Evie's Tribe

By J. Bango

Two years ago, Evie’s husband abandoned her in a war zone amidst the hunters that roamed the streets of Phoenix. Today, her tribe thrives and adopts her passion to rescue others who are still left behind. Life is different now and so is the work that saved them from what was destined to be their graves. Remembering their struggle, but not getting caught up in it; is both the strength and hilarity in this modern life of the Skin Traders.

Here, satirical and witty situations; all line the pages again, as relationships form, fall away and sometimes re-form again. Through the ashes of a current day Babylon, the malleable prosper in all ways. Turning dust into gold has become a visionary gift and although Evie is the driving force in their success, they all grow to be the foundation of the whole. The bonding and sisterhood that forms is unmatched and unbreakable.

Evie’s Tribe continues where Skin Trader left off. Maynard, Tracey, Taylor, Evan and some feathery friends all return, as well as some vibrant new recruits who will make you smile.

• Language: English
• Publisher: J. Bango
• Release date: Nov 26, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310742675

J. Bango

#Chicklit for admirers of smart & #sexy satire, #romcom banter and #erotic word flavor. Life is hard―kick its ass. Love your fetish. #Collegehumor gone wild.Author of new adult fiction and romantic comedies. Realistic plots for today's reader, laced in satire and sexy, adult humor. A self-improvement book and an illustrated children's short story book are also available.My novels tend to bend towards a real-time and satirical view of the world with regards to all relationships˗˗friendships, lovers, family, education, career, all of it. There is no normal despite the fact that some spend a lifetime pursuing it. Normalcy is in the dysfunction of life. It's there; that the real fun and our most memorable times are created. Without loose threads, there is no laughter, no surprise, no reason to seek out anything or anyone. Simply put, I love characters who do what they want to do and make no excuses about it. They thrive and grow on experiences, which is exactly what the goal should be˗˗total freedom with no regret.I am a voracious reader when I'm not writing. My interests vary quite a bit with what I read and I guess that's what keeps me constantly searching for new concepts and perceptions. Nothing wrong with the classics mind you. Discovery can be found everywhere and it's enjoyable to see the birthing of imagination in others as they put pen to paper.It's also fair to say that I am very much a lover of the solitude and beauty that nature offers. Whether it be a lone sandy beach in the tropics, the gorgeous high country in Arizona or the ominous forests of upstate New York, I enjoy all of it. From time to time, I'll frequent a local brewery for a stout or two, but I certainly would never throw my nose up at a nice glass of red in the night time hours. Especially a rainy night with that perfect new book. Cheers!

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Evie’s Tribe

Written by: J. Bango

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Book Description

The Reconstruction phase is slow going at best throughout most of the country. Evie and those she surrounds herself with have managed to not only survive, but to find the silver lining in the remnants of a broken down and shattered financial system. Turning crap into gold has become a visionary gift and although Evie is the driving force in their success, they all grow to be the foundation of the whole. The bonding and sisterhood that forms is unmatched and unbreakable.

There’s something to be said of those who come from a similar background— memories and scars that give courage and strength. It’s exactly what these young women have in common and never allows them to be detoured, no matter how hard life kicks them to the floor. Wisdom is acquired over time and has its own purpose. Tenacity, however, is earned through battle, bringing one to a place above wisdom—empowerment.

Two years ago, Evie’s husband abandoned her in a war zone amidst the hunters that roamed the streets of Phoenix. Today, her tribe thrives and adopts her passion to rescue others who are still left behind. Life is different now and so is the work that pulled them far away from what was destined to be their graves. Remembering their struggle, but not getting caught up in it; is both the strength and hilarity in this modern life of the Skin Traders.

Evie’s Tribe continues where Skin Trader left off. Maynard, Tracey, Taylor, Evan and some quacking friends all return, as well as some vibrant new recruits who will leave you in stitches. Although both books can be read as stand-alone novels, some introductory information will be lost by skipping passed Skin Trader. Erotic, steamy, satirical and witty situations; all line the pages again, as relationships form, fall away and sometimes re-form again.

Additional books from J. Bango

Self-Improvement

A Thanksgiving for the Spirit Soul Series

Change You now

Let Go, Be Still and Rise

Harvesting the Power Within

Contemporary Romance, Erotica and Adventure

Diary of Decadence trilogy

Book 1: Waking Hunger

Book 2: Twisted Days

Book 3: Blissful Sin

Island Lies

Evie’s Tribe

Skin Trader

Adult Humor

Weed-Seed Conundrum

Children’s

Bedtime Stories and Lessons

Contents

Part 1: Building a Kingdom

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Part 2: Through the Ashes of Babylon.

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Additional books from J. Bango

Part 1: Building a Kingdom

Chapter 1

I got the call from Maynard during dinner. Something about a problem at his house that he needed to talk to me about. Knowing him, it could be anything from the re-locating of the overgrowing Oleanders again or a shortage of Wild Turkey at Safeway. You just never knew what was going to come out of the old man’s mouth and it made me smile as I drove the two miles from our neighborhood to his.

There wasn’t anyone like him in the new community that the girls and I moved into a few months ago, and I admit that I missed our nightly bull sessions on his front lawn. He didn’t sound happy tonight though. Thinking that through, it didn’t bear a lot of weight on anything. That crusty old fuck never was happy unless I showed up in fuzzy slippers and my Evie brand, ultra-tiny shorts. I played it safe and went with that look. The last thing I wanted was for his ancient ass to drop dead on my watch.

When I pulled along the side of his front curb at dusk, old man Jerky Toes was exactly where he should be; watering the front lawn. He wore one of the three pairs of plaid shorts that he owned and as always, was shirtless. I kind of freaked out for a minute because I didn’t see the rectangular, white igloo cooler that always laid next to him when he watered. This was serious. Had someone stolen it on one of his many shrunken prostate piss breaks, or did Alzheimer’s finally set in and he 911’d me because he couldn’t remember where he left it? As I turned the corner of the front end of my car, I noticed the missing cooler tucked behind his own vehicle parked in the drive. For a few seconds, I wondered which was stranger; the fact that said cooler was out of place or that my adrenaline had risen to the thought of it not being there. Clearly, I have been around some of these weirdo’s for way too long.

Hi ya, Maynard.

Evening, Evie.

Is everything okay?

Yes and no. Have a Pabst. Hope I didn’t disturb you.

Of course not, I said, giving him a kiss on the cheek as I walked by. You know the cooler placement freaked me when I drove up.

Yeah…yeah, I don’t know why that’s over there.

You sure you’re okay?

I need your help with something, Evie.

Okay. Lay it on me, Pops.

I need some guys.

Uhhhhh…may I ask why?

I can pay, but I need them soon.

Yeah, I’m still a little uncertain on this. Last time we pow-wowed on your front forty, you were going on and on about pussy. In fact, every time we’ve ever pow-wowed…

Oh for Christ sakes you dingbat…for work.

Still a little ambiguous creepy boy.

Evie, can you please focus.

I’m trying buddy, but you need to get to the point. Otherwise my mind naturally assumes we’re in gutter talk.

Fine. Do you remember a while back when you told me I needed to round up a group of my own girls…like Bubble Boy did with you and your bunch?

Your own tribe, yes. And stop calling Jake ‘Bubble Boy.’

He’s a fucking weirdo.

That may be, but be nice or I’ll take my fuzzy slippers off and lock them away in the car.

You’re a cruel bitch sometimes, ya know that?

No I’m not. I’m sweet. Go on.

Well, when things took a nosedive with the economy again last month, I went over and talked with Bubble…with Jackass.

Best we’re going to do, I suppose.

Anyway, I went to your club in the daytime and rounded up some…some…

Bitches?

Yes.

And? Holy shit, Maynard! Are they here? Right now?

Yeah…their fucking here alright.

Well, can I meet them?

I don’t want you to meet them. I want you to help me get them out.

Now I was thoroughly confused. This was all Maynard ever talked about. It was his dream to have his own tribe of slave girls. Trade free eats and digs for hot sex with young, fine, tight and smooth skin. It was his proverbial pot at the end of the rainbow. He looked glum as a bum though. I didn’t get it and I also knew that this was about to get interesting. Leave it to this poor old fuck to screw up something as simple as this. I couldn’t help but feel sorry for my friend and the shattering of his dream. No doubt, he had already dropped the dime on wood pills and from the look on his face and the slack in his drawers, his harem exploits had gone south in a big way.

Okay, lay it on me. What happened?

Well, I found three great girls, or so I thought. I laid out the deal, but…

They haven’t kept their part of the deal.

You’re good at this.

Maynard, you wouldn’t be standing on your front lawn with me; watering and drinking beer, if they had kept their end up. Sorry buddy, I didn’t mean to tease your limp dick.

No worries. You hit the nail on the head. That’s more than those bitches have done.

So what do you need from me? I hope you didn’t call me over here to kick your tribe to the curb?

No I…hey! Would…

No fucking way, Pops! This is your shit-storm by your own doing. Clean it up. Like you always tell me…you’ve been to war. This should be a piece of cake. What’s the problem?

Whenever I get pissed enough to kick them out, they get naked and sit in my lap. They tease me. It’s a Saigon mind-fuck is what it is.

A Saigon mind-fuck.

Their smooth skin makes me weak in the head, Evie. I’m not proud of it. God damned witches.

It’s okay, big guy. I understand these evil ways. I am a master, trust me.

I don’t doubt it.

Told you to come and see me at the club. One visit with me; you would have forgotten all about any other girls. What these chicks do to you is child’s play compared to my powers buddy, I said, smiling and lightly running my fingers along my thigh.

Well, I may just do that. Have another Pabst. What I need is to hire three of your men. I’ll pay. I have a covert plan for ousting them.

What’s the plan Stan?

Their lazy asses sit outside and tan at the pool all day long…

Ugggghhhh…that’s ridiculous, I interrupted, mocking him.

I know it! Anyway, while they’re out back, your guys come in and empty their rooms and throw their shit on the curb.

That’s it?

Well if you want to send an extra guy over to bake me a fucking cake…that would be wonderful, Evie. I like chocolate, he said, in a pissy tone.

"You know…for someone who called me for help, you certainly are pushing it."

Alright, I’m sorry. I’m horny and I want my house back is all.

"That’s better. Now then, Operation ‘Saigon mind-fuck-crush’ is on. Tell me when and how much you’re willing to pay. I can round up some good labor. Those basketball guys that you always made fun of have stamina and they’re strong."

Good. Is tomorrow too soon?

Yes. They’ve been in the sun all day shooting hoops. They won’t be worth a crap tomorrow. Not for a stealthy and fast operation like this. Let’s call it the day after. Money.

You tell me, Evie.

How about fifty crypto per man, per room. That will get them moving fast as opposed to working by the hour.

Good idea. I pay them when they come then?

No, you pay me and I’ll pay them. I’ll give you my cyber currency account before I leave. Transfer the fundage tomorrow. I’ll call you with time confirmation.

Done. Evie…you’ve turned into our neighborhoods own little mobster.

I am no such thing sir. Ally and I are as legit as the day is long. Besides, have you ever seen a mobster with a pussy like this, Maynard? I smiled at him and pulled one end of my shorts over to the opposite side. I also stood there exposed and worried that his eighty-year-old ass might drop dead on me after all. Like that, buddy? Look at those fat and perfectly smooth lips.

Oh my Lord in heaven.

Don’t you forget it sad man. One stipulation for our deal.

What’s that, Evie?

"You will come to the club on Saturday with a phone full of crypto for me and spend time in our private lounge. I will be naked, you will be touching me and you will remember it until your dying day, I said, smiling deviously at him. I will also do my very best to hook you up with a real tribe. I know a lot of girls there now and they’re hurting badly. I think I can fix this for you and them."

No shit?

Have I ever fucked with you before?

No…no you haven’t, Evie. You’ve been a good friend to me.

Oh shut up. If you start getting all wishy-washy on me, I won’t like you anymore. Crusty Maynard is my man.

Good. I fucking hate being nice. Here’s to your gorgeous pussy. Have another Pabst for Christ sakes! God damned slacker is what you are.

I was totally hooking Maynard up. Everything I had volunteered to do would be a pain in the ass, but he was my friend. I kind of felt sorry for him I guess. The old man couldn’t even manage to get free pussy, after he opened his house up to three girls that otherwise would probably be sleeping in their cars. I couldn’t be too hard on him though; Jake wasn’t much better, seeing as how us girls completely took his house over and smashed his initial rules into the ground. At least, he enforced the pussy rule and got laid by four drop-dead gorgeous chicks every day and night. Maynard was a fuck-up in this regard and needed to realize that he had to put his foot down from the very beginning. They would still run circles around him, but he had to get something out of the deal.

There were girls at the club that would fit in with him. They may not like his age all that much, but old Maynard wasn’t a bad looking guy at eightyish. Back in the day, I was betting that he was probably a stud. The point is that girls were still in need. Reconstruction after the collapse was coming along slowly at best. The fact that some people were working and you could venture out in public relatively safely had fooled people into thinking things would exponentially get better. Not so much. Progress was slow as molasses and work was painfully hard to find for most still. Like Jake and Steven said, we were in this for the long haul and life was beyond ugly for most.

The money I charged him to handle his little fiasco was chump change for Evie’s Home Maintenance. I wouldn’t make a dime off of this minor fiasco, which wasn’t a big deal for me. This would merely kill two birds with one stone. I’d help Maynard clear his house and clean his no-pussy-getting slate, while putting some of the guys from the neighborhood to work for a few hours. Ally received calls every day from twenty-something ballers who were desperate for any kind of job. We were beginning to expand into other well-to-do neighborhoods and it was going well. The fact of the matter was that we just didn’t have enough work to go around for all these people to jump on our payroll. It made us sad to turn them away, knowing that they would do almost anything to have a steady gig and be able to move out on their own again. Away from neurotic parents who forced them into household chores and made them be home for family dinner, as they did when they were twelve.

Anyway, fifty crypto for each of the three guys would be like finding the golden ticket in a Wonka Bar. Maynard would stop whining and Evie would feel good for helping a few people out. Not a bad day for a girl who was now burping up some skunky remnants of Pabst.

As I drove away, I noticed some new cars in Jake’s driveway. I was tempted to stop in, but I already knew what was up. I saw him a few days ago when I was there for the bi-monthly Ball trip. He told me he had found three new girls and possibly a fourth. Stud boy was back in business and his own personal hot pussy. It still didn’t stop him from asking me to stay the night and I admit, this time I caved. I meant what I said to Ally—I did miss fucking him. It was good to be with him again and after the first warm-up that lasted only about two minutes, the rest of the night found us back on track again. Jake found his groove and his stamina after the initial shake-up of not having touched me for months, and he put on a show that rivaled his best in our hey-day together. I was proud of him, but mostly I was satisfied by the time I walked out the door at noon the next day.

He and I would have a thing together again, although it would be much more sporadic in frequency. Still, it was good to know I could have his meat inside of me and not be pissed at him any longer.

I was curious what these new chicks looked like and I was so close to pulling in the drive. It would only be a week and a half or so until the next Ball, however, and I would not only meet them, but would also school them on how to perform and behave with their new household chore. Besides, if I went in, Jake and I would end up in bed and I wasn’t exactly sure how he was going to explain me to his newbies just yet. There was no doubt that I would still be given priority in his bed. How that was going to work with his new Queen, was beyond me. That was his problem though. His dick was mine first, so screw them. I’ll take it whenever I want it.

Sitting at the stop sign at the end of the street, I paused for a moment too long maybe. Thinking about fucking him was a mistake and I had already decided that I was going in. May as well let these girls know who’s running his house, even if I didn’t live there anymore. Plus, I was horny and I just didn’t care. Evan escaped to play basketball and seeing as how he worked late yesterday and never made it to the park last night; he would be there until midnight tonight, which meant he wouldn’t be coming over. I hit my remote and the gate at the end of the driveway opened. Yes, I still had all of my keys, passwords—everything. Jake would never change them or ask me to return my set. In his mind, I was still the Queen bitch around here and that was set in stone.

When I walked through the front door, I was met by some gorgeous, hot blondie, who was bouncing through the hall on her way to the kitchen or the pool I assumed. This chick took me by surprise as to how pretty she was and I stood perfectly still trying to take all of her in. Jake wasn’t screwing around and I would expect no less of him, especially after having lost the original group. New girl sported the unwritten house dress code of a G-string, although she deviated slightly with the tank top. It would take a few days for them to warm up I figured. Another week together and they’ll be roaming the property naked twenty-four/seven, like my crew did.

Oh…hello.

Hi! I’m Evie.

Hey, Evie. Are you…are you moving in?

No, no, I’ve already been. I mean, I used to live here. Is Jake around?

Yeah he is. I…honestly don’t know where though. We don’t see him much.

Uh huh. Yeah, I think I know where to find him. I’m gonna run upstairs.

Okay, nice to meet you. Oh, I’m Kayla by the way.

Hi, Kayla. Nice to meet you too. I’ll see you around. A week from Saturday for sure.

What’s a week from Saturday?

Jake didn’t tell you?

Ummmm…nope, she said, sucking on a Twizzler.

Figures. Don’t worry, sweetie, it’ll be fun. I smiled at her as I grabbed hold of the railing and started walking up the stairs. She waived to me without saying a word and then walked into the kitchen while twirling her hair. Kayla didn’t look like she was a day over eighteen and came across as innocent as could be. My heart sank as I made my way up the steps, knowing that in roughly ten days she wouldn’t be the same innocent girl ever again. Not the girl I had just met anyway. She had a few days left of not having a care in the world and being sheltered from the results of a shattered economy. To be free of the Wasteland and what it demanded of a girl like her for survival these days. Ten more days, before she had to grow up and exchange her licorice strip for some rich guys cock, as she became a high price call girl.

I would have had the conversation with her that I had with Ally, but I thought better of it. No sense in making her worry over it and ruin her free time between now and then. Better to wait and let her make a decision on the spot. Like the rest of us, she didn’t have much of a choice in the matter unless living in her car was really the way she wanted to go. No one ever chose that option and I imagined that it was a done deal already.

Jakester!

Evie, hey you. What’s going on?

Not much. I just came from Maynard’s. He asked me over to supply him with some of my work crew; to move his celibate bitches out.

Ohhh, you’re kidding. Evie, I explained to him exactly what he needed to do.

Don’t worry. He knows he fucked up. I’m gonna hook him up with chicks from Tequila Street. Poor fucker can’t get laid to save his life, I said, undressing myself and climbing on the bed. Speaking of which…I see you have new tenants Pimp Daddy. I smiled, motioning him towards me.

I do. Who’d you meet?

Kayla.

Oooooh, Kayla.

Yeah, she’s…incredible.

She is that.

Where did you find a gem like her?

Your old stomping grounds. Flesh.

I also noticed you haven’t told them about the Masquerade Ball.

Evie, you didn’t…

I didn’t say anything you sneaky pussy, but I am telling all of them before we leave the house that Saturday. And don’t give me any shit about it. It’s my call.

Fine, he pouted, as I unbuttoned his shorts.

What about this? What’s your new Queen going to say…and where is she? Or did I just meet her?

No, I didn’t do a Queen. I’m not sure if I’m going to.

What do mean? I asked, as I massaged his dick in my hand.

I’m thinking I might just leave things the way they are. Even if I decide to ask Kayla, the new rule would naturally be that this room is open to the Empress whenever she wants.

Ah haaa! Good rule, Jake. I like it. You’re going to get me in trouble though. I’m engaged these days, remember, I said, dangling my ring finger in front of him.

Yeah, yeah…don’t remind me. Where is Evan tonight anyway?

Basketball. Overtime at work last night so he was having withdrawals. If those guys don’t touch that brown ball every hour they get sickly.

He’d rather touch basketballs than you?

Thank you…right! Fucking weird or what? Oh, look who I’m talking to too about this. The guy who wanted to spellcheck rather than fuck me.

That’s not…exactly how it was…exactly.

Uh huh…whatever, I said, pulling him down on top of me. Anyway, I’m staying here tonight.

Good. I want you here.

Do your new bitches know about me yet?

No, but they’re about to.

Yes they are. You need to explain to them that this is my house and my rules. Stick this in me first though. I’m hungry.

If the girls didn’t know I was here last night, they certainly did come morning. Once again, Evie’s lung filled grunting and haunting screams bellowed throughout the house. It wasn’t my fault mind you, and I always explained to my girls that it was the stairwell that amplified everything. Poor acoustic architecture was my official conclusion. And yes, you guessed correctly, I just didn’t care. These new chicks would have to become accustomed to the fact that when I’m in this house fucking, it’s the only thing that matters.

I had to admit that I was not only flattered how Jake realized it was useless to try and replace me, but the thought of my bathroom as still being my bathroom made me more than happy. I rode his dick slowly and deeply and sighed hard as his grip on my ass tightened.

Let me know when you’re gonna cum. I want it in mouth.

Okay.

Ugggghhhh…fuck me, Jake. Fuck me deeper.

He spun me around on my back and plowed into me hard. I dug my heels down on the mattress and thrust myself back at him with everything I had. I loved this bed. It was probably the best bed I have ever had sex in, even over the cushy ones they had at the Prince Resort. That reminded me that I needed to call Steven. I hadn’t received the monster in almost a week and he owed me. It was also time for a new jewelry gift as well and I was eager to see what he picked out for me. The man has great taste and he hooked me up every time. I inadvertently made a joke a few months back that sparkly stuff should come once a month just like a girls period did. Kind of a reward for the agony. I don’t care what anyone said, that shit was in no way a gift of nature. It was misery for many of us and the person who said it was a gift, had to be a man. Put your ball sack in Taylor’s lie detector test and then tell me how thankful you’re feeling. Anyway, I’m getting diamonds this week so he had better pick up his phone later today.

Jake suddenly flipped me back over and on top of him where I promptly dislodged us and dropped down with an open mouth. We had mastered this maneuver when I was living here and true to form, we hadn’t lost a beat. I felt him throbbing hard against my wet lips and his warm and sticky cum began to cover my tongue. I let out a brief gasp for air and then closed my lips around him again to suction and siphon every last drop.

Dishes were rattling downstairs and the house was apparently up and getting ready for a day of tanning out by the pool. At least I hoped that’s what they’d be doing. Some traditions shouldn’t be messed with and it felt a little odd not knowing exactly what was happening here all day long. It was kind of like Deja vu with a question mark at the end of it. You knew the way things were supposed to be, but there was this weird cluelessness that occupied the house, now that these fresh chicks had moved in. It was messing with my comfort zone and I decided that I needed to go downstairs to check things out for myself. Just as soon as I finished cleaning Jakes dick with my tongue.

Evie…

Yeah?

Your hair. It’s brown now.

I know it is. It been brown for the last twelve hours that you’ve been fucking me too.

Huh. Yeah, I’m sure I noticed it, he stammered, while examining me carefully. Huh.

Unbelievable. If I didn’t like your cock as much as I do, I swear I wouldn’t even talk to you.

Well, to be fair Evie, there were other things about you that had my attention.

And somehow you think that’s a compliment?

Uhhh…I get the feeling that you’re about to be pissed again,

Jake, seriously, didn’t you ever go to high school?

Well sure, I…

You don’t know how important a girl’s hair is to her?

If I were to just shut up right now, would all of this go away, Evie?

I’m going down to the pool, I said, glaring at him. If you’re lucky, I’ll be back in a half hour to have sex again. Stay away from that computer and fix your broken head.

I left the bedroom shaking my own in disbelief of him—again. For as smart as Jake was when it came to business, it never ceased to amaze me how dumb he was with simple things. I was half mumbling to myself out loud and when I reached the bottom of the stairs; all three of the new girls were staring at me from the kitchen island. Now I was pissed. Once again, Jake was making me look like an idiot because of his own stupid crap.

Hi…everyone. I’m Evie.

Hey, they rang out in unison."

Morning, Evie, Kayla added. Evie?

Yeah, Kayla?

You’re naked.

Ohhh…yeah…I am. You girls will be there in a week or so. It takes a few days to acclimate. All of them looked at me as if they had no clue as to what I was talking about and to be honest, they probably didn’t.

Ummm…these are my housemates by the way. This is Riley and this is Eliana.

Nice to meet you girls.

So Evie, are you like Jake’s girlfriend or something?

"Something is more like it, I said, still a little irked with him. I used to live here like you girls. I’ll be around from time to time. If you have any questions or need help with anything, just ask okay. They all nodded at me while continuing to eat their breakfast, trying to figure what the naked girl in front of them was all about and how their situation continued to get stranger. I couldn’t blame them in the least. It’s culture shock at best; when you move into an unfamiliar house and have instantly become a sex slave as payment for your rent. My own brain couldn’t quite wrap itself around the idea when I was forced to make the decision to come here, so I expected no more from them. I’m gonna go out to the pool and say hello to my friends. I’ll see all of you a week from Saturday."

What’s a week from Saturday? Riley asked.

We’re all going out that night. Jake will give you an itinerary a few days before and I’ll explain it before we leave. Again, they stared at me bewildered and I felt a little sorry for them. Within two weeks, they would all be up to speed and settled in though. I smiled at each of them and then walked to the arcadia towards Alex and Tracey who were talking out by the pool.

Hey Evie, Kayla called after me.

Yeah, sweetie?

You have a gorgeous ass, she said, smiling at me mischievously.

Well thank you hot stuff. You should feel how smooth it is sometime, I said, smiling back at her.

I will. If…that’s an offer.

Anytime, Kayla. Open invitation pretty girl. The two of us held each other’s stare and smiled deliciously at one another. I had a new girlfriend and there was no if, ands, or buts about it. She wanted some Evie and didn’t care who knew. I was a little surprised and at the same time thrilled. There was that warm feeling surging through me again, as I patiently scanned her own almost naked body from head to toe. Kayla was a finely packaged and flawless, fresh out of high school chick; who was bold as the day is long. I winked at her and turned away before I wouldn’t be able to leave at all. One more second of looking at her and I would definitely be pouncing on my prey for a succulent meal and sweat fest. That would have to be postponed for another time though. I