The girl was sitting on the bench with her hands lifting her tits looking down in her cleavage. I heard her yell, “I hope you guys are satisfied. You’ve left me with a fucking mess.” She grabbed the towel draped over the back of the captain’s seat and wiped her face, chest and tits and finally her crotch. “I’m not cleaning up the seat and floor. It’s not my boat.”
Anchor guy sat down beside her and leaned in for a kiss. She yelled, “Get away from me. You guys are nothing but a bag of dicks.” Anchor guy said something but I couldn’t hear what. The other two guys pulled their wallets from their shorts and they extracted several bills each and handed them to anchor guy. The girl reached for the money and anchor guy held it just out of her reach. She stood up, exposing her naked body and grabbed for the money again. Anchor guy wouldn’t let her get it. Then I heard her yell out, “God damn it Jimmy. Give me my share or I’m telling Mom and Dad that you’ve been pimping me out to your friends.” Jimmy, aka anchor guy, counted out the bills and handed some to her. She grabbed the money and then turned around and grabbed her bikini off the sunning deck and retied all four of the bows and gave the two customers one middle finger and then gave them both middle fingers. I could see them all laughing as they pulled their bathing suits on. Jimmy pulled up the anchor and then slid into the captain’s seat. I heard the motor roar to life and they moved slowly back down the lake the way they had come.
With a show as pornographic as that I would normally have cum a couple times and my cock was hard in my hands but my balls were warning me and I took heed. I pushed my erect cock back in my shorts. I chuckled as I thought about the teenage hooker, her john’s and her pimp who was most certainly her brother or step-brother. I thought that maybe we should change the name of the lake to ‘Peyton Pond’ because of all the sex I had recently witnessed on land and water.
I tipped back in my chair and turned on my reader. I read for twenty minutes and dropped the reader to my chest as my eyelids grew heavy like usual and my chin dropped to my chest. I woke to find the sun noticeably lower to the western horizon. I got up and brought my reader and binoculars inside. I still had to decide what I would wear tonight.
After showering and shaving and all the other stuff, I pawed through my closet and found a pair of dress slacks, a light blue button-down dress shirt and stuffed way in the back, a sport coat. Depending on how Beverly and Eva dressed I figured I could wear it or not. I found a hanger full of ties that I had never worn and I wasn’t going to start now. I couldn’t find any dress shoes so I pulled on my leather sandals.
Armed with a vague idea about where Beverly and Eva’s rented camp was, I pulled away from my dock and headed across the lake heading north and then west into the descending sun. Ten minutes later I rounded a point of land and just as Beverly promised, they were standing at the end of their dock. I was glad I dressed the way I did because they were dressed for a city nightclub.