Author's note: I started this story a while back, before she shaved her head and in recent pics, she's lost the weight and is starting to look good again. SO I went back and completed the story.
I'd like to thank Andre for the idea of this story. You gave me the blue prints to start it off and I even managed to add in a black guy to the story, so I hope you like it.
This is quite a long story and is split up into three parts. The first part is mainly foreplay, after the first two set of stars, the third set of stars it's one on one and after the fourth set of stars it's a menage trois, mmf. For those of you who don't like mmf's, you can stop reading after the one on one. The story was originally suppose to stop there and if you do stop reading there, the story is all wrapped up nicely.
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I pulled up in front of the hotel and paid the cab driver once he got my luggage out of the trunk. A bellboy came up to me and took my luggage and led me into the hotel.
"Hello! I'm Miguel." Said the guy at the reception desk. "We pride ourselves in providing a top rate service. We have an array of services, all of which are open 24/7." He started to babble on about the tennis courts, gym and a bunch of other crap. I did my best to look like I was paying attention, I just had my eyes locked on the keys to my room that was on the table. He then said something that caught my attention.
"You have a spa? Is that included in the price of the room or does that cost extra?" I asked. I wouldn't mind being pampered and massaged, especially if it was done by a hot woman with a great body.
"Yes. It's all included in the price. All you have to do is book it a day in advance."
"So I can't go there today?" I asked.
"No."
"Because I didn't book in advance?" I said, starting to get annoyed. "So how was I to know that before I got here?"
"It's in the hotel brochure. You know? The one you look at before you book." He said with a smug tone in his voice. "So should I book you in for tomorrow?"
"Yeah. Thanks." I said. He started to click away on the computer, probably booking me in.
"This is your..." He started, picking the keys up to hand to me. His eyes were looking past me. "Hello!" He said walking around the receptions desk, dropping the keys in front of me. I managed to catch them before they fell.
"What the fuck?" I said, looking around.
"Ms Spears!" I heard him say. "Always a pleasure to have you here!" I looked around to look at who was so important that he'd just walk off in the middle of talking. The Ms Spears he was referring to was a blonde woman, in sunglasses, a bucket hat and a long white coat. She looked like she was trying to come in unnoticed.
"Hi. Miguel!" The blonde said in strong southern accent, taking the hat and sunglasses off. "It is so hot out here!" She said walking up to the receptions. desk.
"Yeah. That's exactly who you think it is." I heard a voice behind me say. I turned around to see it was the bell boy. He was a black guy, about six foot tall and was in those red bellboy outfits that you see people in on TV. "She comes in every now and then by herself to get away from her husband and kids."
"If it's who I think it is, then isn't she divorced?" I asked, making sure that it was Britney Spears.
"In the process I guess." He shrugged his shoulders. "So the prick didn't tell you where your room is? Here." He said motioning with his hand. "Give me your keys. I'll show you to your room." I followed the bell boy into the elevator, looking over my shoulder to get a couple of quick glimpses of Britney Spears. "Taking a timeout?" He asked.
"Yeah. I just got promoted and decided to take two weeks off work. Get away from it for a while before jumping right back in."
"I hear ya." He said. "As soon as I graduate, I'm outta here, taking a couple off weeks of in the Caribbean. Lounging on the beach, watching fine honeys walk by."
"You can do that here."
"I know. But when you've been here two years, you wanna be somewhere else."
"Fair point." I said looking straight ahead. "I'm Kash by the way." I said extending my hand. I don't know if I was gonna see him again until I left, but I figured introducing yourself seemed like the polite thing to do.
"Clavin." He said shaking my hand. "But my buddies call me Clay." The elevator stopped and the doors opened. "This way." Clay said leading the way.
"What would your recommendation be on doing something here?" I asked, not sure what I was gonna do here now that the spa was out of the question.
"You could lounge at the pool. All the fine honeys hang out there in tiny little bikinis. Or you could hit the gym. If the fine honeys aren't at the pool, they're working out to flex their tight bodies and get even finer." Clay said.
"Sounds good." I said. "If I wasn't looking to check out fine honeys, what else could I do?" I asked, noticing that everything he said was all about 'fine honeys.'
"You play tennis?" He asked.
"Yeah."
"I get off at one. We could get a bite to eat and then play a set or two if you're up for it."
"Sure. Where should I meet you?"
"The restaurant downstairs." He said. "I'm gonna be heading out. I got more bags to carry to people's rooms." I tipped Clay, he shook my hand and left.