A Sure Thing

Cat couldn't fall asleep. Even when Elsa had finally quieted down, her panting, her sighing, her graphic depictions of what was going were stuck inside Cat's head. Elsa had had sex last night. Elsa had had sex this afternoon. Elsa had had sex tonight. Tensui had had sex last night. Iwao had had sex twice today. Jay and Iara were having sex at right this very minute. And Cat was lying wide-awake on her bathroom floor, jealous of them all, and dripping wet with her own libido.

"There is absolutely nothing keeping me from getting myself off right now," Cat said to herself. "And I have everything to gain by doing so." She'd have it out of her system. She'd be able to fall asleep. She'd be able to forget about Jay and Iara in a few minutes of orgasmic pleasure.

Pushing the sheet off of her, Cat's hand dropped to her pussy lips, and found her clit right away. She desperately wished that she still had the vibrator, but her hands had been enough for her since she was a teenager, and they'd be enough for her right now.

She tried not to think about Jay and Iara. She tried. But she just kept thinking about Jay, his bare chest from this afternoon, his bare lower half that Cat could only imagine. She thought his dick, slamming into Iara's pussy. She wanted to be the Japanese girl, she wanted to feel Jay inside of her. She wanted to call out in pleasure, the same way that Elsa had, "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Cat was lying on the floor of the bathroom, one leg propped up against the corner, where the counter met the wall, and the other spread far away from it. Her hand was rapidly rubbing her own sex, desperately bringing her body to orgasm. And just as she neared that peak, Elsa knocked at the door.

"Just....one....minute...." Cat said, so close to her orgasm. She wanted it. She wanted it badly.

But the door opened. It was definitely a bring-down, and Cat missed the chance to cum right then. She was ready to tear Elsa apart, but her mood changed rapidly when she saw what Elsa was offering. The vibrator.

"I could hear you panting," Elsa whispered. "I just wanted to say thank you."

Hand inside the door, Elsa put the vibrator down on the sink counter, right next to Cat's left foot. The older woman had probably seen what was going on in the reflection of the mirror.

Part of Cat cringed at the thought of Elsa overhearing her. But that same rational part of her lost out as she looked hungrily at the vibrator. She took it in hand, flipping the switch on, and listened to the electric hum as she slipped into ecstasy. If Elsa heard her, so what? Cat was so far gone that the thought of performing in front of someone else was actually turning her on. Perhaps it wasn't much of a stretch, she guessed. After all, she'd spent the entire night topless, grinding with Jay. She thought about her pussy rubbing on his leg. She thought about her nipples brushing up against his chest. She thought about all the eyes on her that day, all the people looking and seeing if they could catch a glimpse of her body. Cat wouldn't remember falling asleep that night - she'd just remember passing out into orgasmic pleasure.

**************** WEDNESDAY ****************

Iwao was gone the following morning, by the time that Elsa knocked on the door, explaining that she needed to use the bathroom.

Cat, in a daze, brushed past the dark-haired woman. Cat was wearing absolutely nothing, Elsa was wearing a towel. The brunette sat down on the edge of the bed, staring off into the Pacific.

"Uh, Cat," Elsa's voice called from inside the bathroom. "How long did you use this thing for last night?"

The vibrator.

Meekly, she replied, "I don't know. Until I was done, I guess."

"That's not what I mean...the batteries are dead." Elsa walked back into the main room, demonstrating that the switch wasn't creating the soothing hum it had the night before.

"Oh my god," Cat apologized. First, she was freaked out that Elsa was holding something that still had Cat's dried cum all over it. She had just left it there on floor. Then, she got worried that maybe she had broken it. "I'm so sorry."

"No, don't worry about it," Elsa replied. "It's just down on batteries. I have more."

"I must have forgot to shut it off," Cat reasoned. The whole conversation was awkward, but she still needed to know how Elsa had found her out.

"You put it back in the wrong place."

They laughed for a bit, about Cat knocking over the suitcase and sort of accidentally discovering the toy. Elsa seemed to think it wasn't that weird that they'd taken turns with the toy, and admitted that she had been amazingly turned on the previous night.

"Yeah, I heard," Cat said.

"Well, I wasn't the only one making noise," Elsa replied, giving the brunette a very knowing glance.

Jay dropped off Cat's swimsuit for the day while she was in the shower. Coming out, she cursed herself for this entire mess. She no longer wanted to play this game with Jay. She no longer wanted to wear just a bathing suit. And she DEFINITELY did not want to have to wear what her boss had laid out for her that day.

Yesterday's American flag suit had been bad. Yet somehow, someway, Jay had managed to top it. Both done in schoolgirl red plaid, Cat was amazed by how much material could be really be missing. Essentially, Cat's nipples and her pussy were covered...and that was it. Nothing else was left to the imagination, between the revealing top and the micro-thong bottom. Cat didn't bother complaining, though. She just took what was given to her, determined to make it through the day. Tomorrow, on the airplane, she could put her clothes back on.

Cat huffed by Jay when they finally caught eyes on the patio for breakfast. Jay looked bewildered, and followed the brunette to her table, off in the corner, far from where Jay had sat down himself.

"You're not sitting with me?" Jay asked.

"This table has a better view," Cat lied.

Jay looked her over. She looked absolutely stunning in the little she had on, though Jay had to admit that he preferred seeing her topless, as he had the night before. But he was confused by what she was pissed at him for. Was it for the bathing suit? Was it for losing her top? Was it for not helping her find it?

"Did you have fun last night?" Cat asked, the anger and hurt in her voice.

"Where?" Jay asked. "At the bar? Yeah, I had a blast. I wish we could have stayed longer."

Cat stood up, her breasts bouncing with the movement. She growled at her boss, stormed past him, and headed back to the bungalow. She didn't want to see him right at that moment. She wanted to be pissed, get it out of her system, and then come back and try to be civil to him. For now, though, she couldn't take the "playing dumb" act.

About an hour later, they had all assembled on the Black Pearl's boat dock, where two decently sized boats were waiting for them. Koremasu had made all the arrangements the previous afternoon, chartering two boats to take them fishing and diving. Any sort of semblance of fun, any enjoyment that even the smallest part of her had felt, was gone. Instead of being turned on the eyes on her body, Cat was just started to feel disgusted with herself, and the men who kept leering at her.

Dosan, Iwao, and Tensui had already decided that they were going to be all in the same boat. Any tension that may have existed between Tensui and Iwao was not immediately apparent. In fact, both men were eager to have Elsa join them on their boat, the Matuku Tago Tago.

Unfortunately, Cat realized as she boarded the other boat, the Lewalevu that meant that she'd be on the same boat as Iara and Jay. Together. She groaned and slapped her forward.

The moment they left the docks, the Lewalevu and the Matuku Tago Tago went their separate ways. Cat did her best to avoid everyone else on board the boat, though. When they were in the pilothouse, she was on the forward deck. When they were on the forward deck, she was on the rear deck. Iara, Jay, Koremasu, and the captain, Henri, laughed and joked together, while Cat sat in misery alone, looking off onto the horizon, seeing if she could spot the Matuku Tago Tago.

Eventually, the boat came to standstill, and the three men began fishing of the back, Henri lecturing both Koremasu and Jay on their technique. Cat, who was busy tanning herself on the forward deck, looked up to see her sun blocked by the Japanese girl.

Iara was wearing a real swimsuit, covering probably five times as much of her body as Cat's few scraps of fabric. That still didn't mean that Iara's bikini was conservative in any way; in fact, the suit managed to show off Iara's finely shaped body perfectly.

"Nothing happened," the Asian girl said, lying down alongside the brunette.

"What are you talking about?" Cat asked, doing her best to seem as annoyed as possible.

"Jay and I," Iara continued. "Nothing happened." As she began untying her bikini top, she explained that while she had gone back to Jay's bungalow the previous night, he had dropped clues over and over and over again that he didn't want her to. Iara admitted that she was attracted to Jay, that she would have liked to have sex with him, that she liked the challenge of someone actually turning her down at first. But Jay had held true. He eventually explained to Iara that there was someone else whom he was interested in, and asked her to leave.

Cat couldn't understand why Iara was telling her all this.

"Because it's obviously you," she replied when asked. She had nonchalantly removed her bikini top, and draped it on the bar that ran along the side of the boat. "All I had wanted was one night. And I don't think that's what he's looking for."

Casually, Iara lifted her ass off the deck, and slid her bikini bottom down her thighs. As it reached her ankles, she kicked it aside, and now lay completely naked next to Cat.

Cat blinked a few times. Three things had just happened. One, Iara admitted that she and Jay hadn't slept together the night before. Two, Jay had said there was someone else, and Iara thought it was Cat. And three, Iara had just gotten completely naked, and was now just inches away from Cat's own barely-clothed body.

"He's got two women clamoring for his affection," Iara said, lying flat on her back to allow the sun to reach her entire front side. "If I'm not the one he wants, than it has to be you."

The brunette was still stunned. "So last night you were trying to push Jay and I apart, and now you're rooting for us to get together?"

The Asian girl looked over at her, saying, "No, last night wasn't about Jay. It was about sex. And I don't think I was trying to steal him...I was just trying to compete for him. You won. Best of luck." There was a pause. "Now are you going to undress, or are you fine with having tan lines?"

Undress? Tan lines? Were Iara's eyes not open?

"No sign of your luggage yet, huh?" Iara asked, with a hint in her voice that she didn't completely buy the excuse. Cat hadn't even yet attempting answering the first question.

She thinks I'm an exhibitionist, Cat thought to herself. She doesn't believe the luggage story, and now she think that I'm going to get naked here on the front deck of the boat. Cat didn't say anything.

Iara propped herself back up onto her elbows after a few silent seconds had gone by. "Listen," Iara said, as if she were sharing a secret, "none of us bought the luggage story. But none of us really cares. Koremasu was saying this morning that the deal was settled even before we'd gotten off the plane, but it was nice to have some eye candy, an ornament, as we inked the deal. If you're doing this for your company, don't bother - it's done. If you're doing this for yourself, don't let your inhibitions stop you from going that one last step."

"What gave it away?" Cat asked, shocked that the Japanese had known she'd been lying to them from the get-go.

"Come on," Iara replied, settling herself off her elbows and down onto her back. "Your luggage gets lost, but yet you still have your bathing suits? Your luggage gets lost, but you don't go and buy more clothes in town? Your luggage gets lost, but you don't wear the little clothing that you had on when you got off the plane?"

Cat thought it over for a few minutes, wondering what she should do. "What the hell," she eventually said aloud. "I'm already ninety-five percent of the way there." With that, she untied the side of the microthong, and just pulled it off. She sat up, reached around her back, and untied her top. If they all already thought that she was an exhibitionist, she had nothing to lose. If Iara and Jay had already seen her topless, dancing around at the Coral Corral last night, how much worse could it be to just be a little bit more naked?

They lay sunning themselves for most of the day. The men, in the back of the boat, went for over an hour before they'd even noticed the girls because of their fishing. When they did, it was fair to say that Koremasu, Jay, and Henri let their eyes wander for a while, but they eventually went back to their fishing.

Neither girl put their clothes on the rest of the trip. Cat wanted to, Cat was tempted to. But Iara never put her swimsuit back on, and Cat didn't want to let the Asian girl get the center of attention, even if Jay had already turned her down. At one point, Cat was sitting up in the pilothouse with Jay and Koremasu, a cold beer between her naked legs, and longing to put even her microthong back on. But Jay's glances told her that he was enjoying the show, and Cat didn't want to disappoint him.

Late in the afternoon (after nude fishing, nude swimming, nude snorkeling, and nude drinking), the Lewalevu finally pulled back into the dock at the Black Pearl. Both Iara and Cat finally put their suits back on as Henri tied the boat up.

The Matuku Tago Tago came in right behind the Lewalevu, and a very tired-looking Elsa stepped off, hair completely in disarray and the bottom of her swimsuit a little crooked. Cat watched in shock as she kissed Dosan, said goodbye to the others. The captain of the Matuku Tago Tago shouted something to Henri in Polynesian, and gestured a thumb towards Elsa. Both men began laughing.

"Dosan now?" Cat asked as the two women strolled together up the walkway towards their bungalow.

"Yeah," Elsa sighed dreamily. It was clear that she was exhausted.

"What about Iwao? What about Tensui?"

The dark-haired woman shot the brunette a wicked glance. "They got to watch."

SPYRO'S

Having spent the day in the sun, both women came back to bungalow and collapsed into bed. Both of them removed their tops, modesty having flown out the window days ago. Cat fell asleep with head on the pillows, but Elsa slept in the opposite direction, curling up with her head at the foot of the bed.

The phone brought Cat out of her slumber. It was Iara.

"Spyro's tonight," Iara said, half question and half statement.

"Yeah," Cat mumbled.

"We've got a private dining room, right?"

"Yup."

"Let's do it naked."

Cat was fully awake after that. "What?"

"Naked. It's just going to be the eight of us. You and I, we should eat naked."

Cat's past few days of exhibition had obviously roused the exhibitionist in Iara. "No," she said, annoyed that Iara would even suggest it.

"Let me talk to Elsa."

Cat shook Elsa's half-naked body, and handed her the phone.

"Hello?" Elsa asked. "Yeah. Yeah, that's right. I don't think so." Long pause. "Fine, fine. You explain, though. I'm just following your lead."

Elsa leaned over Cat's body and hung up the phone.

Looked up at the twenty-seven-year-old, Cat asked, "So? What did she have to say to you?"

"We're eating dinner naked tonight," Elsa explained. "All three of us."

Cat wanted to argue. She wanted to say "no." But that same part of her that always seemed to get her in trouble, that always seemed to enjoy losing this type of bet - that same part of her wanted to do this. Elsa and Iara were both getting naked with her, and, in the end, being nude with two other women was better than being in the swimsuit alone. So, instead of arguing, Cat just nodded her head.

Cat, of course, was the only one who had to walk into the restaurant already mostly naked. Elsa was wearing a casual dress, as was Iara. The men were dressed in button-down shirt sleeves shirts and pants. Cat was dressed in a schoolgirl plaid microthong and bikini top. Not that there was much plaid, though - it was mostly just skin.

And it was the skin that attracted the attention of the other diners as they entered the restaurant. Yes, their party had gotten a private dining room in the back of the restaurant. But to get to it, they had to walk through the crowded dining room. Men's eyes. Women's eyes. Children's eyes. The waitresses' eyes. The busboys' eyes. Everyone was staring at her as she strolled through the restaurant, following close behind the host.

Cat was getting more than a little excited by the attention, the lack of control she had over the other diners.

They were led to a small dining room in the back of the restaurant, with double-doors that opened outward into the restaurant, across the hall from the men's room. The table itself sat in the center of the room, a trendy clear glass table with a chair at each end, along with three along each side. Iara took control of the situation, though, pointing for the women to sit along the far side of the table, facing the double doors. They took their seats, but Koremasu questioned the need to separate the sexes.

"Well," Iara explained, "Elsa and I felt bad about Cat's lack of clothing all week, so we decided, with Cat's agreement, that the three of us should show a little solidarity and all undress."

The five men in the room looked shocked. But they were even more shocked as Iara pulled the hem of her dress up past her hips, up past her belly button, over her breasts, and off over her head. She was wearing nothing beneath the dress, allowing her breasts to be on full view above the table, and her pubic hair through the glass surface of the table.

Elsa and Cat followed suit, though it took a lot less time for Cat to remove her clothing. Even as she was hanging the empty thong and top on the back of her chair, Elsa was still dressed in her panties and bra, both in matching yellow. When she finally stripped out of her underwear, Cat realized that though this woman had seen her naked off and on all week, Cat herself hadn't seen Elsa more than topless. Dosan, Iwao, and Tensui had all seen, though, meaning that her shaved pussy wasn't as much a surprise to them as it was to the other four diners.

When the waitress, a young Caucasian woman named Monique, entered the dining room, it was clear that she was surprised to find that nearly half the room had undressed. But instead of making a scene over it, Monique simply ignored the fact that the three women were naked, calmly asking them what they'd have to drink, just the same as she did with the men.

The men were all clearly in heaven. Dosan had a glazed look over his eyes, like he'd overloaded his brain in the past few minutes. Koremasu's eyes were dancing from nipple to nipple to nipple, not focusing on any of them for any long period of time. And Jay, who was seated around the edge of the table from Cat at the head, clearly was paying attention to only one of the women - Cat herself. He had seen her naked briefly in his bungalow two days ago. And he'd seen her topless last night. And he'd spent all day with her on the boat, Cat being completely nude. But there was something about dinner tonight that made this special, and it was driving Jay insane. Was it the fact that Cat was wearing make-up? Was it the fact that Cat was wearing more jewelry than usual, with a silver armband around her right bicep?