Chapter 24: Chapter 24

VADA

I climbed in the backseat next to Jake, buckling my seatbelt with a heavy sigh. “How come I never get to ride shotgun?”

“You have behavior issues,” Evan grumbled.

“I do not.”

“Your sexy body is too much of a distraction for the driver,” Jake said, reaching across the seat to rub my bare thigh.

“I ~am~ pretty hot,” I laughed.

“Honey, you redefine sexy,” he growled playfully. “Every time I look at you, all I can think about is laying you out on the nearest flat surface and spreading those sexy thighs.”

“You haven’t fucked me since that first afternoon on the yacht,” I huffed, turning my head to stare out the window as we headed down the coastal highway.

The road ran parallel to the beach, the sand stretching for miles along the Gulf Coast.

“How come we never went to the beach?”

“We were gonna go when we got back from the model train museum yesterday,” Garrett said. “But you were sleeping.”

“That’s Evan’s fault,” I muttered.

“Are you seriously complaining because I fucked your brains out on the patio table?” Evan snorted.

“No.”

“Just for the record,” Jake interjected. “That’s why I haven’t fucked you in two days. You only have one pussy. Garrett hogged it the first night, and Evan wore it out yesterday.”

“I have other places you could put your cock.”

“I thought you needed a break last night, sweetheart,” he said. “I was trying to be nice. I thought you were sore.”

“Just for future reference, my vagina is a resilient bitch. And she’s never too tired or sore for a little oral servicing.”

“Duly noted,” Garrett chuckled.

“Where are we going today?” I asked. “We don’t seem to be doing much work on this business trip.”

“Are you actually complaining about that?” Evan asked.

“No. I was just curious.”

“After today, playtime is over for a couple of days,” Jake advised. “We’re heading to a ranch in Texas. They have an entire barn full of old cars.”

I stared at my phone, checking to make sure it wasn’t in airplane mode.

It wasn’t.

Mandy had texted me a couple of times that morning. She was still a little miffed that I’d hung up on her in the middle of our FaceTime sex the other night.

I’d lied and said I’d lost my internet connection, but she didn’t buy it. Mandy had never been that insecure before.

I’d had plenty of boyfriends over the years, and she’d been fine with them. But my road trip with my harem of older men wasn’t sitting well with her.

“What’s wrong?” Jake asked.

“I texted Dad an hour ago, and he hasn’t responded. He always answers right away.”

“Maybe he’s taking a shit,” Garrett suggested.

“For an hour?”

“Maybe he’s really constipated,” Jake added with a brisk chuckle, his tight smile not reaching his eyes.

“Didn’t he have that big meeting with the IT people this morning?” Evan asked, glaring at Garrett.

“What meeting?”

“The one about cybersecurity,” he said through gritted teeth.

“Oh right!” Garrett laughed. “I’ve lost track of what day it is.”

“What’s going on with Dad?” I asked. “You guys are hiding something.”

“No, we’re not,” Jake said. “He’s in a meeting. That’s why he hasn’t answered your text.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“I think we should tell Vada where we’re going today,” Garrett suggested, clapping his hands together.

“I’m not stupid,” I snapped. “You guys are keeping something from me.”

“Why don’t we play twenty questions,” Jake said. “See if you can guess where we’re headed.”

“I’m not five.”

“First question, babe,” Garrett said, turning around in his seat. “Let’s go, or we’ll be there before you even get a chance to guess.”

“Why don’t you make it a little easier?” Evan mumbled, shaking his head as he drove onto a long flat bridge.

“Don’t they have signs in this stupid city?” I grumbled.

“Yes, they do,” Jake replied. “That’s your first question. Try another one.”

“That doesn’t count!” I cried.

“Sure does, beautiful.”

“Where are we going?” I demanded.

“Is this your first time playing twenty questions?” Evan asked.

“No.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“What’s your third question?” Jake asked.

“How far away is it?”

“Just over an hour,” Garrett replied.

“Yeah, that doesn’t help,” I said. “My geography is a bit rusty.”

Evan shook his head, making that condescending crinkly face I always hated when I was a teenager. “Then why did you ask that question?” he sighed.

“I don’t know.”

“C’mon, Vada,” Garrett said. “You’ve still got seventeen questions left.”

“Am I gonna like this place?”

“Definitely,” Jake replied.

“Are we doing any car shit while we’re there?”

“Nope. No work today. Just fun.”

“Are we going to a beach?”

“No.”

“Are we playing paintball?”

“What?” Evan asked, glancing in the mirror with a bewildered look.

“I love paintball.”

“I did not know that,” Jake said.

“There’s lots of things you don’t know about me.”

“We aren’t playing paintball. But we can certainly add that to our itinerary, now that we know you enjoy that.”

“Are we doing karaoke?” I asked.

“We could definitely do that where we’re going.”

“Hm,” I pondered, rubbing my breast while I reviewed the clues.

“What are you doing?” Garrett asked, studying me with curious amusement.

“Thinking.”

“Do you always play with your tit when you’re thinking?” Jake chuckled.

“Yeah. It’s a bad habit. Got me kicked out of class on more than one occasion during my short stint at community college.

“My tits also helped get me my one and only passing grade. My tits ~and~ my fabulous pussy.”

“Your professor passed you because you molested yourself in class?” Evan gasped.

“First of all, don’t use that word. It’s cringe, Evan.” I rolled my eyes at him when he glanced back at me.

“I think I speak for everyone in this van when I say, ~keep your eyes on the road!~ We’re crossing a scary-ass fucking bridge.”

“Did your teacher really pass you because you played with your tits?” Jake asked.

“No. He passed me because I let him fuck me.”

“Oh, Vada,” Evan lectured. “That’s terrible. You should’ve reported him.”

“Why?”

“Because he took advantage of you and used his position as your professor to force you into having sex with him.”

“He didn’t ~force~ me to do anything,” I laughed. “It was my idea. I wouldn’t have done it if I knew he was married.”

“How did you find out?” Garrett asked.

“His wife suspected he was cheating on her, and she was having him followed.

“She showed up at the motel where we were shagging, and the private investigator kicked the door in. Turns out she was fucking him.

“It was like a bad talk show meets a soap opera.”

“Sounds like it,” Jake said. “Did he get fired?”

“Oh yeah. His bitch wife ratted him out.”

“But the college let you keep your passing grade?” Evan asked incredulously.

“Yeah. They felt sorry for me.”

I stared out the window at the passing scenery, searching for some clue as to where we were. We were driving through a city.

I couldn’t see the ocean anymore. Just gas stations, dollar stores, and motels. And of course, Walmart. Because what city in America didn’t have at least one of those?

“I don’t know,” I said with a frustrated sigh. “Are we going to a shopping mall?”

“We could do that where we’re going,” Jake replied.

“Sounds like we’re visiting a city then,” I guessed.

“That’s correct.”

“That really narrows it down,” I snorted. “Are we staying in a hotel?”

“Yep,” Jake said.

“Thank God,” I muttered.

“Did you figure it out yet?” Garrett asked excitedly.

“No idea.”

We drove in silence while I read the highway signs, but they were less than helpful. I blinked as we approached an interchange, my heart doing a jiggity-jig when my eyes landed on the small sign.

~New Orleans!~

I screamed.

Evan jumped, almost swerving right into the concrete wall of the overpass. “Fuck, Vada!” he barked. “Don’t do that again!”

I ignored him, bouncing up and down in my seat. “Are we going to New Orleans?!”

“Yes, ma’am,” Jake said.

“I’ve always wanted to go there!” I reached across the seat, grabbing Jake’s head and planting a loud kiss on his lips. “Thank you!”

“Hey!” Evan exclaimed. “I’m the one driving you there.”

“I’ll thank you later,” I promised.

“I’m gonna hold you to that, girl,” he said.

I leaned between the front seats, planting my lips on Garrett’s mouth. He opened up, and I sucked his tongue into mine while I reached between his legs to rub his balls.

“We could climb in the back, and you could thank me right now,” he suggested, grabbing one of my tits.

“No way! I don’t wanna miss driving into New Orleans.”

I sat back in my seat and watched out the window. My phone vibrated with the engine revving text tone that was exclusive to my daddy. I fished it from my pocket, frowning when I read his message.

Dad

Sorry, baby. I forgot to charge my phone last night. It was completely dead this morning.

My dad ~never~ forgot to charge his phone.

Vada

How was your meeting with the insurance company?

Dad

Oh, the guys told you about that?

Vada

Yep.

Dad

It was fine. I’m shopping around for a better rate for the shop. That’s all.

Vada

I see.

My dad was keeping something from me, and my three guys knew what it was. I had many tools at my disposal for getting information out of them. And I wasn’t afraid to use them.

Dad

Are you having a good time, Vada?

Vada

Yes.

Dad

What have you been up to? Any exciting adventures?

Vada

We stayed on a weird boat in Mississippi. It was all done up in 80s decor.

Dad

That sounds neat.

Vada

If you grew up in the eighties, I suppose.

Dad

Did the guys tell you where you’re heading today?

Vada

New Orleans!

Dad

I thought you’d be excited about that, pumpkin.

Vada

Yeah. But I don’t think the guys are gonna wanna go clubbing.

Dad

They might surprise you.

Vada

Can you tell them to take me dancing?

Dad

I can’t tell them what to do, honey.

Vada

Why not? They have your daughter.

Dad

You belong to them now, Vada.

Vada

I don’t belong to anyone, Dad. I’m not a possession.

Dad

I didn’t mean it that way, sweetie.

Vada

I haven’t agreed to marry them.

Dad

You will.

Vada

I don’t know, Dad. They want a bunch of kids. I’m not ready for all that.

Dad

You don’t have to have kids right away.

Vada

They’re old. They want them now.

Dad

Give them a chance to show you what life would be like with them. You won’t find three finer men.

Vada

I know, Dad. They’re growing on me.

Dad

Even Evan? LOL.

Vada

Yes. Even Evan.

Dad

I’m really glad to hear that, Vada.

Vada

Is everything okay, Dad?

Dad

Of course. Why do you ask?

Vada

I think you’re keeping something from me.

Dad

Everything’s fine, honey. Enjoy New Orleans. I want to hear all about it tomorrow. Okay?

Vada

Okay, Dad. Talk to you later.

I pushed aside my worries, watching excitedly as we approached New Orleans. We crossed a long causeway and traveled through a swampy area, the city rising from the fog on the horizon.

“Where are we staying?” I asked.

“Right on Bourbon Street,” Jake said.

“Cool,” I whispered, gazing out the window at the narrow streets. “This is gonna be so fun.”

***

I put the final touches on my makeup before turning to check out my ass. My new hot-pink halter-neck dress looked ~good~, hugging all my curves and making my tits look a lot bigger.

The guys were gonna be walking around all night with hard-ons.

We went shopping after we checked into the hotel. I didn’t have a dress suitable for clubbing. Evan would probably complain that my dress was too revealing.

~Too bad!~

I opened the door and sauntered into the bedroom. Jake was sprawled out on the bed with his hands behind his head. He rolled onto his side and whistled while he checked me out.

“I might need to pick up a baseball bat before we go out,” he teased.

“For what?” I laughed.

“To keep all the men away from you.”

“How did that dress cost three hundred dollars?” Evan grumbled, appearing in the open doorway with his trademark scowl on.

“There’s certainly not three hundred dollars worth of fabric. You might as well wear a nightie.”

“Evan,” Jake warned. “Be nice.”

“I think we should just stay in tonight,” he suggested.

“Suit yourself,” I said, pushing past him. “I’m going out, with or without you guys.”

“Why don’t we have a drink here before we head out?” Garrett suggested.

“The alcohol in the minibar is way overpriced,” Evan warned.

“Too late,” I laughed, cracking open a bottle.

“Relax, Ev,” Garrett said. “It’s all good. We’re on vacation.”

“This is not a vacation,” he barked. “It’s a business trip.”

“Sit,” I ordered. “You need some relaxation therapy. Vada style.”

“I’m almost afraid to ask what that entails,” he muttered, dropping onto the sofa with a reluctant sigh.

“Your pants need to be off for part one,” I informed him.

“Evan’s getting a BJ,” Garrett chuckled.

“C’mon, big boy,” Vada drawled. “Whip out the anaconda, so I can give him some love.”

He loosened his belt, sliding his pants and boxers to his ankles before settling back on the couch.

“You’ve already got a semi,” I observed, licking my lips.

“I’ve had it since I saw you in that dress,” he muttered.

“The dress you bitched at me about!”

“Exactly. Every guy in the club will react the same way. And they’ll all be looking for a place to put their cock.”

“Do you think every guy on the planet is a rapist?”

“No. But when guys are drinking, they don’t always make the best decisions.”

“She’ll be fine, Ev,” Jake assured him. “We won’t let her out of our sight.”

I grabbed a cushion for my knees and got to work. His eyelids shuttered. The first of many moans of pleasure rolled off his chest when I lowered my lips to his cock.

I teased him with light flicks of my tongue around his head until it started oozing pre-cum.

I lapped up his salty offering before sucking and stroking his length into my mouth. He released an appreciative groan, stuffing my tiny mouth with his huge meat stick.

“Not yet, big boy,” I whispered, releasing his cock from my mouth.

I licked his hard shaft like a lollipop, sliding my hands under his ass while I ran my tongue over his balls.

He cupped the back of my head, a series of hungry growls erupting from his open mouth when I sucked each nut gently. I ran my tongue under his sack, resisting the urge to give him a rim job.

Evan didn’t like anal play, and I had to make sure to respect his wishes.

“What is this?” I asked when Jake and Garrett flopped down on either side of him, pulling out their throbbing pythons.

“We can’t go out with raging erections,” Jake explained.

“I’m gonna have to redo my makeup if I suck all three of you off.”

“We’ll wait,” Garrett said with a toothy grin.

“Excuse me,” Evan huffed. “I was here first.”

“Sorry, sweetie,” I whispered, taking his cock back into my mouth.

“That’s better,” he said with mock sternness.

I let his cock slide deeper this time, his hips thrusting forward as he fucked my throat. His hands were in my hair, his groans getting louder as I brought him to the brink.

If I didn’t have two other cocks to suck, I would’ve pulled back and made it last longer. His pelvis jerked against my jaw, his cum flowing down my throat and coating my stomach with a warm bath.

***

“Is everyone feeling relaxed and ready to party?” I asked when I returned from redoing my hair and makeup.

They were still sitting on the sofa, where I left them after I sucked them off, matching glazed looks on their faces. Men were so easy to please.

“What’s part two?” Garrett inquired.

“I’m so glad you asked,” I giggled.

“I’m not,” Evan grumbled. “Thanks for reminding her, Garrett.”

“It sounds like you need part two,” I said, opening the baggie I brought with me from the bedroom. “May I offer you one of my chill bears?”

“We don’t do drugs, Vada,” Evan warned. “And there will be none of that brought into our home.”

“It’s just a gummy bear with a trace of weed in it,” I said. “I made them myself. They are completely safe.”

“I’ll try one,” Jake said, holding out his hand.

“Me too,” Garrett said.

“C’mon, Evan,” I encouraged. “Let loose.”

“How are we supposed to look after you if we’re all stoned?”

“You aren’t gonna get stoned from one gummy,” I laughed. “And I am very capable of looking after myself.”

“Fine,” he conceded, holding out his hand. “But after tonight I never want to see those again. You need to start detoxifying your body.”

“If you start the baby talk tonight, I’m gonna eat this entire bag,” I threatened.

He put the gummy in his mouth and chewed it slowly. His face contorted as if he was masticating a turd.

“Everybody ready to roll?” I asked after we’d each consumed ~one~ gummy.

“Let’s party!” Garrett cheered.

“Shit,” I muttered. “I forgot what a lightweight you are.”

***

“Why did we let her pick the club?” Evan moaned as we settled at a table right in front of the stage. “I thought you wanted to go dancing, Vada?”

“I changed my mind.”

“I’m down with this,” Garrett piped up, his eyes fixed on the massive set of tits exploding from the stripper’s tiny bra.

“I thought you were an ass man,” I laughed.

“I am. But I have a thing for big jugs.”

“I guess you’re a little disappointed with my rack then,” I snorted.

“No way,” he assured me, grabbing one of my tits. “These babies are perfect. I wouldn’t want my wife to have those tits. They aren’t practical or healthy.”

“What kind of tits do you like?” Jake asked, rubbing my other breast while he nibbled on my earlobe.

“I actually prefer small boobs,” I revealed.

“Interesting,” he murmured.

Evan’s eyes widened in horror when Boobsy Titterson stripped off her bra and leaned forward, her freak show tits dangling in front of his face.

She laughed as she danced down the steps, thrusting her scantily clad pussy at him. He shoved a bill under the string of her thong before grabbing his glass and downing the contents in one gulp.

She moved on to the next table, and another dancer took her place.

“Is she more your type?” Jake asked.

“Definitely,” I confirmed, my eyes roaming over the dainty blonde with tiny tits.

She glanced at me. My eyes dropped to her pussy as I held up a twenty.

“Vada’s getting a lap dance!” Garrett announced.

I slipped the bill in her panties and leaned back. She circled my chair, shaking her ass and her tits before she placed her knee between my thighs, gently nudging them apart.

I tucked my hands underneath me. Her delectable pink nipples were just inches from my mouth.

She thrust her hips in my face, her knee making contact with my pussy as the lace from my thong rubbed against my clit.

I glanced at my guys, three sets of eyes lusting with undivided attention while the stripper completed her sensual lap dance, caressing my shoulders and gazing into my eyes as if we were lovers.

She was rewarded with another twenty from each of my men when she finished.

Even Evan.

There was no doubt in my mind that they were all sporting full erections.

My panties were dripping, my pussy aching for some penetration. But not from a woman. I wanted a man’s touch.

I’d never preferred one over the other. My desire for pussy and cock was a fifty-fifty split. And I didn’t think that had changed. It wasn’t the big dicks behind the shift in my sexual desire.

It was the owners of the big dicks. I was slowly falling for these men. They distracted me with their weapons, snuck past my defenses, and wormed their way into my heart.

I circled the table, stopping to give each of them a deep, sexual kiss and a promise for some epic fucking when we got back to the hotel.

Evan pulled me onto his lap, his tongue surging past my lips while his hand slipped under my dress.

“You’re so hot,” he murmured, his finger dipping inside my thong. “And so wet.”

“It’s all for you guys,” I whispered.

“Good girl,” he growled, nipping at my lip when he pushed two fingers inside me. “We own you.”

“Prove it,” I challenged, reaching between his legs to rub his balls.

“How?”

“Get an African hairy bush viper tattoo.”

“Done.”

“Really?”

“Yep,” he declared. “Guys, we need to find a tattoo parlor. Three hairy snakes, coming up.”