Page 90 of Nobody's Girl

A pact was formed between the three men. An agreement that would mean some poor women might well become unsuspecting pawns in their little game. Griffin added a bit more detail to their bet.

“To make sure things are fair, I think one of us should choose for the other. Like I can pick who Ethan can go for; Phoenix can find me a woman; and Ethan can find one for Phoenix. We can make sure the women look like the type that’ll give us a good fight. It’s no fun if we all pick tramps.”

Nods had the other men agreeing to the terms, and Phoenix felt like he should add something to the arrangement as he said, “And if no one scores tonight, we keep playing the same women until one of us does score. You know, no trading out. I think that makes it more interesting, don’t you?”

Ethan raised one thick brow as he contemplated what Phoenix had come up with. “That might mean we have to spend some time in the same place. Let’s choose a place wisely.” He pulled out his cell and searched the names of places near Boston. When a particular word caught his attention, he said, “Middlesex County sounds fun.”

“It sure does,” Phoenix agreed.

“There’s a town called Ashby in that county,” Ethan added.

Griffin pulled his cell out of his jacket pocket and searched for places to stay while Phoenix took his phone out to find bars in the town. Ethan had chosen the town, so all three were active participants.

“There’s a quaint bed and breakfast that only has three bedrooms,” Griffin said. “It looks nice and homey. A great place to spend a night or two.” He turned the phone around to show the other two the pictures of the two-story home with white siding and yellow trim. Colorful flower gardens filled each side of a wide staircase that led up to a porch that looked as if it wrapped around one end of the large home.

“I like the looks of those rockers on the porch,” Phoenix said. “I think it looks cozy.”

“I’ll book it for a couple of nights,” Griffin said, then tapped away to set it up. “For the next couple of nights, O’Toole’s Bed and Breakfast will be our home away from home.”

“Why not make an Irish time of it?” Phoenix asked as he showed the others a picture of a pub he’d found. “Flannigan’s Pub and Grill sounds like an excellent place to catch women. There’ll be some food to keep us from getting wasted while we’re trolling for babes.”

Ethan clapped him on the back. “Irish! I love it! Let’s make a pact to try our best to pick an Irish lass for each one of us. I can tell you boys, they’re not so easy to get into the sack.”

“Sounds like you’ve had a few,” Griffin said with a chuckle.

“A couple,” Ethan admitted. “Our tempers never combined well, to be honest. But we’re not talking about finding wives now, are we?”

The three laughed and found the waiter bringing them mugs of cold beer. With a tap to each glass, they sealed their bet. The details were done; all that was left to do was get to Ashby and begin their adventure in sexual deviance.

“Wait a minute,” Phoenix said as another thing came to his mind. “We should set spending limits. As we all know, money can be a significant catalyst in drawing a woman to your bed. There should be a daily spending limit.”

“Daily?” Griffin asked. “Just how long do you expect this to go on? I’m quite adept at closing bedroom deals within the space of one night, Phoenix.”

“But we’re going to be choosing hard-to-get women,” Phoenix reminded him. “It could very well take a while. Even a few days. I don’t want one of us to go buy our woman a fancy car and get her that way. I think time and energy should be used, rather than tons of money.”

“Right ya are,” Ethan agreed. “I say none of us can spend more than 50,000 dollars a day.”

Griffin nodded, as if that wasn’t an extravagant amount of money. But Phoenix shook his head. “You two have always been rich. I haven’t. That’s an amount that’s much too high. A more realistic price is 500. It shows we have money, but we’re using our wits to make our woman feel special enough to let her guard down and give us what we want.”

“500 it is, then,” Ethan said, and Griffin nodded in agreement.

Griffin pulled a pen out of his pocket and grabbed a napkin off the table. “Now to get to know what each man likes in a woman. It wouldn’t be fair to saddle any one of us with a lady who’s not to our taste.”

“Right ya are,” Ethan said with a flourish of his hand. “I like the dainty type. Blonde, top of her head near my chest area. I like to be the beast to her beauty. It gives me the upper hand right from the start. Oh! And big boobs and an ass that won’t quit! Those are important too.”

“I like big boobs and asses too,” Phoenix agreed.

“Big assets all across the board. I like blondes too. But I like them tall, lithe, gazelle-like,” Griffin added as he wrote it all down.

“I like curvy women. Hair color isn’t an issue at all. I like them all. But curves are a must,” Phoenix said. “And I like them to be cute rather than gorgeous. Don’t ask me why. Perhaps it’s because I wasn’t born rich, but I don’t like women who demand upkeep.”

“I need to remind you,” Griffin said. “We’re not searching out wives. Just a quick piece of ass, then we’re out of there.”

The others nodded and took a drink to let that bit sink into their heads. This was not to be a love connection; this was a quick tryst and then on to other things.

Just how Julia had taught them to do.

Chapter 3