A few days after the very eventful playmate promotion party in Santa Monica Amber Campisi and Tiffany Fallon were swapping stories. Amber described the amazing sexual experiences with Albert, the internet geek she had picked up there, and Tiffany told Amber about the punishing sex she had with Greg in his van right after the party.
Both girls kept saying "Wow, I'd love that!" as the other told her story and the same light bulb went off in both their pretty heads at once. It was easy to get Albert to trade, especially when Amber promised to spend another entire weekend with just the two of them alone in bed. Greg, on the other hand, was very moody and very dangerous. He would have to be tricked into cooperation.
Tiffany found just the right spot: a secluded bungalow further north of the city on a private beach. Actually it was two separate studios back to back with a shared porch. It was perfect for two couples to do what the beautiful playmates had in mind.
The girls arrived first, carrying cases of wine and beer and plenty of food. They settled in putting everything away. Both were keyed up and excited and couldn't sit still. They kept changing their outfits as they waited for the men to arrive.
The two beauties were an exciting pair; both were dark haired and were exactly the same height, but Tiffany was all firm and supple muscles with smooth well tanned skin, sparkling intelligent eyes and an almost regal elegance, while Amber was all soft, plush curves, with olive skin and open frank eyes. Tiffany seemed an exotic bird and Amber more a cuddly toy, but both exuded the promise of endless sexual pleasure.
At the time Greg's truck pulled up Amber was dressed in a tiny bikini top and short short short denim cutoffs. The fabric was frayed and faded and the shorts were so tight that if she sneezed they would dissolve into the air.
Tiffany wore expensive designer jeans and a very pale blue long sleeve pullover shirt. The neck line was wide and displayed plenty of her shoulders and chest. She wore no bra and her nipples were etched clearly under the soft cloth.
Greg came right into the room without knocking. He glanced at Amber and snorted in dissatisfaction. "I thought we were going to have a party. You and me." He reached over and pulled Tiffany to him.
"Hi, Greg," Amber said with a pout. She did not like being ignored.
"Yes, Greg, we're going to have a party, you and me," Tiffany was walking slowly towards the couch guiding Greg who lurched along without loosening his grip on her waist.
"We're gonna ball? What do we need her for?" he gestured with distain towards Amber who was scowling with displeasure. Maybe this wasn't such a fair trade.
"Greg, we're going to make love for a long long time. I'm going to let you do everything to me." She paused when Greg snorted cynically at the idea that she could 'let' him do anything. He knew that he could have anything he wanted from her.
Tiffany was stroking the bulge in his pants. Amber was getting more interested as she saw the monster rise up. "But I need you to do something for me. Amber's here and she's been annoying me. I want you to take care of her for me."
"You want me to take care of Amber?" For the first time his eyes focused on the buxom Italian girl. He gave her a steely glare that made the young Texan shudder.
"Yes, Greg, I want you to fix her good. Take real good care of her. Take your time and make sure she learns her lesson. Do you know what I'm talking about Greg?" Her hand was still lightly caressing his cock but his attention was now all on Amber.
Amber stood by the door in silence. She was shocked by the strange game he and Tiffany played, how Tiffany managed his rage by stoking it. She started to get a little afraid as she watched his hands do that quietly violent opening and closing, as if he was squeezing a throat.
Tiffany slowly withdrew her hand. "Why don't you go next store and Amber and you take care of her for me.?"
"Take care of her," Greg mumbled. He got up like a slowly erupting volcano and was by Amber's side in two surprisingly quick strides. He grabbed her arm and pulled it behind her back, pinning her in place. "Come on," he commanded. Amber gave a worried glance to Tiffany as she stumbled out the door.
The walls between the two studios were thin and Tiffany heard the door of the other room slam shut. She could even feel the floor shake as Greg stomped around. Suddenly there was a yelp from Amber and a smack. The sharp sound shocked Tiffany. She had never known anyone to slap Greg before. The room next store was frightenly quiet, then the floor shook again as the sound of two figures running echoed through the wall.
A body hit the floor with a thud and Amber screamed loudly. The brutal sound of ripping clothes accompanied her piercing cries; Tiffany could hear her tussle in vain as the scream faded into loud whimpering and the whimpers turned into a soft cooing and sighing. Every few moments there was a yelp or a screech.
In a dreamy mood Tiffany let her own hand glide down over the crotch of her jeans. She much preferred to have a man or a woman handle her sexual needs but the sound of the sex next store was too enticing. She was rubbing herself furiously after awhile and jumped up in surprise when she saw a man standing in the doorway.
"Oh, you must be Albert. I didn't hear your car." Tiffany sat up and tried to recover from her sensual reverie. She looked at the man. He was dressed in bright plaid Bermuda shorts and a white tee shirt with an arrow pointing to the left. The caption on the shirt read 'I'm with stupid.' He had a lumpy beat up duffle bag closed with a length of rope. This had to be Albert! "Where did you park?" she asked as she stood up to greet him.
"I had to walk from the road."
"You walked here?"
"Not from LA," Albert said annoyed. "I had to hitchhike."
"You live in LA but you don't have a car?"
"I usually borrow my mother's but she wouldn't let me have it for the whole weekend."
Tiffany suppressed the urge to roll her eyes. She lightly touched his shoulders. "Well, Albert, I'm Tiffany."
