Everybody Needs a Hobby Ch. 26

"Well I'm hopin' you can there sweet cheeks. A little birdie told me that y'all take some of them, ah...whatcha call 'em...boo, ah, boodwaar...shit, I can't say it...you know, some of them sexy pictures in the bedroom?"

Britt was now half awake and I sensed she was trying to stifle a giggle; "Well yes sir, we have shot boudoir or what you call bedroom pictures for clients in the past. Uh," pausing for a second; "are you interested in pictures for yourself?" I held back a snort of laughter when I heard the question, figuring that Britt now had her head buried in a pillow, knowing that didn't sound right.

"Well hells bells girl! No one wants to see an old coot like me lollygaggin' around on a bed in my BVD's," I said with a guttural laugh. I was on a roll and had to see how far I could get with this; "Naw, this is for this pretty little filly I'm seein'. I travel a lot and we don't get together but every once in a while and well, between you and me, I think she's worried I'll stray on her when I'm on the road."

I had to pause to come up with my next line and Britt jumped in, now wide awake and in the mode; "Well sir, I've heard that story before. A girl gets her hands on a fella like you and she doesn't wanna take the chance of losin' him, so maybe she feels she has to do something to make sure he remembers her."

"Honey," I continued, diggin' deep for my inner Texan, "If you ever laid eyes on this little red-head...well hell, when she's with me, I'm like a horny-toad on Viagra. I mean...well hell, I'm sorry darlin', I've said enough already. Just leave it that there ain't a snowballs chance in hell that I'd fool around on Becky..." 'Shit,' I said to myself and there was a gasp on the other end of the line.

"Uh...Sir...uh, did you say your girls name is Becky?"

I didn't detect any suspicion in her voice so I carried on; "Yeah, I didn't mean to mention her name, but hell, I guess you'll know it sooner or later if we do this. It's not a secret or anything, ya' know, us foolin' around and all. I ain't married and neither's she, but she's just a young thing. Not sure what she sees in an old fart like me, but I'm not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. I figured my roamin' days were through until I stopped in for a new pair of Tony Lama's; those are boots, and anyway, I sat down to try on a pair of ostrich and then, well hell, there was an angel; a red-headed angel with the greenest eyes God ever made."

There was dead air on the other end and I waited and I waited; "Well darlin', tell you what, I'll tell Becky that I found a place to get her pictures taken and I'll just let you and her work out the details; that sound okay?"

"Uh... yeah, well...uh, yeah, that'll be fine," she said; I could hear the numbness in her voice.

"Alright, darlin', well you have a good day and I'll have my girl give you a call," quickly hitting the 'End' key. "Holy shit," I said to myself out loud again, staring at the phone. 'That was funny as hell or I'm gonna catch hell when she finds out.'

** At home, in bed **

"Holy shit," Britt proclaimed as she looked at the handset.

"What?" Kate asked as she sat up and stretched like a waking cat.

"I just had the weirdest phone call," she replied, hanging up the phone and reaching for the open bottle of water on the bedside table.

Gina thrashed at the sheets that had her bound to the bed and Kate wrestled with her until the brunette overpowered her little lover and bounded from the bed. She stood and stretched her long, lean body as her roommates looked on admiringly; "What was so weird about the call?" she asked, oblivious to lustful leering.

"Oh yeah," earth to Britt; "Well, it was this old guy, I think he was from Texas or Oklahoma, somewhere like that; anyway, he says that his 'girl friend'," throwing out the air quotes again, "wanted to have some boudoir photos done for him."

"Well that's nice," Kate said as she got out of bed and stood behind Gina and began to give her a back rub. Gina purred like a kitten and writhed about under her little lovers massaging fingers.

"Yeah, but, I don't know, it was a little creepy; I mean he sounded really old, like, I don't know, 40 or something."

"I don't know," Kate said in a sing-songie fashion; "Johnnie's a lot older than 40 and he's pretty sexy." John was the old friend of George's that set the girls up in the retail bikini business.

"Eww..." the other two said in chorus. "We all love John for what he did for us and you, well you gave him a blow-job," Britt wrinkling her nose in mock disgust, "but sexy?" Both girls shook their head in disagreement. That just got Gina an abrupt end to her massage and a sharp swat on the ass.

"Hey," Gina squealed, jumping and turning in mid air, grabbing Kate before she could make her exit. Picking her easily up and off the ground, she threw the little one on the bed, just missing Britt. Gina tackled the squirming half-pint and the tickling and giggling ensued.

"Anyway," Britt stood by the bed, raising her voice; "It wasn't that he was old so much as it was how young his girlfriend is." She waited patiently for the girls to ask how old the lucky girl was, but the naked wrestling too much fun. Britt cleared her throat, trying to get their attention, but to no avail..."Well hell...his girlfriend is Becky!"

Well that might has well been a bucket of cold water, the frolicking stopped so abruptly. Both girls rolled over and stared up at Britt, bug-eyed. "Did you say Becky?" in two part harmony.

Britt took a seat beside them and nodded; "Unless there is another sexy red-head in town that sells cowboy boots named Becky, then yeah."

The other two sat up and stared into space, their minds trying to fathom this bit of news. "What are you going to do?" Katie asked.

"What do you mean, what am I going to do?" Britt replied.

"Well, are you going to ask Becky if she's boinkin' some old cowboy on the side?" Kate continued.

"Kate!" Gina yelped, slapping her playfully on her bare thigh; "You don't just ask somebody something like that...that's...well that's rude!"

"I don't know," distancing herself from Gina's long reach; "I'd want to know," looking at Britt, "if the girl my boyfriend and I have been playing with was also getting it on with someone's grandfather!"

"Ewww," moaned Gina, taking another swat at the little one.

"Ah shit," Britt groaned as she fell back on the bed and tried to smother herself with a pillow.

** A bit later **

After an uncommonly quiet and subdued group shower, the girls rummaged around through my t-shirts for the day's apparel, Britt grabbed an apple and went out and up the stairs to the office. She had to call Becky today anyway to make sure we were all set up for the shoot tomorrow. She sat her thong-clad butt on the chair and stared at the phone, formulating a dialog with her red-headed friend. Picking up the receiver, she fooled with the buttons...

"SON OF A BITCH!!"

The screech echoed through the building and Kate and Gina sprinted out of the house and up the stairs. "What the hell?" Gina yelled out, trying to get Britt's attention. Britt stared long and hard at the digital readout on the office phone...I was fucked!

"That son of a bitch...that sneaky, no good..." and then she began to laugh. Gina and Kate stood back, huddled up together at the head of the stairs, ready to make a break in case their best friend lost it completely. Blazing mad one minute and laughing out loud the next...not a good sign. Britt flopped back into the high-back leather chair and threw her long legs up on the desk. Britt continued to laugh and shake her head;" Well he got me this time, but like they say, pay back is a bitch." The girls continued to keep their distance and waited. "C'mere" Britt said, pointing to the phone.

Still somewhat suspicious and cautious, they inched their way beside her. Gina glanced down at the phone while Kate continued to watch Britt, ready to retreat if need be. Gina stared at the digital display; her mind working until the light went on..."Son of a bitch!"

"Yeah...right?" Britt exclaimed, jumping out of the seat. Kate, still clueless, jumped back, dragging Gina with her until they both lost their footing and tumbled to the floor. Britt and Gina broke out in uncontrolled laughter and Kate slipped away to a seemingly safe distance; "What...what...what?"

"It was George," Britt finally managed to say as she brought her laughter under control.

"What was George?" Kate asked, still confused and a little flustered still.

"Ol' loverboy was the cowboy. George was the old guy on the phone!" Gina said, still laughing.

"I still don't get it. Why would George pretend to be someone he wasn't?"

"It was a prank," Britt said, back in the chair. She threw those long legs back on the desk, the t-shirt bunched around her waist. She looked naked in profile from the waist down, a look that didn't escape either roommate as she continued. "He called here at what...10 o'clock? We were still in bed and I wallowed around trying to get to the phone and I must have sounded like I was still asleep."

"I know I was," Gina interjected, "I didn't even hear it ring." Kate shook her head in agreement, she didn't hear it either.

"Anyway, George must have known we were still sacked out, so he decided to screw with me. I've gotta give him props, he had me going from the beginning until he hung up." She shook her head, still disbelieving; "But it's my turn now...it's my turn now and he'll never know what hit him." Britt rubbed her hands together and cackled like a Hollywood scheming witch. Once again, the other two slowly backed away.

** Late Friday afternoon **

It was a typical Friday afternoon; nobody really gave a hoot about work, looking forward to the weekend. With a photo shoot on a ranch with four beautiful women on my calendar, I should have been looking forward to the end of the day as much as anyone. But no...I had to pull that phone prank on Britt this morning and sure as spring follows winter, I knew she'd find out who made the call and there'd be hell to pay. I wasn't so worried about my favorite blonde getting mad so much as I was worried about how she would get even; and to make matters worse, I was outnumbered 3, may 4 to 1. Yeah, I'm really looking forward to a weekend looking over my shoulder, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

I stalled as long as I could and when I ran out of little errands to do, cleaning out my emails and texts, hell, I even stopped and had my truck washed; I finally called home to see if I could do anything for my girls before I got there.

"Hey stud," the girl on the other end answered. I looked at my phone to make sure I'd dialed Britt's cell; a muted giggle gave her away.

"Hey Katie, what are you doing answering Britt's phone?"

"Damn," she now giggled out loud; "I was hoping I'd fooled you. I saw it was you and I was gonna talk dirty to you or something," giggling some more.

"Well you can go ahead and talk dirty if you like; I'm not gonna stop you," I said as I did a mental head slap...call history...we have call history on the office phone upstairs and Britt was sharp enough to try and figure out who the old-timer was that called this morning...again, I'm fucked.

"Naw," Kate went on, breaking into my mental ass-whipping; 'It'd be more fun if you didn't know who you were talking to. So do you need to talk to Britt? She's in the motor home with Gina; we're getting loaded up for tomorrow and I just came in to grab some bottled water for the fridge. It's gonna be so much fun tomorrow."

Again I was only half listening. Her comment on it being more fun to fool with someone on the phone if they didn't know who you were landed dangerously close to my precarious position...I just knew that they knew I was the caller and payback was in my future. "No, that's okay lover," I said; "I was just on my way and was checking in to see if I could do anything for you guys on my way home. I really do appreciate your getting everything loaded up for tomorrow though. I take it we're not going to shoot the Hudson tonight?"

"Britt said that we didn't have to get the car back to the owner until next week, cuz they're out of the country or something like that, so she figured it made more sense to get the motor home loaded and we can get out of here early tomorrow. I guess we're swinging by Becky's store on the way to pick up the rest of the clothes and Becky of course," she giggled some more.

"Sounds like my girls have it all under control so, if you don't need me to pick anything up, I'll just head for the barn."

"Barn," she giggled; "Barn here, barn there...I sense a theme in there somewhere. Anyway, yeah, I think we're good to go. Dinner tonight will be leftovers, the fridge looks like a Tupperware store. I'm not sure what the plans are for food for tomorrow, but I know we won't have to worry about dehydration; we've packed enough water and juices and things, that we could survive for a week or two," giggling once more.

"Alright sweetie, well get that sweet ass back to work and I'll be home in a bit," I said kiddingly.

"Okay lover," laughing this time, "we'll see you in a bit," and she gave a little kiss over the phone and the connection was lost.

By the time I got home, I had quit worrying about any retribution coming my way; that was inevitable. I'd just take it when it came and make the best of it; no sense in worrying about it.

** At home **

Katie spoke the truth; the girl had indeed worked their perfect little butts off and by the time I rolled in, there was nothing to do but duck my head inside and sing their praises for a job well done. Gina had figured out how to plug in the power cord and had the fridge cooled down and all the lights ablaze. Kate had found areas to stash all the camera gear and what clothes we had for the shoot were hanging in the closets or folded and put away. There was indeed enough liquid refreshments on board to throw a decent sized party.

"So what do you think babe?" Britt hugged me from the rear, hands under my shirt. "We even packed some swimsuits; Becky said there is a lake we can swim in?"

"Yeah," I said, my hands back behind her and caressing her butt under the hem of her cut-offs. "It's a nice sized lake with a bit of a beach, but it's surrounded by big trees that give a lot of shade. Great place for a picnic;" 'Or a good fucking' I said to myself, reliving Becky and my time together on the blanket below the canopy of the big oak, showing a pair of squirrels watching us how it was really done.

"Great, Becky said that she loved to put picnics together, so she'd take care of the food for tomorrow," she said, tweaking my nipples."

"Well, your timing couldn't have been better," Gina said as she made her way out of the back of the coach. She strutted toward us like a runway model, her long legs disappeared briefly into another pair of obscenely short shorts; barefoot and sexy. One of my missing T's was knotted just below her magnificent breasts and she wore a smile that reminded me of what we did last night. Britt meanwhile had moved her hands down and was running her fingers over my awakened little buddy.

"Down boy," she whispered in my ear as she openly squeezed my hard-on; "you're mine tonight." She ran her tongue around the inside of my ear and my cock throbbed, eliciting a little whimper from her. I think I may have whimpered too.