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indicator of a healthy bubble butt

“Jiggle factor?” Amy said.
“Yes, the jiggle factor, is an indicator of a healthy bubble butt.”
The ladies looked at each other moaning and rolling their eyes.
Vicky jumped up out of the hot tub. Laughing at me watching her body. Another jiggle factor test unfolded before my eyes as her barely contained breasts bounced around with a life of their own.
Her smirk grew into a full blown smile as she watched my eyes followed her bouncing boobs.
“You’re so full of shit, Jeff,” Vicky managed to say between gasps of laughter.

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Let’s go get dirty.

“Speaking of which,” Zoey jumped up and grabbed my arm. “Let’s go get dirty.”
I was in voyeur heaven as the women all bounced around me playfully teasing until we ended up in the Mud Room.
It looked like some bizarre scene from a vampire movie. We entered a room with a vaulted ceiling, everything was made of stone blocks. There were two rows of five raised enclosures that looked like giant stone coffins without lids. The inside of these rectangular enclosures was filled with warm mud.
The room smelled of decay, it was heady and assaulted your senses. I guess it was from the mud and whatever was in it. The room was very warm because of the heat radiating from the mud baths.
“Oh, this is going to be fun. I love getting dirty,” Nomi said. “Jeff, Zoey and I are going to give you a special mud massage.”
Zoey and Nomi looked at each other giggling sharing in their own unspoken communication that this wasn’t the first time they had played around together in the mud.

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convinced that I wouldn’t spank her

“He said he’s going to beat me. Can you believe it?” Amy whined into the phone.
Amy frowned. “It’s not funny damn it!”
“Get your butt down here before he paddles me for real!” Amy said.
I could hear the familiar laughter rolling out of Amy’s phone before she ended the call.
“Vicky’s not to old to go over my knee either, you know,” I said.
Amy just gave me one of those brat cartoon type faces that she makes. She was convinced that I wouldn’t spank her, but she was apprehensive enough about it to move further away from me.

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“Cindy, where is Jeff?” Gina said.

“Do you know what’s going on?” Gina interrupted my thoughts as she continued.
“What are you talking about?” I said.
“Cindy, where is Jeff?” Gina said.
“What do you mean, ‘where is Jeff’?” I said.
“Girl, you know exactly what I mean. He isn’t there with you is he?” Gina said.
“No.”
“You don’t know where he is do you?” Gina said.
“No. I’m sure he’s in a bar somewhere getting drunk.” I said.
“Wake your ass up, girl! You think Jeff has his head buried in some bottle because his slut wife is out fucking around?” Gina said.
Gina was exasperated with my coy replies, and I started to worry about what she was asking.

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evidence of your wife’s ongoing affair

“So the public relations fallout over Cindy’s recent behavior is probably going to be minimal. Most likely we’re only going to see an effect here in the United States,” I said.
“That’s right,” Tabs agreed. “The PR firm that we consult with thinks that the evidence of your wife’s ongoing affair with Carl Covington and any other promiscuous activity by her in the future may be embarrassing and damaging, but we don’t foresee any end of the world scenarios.”
“So, the issue will be spun as a personal lifestyle issue and we really aren’t seeing a real danger here to the core businesses and our associates,” I agreed.

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entering a devious game of flirting

I moaned rolling my eyes. “Yeah. Right! Like either one of you bubbling bunnies needs your ego stimulated by some old sour puss like me.”
Two pair of lips poked out at me with sensual teases of fake pouts.
Vicky asked. “Which one of us has the best ass?”
“Well, that’s a subject that requires further study.”
Amy snapped. “Oh really? And just what are the requirements of this further study?”
Grinning I knew that we were entering a devious game of flirting. I had been skilfully manipulated by these enchanting women to have more fun with them if I so desired.
“Well, the first requirement is grading the jello test. It’s a multiple part test designed to indicate the bubblisciousness of your booty.
“Your what! Bubbly-nesh-ess,” Vicky said, exasperated at me. “Is that even a word? You’re making this crap up.”
“No, of course not!” Keeping a straight face. “It’s a jiggle factor test.”

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joining the ladies in the hot tub

I took a moment to marvel at the professionalism of the people that Vicky had surrounded herself with. I knew from past experience that the Vixen employed a staff of over 30 people. The ship was run like any world class resort, providing her guests with a pleasurable experience.
Being aboard the Vixen made the realities of every day life fade away like the lighting of a good opera house. Holding you warmly in the shadows of its stomach while you enjoyed the presentation of the evening onstage.
Looking around after joining the ladies in the hot tub I noticed that we were centered on the port side of a swimming pool that looked like it was 30 feet across. We weren’t outside on the upper deck because it had a heliport, so I guessed that we were one or two decks below.

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wearing two tiny pieces of fabric

Amy giggled. “What’s the matter Jeff? You don’t like what I was hiding under my wrap?”
What’s not to like. The bikini she was wearing was little more than publicly legal lingerie. Though in many places around the world it would be questionable wearing two tiny pieces of fabric like that. But I don’t think that very many men would complain about it at all.
“I’m just wondering where your weapon is concealed,” I dead panned.
“You’re a perv, you know that boss,” Amy said, barely keeping a grin off her face.
I continued with the playful conversation. “I’m just a simple, honest man, Amy.”

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My face flushed into a mask of rage.

“Your wife wishes you a happy anniversary!” The caption said.
[beep beep]
“Too bad you couldn’t wait around to see it in person,” the SMS said.
“Son of a bitch!” I blurted out before I could control my reaction.
My face flushed into a mask of rage.
Amy came over to me and embraced me in a smothering bear hug while Vicky picked up her phone.

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They all manipulated my emotional stability

Biting her lower lip Amy turned away from me and grabbed a danish.
“Here it’s blueberry!” She enthused.
I opened my mouth to say something else and Amy just stuffed half the danish pastry in.
“Yum! Yum!” She giggled at my consternation.
Why do I even bother? I can never remain upset or win an argument with any of my close staff because they were all head-strong independent women that didn’t take any crap.
They all manipulated my emotional stability like a mother does a young child and I found it reassuring and comforting that they were all doing it because they genuinely cared about me.

The Vixen The Lust Boat 1 by Anna Dubois