12. I'm going to go get the pilot

"Hi, nice to meet you," I said. "Wanda, sorry to hear your husband can't join us."

Wanda was a very pretty, all-American-looking blonde with straight hair down past her shoulders. She was wearing a sporty t-shirt that gave a glimpse at her moderate cleavage, and cotton shorts that showed off half of her astounding ass.

Of all the women in the group, hers stood out as particularly amazing - perfectly formed from what could only have been a childhood of gymnastics and dance, followed by years of a ton of squats.

"Thanks," she said. "Brodi was looking forward to this, but when opportunity knocks, right? It meant I had to fill his spot though, so I asked Baheela if she wanted to come and she agreed."

"Hey," Heels said. She was a little shorter than Wanda, and different in almost every way. She was darker-skinned, Pakistani if I were to guess to guess but maybe middle eastern, with super thick black hair and eyebrows and an almost gaunt-looking face except for her big eyes and full lips.

She was wearing a tie-dye summer dress and looked to have a small chest and ass. "I may not be the photographer that Brodi is, but I swear I'm a lot more fun to have around otherwise."

"Careful," Wanda laughed. "She'll drink you under the table if you give her the chance."

"Noted," I laughed, and turned down to Cassidy, still with my arm around her. "Everything good?"

She smiled up at me and nodded. "Perfect. I saw you being a gentleman, thanks for making a good impression for us."

"Happy to," I said, meaning it.

"Alright, alright, everyone! I need your attention," Becca shouted over the group. She was standing on a planter box that looked like it hadn't actually had a plant in it for a decade. "I've got just a few quick reminders and announcements..."

Becca gave her speech, welcoming everyone and then running into her announcements. A lot of it was just repeated information from the email blasts she'd been sending out for weeks ahead of time - things like reminders to check all photos before posting to social media and getting permission from others if they were in the picture, and making sure to make any content sharing deals in writing.

A few girls had apparently not been invited back from the previous year because they flaked on deals. There were also more housekeeping rules; we were all going to be roommates living in two floating apartments, so clean up after yourselves, be respectful. Remember that there are two men on the trip.

At that last one several of the girls, though I didn't notice who, let out little 'woo's!' and Becca rolled her eyes. "They are both in relationships, so keep your cooters in the Off position, ladies!"

This brought chuckles from most of the group. Cassidy, however, slipped her hand into mine and squeezed my fingers, and I looked down and she gave me that 'I told you so' look.

Becca went on with her announcements. "Alright, last two things. First, we have a more diverse crowd than last year in terms of what kind of content we all make. There will be no shaming of people for any kind of content they do, or don't make. Or for what sites they use! If I catch a whiff of that, not only will you not be back next year, but we will literally drop you back off here at the dock and go back out without you."

"Second, the rental company needs to do a crash safety course with at least four pilots for the houseboats. I'll be one of the drivers for the Single's Boat, so I need three volunteers. Please come and see me! Everyone else, you can start loading the luggage onto the boats. Just follow Ted over there in the red shirt."

A bearded guy who looked like he was sun-beaten leather held together by dirt and shoelaces waved from the near side of one of the docks.

As the crowd of models began to move, I squeezed Cassidy's hand and pulled her back to me. "I'm going to go get the pilot course," I said.

She nodded, slipped her arms around my waist and went up onto her tiptoes to peck my lips. "OK, Tiger. Has anyone, y'know... interested you?"