I took a meal break around 4; the first half of my shift had been slow, since we were in a short offseason between spring break and summer vacation. As the general manager, I didn't get set break times and took them when I could, but this time of year that was essentially whenever I wanted. I'd spent some time rearranging the schedule for the next week so I could take the weekend after this one off and fly to California to go to Disneyland with Anna.
I met her a week ago. Just a week ago, and it was already clear that we had something deep together. I don't think I could have avoided falling for Anna if I had wanted to. She was smart, driven, funny, and gorgeous, and the sex was amazing. I'm sure she had flaws, everyone does, although I hadn't found any yet. The only wrinkle we'd had at all was her admission on our second date that she was an OnlyFans model, although her content had been tame so far and I'd quickly gotten used to the idea. If she'd been hooking up with other guys that would have been a dealbreaker for me, but sharing photos and the occasional video of her sexy body didn't seem to bother me after I processed the information.
We hadn't texted since I left her place before work at the hotel, and despite it having only been a few hours since then, I missed her. I wasn't concerned, or jealous, or clingy -- I just genuinely missed being around her and was counting down until I'd see her for our daylong theme park date on Wednesday. While I was daydreaming about her and eating the sandwich I'd gotten from the hotel snack shop, my phone buzzed.
It was a message from Anna. Just seeing her name on my phone sent a rush of endorphins to my head. I looked around to make sure no one else was in the breakroom, something I'd learned to do on my first workday after we started dating, when she sent me a topless picture she'd taken while shooting content. I opened her message, which just read, "I miss you." I was about to reply when another message came through -- this one was an image, and I waited for it to resolve, which always took a second in the basement of the hotel where I was.
Anna and another model, who must have been her friend Emily that I she told me was going to be shooting with her today, were laying by the pool in her backyard. Both were wearing a matching style of bikini, Anna in navy blue and Emily in white. Anna looked as beautiful as ever, her lightly tanned skin glowing in the late afternoon sun. Her lighter brunette hair fanned behind her head on the deck chair as she almost imperceptibly arched her back, making her generous breasts strain against the fabric of the bikini top she was wearing. The sunglasses she was wearing framed her face beautifully, while her slightly parted lips added a seductive hint to the image. It was no wonder she was cleaning up on social media.
Emily laid on the chair next to her, dark hair pulled to one side and resting on her shoulder. She struck an identical pose to Anna, her top not working quite as hard as Anna's to contain her smaller breasts. She had wider hips than Anna with thighs to match. I'm sure she was almost always the hottest person in the room, as long as she wasn't next to my beautiful girlfriend.
"You look hot AF," I sent back to Anna.
"You mean me, or both of us?" she replied almost immediately, with a winking emoji.
"I meant you, but it could apply to either of you," I sent back diplomatically, but remembering that she didn't want me to pretend that other girls weren't attractive. She was a working model, after all, which would make it hard to exist if I had to keep pretending her other model friends weren't hot. I'd learned she was bisexual last time we had discussed this, so it's not like I could lie anyway.
She sent back a heart emoji. Before I could put my phone down, she Facetimed me, and I answered it.
"Hey Charlie!" she said on the other end. "I figured you must be on break, responding so fast. This is Emily," she added as she spun the phone slightly to show me her friend standing next to her.
"Hi Emily, nice to meet you," I said and waved. She grinned, showing off a gorgeous smile that could light up a room.
"Nice to meet the guy she can't stop talking about," Emily said, jerking her thumb at Anna. I laughed.
"All good things, I hope," I responded, already knowing the answer.
"Almost too good, I thought she was making you up. I'm still not sure if I accept that there are handsome guys in the world that are both kind and caring gentlemen and have dicks like soda cans," she said with a perfectly straight face. I coughed, nearly choking on the water bottle I'd been taking a sip out of. Anna turned the phone so I could see both of them laughing as I sputtered.
"I'm sorry, Charlie, I said that to her earlier and she said she'd give me five bucks if I said it to you when we met," said Emily, still smiling, her green eyes twinkling. "Pay up, Anna," she added.
"That's how you've told people about me, huh?" I said to Anna. She giggled.
"I told them the first part sober. They worked the second part out of me drunk the other night. I'm sorry, I hope that's alright?" she said, looking amused but a little nervous.
"It's fine," I said, shaking my head. I really wasn't bothered, just caught off guard. "And I don't know about a soda can, you might be exaggerating," I said, trying to sound humble.
"Yeah, probably was a bit," she said, before turning her head towards Emily and theatrically shaking it side to side and mouthing the word "nope." They both started cackling. I couldn't help myself and laughed with them.
"So, how's the shoot going, ladies?" I asked, trying to change the subject.
"It's going awesome, I think we've gotten everything we need," Emily said, giving me a thumbs up. She turned and walked away to mess with a tripod. I watched her round, thong-clad ass a bit before directing my eyes back to Anna. Anna looked back at me, a more serious look on her face as she walked inside, carrying me on her phone with her.
"That's actually why I called, we finished with our collab bikini shoot," said Anna. She hesitated a second before asking, "Emily asked me if I could shoot some nude/semi-lewd stuff for her own post by the pool. I've done it before, we've all been each other's photographers at different points, but since we're together I wanted to make sure you were alright with it. I know you wouldn't want me hanging out with a naked man, and you know I'm bi, so I obviously won't do it if you're not 100% alright with it. It would be totally professional, we're friends, but I told her I had to ask you first."
"Thanks for doing that," I said. "What about you, she going to return the favor?"
"I don't need a nude shoot right now, but I could always bank one since we're set up already. It's your call. I love you, so I'm letting you decide, and don't feel like you have to say yes, alright?"
I thought about it for a second. She hadn't given me reason not to trust her; in fact, quite the opposite, asking for permission to essentially do her job that she'd done dozens of times before. "As long as it stays professional, I'm cool with it," I told her.
"Thanks for trusting me," she said seriously, looking at me with a smile. "You really are the best guy ever. Emily is just a friend so even if I wasn't in love with you, it's not like we were going to start hooking up. You're welcome to forget I said that though, if you need anything to daydream about while you work," she said, winking at me, her blue eyes twinkling. I smiled at her teasing.
"I've got to get back," I told her, "Have a good rest of the evening, I'll call you after work. I love you."
"Love you too, Charlie. Talk to you soon." She waved and ended the call. I took the last bite of my sandwich, went to the bathroom, and headed off to the office to put my phone away. Right before I put it in the locker, I felt it buzz, so I opened it.
"Em said to give you this as thanks for letting me help her out," texted Anna. A photo followed. It was of both girls, facing the camera. They were smiling and lifting their tops, four perfectly shaped tits pointed right at me. I stared for a second before putting my phone in the locker, shaking my head. What even was my life now?
***
I got off work a little later than usual, staying to help check in a large group that arrived right before I clocked out. I called Anna on the way home, streetlights whizzing past me as I waited for her to pick up.
"Hey, how was work?" she asked when she picked up.
"Not bad, although it's hard to work when all you can think about is your hot model girlfriend naked," I said. She giggled.
"Just me, huh? Not Emily too?" she said teasingly.
"Emily is hot, but she's got nothing on you," I said. "Still, that photo was something else, I was not expecting that at all," I added.
"I know. You trusted me to be around a hot naked model, so I wanted to show you that I would trust you the same way. Emily was cool with it, and grateful that you were OK with our shoot, so I sent it over."
"I appreciate the thought behind it. And the tits. But mostly the thought," I told her, earning a laugh. "Let her know I appreciated it as well. So, what are you up to now?" I asked.
"Unpacking. Emily left around 6, I've been at it since then. I've got the kitchen done and now I'm working on the office."
"Awesome, good for you," I told her. "I wish our date was tomorrow, sucks that I have to work early again."
