AMA Week - 362-365

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AMA: The Boyfriend: Chapter 362-365

By Breakthebar

Chapter 362

Thomas (pronounced the slightly more pretentious Toe-mahs way even though I knew for a fact he was a Tommy from Springfield, Idaho) met us out the front of Cook-Off with a big smile.

“Robbie,” he said, opening his arms and gesturing me in for a hug.

“Thomas,” I said, giving him a good squeeze.

“Cassidy,” he said when we released each other, putting a slightly ridiculous French accent on it.

Cass smirked and gave him a hug and they did the air kiss thing. “You’re looking thin, Thomas,” she said.

“Why thank you,” he grinned, running his hands down his slender form. He was a concierge at the Sahara and, when he wasn’t being the epitome of a judgy gay man, he was excellent at his job. He was also, from the top of his styled mop of curly ginger hair to his perfectly polished black dress shoes, immaculately put together. “You’re looking… purple and black. What’s all this? Usually, if Robbie brings you out you glam up but this is giving… cyberpunk goth.”

“That, Thomas, is in homage to my bestie,” Cassidy said, grabbing the gay man’s arm and turning him to Cattie. “This is her first night in Vegas with us, and her first proper date night with Robbie. Catherine, this is Thomas. Thomas, Cattie.”

“Hi,” Cattie said with a little grin and a glance at me. I was surprised Cassidy had been that open too.

“Wai- OK, hold on,” Thomas said, holding up the forefinger on both hands. “Did you just- Catherine, you’re gorgeous. Love the look on you. Don’t make Cassidy mimic you though, she needs more colour or she gets washed out. Did you just say she’s on a date with you two?”

I coughed lightly and cleared my throat, hiding my awkward grin behind my hand.

“She did,” Cattie said, chuckling lightly and grabbing my other hand with both of hers. “I’m Robbie’s girlfriend, he’s my boyfriend. It was complicated but now it’s pretty simple.”

Thomas started looking back and forth between me and Cass like we were playing a tennis match. “Since when are you two Poly people? Adding a third to your little love nest? Who are you and what did you do with my friends?”

“That’s a story for when you come get drunk at our place,” I said. “It's too long and complicated for standing around here.”

“You’re also the first person in the city who knows,” Cassidy said.

Thomas scoffed, a hand on his chest, and shook his head. “I never thought I’d see the day,” he said, then snorted and smirked. “Not that I ever even dreamed about it. You two are queer now.” He barked a laugh.

“Technically I was always queer,” Cass said, smiling a little sadly. “Bi, at least.”

“Bi as well,” Cattie volunteered, pointing to herself. Then she pointed to me. “And he’s very straight, he just has a massive… heart.”

Cassidy snorted and Thomas gave me a lascivious grin at Cattie’s implication.

“Try not to spread this,” I sighed, shaking my head at the three of them. I had a feeling this was the start of a beautiful friendship - for them. It would cause a multitude of future headaches for me, I was sure. “It’s still new and I’d rather it get around at my pace, please?”

“Oh, I’ll just let a couple of people know,” Thomas chuckled, then Cass slapped him on the arm and he scoffed. “Fine, I’ll just tell Teddy.”

“His boyfriend,” Cass filled Cattie in.

“OK, but you swear Teddy to secrecy,” I said, raising a finger pointedly. “He’s even more of a tea-spiller than you are.”

“Fine, make me try to force my lover to keep his mouth shut,” Thomas sighed theatrically. Then he straightened up and snickered. “You know it will spread like wildfire among the group.”

“Yeah, well, I have a feeling it won’t be the last time,” I muttered. “We good for tonight?”

“You are, my friend,” Thomas nodded with a grin. “Honestly, I thought it would be your parents visiting or something for you to ask for two guests, but this is lovely. Come here, you gorgeous thing.” He reached for Cattie and looped her arm with his before leading her into the restaurant. “Now, tell me something I don’t know about those two.”

Cassidy was chuckling as I took her hand and we followed them. “Did you really pick Cook-Off because of the food, or because you wanted Cattie to meet Thomas?”

“Can’t they both be true?” I asked with a little smile and a shake of my head. “To be fair, I need to give anyone else more time to get anywhere fancier.”

“So what you’re saying is… you got somewhere even nicer to bring her tomorrow?” Cass asked.

“No,” I sighed. “Seriously, we’re not wizards, baby. Usually, when we do personal favours for each other we’re asking a couple weeks in advance, not a day or two.”

“Good to know,” Cassidy said, and the way she wiggled her eyebrows at me made me wonder what the fuck she had in mind.

We bypassed the front reception area and the Maitre d’, and he gave Thomas a quick nod and shot me a wink. I didn’t have a direct relationship with him, but I’d done a favour or two just like this for him - routed through Thomas - over at the Vaso and he knew what was up. Thomas led us deep into the restaurant to a round four-top table set for three - it wasn’t anywhere near one of their ‘top tables’ or one of the fancy spots that overlooked the kitchen. It was, in fact, one of the worst tables in the place - tucked away, no particular views. Not too close to the lanes the waiters used, or the washrooms, but still in an active area.

It was a table that wouldn’t ever seat a VIP. Which made it the perfect table to slide through the cracks when someone was doing a favour.

Thomas was already pulling out a chair for Cattie so I pulled one out for Cass and she sat demurely, smiling up at me. Once both ladies were sitting, Thomas leaned into me as he went to step away. “You lucky dog,” he said, the French accent gone as he chuckled and shook his head a little incredulously at me.

“You’ve got no idea, buddy,” I said, giving him a pat on the shoulder before taking my seat as he left.

Once I was in place I glanced up and found myself momentarily tongue-tied as I had a shocking moment of ‘Holy shit, I’m on a date with two absolutely gorgeous women.’

Whatever the look on my face, it made Cattie start laughing and Cassidy cooed as she reached across the table and rubbed my arm.

“OK,” Cattie said. “What’s the deal with your friend? Because he’s so much and in the best way.”

“He’s Robbie’s friend,” Cassidy said, shooting me a grin. “So I’ll let you tell her.”

I shook my head and found my tongue again. “Tommy- Thomas- is part of a… let’s call it an ‘exclusive but wide’ friend group among the staff of the various hotels on and just off the Strip. Supposedly it started just among the various concierges as they communicated to blackball scammers, protect guests from being taken advantage of (other than by their casinos), and do favours for each other related to work. Well, over time the umbrella expanded to other people who were deemed ‘cool enough’ and also able to help out with favours. I got invited about six months after I started at the Vaso when I organised getting some comped tickets to one of our shows for some folks and then helped one of the Event people over at the Hilton Grand when they needed an emergency replacement wedding cake.”

“He saved someone’s ass,” Cassidy added in.

“My hero,” Cattie chuckled, grinning with her eyes as she looked at me with a slightly cocked head that said she thought I was adorable.

I rolled my eyes. “That’s how I met Thomas, and we just sort of clicked, and then he met Cassidy and they clicked, so him and his boyfriend Teddy are some of our couple-friends.”

“Teddy is a bodybuilder,” Cassidy said. “Like the total opposite build of Thomas. Oh, and the whole Thomas thing is a hoot of a story too, but he tells it way better than I could so just wait ‘till we have him over sometime when you’re with us permanently.”

We were interrupted from going any further by our waiter showing up at our table and apologising for keeping us waiting.

Chapter 363

“Why do I feel so full?” Cattie groaned and then chuckled. “The portions were so small, but there were so many of them.”

The tasting menu had been delicious as usual. She was right though - the portions were small, and other than the first time at a place I usually preferred ordering off the menu so I got more of what I wanted and not a bunch of things to try and go ‘Hm, interesting!’

Our last plates had been cleared and the Maitre D’ had come by and poured us each a little glass of dessert wine, making idle chit-chat just like he did at every other table. Of course, every other table didn’t get the dessert wine - it was likely something that had been ordered for a special recipe or something at one of the restaurants in the Sahara and they had a third of a case left over in the back of a storage room somewhere. The perfect thing to break out once in a while for ‘friends, knowing you were likely to get the same treatment when you were hosted by them - as long as you didn’t abuse the privilege, at least.

“I’m still floating after that prime rib,” Cass said, blinking and shaking her head slightly as she leaned back in her chair and idly swirled the honey-gold liquid in her glass. “That wine reduction might have gotten me high.”

“Definitely dangerously good,” I agreed.

“So how’s the date so far, babe?” Cass asked Cattie with a grin. “Living up to the hype?”

Cattie grinned. “So far? Well, there’s been less canoodling than I expected but I guess that comes later. Otherwise, it’s been…” She stopped and took a breath, clearly doing some wordsmithing in her head before she finally focused on me. “It’s the best date I’ve ever been on, and you could bring me to McDonald’s tomorrow and I’d be happy, Tiger.”

“Well, it’ll be a different vibe tomorrow,” I promised her. “But definitely not McDonald’s. I need to spoil my delightful, funny, sexy, absolutely lovable girlfriend.”

Her smile was pure bliss, but as we looked at each other it dropped a bit and I was surprised when a tear suddenly spilled from one eye.

“Babe?” Cass asked in concern, grabbing her hand.

“Shit,” Cattie muttered, grabbing her napkin and dabbing the eyeliner-stained drop from her cheek. “It’s nothing.”

“Obviously not,” I said. I was already holding her hand across the table and I gave her a squeeze of encouragement.

“I’m just… overwhelmed. By how good this all is, and how bad…” she stopped, shaking her head. Then she squeezed my hand back and stood up. “Just give me a minute, OK?”

“Do you want me to come?” Cass asked, half-standing and still frowning slightly.

“No, babe, no,” Cattie said, leaning over and giving her a kiss on the cheek before circling around the table and hugging me from behind. “I’m fine. I just need a minute by myself, OK? To clear my head and fix my makeup.”

“OK,” I said, rubbing her arms as she hugged me, then she pulled away and headed towards the washrooms.

Cassidy watched her go, concern still written across her features, but a beat after Cattie had disappeared around a corner, Cass snorted.

“What?” I asked, seeing that little smirk that said ‘trouble.’

“What if that was just an act so she could go drop a giant shit without you knowing?”

“Cass,” I grunted in shock, trying not to laugh.

“Or maybe just fart. Like, we’ve been comfortable with farting for forever, but she’s not farting in front of you yet,” Cassidy snickered. “What if she just gets in there, the door shuts, and she just lets it rip? And then she makes eye contact with some woman who is washing her hands and is like ‘First date’ with a shrug, and the woman is like, ‘Yeah, I’ve been there.’”

I was almost choking on my laughter, trying not to let it out. “Is that something that women do?”

Cassidy shrugged, grinning teasingly, and then sighed and shook her head.

“How are you?” I asked.

“Fucking good,” she answered immediately, not breaking eye contact with me. “You?”

“Awe-struck a little, still,” I said. “Very aware of how unearthly lucky I look, and I sort of feel.”

“But you still know why,” Cass nodded.

“I still know why,” I sighed in agreement. None of this was what we’d wanted, where we’d been going. Especially me. And it hadn’t happened entirely by accident.

We really needed some therapy, and I really hoped we weren’t going to have to shop around too much to find someone that worked for us.

“I love you,” Cass said softly, reaching over and putting her hand on mine.

“I love you too, baby,” I said, turning my hand over to link fingers with her as we looked at each other. Then I sighed again and shook my head. “Can I ask you to do something tomorrow while Cattie and I are on our date?”

“Anything,” she said and I knew she meant it.

“We’re not going to have any real alone time to talk about… it,” I said, and the look in her eye told me she understood I meant the App. “Not before you and Cattie need to fly out. Could you please just, like, write out everything on a notepad for me?”

“Like, all the info and stuff?” she asked.

“Like everything,” I said. “I need to try and wrap my head around it. Literally draw out and label all the UI and where it goes, if you can. Visualising it might help me understand it better.”

“I’ll try,” she promised. “I just don’t know if it’ll work. I’ve never tried drawing it before but the magic-”

“I know,” I said. “I know. But we might as well try.”

“How much info do you want on people?” she asked, a little cryptic but I understood her.

“All the perks you’ve bought for you, or me, or anyone else. The exact wording and who has them. And… the stats for all the girls. And anyone else you think would be relevant to give me examples of other stuff that doesn’t come up with them.”

“OK,” Cass nodded. “I can do that. Just- remember that stats will be about me and how they relate to me, not about you.”

“I know, baby,” I said. “I don’t need to know how they feel about me; I’ve lived this long knowing you loved me without any reassurance from technology or magic. I can live without knowing about them, too, and take them at their word.”

“I’m sorry,” she said, her lower lip quivering.

“I know,” I said. “I know, Cassidy. I didn’t mean to make it sound like I was-”

“I know,” she shook her head, then sniffed and quickly ran a finger under both of her eyes to keep from crying. “I know you didn’t mean it as an attack. It’s just… the way it is. Is there anything else you want me to try and do with it?”

“That’s it for now,” I said. “Once I can sit down and look at it and wrap my head around it better, then I’ll probably have more questions.”

She nodded and then straightened in her seat, and a moment later I realised Cattie must have been coming back from back over my shoulder. I quickly stood and pulled her chair out for her, and she paused to kiss me lightly on the lips before letting me help her sit.

“What did I miss?” she asked as soon as she saw the look on Cass’s face.

“Nothing,” Cassidy assured her.

“Well, that’s not true,” Cattie said bluntly and then looked at me. “What happened?”

“Just us marvelling at how amazing it is to have you in our lives, mixed with the sourness of how we ended up in a position for it to happen,” I said, giving her as much of the truth as I could. “Neither of us regrets anything with you, Catherine, and God do I love the everloving fucking out of you. But Cass and I…”

“We still need that therapy,” Cass finished for me.

Cattie nodded, giving us a serious look, and then tilted her head and looked at Cass intently. “Do you need him to yourself tonight?”

“No,” Cass said quickly. “God, no. There’s no way I’m taking away a night you could have with him.”

“That’s not what I asked, Cass,” Cattie sighed.

“In the future, yes, I’ll want nights alone with my Tiger,” Cass said earnestly. “But this, what we were just talking about? Not something that pulls a priority moment. I’m going to absolutely love whatever happens tonight, and unless Robbie wants you to himself then I’ll love falling asleep with you on the other side of him, too.”

“Is it weird that I kinda love having you on the other side of him, too?” Cattie grinned. “Like, I love a good snuggle. And you give great snuggle, Robbie. But reaching over and just being able to grab your hand and share that moment with you is surreal and so good, Cass.”

“Love you, Bestie,” Cass grinned.

“Love you too, Bestie,” Cattie grinned back. Then she sniffed in a breath and blinked, looking up. “OK, now I need to try not to cry again. Fuck you guys and making me so emotional.” She laughed.

We laughed with her, and I sipped my dessert wine and found it was almost gone so I drained the last of it. The sweet alcohol burned a little going down, and I felt a little like that was how my life was right now. Sweet and intoxicating and really, really good, but with a little burning reminder that not all was right.

Chapter 364

We walked back up the Strip, enjoying the lights in the late summer evening as the splash of blues and oranges of the sunset gave us a backdrop. The crowds around the Bellagio fountains were brutal, and our feet were starting to kill us a little, so we avoided it even though it was an iconic Las Vegas attraction.

As we got to my truck in public parking Cattie blushed like crazy when Cass asked her out of nowhere about if she’d gone to the washroom to fart and not to fix her makeup. She denied it, and I believed her… mostly. The amount of denial might have been a little too much.

At Cassidy’s insistence, we took the long, scenic route home - which was driving the Strip instead of avoiding it for the back roads. Night was settling in as we pulled onto the chaotic, brightly lit street and Las Vegas was in full glamour for the girls as I focused on the road and the other drivers who were getting distracted. 

Once we’d driven the length of everything worth seeing, Cass had another suggestion - instead of going home, we should go play mini putt. It wasn’t that late, and Cattie agreed, so we went to the one that was up in the north end that wasn’t a full tourist trap - everything in Vegas was designed with tourists at least a little in mind and the mini putt place was a case in point with the slot machines in the shack where we paid and got our putters and balls.

Considering it was a Monday night, the place was pretty quiet. One teenage couple was almost finished their time, and an older man with his son who had an annoyingly piercing scream whenever he got a ball in the hole, were the only folks around.

That didn’t stop the girls from conspiring as we played and joked around, and when we were in the back corner of the fenced lot on hole seven Cass called my name while I was lining up my putt.

They were standing side by side, both posing casually like they were models for a department store catalogue or something as they looked off into the middle distance. Catalogue models didn’t generally have their tits out though.

“You do know there’s a security camera behind me, right?” I asked them.

That had them both jumping to cover themselves, and I had to laugh when they started looking for the camera because I’d made it up. That earned me some teasing, evil looks and for the rest of our time there was a lot more surreptitious grabass - and almost none of it was caused by me. They tried to distract me on practically every shot; grabbing my ass, rubbing on me with their chests or butts. Giving me sexy eyes while licking their lips. At one point, when she double-checked that no one was around but us, Cattie even pulled her panties down from under her skirt and pressed them to my nose before slipping them into my pocket while I was trying to take a shot.

Suffice it to say, I had a decent Front 9, but my score on the Back 9 was abysmal.

By the time we got home, we were all wound up, and I caught Cattie with her hand under her kilt as she sat in the back seat and teased herself. 

“Wait here,” Cass said once we were in the door, stopping me from following them up the stairs.

I growled playfully, making her grin, and Cattie bit her lower lip as she grinned as well.

“Tiger,” Cass asked me. “Will you please wait here while we get ready for you?”

“I’m gonna be honest, baby,” I said. “You two look absolutely ready for me already.”

“There’s always a little something more, Tiger,” Cattie said, leaning around Cass to plant a kiss on me with her black-painted lips.

“She’s not wrong,” Cassidy said. “And you deserve the whole shebang.”

“Fine,” I said with a playful whine. “I guess I’ll wait here.”

That got them both chuckling, and I got teased just a little bit more as they went up the stairs and Cattie flipped up the back of her skirt and showed off her naked ass and a peek at her pussy between her lovely thighs. Cassidy caught her doing that and laughed, giving her a smack on the booty, and then looking back down the stairs to make sure I was OK with it.

I smiled and nodded, assuring her that it was.

God, what did I do to deserve them both? What kind of karma had I racked up in a previous life to deserve them all?

“Maybe I was Ghandi or something,” I murmured, heading into the living room and sitting down to wait, pulling out my phone to shoot off some texts. The ones coming in had been light that evening, no doubt the girls had let everyone else know in their group chat that it was a date night. I had little doubt that they would let the group chat know it was sexy time, too.

I was proven right when Zenya sent me a picture of her topless, one of her boobs raised in her hand as she sucked on her own nipple and gave her phone camera a steaming look. ‘Have fun, hunk,’ she’d sent. ‘Can’t wait until I can join in.’

Taking a chance, I unzipped myself and took a picture of my hard cock and sent it back to her.

‘Fuck,’ she replied, with a bunch of heart-eyed emojis and water sprays, making me laugh.

I had time to wish all my other girlfriends (or whatever they were) other than Wanda good night before I got the call.

“We’re ready, Master,” Cattie said sweetly from the bannister at the top of the stairs. “Your sluts are very, very ready for you.”

Chapter 365

As I got dressed that morning I couldn’t help but let my eyes travel over the aftermath of what we’d done the night before.

The sheets on the bed might have been ruined. Not by the sex, at least directly, but because Cassidy and Cattie had put on fresh, bright red lipstick and it was smeared in multiple places as they’d buried their faces into the mattress or pillows. Two of my nicer ties were still dangling from the headboard, wrinkled and hopefully recoverable after Cattie had taught Cass and I how to tie her up safely, and then Cass had wanted a turn as well.

The lamp on Cass’s usual side of the bed was broken, knocked over in the heat of the moment. Her makeup desk was a mess, too, and the mirror there had a distinct body impression of Cattie’s tits and torso.

There was a can of whipped cream on the dresser that probably needed to be tossed after sitting out the rest of the night. The chocolate syrup wouldn’t have gone bad though, but it was going to be a bitch to try and clean the few spots it had dripped onto the carpet off of Cassidy when she’d started laughing too hard.

Cass was spread-eagle on the bed, one hand thrown over her face, completely naked and still asleep. Most days she was up when I was to wish me off for work, even after a night of drinking. A night of sex like that, though, could knock her out until mid-morning.

“Morning, Master,” Cattie murmured to me with a drowsy smile as she reached out and teased my fingers with hers as she headed for the bathroom.

“Good morning, gorgeous,” I said quietly, grinning.

She must have caught a look at herself in the mirror because she barked a quiet laugh. “Not right now, I’m not,” she said.

To be fair, the ‘fucked hard and put away exhausted’ look was gorgeous to me when I knew I was the one who’d caused it.

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“So, I heard a rumour,” Dayana said as I knocked on her door and entered her office for our usual lunch meeting.

God damn it, Tommy, I thought. I knew if he opened his mouth Dayana would be one of the first to hear about Cattie, and I wasn’t sure I was ready to answer the inquisition that would be unleashed upon me with that particular news. I wasn’t going to make it easy on her though, so I raised an eyebrow as I sat down in front of her desk. “Oh, yeah? About what?”

“Word is, the Indefinite Comp woman has been married twice, and both of her husbands died,” Dayana said, making a face as she gave me the gossip.

Thank you, Tommy, I immediately repealed my mental cursing.

“So she’s a double widow?” I asked.

“That’s what I heard,” Dayana shrugged. She had the sleeves of her silky button-down blouse rolled up, the pearl colour of it playing against her warm, caramel-coloured skin, and she crossed them like she had yesterday as she leaned back. Again I noticed how that sort of pushed her cleavage a bit more together and up, making it visible where usually it wasn’t.

Was that something she’d always done and I just didn’t notice it? Was it something she just did or was I right in thinking she was only doing it… here, in her office? With me. On purpose.

“So Rashid, the eldest son of a filthy rich Abu Dhabi businessman with royal connections, is engaged to marry a Russian double-widow who is almost definitely not a Muslim?” I asked.

“Yup,” Dayana said, raising her eyebrows and nodding. “The really wild part of the rumour is that she was married to a couple different filthy rich Russian oligarchs and now she’s got part of both their fortunes, so she’s filthy rich too.”

“I could believe one, but two?” I wondered.

“I know, it’s a bit much,” she shrugged. “One does make sense for how she got her puta in front of Rashid, though. Must be one hot piece of ass.”

I snorted and shook my head at her crassness. “If she’s filthy rich all on her own, maybe she won’t be that awful of a Comp,” I said.

“Crapshoot,” Dayana pointed out.

“True,” I shrugged. Everyone said there were two kinds of rich people - rich people who wanted to flash around their money to prove they had it, and filthy rich people who didn’t need to flash it around. Those people didn’t know the third kind of Filthy Rich - the kind who hadn’t worked for any of it, weren’t likely to run out of it, and thought the world was designed as their personal playground. Most of the time they were kids set up to inherit immense fortunes that could buy and trade small countries, like Rashid’s younger brother Hamad. Other times it was the wives or girlfriends of the filthy rich.

And unless there was a whisper campaign about them, you never knew what you were going to get until they were a problem dropped right in your lap.

“So, in other news, I saw you walking in this morning,” Dayana said. “You were grinning like an absolute idiot. You and Cassidy didn’t get enough of each other and you got laid last night, too? You know it’s not fair to rub it in with that big, dopey grin of yours when some of us aren’t getting any.”

I coughed and choked on my own spit, making her laugh.

She had no fucking idea.