Chapter 229

The convoy drove through the island. The sun was setting. Louis glanced at Maeve. “We should go to Santa Monica, the beach on this island faces east, we won’t get a sunset.”

Maeve nodded. “Alright. Let’s go to LA.”

Louis spoke into the driver’s compartment. “Change of plan. We are going to the airport.”

“Yes, sir,” the driver said.

They reached the airport in a few minutes. Another Olympus P26 was waiting for them, its rotors already spinning. They boarded the helicopter and took off, flying north over the Pacific. The sky was a mix of orange and pink. The ocean reflected the colors.

“It’s beautiful,” Donya said, looking out the window.

“It is,” Louis said. “I’m glad we’re back.”

Cherish looked at him. “I’m glad we’re back too. But I’m also glad we went to Santa Catalina. I learned a lot today. It’s not what I expected.”

“What did you expect, Cherry?” Angelique asked.

“I don’t know. More darkness. More violence. And more suffering,” Cherish said. “But it’s not like that. It’s orderly. And they are trying to help people. Even if it’s a bit strange. I mean, having a camera in the toilet?”

“I am with you on that one, Cherry,” Willa said, leaning back. “That’s a violation of human dignity. Even for inmates.”

“I think it’s necessary, Willa. They are criminals. They lost their dignity when they broke the law,” Angelique said. “That’s the social contract of the Dominion.”

“I don’t believe in a social contract that strips people of their fundamental rights, Angi. Even if they have committed a crime,” Willa said. “It’s a slippery slope. Today, it’s the toilets of the inmates. Tomorrow, it’s the toilets of everyone.”

“I see your point, Willa. But I won’t let it slide to the citizens of the Dominion,” Louis said. “Neither will my father.”

“But you won’t be in power forever, Louis. And neither will your father,” Willa said.

“Maybe, but that’s a problem for the future,” Louis said. “We will deal with it when it comes.”

“I’m not a big fan of this future,” Willa sighed.

“Then you can be part of the team that will shape it,” Louis said, winking at her.

Willa raised an eyebrow. “I might. If you let me.”

“I always let you, Willa. I love you,” Louis said. “Your opinions matter to me. Even if I don’t always agree with them.”

Willa smiled faintly. “I know.”

The helicopter landed on a helipad near the beach in Santa Monica. Naked people were everywhere. Some were swimming in the ocean or playing volleyball. Others were having sex on towels.

“Welcome to Santa Monica,” Louis said, getting out. “The clothing is optional. I should have told you earlier.”

Cherish’s cheeks turned pink. She looked away. “Oh my God.”

“It’s fine, Cherry. We can just have a walk and enjoy the sunset,” Louis said. “But I am going to get naked. It’s been too long since I came here.”

Gladice laughed. “Good for you, Louis. I’m in too.”

“Where can we put our clothes?” Donya asked.

“There is a public changing room right over there,” Louis said, pointing to a building where two Metropolitan Police officers were standing. “Let’s go.”

They walked to the building. The officers looked at them, surprised.

“Mr. Collins. Ladies,” one of them said. “We didn’t know you were coming.”

“Surprise inspection,” Louis said. “Is everything in order here, officer?”

“Yes, sir. Everything is fine,” the officer said, gesturing to the changing room. “Please, come in.”

They went inside. It was divided into dozens of private stalls. Louis led them to a door that said “family room” and opened it. It was a spacious room with several lockers, showers and a large mirror. “We can use this.”

“Are there any cameras in here?” Willa asked.

“No, Willa. This is not a prison. And we are not the inmates,” Louis said, smiling.

“That’s a relief.”

“Good,” Gladice said, taking off her dress. She was wearing a black lace thong and a matching bra. She unhooked her bra and took off her thong, putting them in a locker. She stretched. “Freedom!”

Donya hesitated. “Do we have swimwear? I didn’t bring any.”

A knock came from the door. “Mr. Collins. We have a delivery from the Presidential Mansion for you and your family. We left it outside.”

“Thank you,” Louis said, opening the door and bringing in a few bags. He opened them and found swimsuits for the women. “Here you go.”

“Thank you, Louis,” Donya said, taking a green one-piece. “This is very thoughtful.”

“Of course, Donya. I want you to be comfortable,” Louis said.

He undressed, folding his clothes and putting them in a locker. His cock was already hardening from the sight of the women undressing. Angelique looked at him and smiled. She was already naked. “I see someone’s eager.”

“I am,” Louis said, walking to her. He took her in his arms and kissed her. Her skin was warm and smooth against his. He could feel her nipples hardening against his chest. He reached down and cupped her ass, pulling her closer.

“Let’s save it for later, my love. Or we will miss the sunset,” Angelique said, breaking the kiss. She grabbed his cock and gave it a gentle squeeze.

Louis groaned. “Angi, you’re killing me.”

Angelique laughed. “I know. That’s the fun part.”

She let him go. Louis turned and watched the other women. Willa was naked now, her pale skin glowing in the soft light. She looked at Louis, a small smile on her face. “What are you looking at, Mr. Collins?”

“You,” Louis said. His cock twitched. “Are you going to be naked too?”

“Why not?” Willa said, her tone casual. “When in Rome, do as the Romans do.”

“Or when in Santa Monica, do as the Collinses do,” Gladice said, grinning.

Savannah had stripped naked too. Before Louis could linger his eyes on her body longer, she put on an orange bikini. “I’m keeping this on. I’m not getting sand in my ass.”

“Your loss, Savvy,” Gladice said, smirking. “You look like an inmate from Santa Catalina.”

“Funny, Glads. Really funny,” Savannah said, rolling her eyes.

Donya and Cherish’s naked bodies made Louis’s cock ache. Donya’s breasts were the largest among them. Louis stared at them until she quickly put on her one-piece. He then turned to Cherish, whose fair skin and pink nipples made him want to lay her down right there. She turned away and put on her swimsuit too.

Maeve was naked too. She looked at Louis and winked. “I want to be naked, for now.”

“You can do whatever you want, Mae-Mae,” Louis said.

Donya looked at him, her cheeks flushed. “Louis, what if someone takes photos of us? They are everywhere.”

“They wouldn’t, Donya. Taking photos of people without consent is a serious crime here. The police are very strict about it,” Angelique said, taking her hand. “You are safe with us.”

“I know,” Donya said, taking a deep breath. “What if they use a camera lens from a far distance?”

“Then they’d better keep those photos to themselves.” Louis shrugged. “Or they will have a long vacation in Santa Catalina.”

“I will break their camera and their arms if I see them,” Maeve said.

“I’m sure you will, Mae-Mae,” Angelique said, smiling. “Now, let’s go. The sun is waiting.”

They walked out of the changing room. Louis felt a sense of liberation as the evening breeze caressed his naked skin. His cock was still semi-hard, bouncing slightly as he walked. The police officers nodded to them respectfully. A few passersby glanced at them, some with curiosity, some with admiration. One of them, a muscular man with a beard, gave Louis a thumbs-up. “You are a lucky man, Louis!”

Louis saluted him back lazily and led the women onto the sand. The warm, soft sand felt good between his toes. The waves were gentle, rolling onto the shore with a soothing rhythm. The sun was still hanging above the horizon. A reserved area with eight lounge chairs and a small table had been prepared for them, complete with a cooler filled with drinks and snacks and a tray of skincare products.

“Wow. This is nice,” Donya said, looking around.

“We always get the best service here,” Louis said, taking a seat on one of the lounge chairs.

Maeve ran towards the water. “Last one in the ocean is a rotten egg!” She dove into a wave and disappeared.

Gladice laughed. “You’re on!” She ran after her and jumped into the ocean.

“What a view,” Willa said, looking at the two naked women playing in the water. “It’s almost worth losing your privacy for this.”

“You will get used to it, Willa,” Angelique said, sitting next to Louis. “It’s one of the best things about the Dominion.” She began to apply sunscreen on her arms and legs.

“You are very tan, Angi,” Cherish said, sitting down on a lounge chair next to Angelique’s.

“My family was from Navarre, a very sunny place. It’s in my blood,” Angelique said, smiling at Cherish.

“And you are very fair, Cherry. You should put on some sunscreen too. We don’t want you to get burned,” Louis said, taking a bottle of sunscreen and squeezing some onto his palm. “Come here.”

Cherish stood up and walked to Louis. Louis turned her around and gently applied the sunscreen on her back. Her skin was soft and smooth, and she smelled like vanilla. His cock hardened as he touched her.

“Louis, there are other people here.” Cherish whispered, her back arching slightly.

“I don’t care. You’re beautiful, Cherry,” Louis said, his hands moving lower. He squeezed her ass. “So beautiful.”

Cherish turned around and looked at him, her cheeks flushed. “You’re making me horny again, Louis.”

“Good,” Louis said, winking at her. “That’s the idea.”

“You are such a bad boy.” Cherish shook her head and sat back down.

Donya took a sip of her soda. “So what’s the plan for tomorrow, Louis? Are we going to Vegas?”

“Yes. We are,” Louis said, leaning back. “We will fly there in the morning and meet Uncle Edwin.”

“Who’s Edwin?” Savannah asked.

“Edwin is the President of Nevada, Savvy,” Angelique said. “A close friend of our families. He’s very generous with his casinos and women.”

“Is he married?” Donya asked.

“Yes, but his wife and daughter live in Portland most of the time. His daughter Holly is in the same school as Charles,” Angelique said. “She’s a sweet girl.”

“That’s complicated,” Donya said.

“Not really.” Louis shrugged. “Nevada is our client state. They depend on us for everything. So they are very cooperative. Just don’t say it in front of Uncle Edwin. He has a big ego.”

“I’ll try to remember,” Donya said. “What do you think this Vanir Entertainment is?”

“I’m not sure. We will work with the Dominion Guard to track it down,” Louis said. “It could be a shell company for the PLF. Or for Lumen Path.”

“Or for both,” Savannah said. “They might be working together.”

“It’s possible,” Louis said. “Let’s wait for the Prophet King’s intelligence of the PLF. He promised to send it to us.”

“It would be useful. If it’s reliable,” Willa said. “Why are we still talking about work while we’re naked? I thought we came here to relax.”

“Willa’s right,” Angelique said. “Let’s just enjoy the sunset.”

Gladice and Maeve ran out of the water, laughing, and grabbed their drinks. Their naked bodies glistened in the dying light.

“You two are very energetic,” Willa said, looking at them.

“It’s the ocean, Willa. It makes you feel alive,” Maeve said, taking a sip of her beer.

“And horny,” Gladice said, winking at Louis. “It’s a great combination. Let’s fuck right here on the beach. Right now.”

Savannah sighed. “Glads, we are in a public place.”

A woman’s high-pitched moan came from a distance. “Oh my God!”

Louis turned. A couple was having sex on a towel. The woman was riding the man, her breasts bouncing.

“Well, at least we have some company,” Gladice said, laughing. “Let’s join them.”

“We are not joining them, Glads,” Angelique said. “We don’t have sex with strangers. Remember our rules?”

“Right. No sex outside the family,” Gladice said, shrugging. “But we can still have sex with each other. Right here.”

Louis looked at her. His cock was fully hard now. “Come and ride me then, Gladie.”

Gladice smiled. “With pleasure.” She walked to him and straddled him, her knees on the lounge chair. Then she started to grind her pussy against his cock. She was already wet.

“That’s more like it,” Louis groaned, putting his hands on her waist. He wanted her so badly.

“Not yet, lover boy. Not yet,” Gladice said, teasing him, continuing her slow grind.

Louis looked at the other women. Willa was watching them, her hand moving between her legs. Angelique was rubbing sunscreen on her breasts, her nipples erect. Donya and Cherish were blushing, pretending to watch the sunset but sneaking glances. Savannah looked annoyed but her breathing was quick. Maeve was drinking beer, her eyes glued to them.

“Come here, Willa,” Louis said. “I want to taste you.” He adjusted the lounge chair until it was completely flat. Willa stood up, her cheeks flushed. She walked to him and straddled his face. He pulled her down, his tongue finding her clit.

“Oh, Louis,” Willa moaned, her hands on the back of the chair to steady herself.

Gladice stopped grinding. She raised herself up, guided Louis’s cock into her, and sank down. “Fuck. I missed this.”

Louis groaned into Willa’s pussy. He licked her clit faster, his tongue swirling around it. He could feel Gladice’s tight, wet heat around him as she started to ride him, her movements slow and deep at first, then faster and harder. Willa’s hips started to move too, rubbing against his face.

“Louis…” Willa moaned, her body tensing. He held her ass, pulling her closer, wanting to devour her completely. He stared at her pussy, her small clit, the wetness around it. He found it so beautiful. He felt his cock throb inside Gladice as Willa’s body tensed again. He licked her faster, wanting to make her come. He felt her legs tremble. Soon she came with a cry, her juices flooding his mouth. He drank them greedily. He loved the taste of her. He loved the way she lost control, the way she was no longer the cynical genius girl but just a woman drowning in pleasure. Willa slowly got off him, her legs still shaking, and sat down on her lounge chair, breathing heavily.

Louis pumped into Gladice a few more times and came with a groan, filling her with his cum.

Gladice collapsed on top of him, her face buried in his neck. “Damn, Louis. That was good.”

Louis wrapped his arms around her. “It was.” He looked at Angelique, who had been watching them, her legs crossed and her hand on her thigh. “Angi?”

Angelique smiled. “I prefer somewhere more private, my love. But I am glad you two had fun.”

Louis laughed. “Always so proper.”

“It’s called self-control, Louis. You should try it sometime,” Angelique said, her eyes twinkling.

Gladice kissed him before he could reply. He met her tongue with his. She tasted like beer. He felt her breasts against his chest. He reached down and squeezed her ass.

“I love you, Gladie,” Louis said. “You’re wild.”

“I love you too, Louis,” Gladice said. “Even though you’re a pervert.”

Louis smiled and shook his head. He looked around. Cherish and Donya had huddled together on one lounge chair, whispering and giggling. Savannah was playing her phone, she raised an eyebrow at him. “Having fun, Louis?”

“Always, Savvy,” he said, grinning. “You should try it.”

“Maybe later. Or not,” Savannah said, looking away. “I’m not in the mood.”

“Are you still worrying about your family?” Angelique asked.

Savannah looked at the ocean. “I am. I can’t help it.”

“Our men will get them out,” Louis said, getting up and walking to her. He sat down on the edge of her chair. “Even if we burn Atlanta to the ground.”

Savannah’s expression softened. “That’s a nice thought. But I hope it won’t come to that. I have a lot of good memories there. Even in the dark times.”

“I understand,” Louis said, holding her hand. “I just want you to be safe and happy.”

“I am, Louis. With you,” Savannah said. “But I still worry. That’s who I am.”

“I know,” Louis said. “Don’t say anything. Let me hold you.”

Louis adjusted himself and pulled her onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her waist. He kissed her neck. She leaned her head back against his shoulder. Her skin was warm. Her body was tense at first, then slowly relaxed into his embrace. He enjoyed the feeling of her body against his. He looked at the sinking sun and the sparkling ocean. The others had settled into a comfortable silence. Even the couple on the nearby towel had finished their business and were now cuddling. The sky turned into a deep orange, then a fiery red, then a soft purple. The last sliver of the sun disappeared below the horizon. Then the beach lights came on, and music started to play from a nearby bar.

“Do you know what I miss most about Atlanta, Louis?” Savannah asked, her voice soft.

“What, Savvy?”

“Midsummer night. The fireflies. My mother, father, Andre and Micah. We used to catch them in a jar, and my father would tell us stories. The world was still a shitty place, but we were a family. And we had our little moments of happiness,” Savannah said, her hand on Louis’s arm.

Louis held her tighter. “We will get them back, Savvy. I promise.”

“I know,” Savannah said, her voice breaking a little. “I just… I hate this waiting.”

“I know. I hate it too,” Louis said. He looked at her face. A single tear was rolling down her cheek. He wiped it with his thumb. “Let it out, Savvy. It’s okay.”

Savannah turned her face to his. “I’m not a crier. Not since I was a little girl.”

“Even tough girls cry, Savvy,” Louis said. “It doesn’t make you weak.”

Savannah looked at him for a long moment, her eyes searching his. Then tears started streaming down her face. She cried silently at first, then quiet sobs began to shake her body. Louis held her, letting her cry on his shoulder. He didn’t say anything. He just held her. He could feel the warmth of her tears on his skin. He could feel her body trembling against his. He kissed her hair, her cheek, her forehead.

“I’m here,” he whispered. “I’m here with you.”

She looked up at him, her face wet. “Kiss me, Louis.”

He leaned in and kissed her. Her lips were salty from her tears. He deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth. She responded slowly, her arms wrapping around his neck. He broke the kiss and looked at her. “Let’s get something to eat.”

Savannah nodded. “I’m hungry.”

Louis stood up, holding her hand. Two maids from the Presidential Mansion ran over, carrying towels, swimwear, and robes. “Mr. Collins, ladies.”

“Thank you,” Louis said, taking a robe and wrapping it around Savannah. He took another one for himself. The other naked women put on their swimwear, and then wrapped themselves in towels and robes too.

“How many servants are following you around at any given moment, Louis?” Willa asked, her tone dry.

“I don’t know. A few hundred? Maybe more,” Louis said. “They have several teams for different tasks.”

“It’s a bit excessive, don’t you think?” Willa said.

“It’s efficient, Willa. And it keeps the economy running,” Angelique said. “Most importantly, it keeps us comfortable.”

“And it keeps us from having to do any real work,” Gladice said, grinning. “I love it.”

“Let’s go to the restaurant. I’m starving,” Maeve said.

They walked along the beach, their robes billowing in the evening breeze.