Chapter 11

After the fun of the departure, the girls seemed to settle in a bit on both boats, breaking out the drinks and starting their sunbathing. I was content just driving, folding down the plexiglass at the front of the captain’s cabin and enjoying the breeze. Becca seemed to know where she was going, so I just followed a safe distance back and watched the scenery.

The lake wasn’t so active that I would have called it busy, but this close to the town of Page and the docks near there, I always had at least one other boat in my sightlines, and often three or four. And there were all sorts - speedboats burning through, sometimes pulling water skiers or tubes with whooping riders, trolling fishing boats, and other houseboats. At one point a half dozen jet ski’s skirted around us at high speeds, and I had to wonder if they were going to run into each other because they were moving so erratically.

About thirty minutes in, our big houseboats puttering along, a sleek and large white speedboat pulled up alongside us. ‘Police’ was branded in thick blue letters on each side, and with a glance I could see an array of spotlights and megaphones mounted to its utility bars. I waved, and the man driving the boat nodded with a frown in reply, then pulled ahead and seemed to check out the Singles’ Boat as well, before kicking up some spray as it pulled ahead and went off to some other part of the lake.

My reverie was broken by Cassidy calling to me. “Tiger, any chance you could come help me out here?”

I glanced back and she was holding our bottle of spray-on sunscreen. All of the women were currently laying out on the heavy chairs, chatting away as they sipped on their cocktails, while JC was trying out the hot tub with a beer in hand.

“Sure,” I said. “Hey, JC. Can you come take over?”

“Yeah, no prob,” JC said, and he sloshed his way out of the hot tub.

“Just finish the beer first,” I cautioned him. “Police already drove by us once, I think he was checking to see if the drivers were obviously drinking.”

“Noted,” JC said and drained his bottle. I was fairly certain it was his first, so I wasn’t worried about him being fit to drive.

“Thanks,” I said, and shifted to let him take the wheel.

I ducked out of the cabin and lowered my sunglasses. Wanda had done away with her sporty t-shirt now, showing off a small white bikini top that hugged her tits nicely - I had to guess that they were a little enhanced considering how perky they were with almost no support, though nothing like Heather’s. The taller woman was lounging back in one of the Adirondack chairs, having stripped off her long tank top to reveal what I could only rightfully think of as one size up from a micro bikini - the bottoms were little more than strings other than a sling of fabric between her muscled thighs, and the top had strings that wrapped around her chest bando-style, with small rectangular ‘cups’ that were barely managing to cover her areola.