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Chapter Three

As daylight makes its presence, I walk around the house taking in the most boring setting we have ever settled for. I hear Alice behind me.

"You're ready to move out already?"

"What? Oh, I was thinking about it, yes. This place is very drab."

"It's in keeping with our current life style. And it's only drab to you. It's quite nice by any other person's standards. We don't have to live like we have as much money as god. People would question it, and I've made friends here."

"I need something more, maybe. I don't know. I miss the house in Forks. It was so open and refreshing."

"You'll get used to it. Should we get rid of the dining set and replace it with a piano for you?"

"No, Alice. Thank you, but it won't be necessary."

"OK, well I'm off. Time to meet the crew and head to the golf course."

As promised, the weather is perfect for our outing. Jasper parks the car in a large, but only partially full lot. I'm not in a bad mood, just a little wary. I've no idea what to expect here.

Jasper pulls two brand new sets of clubs from the trunk and hands one to me. I follow him to the club house and wait outside while he does whatever it is he needs to do inside. He comes back with a key and I follow him to the golf carts.

"We're some of the last to make it," he says. I spot Alice's Porsche in the lot. It's hard to miss because it's canary yellow. There are a couple of other nice cars by hers, and one catches my attention in particular; an Aston Martin V8 Vantage Roadster, silver with a drop top. I take a last look at the machine before I climb in the golf cart next to Jasper. I check to make sure I'm not drooling as we head for the greens.

Alice is at the first tee off and she seems pleased to be bouncing around in boy shorts and no top. I didn't want to but it's too late; I have caught a live glimpse of her bare tits. I shield my eyes and concentrate on picking the right club.

"Oh Edward, don't be such a prude. They're just boobs for Christ's sake." She rolls her eyes at me and I give her a grimace.

"Liz is on the 18th hole," she winks at me and I catch a flash of another brunette as Alice thinks of Liz.

I smile at Alice briefly before putting all of my attention into the tiny white ball. I am forced to wait in the golf cart while Jasper sticks his tongue down her throat. When they break, Alice calls after us.

"Have fun boys!"

Each hole has various versions of mostly naked girls. I particular enjoy the blonde in the kiddie pool of green Jell-O. It must have been a feat to get it all out here on the course. Jasper and I both skip the lap dance being offered before the ninth hole.

A few of the holes have levels of brazen women. Some let the golfers lick their nipples. Others are either completely naked, or have no qualms about sliding their tiny bottoms over to give us all a peek of pink lips.

We get backed up behind other players a couple of times, because they are too enraptured by the girls to play on. It occurs to me, the farther we get into the game, the more intense the girls are. I also find that I am having a pretty good time. I am happy to drop bills in the buckets at each show, for charity of course.

As I retrieve my ball from the 17th, Jasper comments.

"I hope Izzy is with Liz at the next hole."

I raise my eyebrow at him.

"What? They are hot. To tell the truth, I think Alice wants to take them home with us. She has made fast friends with those two."

I shake my head at him, to get him to stop and to remove his images from my head.

There are other golf carts at the 18th hole, and we are backed up again. I realize why as soon as we spot two girls laid out on a huge blanket. There is a half circle of men surrounding them. As we get closer to them I understand why any normal red blooded male would not want to finish the game.

I see a mess of brown, wavy hair draped across Liz's open legs. The owner of the hair has her ass in the air and is going to town on Liz. I take a deep breath at the sight before me, which brings the taste of their arousal into my mouth.

Liz is moaning and pinching her own nipples.

Jasper and I stand behind the ring of other players. "Izzy?" I ask, pointing to the pair.

"Uh huh, I told you they were hot."

I look over the others heads to see Liz on her back in a near split. The ballet flats that cover her toes are pointed and rest on the ground. The ass in front of her is covered by a thin sliver of black spandex. It suddenly hits the ground as its' owner sits up. Like the other players, I am instantly wrapped in this scene. I've seen it on the internet, but there is nothing compared to the real thing, I am finding.

She gathers the hair that has fallen down her back onto the top of her head and sticks a reed in it to hold the mass in place. Her hands travel up Liz's thighs and another moan is let loose. It comes from Liz as the other girl looks over her shoulder at us. "I'm not going to let Liz come until my bucket weighs ten pounds with paper money," she says and licks her lips.

Holy fucking hell, she is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Perfect skin, almost as pale as mine, with just a hint of rose at her cheeks. I am instantly hard at the sight of her beautiful face, and the realization at what her tongue has been doing. I pull my wallet, fish all the bills out, not caring how much it is, and hand it to Jasper. In my peripheral vision, I can see him walk towards the girls, where the bucket is and wait his turn to put our bills in with the rest. I can't tear my eyes away from the scene.

The angel has lowered herself over Liz and taken a nipple into her mouth. Oh please let me come. I can't handle anymore of this torture. I gape for a moment before I realize it's Liz's thoughts I am hearing.

As if to answer Liz's thoughts, the angel reaches down between her legs to Liz's bare pink sex, and grazes it lightly, causing Liz to shudder.

"You wouldn't want to torture poor Liz now would you boys?" Her voice is like thick honey as she pouts.

Once Jasper is back at my side and all the men have deposited their cash, the angel moves back down Liz's body licking and nipping as she goes, until her face is level between her thighs. She lays her head on Liz's thigh and we all have the perfect view of her tongue hitting Liz's very wet center.

Liz moans and rolls her head back and forth. "Oh please, mistress," she begs.

Mistress? What the hell is that about? What I feel now...I'm not sure if it's me or what I am picking up from Liz, but it's ecstasy. I suddenly wish the brunette's tongue was on me, and it's a feeling I've not ever encountered before. Lust? Desire?

I am hit with a white hot flash as Liz cries out in release and I have an overwhelming urge to turn away and play through. This seems too private a moment for the audience. I elbow Jasper, "Play through?"

"Yeah, sure." He is staring at the ground.

As we ride to where our golf balls have landed, he sighs heavily.

"Too Much," I say, as I feel the pressing grief from him.

"I didn't realize that would be going on out here. Those two are pretty intense on stage, but they can't touch each others skin in the club."

I have to agree.

"Those two, I don't have words."

"I feel like I have just witnessed you losing your virginity." He laughs.

I cut him a sideways glance. "Fuck you," is all I can manage at the moment.

"So shall we hunt tonight?" he changes the subject.

"I think that's not only a good idea, but required at this point."