shower with her new friend close on her heels. Three other women followed, each of them a different color, and covered head to toe with a similar thick paste.
“I don’t know which of us looks worst.” Emma glanced from woman to woman with a critical eye.
“I hope they don’t have security cameras getting shots of my naked ass,” a dark-haired woman said.
Emma blinked. “Do you think anyone will recognize it in purple?”
They glanced from one to the other then burst into shrieks of laughter.
“Last one to wash off is a rotten egg,” one said.
“You already look like a rotten egg,” Emma quipped.
As one, they made for the shower door with good-natured pushing, breasts and butts jostling amid lots of laughter.
Ten minutes later, they were clean and ready for the next part of their treatments.
“How about we meet up at the bar afterward?” the ex-purple woman suggested.
“Good idea,” Emma said. It would give her a chance to ask questions. “I want to see how we all turn out,” she added with a conspiratorial grin.
“Make it the poolside bar,” another suggested, “and we can watch the sunset.”
Two hours later, Emma walked into the poolside bar. She had no trouble spotting the women. Raising her hand in greeting, she ambled over to the bar and waited for the barman to finish with his current customer.
Her gaze wandered the proximity before settling back on the barman. With his blond surfer-boy looks, he was easy on the eye. His blue resort shirt stretched over muscular shoulders, the tight sleeves highlighting a set of well-developed biceps. Emma frowned.
“Would you like me to suggest a cocktail?” the barman asked in a husky voice. “Can’t have a pretty lady getting frown lines.”
Emma started and gave a self-conscious laugh. “I was miles away. What would you suggest?”
“How about the house special cocktail? Good for whatever ails you. Tastes good, too.”
“Sure.” Emma watched his deft movements as he sliced an orange. “Do you enjoy working here? Are you allowed to use the facilities on your days off?”
“I use the gym,” the barman said as he competently measured and mixed a cocktail for her. “The job suits me. Everyone’s happy. Lots of people wanting fun.”
Woman throwing themselves at him, she translated as she intercepted the avid gaze of an attractive brunette at the other end of the bar. “Maybe you can give me some quick advice—if you do weights that is.”
“I enter Ironman contests. I’ve lifted my share of weights.”
“What’s your name? Have you placed in any of the local competitions?”
“I came second in the Taupo Ironman.”
Emma oohed and ahhed and fluttered her lashes. She leaned over the bar to stroke her fingers across his forearm. “Wonderful. If I wanted to train for a bodybuilding contest, who should I talk to at the gym? Just for some initial pointers. I’ve been thinking about it for a long time now. No time like the present.”
“Max is the one you need to see,” the barman said without hesitation. “He’s an ex-bodybuilder and knows everything that’s worth knowing.”
“Thanks. I’ll check it out first thing tomorrow morning. Nice to chat with you.” She paid for her cocktail and wandered over to the group of women by the pool.
“Hello.” Emma pulled out a chair and sat.
“We’re going to play strip poker. Want to join us?”
Emma hesitated before deciding it would be a good opportunity to get to know the women. It was possible one of them had info or had seen something that would help in their investigation. She’d slip her questions into the general conversation. “Okay, but you’ll have to show me how to play.”
“Oh, good.” One of the women rubbed her hands together and grinned wickedly. “A rookie to fleece. Deal up.”
* * * * *
Jack checked their accommodation, but Emma wasn’t there. Since he couldn’t hear any vibrations from behind the mirror, he took the opportunity to search for
“I don’t know which of us looks worst.” Emma glanced from woman to woman with a critical eye.
“I hope they don’t have security cameras getting shots of my naked ass,” a dark-haired woman said.
Emma blinked. “Do you think anyone will recognize it in purple?”
They glanced from one to the other then burst into shrieks of laughter.
“Last one to wash off is a rotten egg,” one said.
“You already look like a rotten egg,” Emma quipped.
As one, they made for the shower door with good-natured pushing, breasts and butts jostling amid lots of laughter.
Ten minutes later, they were clean and ready for the next part of their treatments.
“How about we meet up at the bar afterward?” the ex-purple woman suggested.
“Good idea,” Emma said. It would give her a chance to ask questions. “I want to see how we all turn out,” she added with a conspiratorial grin.
“Make it the poolside bar,” another suggested, “and we can watch the sunset.”
Two hours later, Emma walked into the poolside bar. She had no trouble spotting the women. Raising her hand in greeting, she ambled over to the bar and waited for the barman to finish with his current customer.
Her gaze wandered the proximity before settling back on the barman. With his blond surfer-boy looks, he was easy on the eye. His blue resort shirt stretched over muscular shoulders, the tight sleeves highlighting a set of well-developed biceps. Emma frowned.
“Would you like me to suggest a cocktail?” the barman asked in a husky voice. “Can’t have a pretty lady getting frown lines.”
Emma started and gave a self-conscious laugh. “I was miles away. What would you suggest?”
“How about the house special cocktail? Good for whatever ails you. Tastes good, too.”
“Sure.” Emma watched his deft movements as he sliced an orange. “Do you enjoy working here? Are you allowed to use the facilities on your days off?”
“I use the gym,” the barman said as he competently measured and mixed a cocktail for her. “The job suits me. Everyone’s happy. Lots of people wanting fun.”
Woman throwing themselves at him, she translated as she intercepted the avid gaze of an attractive brunette at the other end of the bar. “Maybe you can give me some quick advice—if you do weights that is.”
“I enter Ironman contests. I’ve lifted my share of weights.”
“What’s your name? Have you placed in any of the local competitions?”
“I came second in the Taupo Ironman.”
Emma oohed and ahhed and fluttered her lashes. She leaned over the bar to stroke her fingers across his forearm. “Wonderful. If I wanted to train for a bodybuilding contest, who should I talk to at the gym? Just for some initial pointers. I’ve been thinking about it for a long time now. No time like the present.”
“Max is the one you need to see,” the barman said without hesitation. “He’s an ex-bodybuilder and knows everything that’s worth knowing.”
“Thanks. I’ll check it out first thing tomorrow morning. Nice to chat with you.” She paid for her cocktail and wandered over to the group of women by the pool.
“Hello.” Emma pulled out a chair and sat.
“We’re going to play strip poker. Want to join us?”
Emma hesitated before deciding it would be a good opportunity to get to know the women. It was possible one of them had info or had seen something that would help in their investigation. She’d slip her questions into the general conversation. “Okay, but you’ll have to show me how to play.”
“Oh, good.” One of the women rubbed her hands together and grinned wickedly. “A rookie to fleece. Deal up.”
* * * * *
Jack checked their accommodation, but Emma wasn’t there. Since he couldn’t hear any vibrations from behind the mirror, he took the opportunity to search for
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