Wet: Stormy Weather Book One

By Fiona Masters

My name is Cera and I work at a mansion in Florida, where we provide all sorts of adult entertainment at parties. But reality encroaches on our fantasy playground sometimes, and this time, it involved a category 5 hurricane. So me and my coworkers retreated to Bella's fortified mansion for safety.

What happens when sex workers and BDSM enthusiasts are locked in together? Something is bound to get Wet.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Fiona Masters
• Release date: Sep 20, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005670245

Fiona Masters

Fiona Masters is a librarian by day and a smut writer by night.

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Wet

The Stormy Weather Series, Book One

By

Fiona Masters

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter One

Hurricane Carla is confirmed at as a Category 2 storm with wind gusts…

It’s so cute when the forecasters get all worked up, I shoved bacon in my face. Like most Floridians, I was convinced Carla was nothing.

Cera, don’t you think we should we be worried? Tyson sipped his coffee. My boyfriend's Miami upbringing did not qualify him as a Floridian.

No, storms stopped coming to the Tampa Bay area because of the global wind patterns and climate change. It’s always a good idea to be prepared, freaky things happen, but I’m not remotely concerned. It's just some rain.

By Thursday, though, the news told us, Hurricane Carla is a Category Four, headed straight at the Tampa Bay and Nature Coast region Saturday…

Bella cancelled that weekend’s party, and offered the mansion as a shelter for staffers, partiers, and local Members at the mansion, beginning Friday. Since the mansion was off the grid and backed up by generators, it was unlikely to lose power. They had their own water system as well, and food would be provided. Carpooling was required. The mansion was built to withstand a Category 5 storm, so we’d be good there, Maya’s eyes were still on her phone when she said, We’re in a flood zone here on St. Pete beach, so I vote Bella’s.

I second, Joe voted. He put drops in his weed-reddened brown eyes.

Yeah, me too, I said.

What happened to ‘it’s just some rain’? Tyson asked.

Anything above a Cat 3 aimed at me, and I take it seriously, Baby. You should, too. Your apartment is on the 3rd floor of a 3-story building in a flood zone. Hell, it rains for a day, you flood South Tampa out.

Guess we’re going to a hurricane party. I’ll get some things and be back in a few hours. We can all take my car since I’ve got the most room. I’ll fill up on my way back. Anything special I should bring with me?

Just you, I smiled.

They’re being lovey again, make it stop, Maya mocked. Joe nuzzled her neck.

Joe, do you need a ride back to Tampa? We can pick up your stuff, too, Tyson suggested.

Thanks, yeah, I should go get somethings, and I need to feed and water Victor.

Who is Victor? I asked.

My bonsai tree, he said. I’ll get dressed. He left for Maya’s room.

Victor the bonsai tree? I asked Maya.

She smiled. He names everything. He calls my pussy Rosita.

We pulled up in the auxiliary lot at Bella's mansion, and two golf carts showed up next to us. They were covered in neon lights for safety, or fun, I wasn’t