--[3rd POV]--
"I can't believe this is fucking happening," Summer groaned, her face buried in the countertop as everyone else ate the breakfast Ramon had prepared.
"You've said that already," Beth muttered as she sipped from her glass of wine, "Maybe next time you'll tell me when you plan to stay the night after an orgy."
"It wasn't an orgy!" Summer insisted, glaring at her mother.
"It kinda was, hun," Tricia corrected softly as she placed a supportive hand on Summer's shoulder.
"No, an orgy is when everyone is doing everyone else; all we did was take turns with him!" Summer screamed, pointing an accusatory finger at Ramon, who was standing over the stove cooking up another batch of pancakes, wearing nothing but pajama pants and an apron.
Beth's eyebrow rose as she glanced at Ramon, "Really? He did all of you, what is he breeding stock!?"
"Mom!!" Summer screeched, her eyes going wide with a mixture of disbelief and fear.
Tricia and Megan laughed out loud at Summer's plight, and even Patty giggled quietly, "Well, we do call him stud from time to time. "
"Hmmm, I can see why," Beth muttered as she stared at Ramon's broad naked back, "Well done, girls."
"Uggghhh," Summer let out an anguished cry and collapsed with a groan, "I regret everything."
"Well, you have no one to blame but yourself. Do you know how worried I was when I couldn't get in touch with you all day?" Beth muttered her voice a mix of anger, concern, and disappointment, a universal blend of parenthood, "You can't just disappear off the face of the earth."
"I get it, now would you please just take me home!" Summer pleaded as she looked up at her mom with regretful eyes.
"Nope," Beth replied with a pop of her lips, "I'm going to enjoy the rest of this glass, and an amazing breakfast cooked by the sexy half-naked chef."
"Thank you for the compliment, Beth," Ramon replied as he placed the plate piled with pancakes on the counter, which was immediately emptied in a wild barrage of fork stabs and swift fingers.
Summer glared at Ramon, "Hey! Stop hitting on my mom! And put a shirt on for fuck's sake."
"Booo," Tricia frowned at Summer and gave her a thumbs down, "Don't ruin this for the rest of us just because you got caught. I bet if your mother wasn't here, Ramon wouldn't be wearing any clothes at all."
"Is that an option?" Beth perked up her lips, pausing less than an inch away from her wine glass as she glanced at Ramon's backside.
"NO, IT IS NOT!" Summer shouted, her face red as she slammed her fist down on the counter.
"Really?" Tricia replied with an evil smile, "You know if we don't get some entertainment, I might just start to reminisce about how amazing last night was, and the role we all played to make it so memorable."
Summer's face paled, "You wouldn't."
Tricia smirked, "Try me."
"Please do," Beth chimed in with an eager light in her eyes, making Summer's jaw clench.
"Do I get a say in this?" Ramon asked somewhat sheepishly as he glanced over from the grill.
"NO!"
The rebuttal was a resounding negative as all the girls shouted at him in unison.
"Alright then," Ramon hastily muttered as he turned back around and went back to flipping pancakes.
"Tricia, if you do this, I will make you pay, I don't know how, I don't know when, but I will get you one day," Summer threatened, but Tricia's gaze didn't waver for a second.
"Oh, I'm not doing anything; it's you that needs to make up her mind, or you can call my bluff," Tricia grinned.
"I know you don't bluff, you have no shame," Summer pointed out, and Tricia shrugged helplessly, "You're right, I don't, so make a choice, Summer. Nude chef, or does your mother get even more ammunition to use against you for the rest of your life?"
Summer glared at Tricia for a second longer before letting out a long sigh, "Ramon…loose the boxers."
"Fine, let me just finish up this batch," Ramon grumbled.
Beth let out a small laugh and shook her head, "Honestly, Summer, I don't know why you fought so hard. It's just his butt. I mean, don't get me wrong, it's a really sexy butt, but I don't know if-"
Beth's voice suddenly died off as Ramon finally complied with their request and took off his boxers, revealing not only his posterior but his dangling manhood visible between his legs.
"Alright, who wants seconds?" Ramon asked as he turned around, and Beth's jaw dropped further as she stared at the swaying bulge visible even underneath the apron.
"That's why, mom," Summer deadpanned, having reached the height of her embaressment no longer capable of reacting with the proper energy the ridiculous situation required, "Now please pick your jaw off the floor, and stop staring."
"How am I supposed to stop staring? He's hung like a horse, and I should know," Beth replied before looking at all of the girls, "I'm a veterinary surgeon specializing in horses, by the way, but back to the point at hand, all of you handled that?"
"Some of us more than once," Tricia muttered as she glanced pointedly at Summer, who made a slow wringing motion with her hands while glaring back at Tricia.
"No wonder you girls were so slow coming out of the bedroom," Betty said sympahteically though her eyes kept glancing down at Ramon's crotch, "I'm surprised you can walk at all."
"We took the necessary precautions," Megan informed with a smile, "And after a while, you get used to it and even look forward to it, like being sore after a good workout."
"Yeah, if the workout includes fifteen sets of throwing it back on all fours, and five minutes of dick riding," Tricia said with a massive grin across her face, making Summer groan loudly, but she said nothing instead, deciding to drown her sorrows and pancakes in syrup, "I hope I never see any of you ever again."
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"So, what was that about never seeing any of us again?" Megan commented slyly as she looked over at Summer, who was busy making place settings.
"I can't believe that asshole fired me!" Summer muttered angrily under her breath.
"Well, you did just leave your shift without trying to find anyone to cover for you. Honestly, if I didn't know any better, it was almost like you wanted to get fired," Tricia replied conspiriatorily which earned her a middle finger from Summer.
"Look on the bright side, the hours are better, and you'll be making a lot more with the base salary and tips on top of that," Patty added helpfully while smiling at Summer, who didn't have the heart or willpower to stay mad in the face of such overwhelming positivity.
"Yeah, you're right," Summer admitted with a sigh, "I guess I got pretty lucky."
"Careful now, if Ramon hears you say that he's gonna have you on your knees in the middle of service," Tricia teased, making everyone laugh, and Summer even joined them after a second with a reluctant chuckle.
Their laughter was then interrupted by the sound of the front door opening, and the girls looked over to see two cops enter the restaurant.
Megan and Patty's faces immediately fell as they stared at Jo,e who stared right back at them, "Hello girls…where's Ramon, we need to speak with him."
Without a word, Patty spun around and made her way towards the back of the restaurant while Megan stepped forward, her face a mask of displeasure, "You've got some nerve, you know that?"
Joe opened his mouth to respond, but Jenny stepped up before he could get a word out, "Please, it's very important that we talk to Ramon."
"Talk to me about what?" Ramon spoke up as he walked up, wiping his hand on a towel, "If it's about my account of the break-in, I was planning on stopping by the station later today."
"Well, your account is more of a formality now more than anything," Jenny replied with a shake of her head, "Samson admitted to everything, the break-in, the attempted murder, the blackmail, everything."
Ramon paused, "Alright then, why do you need to talk to me?"
Jenny chewed her lip nervously, "Because when we went to arrest Preston Northwest, we found his house empty of all its belongings, and we have a motive to believe he was taken by force. We need to take you in for questioning to eliminate you from a pool of potential suspects."