Jokers WAGs Club

What Say You WAGs?

Frankis POV –

The days were beginning to get cold, freezing actually. I laid sprawled on the sofa wearing Sals favourite hoodie as I text Katie back and forth to kill the boredom until we met for lunch. Bessy had promised to meet with us but she was busy with Milana, I understood that completely. If Sal and I had a child I'd be investing all my time into our little demon, why do I say demon? Well it'll have to be considering how I am.

My phone gently vibrated in my lap causing me to chuckle as I glanced down. I wasn't looking for cheap thrills I'd just let it fall there after replying to my last text as I channel surfed.

Looking down I figured it was another message from Katie but it was from Sal.

"Gonna meet you lovely ladies at lunch, see you there gorgeous. xx"

Smiling I dialled Katies number. The sound of ringing filled my ears.

"Pick up god fucking dammit." I growled as it continued to ring.

"Hello." Katie answered.

"Hey doll, did you hear..." I began.

"The boys are coming to lunch, yeah Quinn just messaged me." Katie announced finishing my sentence.

"Ok what are you wearing... should we dress nice?" I asked.

Katie laughed. "Well you know I don't give a fuck so I'll be wearing exactly what I am now."

"If I wear what I'm wearing now K, I'll show for lunch in Sals hoodie and yoga pants." I stated.

"So fucking what... do you feel good, comfortable. What's it matter. Jesus Franki." Katie chastised.

Laughing, Katie said her goodbyes and hung up the phone. Glancing to my current attire I paused looking into the full length mirror. Fuck, I should at least put on some decent pants, I mused in silent contemplation.

Jeans it is.

Katies POV –

The day had been long and work had been hell, luckily they allowed me to take a half day. Well good riddance, I couldn't wait until I could tell my boss to suck it.

The highlight of my evening would be lunch with my goofball of a friend Franki, yet even that got better when Q said he and Sal were joining us for lunch.

A call from Franki came through soon after and in typical Vulcano style she was stressing and overthinking the situation. With a simple keep it simple stupid I hung up and drove myself to the restaurant.

Once I arrived I held the table for four. Pulling out my compact I decided to check I was on point. Yes Q and I had been together for over 3 years now but I still liked to look my absolute best for him.

Sal arrived at the meeting point and met me with a hug. He took a seat and looked uneasy.

"What's wrong?" I inquired gently.

"No, nope nothing... Q will announce it once he arrives." Sal stammered.

Grinning at that loveable behaviour we'd all come to accept I looked up and saw Q slowly rocking up, his hands stuffed in the pockets of his jeans. I admired the sight of him as he Inched closer, was I in love. Yes, had I admitted it, in private. But no one else knew the extent of our relationship and that's how we both liked it.

Taking my hand Q pulled me to my feet and kissed me ferociously like he hadn't seen me in years whereas he'd seen me just before I left the house for work this morning.

We both sat and began to chatter with Sal as the sound of thundering music and squealing breaks surrounded us. The little white car zipped past us obviously speeding and Sal had a big cheesy grin spread across his face.

"Francesca has arrived, everyone's gonna go deaf." Q teased.

"No not everyone, if there's someone who dares step on the road right now they'll get run over." I improved on the joke.

"The road Katie, bullshit. That bitch will go up on the sidewalk for laughs." Q countered.

"I leant over and ran my fingers through his thick dark mane and stole a quick peck as we continued to wait.

"Guys, first of all don't tease my wife... she drives fine and secondly, I don't wanna see your PDA's all that saliva." Sal ranted forgetting to breathe.

"Your wife is psycho buddy and believe it or not the kisses are the cleanest thing we do, there was that steamy night of animalistic sex with the whipped cream remember that K?" Q reminded me.

"Oh yeah I remember that night in the hotel where you'd forgotten your room key so we fucked like bunnies in Sals bed. Yeah I recall it." I teased.

Sal was now visibly upset and lost for words. Franki walked up adjusting her clothes and jingling her car keys as she shoved them in her purse.

Taking the seat next to Sal she caressed his face, noticing he was upset.

"What happened guys?" She questioned causing Brian and I to laugh and snort loudly.

Franki tried to calm Sal down but wasn't doing too well at it since he despised PDA's and she couldn't do much without a kiss and a sweet whisper.

Once all was quiet we placed our lunch orders and Q cleared his throat.

"So Katie, I know lately you been saying you'd enjoy a vacation."

Nodding in silent reply as I sipped m bourbon I was all ears.

"As a whole the tenderloins have agreed with our producers the next series will be filmed on the beach. Since the USA knows us too well they're thinking about shipping us to Cancun for a coupleof months. We're eager... except for Sal here who thinks we'll make him swim with sharks as a punishment, but we wanted to ask you girls what you thought." Q explained.

"Seriously guys, that sounds like a great opportunity." Frankie chimed in.

"Yeah it does, but why do you need to ask just go and enjoy yourselves if you want to." I added.

"We ask because after Joe put up the argument about his wife and daughter being alone and him missing them the producers at Tru TV said we could bring our wives or girlfriends along too, while we're not filming..." Sal announced.

"Yeah what he's saying it while we're not filming it'll be like a normal vacation with our favourite ladies. So what do you say, coming or not?" Q butt in.

It didn't take me long to search my mind and blurt out the first response.

"Sure, I'm in." I chirped. Q smiled and gently petted my ass as if to say good decision.

Now all eyes were on Franki who was anxiously nibbling her bottom lip as she'd placed her left hand on Sals thigh.

"Guys it sounds incredible and I want to go..." She began.

"So fucking come... don't be a wet blanket." Q teased.

"Listen Franki... Sal will need you. Plus who else is gonna drink on the beach with me?" I added.

Franki smiled and nodded slowly. "I'm in..." She spoke softly.

"Great so it's settled, we leave in two weeks so get packing ladies." Q exclaimed as the food arrived.

We sat at lunch drinking, eating, chatting about life, us girls joking about our partners and them joking about us. Sal perked up eventually and Franki got in a little of the kiss and ass grab on her man. Q and I had a few drinks causing high grade flirting and perverse topics to arise. Once we were finished it was time to leave. I hugged Sal and Franki as we departed and I couldn't help but feel elated. Times like these made life worthwhile and I foreseen lots more to come on the sunny beaches of Cancun.