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Peeps in a
carnal fashion. “What about that pro-football player you dated? Or
that underwear model from France? They are hardly what I would call
geeky.”
    Trinity shoved a chunk of the croissant in her
mouth, then mumbled around it. “Geeky guys never come talk to me,
and when I try to talk to them, they spaz out. Plus I’m tall. Short
guys get intimidated by me.”
    “You know, I never thought I’d feel bad that my best
friend wasn’t hit on by a nerd.” The other half of the croissant
sailed at Maeve’s head, and she laughed. “So did you manage to meet
your geek in shining armor last night?”
    “Oh yeah. He wanted a fantasy about being held as a
sexual prisoner by an Amazon. My hostess saw the open call and
hooked the two of us up.”
    “Kinky,” Maeve commented and gave Trinity a devilish
grin. “What did he look like?”
    Trinity fanned herself with her hand. “He’s about
four inches shorter than me. I think he is Irish or something. He
has this pale skin with these delicious freckles on his shoulders.
He’s not ripped, but he has a really lean strength.”
    “And his…?” Maeve made the universal gesture for
cock.
    “Like a Shetland pony.” Trinity smiled and actually
licked her lips. “I told him I would meet him at the pool later
this morning.”
    Maeve felt an unexpected twinge of jealousy. She was
surprised to find that her feelings for her sheik hadn’t dimmed
after a good night’s sleep. Instead they had deepened to the point
where if she knew what room he was staying in, she would have shown
up with breakfast—in the nude. “Wish I was meeting my mystery man.
I won’t see him again until my fantasy tonight.”
    “Who knows, maybe he’ll be at the pool. Did you look
like yourself?”
    The thought cheered her up, and she mentally ran
through the selection of bikinis she’d brought with her. “Yeah, I
did. But he said he looked different in real life. I think the
woman’s face was different too.”
    “What?” Trinity screeched. “You got it on with
another girl?”
    Maeve blushed so hard her ears burned. “We need to
get dressed.”
    Trinity laughed until she fell on the floor. “I
never knew. Should I be jealous that you didn’t try to make a move
on me?”
    Maeve ignored her and stepped over her laughing
friend on the way to her room.
    “I bet I can eat some really good pussy!” Trinity
yelled, now almost doubled over in laughter.
    Ignoring that remark, Maeve decided to join Trinity
at the pool and give her shit about her geek.
* * *
    The warm July sun relaxed Maeve as she lay back on
the cushioned lounge chair. With her sunblock applied and her
sunglasses that matched her tiny emerald green bikini in place,
relaxation melted into her bones. She refused to let the fact that
she wasn’t a size 6 keep her from wearing the gorgeous bikini she’d
picked up in Rio. Normally this tiny bit of cloth would be
considered scandalous, but at Sodom she blended right in. Quite a
few women were topless, but she wasn’t feeling that bold—yet. Maybe
a few more chocolate martinis would change her mind, in addition to
the three she’d already downed.
    She watched Trinity with an amused grin and let the
rich and icy chocolate liqueur flow down her throat.
    A pale guy with freckles and a full head of blazing
red hair sat on the edge of the pool with Trinity, and they were
holding hands while splashing their feet in the water. It was
almost disgusting how cute they were together.
    They certainly got their share of double takes.
Trinity wore an orange bikini even smaller than Maeve’s, and it
accentuated her lean frame. Jerald, her geek in shining armor, had
a liberal application of sunblock on his shoulders, and his pale
skin was a stark contrast to her dark beauty. But Maeve had to
admit he was cute in his own way and the glimpse she’d caught of
his swim trunks tightening against his groin as he sat confirmed
that he was indeed hung like a Shetland pony.
    There was a cluster of