Cookies & Cream Ch. 24

"Alpine Fudge Crisp"

Billy's eyes were foggy when ten struck. He stayed up all night watching gay porn in his bulky laptop. He gave a heavy sigh thinking about those naked boys in the tube. He looked down to see his body covered in glitter. Don't ask me why he's into that.

Suddenly, his line phone rang. His cute fluffy blonde hair popped and rushed to the phone. His hand grabbed it by its third ring and he and answered in his camp voice. "Hello! This is Camp Hattawata adult resort! This is Billy, head counselor! How may I be at your service?"

"Billy Is that you?"

His eyes popped out when he heard that familiar voice. He knew her back when he was a foreign exchange student in her University of Munich. "Freda? Is that you?"

"Yah! You got it! You remember our reservation for our usual cabin?"

Billy checked his check-in book to see the exact cabin his friend booked. He looked at the Vanderbilt place. He boggled and went back to his phone. "Freda, that's the most expensive cabin we have! How can you afford it?"

"My sisters and I have opened a nice adult shop in Munich. Our sales skyrocketed for three years straight! So...why not take a break from sales and have time for us?"

"You're coming with your sisters?" He asked her. He knew about Freda's younger sisters. The Hanen sisters were the biggest revenue for Camp Hattawata. Their last visit to Florida gave the camp a huge boost of tourism. He thought have of Munich came over that year! I felt sorry for that manager when he took over this. After all, it was his first year.

"Please don't tell me your sisters invited their fans over here!"

"No, silly! They're out of college for three years now. Christina, Maria and Sofia are looking forward seeing the place again."

"No kidding! Well, Camp Hattawata welcomes you with open arms. You four alone...the camp barely has room for a thousand people, let alone fifty thousand."

"Oh, Billy, you are a funny man! That is why I adored you in college. We are stepping into our limo right now. When we get to the desk, I'll send you the check."

"Hold on...the Vanderbilt cabin costs two million dollars to rent the entire summer! You can afford this?"

"We have good luck, mien friend. Our stock is worth billions!" Teddy's eyes popped out when she told him this. She gave him a phone smooch. "Ta-ta, Billy! See you in ten minutes!"

After he hung up, he fell back to his chair. He blew air to his hair. "The Vanderbilt cabin...even the mayor can't buy it if he tried. Good on those girls to afford it! I'm curious as to what their business is..."

He went on to his internet and looked up Hanen. When the business ad popped up, his eyes boggled. "Hanen Enterprise...adult shop for toys and entertainment?? They really are popular if Germany is that keen on this stuff. So, what entertainment do they have?"

Now, let me say I had my way with Hanen Enterprise when I told the sisters about...well about what I'm writing. They let me in on their prosperous shop. And yes, I saw what Teddy saw. The entertainment were videos and cartoon porn of random people. Straight, gay, lesbian, trans...so much to go on! When Billy saw a cartoon of a young boy (twenty-one) getting fucked by his college roommate from behind, Teddy was more than entertained!

"Oh, Freda, you naughty girl!" Billy whistled, his erection swelled in his jeans. He unzipped and fapped nonstop over this first-rate quality gay porn. "Didn't know you can have sex cartoons now! Man, this is a turn-on for me...if only she has a cock. She'd be doing me like that hot boy is fucking that twink!" He growled at the screen as he continued to jerk off.

"Come on, sweetheart, come on, fuck him faster!"

He got to the point here he churned his butter and then FLASH goes the camera. He cursed and fell on the floor. He pulled his jeans and ran outside. He ran around his building and yelled out. "Hey! Hey Flasher! I know you're around here! If you have a set of balls the size of oranges, you come at me!"

"I don't have balls." A voice behind cried out. He gave a quick turnaround and a pair jugs stared right in front of him. He gagged. "Oh, no! You do carry something to make up for it! Heh, hi Freda."

"Hallo! I'm here to pick up my keys to the Vanderbilt!"

The manager ran to his trailer and came back with her key. "Okay, here you go!" He said with a whimsical tone. "I hope you have a fabu summer!"

"Will you be hosting some parties?"

"Of course, I am, silly! I hope you're generous, because we're having Christmas early!"

"Jah? Are we getting a Tannenbaum?"

"Whatever that is, sure!" He blinked and felt uncomfortable in his jeans. "Speaking of not knowing, you and your sisters must know. There is someone stalking about taking pictures!"

"A stalker?"

"Yes, we are dealing with a perverted stalker! He takes pictures of people...naked people! So whatever you do, keep your clothes on in public...and in your house."

The sister nodded. "I will tell the others. I'm off, dear."

"Okay, Freda! See you later!" He saw the girl with the jugs going back to the Mercedes. He saw three sisters whose jugs look just like hers. He scratched his head in bewilderment. "The German girls are well built, aren't they?"

Freda went to the back seat as one of her sisters drove. She told the others about the flasher in their native tongue. When the moment of warning passed, they looked forward to their holiday. Freda took out her smartphone and dialed their favorite diner. Meanwhile, in Cookies & Cream, Emma wiped the counters as the waitresses bussed the tables. She nodded at the speed they took when the phone rang. She ran to the line phone and answered.

"Hello, Cookies & Cream diner, Emma speakin'."

"Hallo, Emma!" A German voice cried out. Emma almost lost the phone but then recovered it. "You remember me?"

"Freda Hanen? You're Teddy's classmate from Munich University."

"Jah, that's right! My sisters and I book a cabin for the summer."

"You did?? You had a good trip last time?"

"Jah, and we're bringing Sofia with us. She is a graduate of my University and we're celebrating her achievements!"

Emma grinned as Charles came out, wiping his hands in a towel. He leaned over Emma to hear over the phone. "All right, Sofia! So, where are you celebrating? I mean which cabin?"

"I know what you mean, Emma. We are celebrating at the Vanderbilt cabin."

Emma and Charles popped their eyes. They knew the Vanderbilt cabin all too well. The original owner built the place for three years. The cabin is meant for celebrities and the mega rich. When they mentioned this to me, I was like, "What celebrity would rent the cabin, porn stars??" Anyway, we're moving with this.

"Freda, girl, you do have the money, don't you? That's two million dollars for the three months!"

"Our business is booming! We can afford it!"

Charles whistled. "What kind of business are they doing that's worth millions?" He soon found out when he got home later. Emma wiped her forehead. "So, Sug, what's your pleasure?"

"Funny you should ask. You remember that crispy ice cream you came up with last time we were here?"

Emma thought of it and her light bulb got bright. The ice cream Freda mentioned was French vanilla ice cream with dark fudge chocolate. On the top, she added rice crisps to make it crunch. In their honor, she called it, "Alpine Fudge Crisp."

"Jah! That's it! Could you bring two pints of that to our cabin please? It's our first night."

"Only if you'll send our deliverer back!" Charles said with a stern voice. "The last time we brought a delivery guy at your place, he didn't come back until dawn!"

"Cross our hearts we will bring the deliver back."

"We should bring two deliverers to that place." Emma suggested to Charles after the call. Charles nodded. "Sure, but who should we bring?"

"Oh no, not me!" Raymond crossed his arms, his hands wet from washing dishes. Charles went to him the moment he saw him washing dishes. "It's the end of my shift in ten minutes!"

"Ray, Ray, relax!" Charles waved his hands down, meaning the listener should button it. "Look, it's only one delivery. And Tony will come with you."

"What?" Ray got shocked as Tony overheard his name. "I don't need the assistance delivering!"

"In this instance, yes you do."

"Give me one reason why I should deliver...." He looked at his watch. "Nine minutes before my shift is done."

Charles sighed and gave Raymond a picture of three sisters with very revealing dresses. "They have another sister. So, you have four. Plus, they might let you stay at their Vanderbilt cabin." Charles jabbed his elbow on his employee's ribs. The young man stared at the picture. Then he tossed the apron and pointed to Tony. "Taking the Dutch boy!"

"Woopie!" Tony dropped his pan of vegetables and ran with Raymond. "I'm helping!"

"No, Tony, don't run!" Charles warned the enthusiastic lad. He heard a crash and a scream from Katie. "AH! My boobs!" Charles groaned with a bead of sweat over his cheek. "Too late!"

A few minutes later, Raymond drove Charles's car to the Vanderbilt cabin. This was a remote place and is the only cabin at the lake's island. (Yes, I know I should have told you there was a cabin in the middle of the lake. Thing was I didn't know about it at the time! The island itself was full of tall trees. The trees, it turned out, was a front for the Vanderbilt.)

Ray turned left at the gift shop when he saw a flash of light. He made a brief stop and parked the car in front of the shop. He and Tony ran to the shop when Wilbur cam out. He was topless with his pants still unbuttoned. He was sweating and red as a cherry tomato. The boys looked at the shopkeeper as he looked around his surroundings.

"Are you okay, Wilbur?" Tony asked the flustered salesman. Wilbur turned to the boys. "Oh yes, we just made a postcard of my girl and me for Mother." He said that sarcastically, but Tony...still didn't know the concept. "Well, that's great! Who took it?"

"The flasher, lad! The flasher took a picture of my Mavis and me!"

Raymond shook his head with disbelief. Tony, being a bit slow, asked another question. Well, he began to anyway. "What could the Flasher took..." He boggled his eyes and did a face palm. "Good God! You didn't!"

"We had Cherry Cobbler, all right?" Wilbur folded his arms a Mavis came out with an apron around her sweaty body. "Wilbur, any sign of him?"

"No, dear, the Flasher's gone." He pointed to the boys. "They're key witnesses though. They saw that flash."

"We saw it." Raymond admitted, scratching his arm and looking away from Mavis's popped breasts. "Course we didn't see who took it."

"I saw a figure though." Tony said with his eyes blinking. "It was only a silhouette, but we still have a suspect."

"You saw something!" Mavis went over and held his hands. "Okay, what does his silhouette look like?"

"Scrawny-ish, not very tallish, he ran so he might be athletic. Oh yes, he has a satchel!"

Wilbur was interested now. "Okay! We're narrowing things down. What kind of satchel did he have?"

"I can't really tell, but I say that it's not a business sort. It's smaller...enough to place a digital camera and its appliances."

Wilbur patted the Dutch boy's shoulder. "You're observant, young man. You'll go up in places with that skill."

"I have to when I have to cook. My sight is as important as my sense of smell." He gave out a big whiff. "Oh yes, we need to go, Raymond. Our delivery will melt if we don't go to that cabin soon."

Raymond waved the couple a good-bye before he went back to the car. He drove away from the shop and headed to Lake Hattawata. As they moved closer, Tony started to ask his companion questions. He never been to the lake island before. That meant he every right to be anxious. I can't say I blame him really. I'd be damn nervous if I had to head there!

"Have you been at the island before?" Tony asked his friend. Raymond saw the sun's light on the lake as he looked for the bridge. "I have, but it's been so long."

"When was the last time you went there?"

"Five years ago, when I first worked here. Teddy gave me a brief tour of the place."

"Is the bridge near here?"

"If there was, we'd be on it by now!" Raymond groaned and squinted his eyes. He was the priest walking by the road. Raymond slowed the car and beeped at the man in the cloth. "Hey! Father!"

"Hello, Son!" O'Sheehan waved to the gentlemen. "Where are you going if you don't mind me asking?"

"Not at all." Tony smiled at the priest. "We're heading to a bridge which will take us to Vanderbilt cabin."

The father bit his lip. "Cabin? I've seen it, Son. That is not a cabin, it's a mansion."

Raymond shook his head in shock. "I thought the place has trailers and cabins only!"

"If there was a trailer in that island, then that owner must have made a lot of renovations." The father made some tsk noises with his teeth. "Besides, that place is a bad place to put a home."

"Why?" The boys asked. The man of the cloth leaned over to the window. He saw the women walking among the trail. He didn't want them to hear. "There is a rumor the island was a burial ground."

The boys jumped back in their seats. Raymond came back fast and calmed himself. "A burial ground you say?"

"Aye, boy, an ancient burial ground to the native people. Whoever built that house would be cursed for life."

"I think the previous owner built that house. I thought he was quite successful." Raymond said to himself. "Yes, he got a lot of business from this resort."

The priest scratched his stubby chin. "Oh...maybe it isn't a cursed place after all. Tell me, what did happen to him?"

"He died. His nephew took over and he's making the resort like a year-round camp."

Father O'Sheehan rolled his eyes. "Nice. Well, I got to finish my stroll and head back to church. I have a tight schedule ahead of me tonight. An evening mass will be packed for sure! We'll be celebrating Rose's life."

"Really?" Raymond asked in disbelief. O'Sheehan nodded. "Well of course! She dedicated her life to make Orlando better. Our community are indebted to her. We hope her children would follow their mother's footsteps and continue her legacy."

After their farewells, Raymond proceeded to drive to the mansion. Tony pointed to the bridge ahead of them. They turned to that bridge and drove across the lake. When they drew closer to the island, they found groves of trees covered in Spanish moss. Tony took the liberty to look at Florida's nature, breathing the humid air.

"This is rather beautiful." Tony admitted. "It's nothing compared to the Netherlands though."

Raymond rolled his eyes when he saw the huge house. He slowed and parked at the front. He stepped out, followed by Tony. At first, the latter was happy-go-lucky strolling through the walkway. Then he noticed the cake through the biggest window. He panicked and ran to Raymond.

"Dude...we have a problem!" The boy cowered behind the man. "There might be a burglar in that house!"

Raymond sighed and stopped. "Tony, what makes you so sure there's an intruder?"

"I saw a cake in there!"

Raymond puffed his lips and moved forward. "Yeah, no, a cake in the house is safe. Now, there was there was someone robbing the place, the place would be empty."

"It might be a serial robber!" Tony suggested as the climbed the stairs to the porch. "That might be his card!"

Raymond turned his eyes to his compadre. "Did you watch another show from the Crime Mystery Channel again? It's a bad influence."

Raymond stopped at the door and knocked on it. On his fourth knock, the door opened on its own. Tony shivered with Raymond as they looked inside. Once they entered the place, they had the chance to look around the rooms. Should I even bother to mention they treaded lightly.

The interior of the mansion was gorgeous! (Well, when I looked at it later that summer it was!) Luxurious couches spread around the main floor. There was a cream carpet with silver leaf pattern. At the far wall was a fireplace with a shovel and poker.

The delivery boys walked to the dining room where the cake stood. The cake was one large mofo! It was sea foam with three layers. Each of them was round and the size of wagon wheels. There was a letter on the second layer. Raymond picked it up and unfolded it to read. There was only one word in that perfume scented paper. "'Surprise'?"

And what do think happened next? The cake...exploded! Raymond's body was covered with cake and Tony fell back. He began to scream like a kid in a house of horrors! Next thing Raymond knew, zip! His assistant was gone! Raymond cursed under his breath for having such a...Well, everyone has a bad opinion about their buddies at one point! Not gonna say the word he told me. I'll let you guess.

"Oh dear!" A German voice said above him. He looked up and noticed glops of frosting off the hot curves. The women covered in those sweet blobs had the same breast size, same ponytail, the same red clay eyes. Raymond gulped at the sight of four naked German women. "Did our surprise scare your friend?"

"Well, you may have, but I'm still here." Raymond wiped the cake from his shirt as he stared at the Hanen sisters. Freda, the eldest, had frizzy Henna hair. Maria, the second daughter, had wine red hair. The third child, Christina, had platinum lime hair. The youngest, Sofia, had short hair of smoke blue. The hair was the only difference between all four sisters.

Raymond gazed on those sweet covered sisters, feeling his pants getting tighter. He would have forgotten he had the pint in his hands were it not for a drop of water from the pint! He shook his little fantasy away and gave the naked women their pint. "Here is your Alpine Fudge Crisp ice cream."

The sisters cheered as Freda took the melting pint. "Danke, sweet man! We've been waiting so much for this!" The sister opened the lid and turned to the sisters. She said something in German to them. Then, they climbed out of the cake and grabbed the essentials. From Christina, she brought spoons. From Maria, she brought napkins. And from Sofia, she brought the most essential things of all. "Toppings!"

Raymond grinned at the idea of putting whipped cream on the ice cream on the dish. When he reached for the can, Sofia slapped his hand. "NO! That is not what the whipped cream is for!"

"It's not for eating?"

The sisters laughed. Freda grabbed the can and shook it. She grinned at Raymond as she said these words. "This is what is coming to you." And she capped off the top and sprayed the cream all over her round breasts. Raymond got extremely excited and started to take off his clothes. "Wow, you really don't kid around, do you?"

When the man took off his drawers, the sisters cooed in awe. His boner was already throbbing. Each sister didn't need the ice cream. (Come on, what's the point of eating the ice cream in the first place? They were horny as they were!) Well, here is the thing. They knew about the serum in the ice cream. AND they found out that this ice cream worked on two levels. The first level was their physicality. I won't go there since we know how that works. The second level, which is what I will discuss, is the mentality!

Oh, everyone has fantasies. Some are more out of this world than others. There are fantasies each person wanted to make it come true play-by-play. Unfortunately, fantasy can't bend the will of reality. Most of the time it's either lack of communication or a person's closedmindedness. Either way, the cream of any flavor would bring their fantasy to perfection.

Freda dug the pint with her spoon and let Raymond lick on the sweetness. The combination of the crispies and the sweet chocolate fudge made his taste buds dance. His eyes stared right at Freda's huge boobs. Globs of frosting dripped all over them when he moved closer to those hot, delicious orbs. He opened his mouth and sucked the sugary tit. Freda rolled her eyes in delight, holding the man's head.