“What a fucking douchebag,” the brunette called Julietta muttered. Kyle did the only thing he could think of to remedy the situation. He tipped over Ed’s inflatable, dumping him sideways into the river.

Thankfully the girls all laughed as he came up spluttering and the tension was eased. Over the next couple of hours they hung out with the girls, Kyle mostly chatting to Julietta, Casey to Margarita, while Ed tried unsuccessfully to get chatting with Shanice and Jessica, much to everyone’s amusement.

With it being late in the afternoon though, the girls announced they had to head off.

“You guys want to meet up tonight at a party we’re going to? It’ll be around midnight, if that’s not too late,” Julietta said, placing her hand on Kyle’s arm.

“I think we should be out partying by then,” He grinned. “Where about?”

“Meet us in Club Boca. Know where that is?”

“Sure,” He nodded. “We passed it last night. You want to give me your number?”

She shook her head, but smiled. “I wouldn’t hear my phone anyway. Maybe later,” She said, winking.

“I’ll look forward to it,” Kyle replied.

As the girls got out at the steps, Kyle casually back-paddled his inflatable, watching as they got out the water. Jessica was the first out, a thin blonde with a black one-piece making her skin look very pale. Second out was Shanice, a black curvy girl with a dazzling smile and nice hips, followed by Margarita, the most tanned of the group.

Kyle smiled, knowing why Casey had hit on her. She had by far the nicest body of the group and was the tallest by a couple of inches. Long dark hair tied in a ponytail, a black bikini, tight and firm all over, and an ass that reminded him of Jennifer Lopez.

Last out was Julietta, the girl he’d spent the last couple of hours chatting with. Her multi-coloured one-piece was slashed red and gold and showed her off quite nicely. She was average height, and pretty much average build. Nice ass, bit of a nice cleavage, nice legs.

Despite there being nothing outstanding about her, Kyle found her the most attractive of the four.

Julietta turned and waved to Kyle. “Remember. Midnight.”

“We’ll be there,” He waved back.

“Feel free to forget the douchebag,” She called as she disappeared.

“The douchebag will be coming,” Ed shouted loud enough for half the park to hear. Realising everyone was looking at him, he muttered,”Shit,” then tipped himself into the water.

“Come on!”

“He’s got the bit between his teeth on this one,” Casey admitted.

“I know,” Kyle grunted. Ed had been going at them non-stop for the last hour about hitting a strip club, but Kyle and Casey were reluctant.. It wasn’t that Kyle was against looking at naked women writhing all over him, but it was the amount of money they’d spend.

Three times in the past couple of years the three of them had gone to strip-bars and each time Kyle and Casey had spent over two hundred bucks each, while Ed had spent everything he had, and ended up relying on his friends to get him home again afterwards. Given they were planning on hitting the clubs to meet up with the girls later, Kyle and Casey were reluctant to let Ed loose or they’d end up paying for him all night.

“It’ll be fun, fuckers. Come on,” Ed repeated. “We’ll see some tits, some hot ass, some wet pussy. Maybe even get a couple of girls to give us a private show, know what I mean?” He winked.

Kyle knew what he meant. He meant that Ed would chip in his last twenty bucks and Kyle and Casey would have to put in a hundred each so that the three of them could sit there and feel awkward watching two chicks play with each other for a couple of minutes. Then they wouldn’t have enough money to do anything else.

“Ed, we can visit strip clubs back home. I want to get laid, and that doesn’t happen with strippers,” Kyle pointed out. “I want to meet the girls later.”

“Yeah,” Cased added. “You can’t control yourself in these places man.”

“Alright fuckers, what do I need to do to convince you not to be lame-ass cunts and go?” Ed said quickly, his gaze darting between his two friends. Kyle could see how eager he was.

“How much money have you got left, Ed?” Kyle asked.

“Two hundred and four bucks. We fucking leave tomorrow, guys. Pickup at ten past eleven,” Ed said. “Come on, let’s jjust go nuts, party like mother-fuckers and leave it all out there.”

“I’ll go if you give me one hundred and four bucks to keep for you until after we leave the strip club,” Casey said after a moment.

“What? No fucking way, cocksucker,” Ed blurted. “That’s my cash.”

“Yeah, but Casey’s got a point,” Kyle argued quickly. “It’s gonna cost us at least twenty bucks to get into the club, plus drinks and then a cab back here. Throw in some food tomorrow. You can’t afford to spend more than a hundred in a strip bar.”

“Hundred and four bucks,” Casey said, holding out his hand.

“No fucking way,” Ed said. “Stop being such a bunch of fucking cockblockers.”

“Yeah, I’m not going unless you give the cash to Casey either,” Kyle said, crossing his arms.

“Or you can go out yourself, go to the stripclub on your own, and then wait for us to get in, but we’re not giving you any cash at all.