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The last time Lyss had ever been on a yacht, it had been one of the last few days she spent in Miami. It was a celebration. A huge deal that had just been cut and the money was all theirs. Except while her partners drank until they couldn’t remember who’d paid them in the first place, Lyss was plotting her escape from the black market. The perfect plan to take all of the money for herself and run.

Lyss thought over that night as the group arrived on Blake Schmidt’s way too fucking big yacht. For satan’s sake, who would need a boat this big? Schmidt must be compensating for [i]something[/i]. She stood with her hands on her hips as she listened to Madison run over the plan. While she wasn’t happy to wear a [url=https://img.ltwebstatic.com/images3_pi/2020/03/30/1585548511bc2e61b0aa5679dcedbb47bb2f2c4eaa_thumbnail_750x.jpg]swimsuit[/url] in front of Blake Schmidt, she wasn’t uncomfortable in her skin. She wore a pair of thick black sunglasses to hide her identity from any of the party goers.

They were supposed to split up. Madison took Claudette, and only Quinn and Maya were left. Three of them together would stick out too much. It would be easier if Lyss went on her own. Plus it wouldn’t leave Quinn or Maya by themselves. She looked at the two girls and nodded. [color=D3D3D3] “I’m going solo. If either of you find Blake first, don’t approach him. If he sees you, Maya, he’ll have security on our ass in an instant.”[/color] He’d definitely have security on a boat this big. [color=D3D3D3] “See you in a bit, ladies. Good luck.”[/color]

Lyss pulled her sunglasses down her nose and winked at them before she slipped off into the throng of bikini babes and waiters carrying drinks & horderves. On her way past a silver tray she grabbed a glass of champagne, sipping on its contents as she silently made her way through the crowd. Her eyes peered into the mess of drunk women. She was looking for one of the few men aboard. The rich douchebag that was probably already half wasted while he searched for the right sugar baby. He was probably wearing gucci sunglasses or louis v slides. Something small, but subtly expressing his wealth. As if the boat wasn’t big enough to show it.

Lyss made her way towards the back of the boat, where she could make her way towards the stairs. Was he lounging in the- holy shit this boat has a big ass pool. Or was he upstairs, sitting on a leather couch with a young woman in his lap? Perhaps he was at the helm of the ship, wearing the captain’s hat and smoking a cigar like a tool? She didn’t really care, but she was hoping to find him in one of the less crowded areas. Where she could pin him in place and wait for the other girls to find their way to him. Then they could give him something to fear about the extra-normal.