Phil stepped out into the hall. Collins had stood from the table by the ornate metal railing where they had been set up for surveillance. "Hey," he greeted as he handed him a small cup. "Here's the aspirin." He turned to gesture to the second man still seated at the table. "Daniels, this is Peters."

"Hey," Phil returned in greeting.

"Hey, man, are you sure you don't want to go hit that? She's having a reeaall hard time getting comfortable."

Phil crossed the few steps to the camera viewer. Zia was tossing a bit, and…rubbing her legs together, and then she actually dropped a hand to her crotch. "Whoa, dude! Can you give the poor thing some privacy?" he asked.

"She knows where the cameras aren't, the bed ain't one of them," Peters retorted.

"And she's drunk," Phil argued back.

"Look man, you're lucky you've got the privacy of just the cameras, some of us didn't get that luxury our first go with our girls," Collins added. "She's all yours, we've all got our own hot little numbers; but Ken wants her monitored so that's what we're doing. Here." He bent to retrieve a medium sized red and black bag from the floor near the table.

"What's this?" Phil asked, still not thrilled with the current situation.

"Travel version of the sex kits."

"Excuse me?"

"You have a whole drawer of stuff in your rooms. Ken and Miranda keep travel versions stocked for the couples, too."

Phil stared back at Collins, his mouth agape.

Collins took pity on him. "You wanted a wand, right? You've got one. Top notch. My girl can't get enough of the friggin thing."

"Mine either," Peters seconded.

Collins put a sympathetic hand on his upper arm and guided him back towards the door to the room. "Look, Daniels," he dropped his voice, "Phil," he paused. "I know neither you or Zia are exactly innocent but from what I hear both of you have been out of the game for a while. Ken and Miranda are firm believers to two major principles, 'Happy wife, happy life; and satisfaction in the bedroom translates to satisfaction in the marriage."

"I think you're getting a bit ahead of yourself Collins. We've known each other for what like fifty-six hours?"

"Ok, keep telling yourself that, man." Collins took a breath and let it out. "What I'm trying to say is that this all may seem intrusive, and ok it is, but everyone really is looking out for you both. We're a tight knit group. Miranda and Ken are all for getting what you can out of life, and that includes in the bedroom. Take the time you need to get comfortable with each other, but the more comfortable and open you are with each other, and I mean about everything, the better it gets. If you need any help, either of you, just ask."

Phil took a moment to unzip the bag and look inside. There was a full-size white wand with gold trim, at least another vibrator, a lot of black and a lot of buckles. He looked up at Collins. "How do I know she's going to be into this?" he asked.

Collins shrugged. "You don't. But most of the couples around here are, on at least on some level. It goes with the general personality. The overachieving girls need the release of giving up control, and most of us alpha males are Neanderthals at heart. You can't tell me that I haven't been watching you periodically have to readjust your junk in your pants, watching her walk around in full shackles for two days. You can't fucking wait until she's on her knees with your cock in her mouth."

"Fuck, Collins." Phil couldn't contradict him, because, well, he wasn't wrong. That didn't mean that he also hadn't fantasized about making sweet, regular, love to her either. "Collins, she's still drunk. I wouldn't feel right about it."

"Ok, so I know I just said you're been out of the game, but hopefully I don't have to explain to you that there's more than one way to get each other off." He paused. "You don't have to fuck her. Save that for when she's sobered up. But the booze is not even close to the only reason why she wants you. Go help a lady out."

"You're pretty preceptive about all this," Phil commented.

"Hey, just because I'm the life of the party, doesn't mean I don't pay attention."