Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up. I do not make money from these stories. Please do not copy and plagiarize my work.
This story is dedicated to my good friend Jack. All ideas came from him, enjoy!
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Miami Beach, Florida
Blue skies were an all too familiar sight when standing beyond the sliding glass door, overlooking the waves of blue water splashing to the sands below. Birds chirping were audible, along with the sound of the wind and the water crashing through. Saturday had come, the first full day of the weekend swinging through after a flight touching down into the sunshine state yesterday. Bare feet brushed across the floor below as a slim but tall woman approached the black metal balcony railing. Light brown hair curled up into a high ponytail sway, lightly bouncing as the sound of her sighing could be heard over the ambience outside. A pink and blue tie-dye bikini top held a pair of impressive tits together, matching the bottom piece in color.
The perfect outfit to go enjoy a day on the beach, if only that was the woman's true desire in the passing hours. Nina Agdal found herself bored to start this casual Miami afternoon. Yesterday she had stepped off the plane, making her second flight to Florida within the span of only two weeks. The Danish swimsuit model had spent her thirtieth birthday in Miami but had now returned to begin what seemed to be a slow weekend. That was the cost of the single life, as she had been flying back and forth from Miami to Los Angeles between work with modelling shoots spread out in a busy portfolio. The highlight of her career was appearing on a cover of Sports Illustrated Swimsuit edition, regardless that she shared it with other models for the fiftieth anniversary issue.
It was still a highlight nevertheless, though eight years had passed since then. Most of the friends she made among other models were now opening new chapters of their lives. Nina had befriended Kate Upton at seemingly the height of her career. The wild times they shared were now years gone by as Kate had a family and new commitments. Sometimes the cost of living single had been days like this, bored with no one to share any fun times with. Miami had been known as something of a funhouse town, at least that was how Nina remembered it. Far from the only model under her agency to spend free time dancing in the clubs and looking for excitement. Now at thirty years of age, Nina was not sure why she had taken this trip back to Miami in such a short amount of time. While standing there on the balcony, she glanced below to see the waves of water crashing up against the sand.
The day did not need to be long and slow like this. Come night time, that was usually when the city truly awakened. Nina spent her birthday at a dance club, sharing drinks with some friends and fighting off the urge to indulge herself in party favors. Some of those friends knew how to score coke as well as pot when they were staying in southern Florida. Nina did not see the need to snort anything up her nose or have a smoke, not right now at least. Maybe with the right companion she would have shared the experience alongside someone, but not her girlfriends. As of today, no one knew she had returned to Miami and Nina hoped to keep it that way. Sometimes it was better to fly solo, under the radar and out of everyone's social circles when you truly wanted some private fun. The amusement she currently craved however, needed to be shared alongside someone else.
Perhaps she could give Kate Upton a call. Once upon a time, Nina had shared affairs alongside Kate. She could still remember that one time, almost nine years ago when they flew into Miami and found themselves partying it up back at a hotel with some big time players. That was one wild night, spent shuffling among men in a 'private party' that ended with them both down on the floor. Drenched, sticky and dripping in cum. Nina bit her lower lip, closing her eyes momentarily as if to relive precious seconds gone by from that filthy memory. Those were the days, she thought to herself. Back when she could have some fun with Kate, no strings attached. If only the other model was still alongside her, Nina knew Kate would have connections across town for such fun, but as of now? That was a hard question, knowing Kate had moved on in life from her former wild side.
Back in her hotel suite, Nina stomped her feet while thinking of what she would do for this day. There had to be some better way to indulge herself in an erotic adventure without thinking about days gone past. No matter how hard someone reminisced on the past, the likelihood of those days coming back were slim to none. She understood this about life, now thirty years old and accepting her place as a single woman. The hardest part about finding the right kind of man for her taste, was knowing when to leave. No strings attached, that was how she wanted it for now. Just someone she could fuck and dump without having to worry they would be following her back to where she wanted. A road had been paved with the tears of broken hearted men in the past, back at the modelling agency where Nina was signed. It was a fantasy to many men to bed a famous model and along with it came a secret to share among the other models.
Once upon a time, Nina enjoyed sharing those stories alongside Kate. They both kept track of men that chased them in Miami and how many were lucky enough to go for a one night stand, only for them to forget their phone numbers afterwards. She smirked to herself, wandering around the living room and glancing to the white furniture. A matching couch and lounge chair sat across from one another with an oval shaped glass coffee table in the center of the room. Down below, a white rug covered what was dark wooden flooring. She studied the texture of the floor, all while quietly considering her thoughts. Nina had returned to Miami for a reason. All by herself with no one to interfere with a quick affair as long as there were no strings attached. This was how she originally wanted to spend her birthday week in Miami. Not around any other friends who would witness it and make up gossip back at the modelling company.
This was going to be her weekend, all to herself. Nina thought to herself the options she currently had. Maybe she could meet the right man back at a club later tonight, or perhaps here at the hotel. Then again, there was also the option to make some phone calls. Maybe Kate would know an old fuck buddy in town who could come over. That was probably the better option, to be able to trust someone else. Kate was known for not sharing her men on the side, but Nina felt their friendship could influence her. On the second thought, it was better to find someone herself. To go out on an adventure and into the unknown, Nina felt more daring than ever. There had to be someone here in town, a man who fit her right type. One man who had to have a wild side, regardless if he would recognize her as a famed model or not.
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7 HOURS LATER
Outside the Trésor Tower suites, there was a whole property to explore connected to the Fontainebleau hotel. Having spent time in the public pool years ago, Nina did not share the desire to spend her Saturday back at the hotel property. Instead, she had a quick lunch all by herself and then prepared herself for a night out. The two piece bikini was discarded in favor of the one dress Nina had brought with her to Miami. The one piece was all black with thin straps to hug over her shoulders and offering an ample view of her perky tits pressed together. A zipper on each side allowed Nina to tighten it up, no need for a bra but she went with a matching dark thong to cover her snatch. The end of the dress brushed up past her knees, short and with her curves visible from the tightness. To complete the look, Nina broke out a pair of high heel pumps to slip her feet into.
The ponytail had been undone as Nina took precious time curling back her light brunette locks, revealing a few strands of blonde hair. Her hair sway beyond her shoulders, split down the middle and revealing a small but shiny gold hoop dangling from both ears. Nina made sure the lone piece of jewelry choice was going to stand out through the night. Only her purse had another piece of gold that would stick out, the chain dangling from her shoulder and connecting back to the red leather piece and matching GG Gucci brand logo. The purse contained her cellphone and other necessities including a can of pepper spray easily accessible from the side pouch, if she ever needed to use it. With pink lipstick, she completed her makeup with dark mascara around the eyes. Leaving the hotel around six, Nina took in a view of the sun sinking down into the ocean. The blue sky had faded into a hue of orange with the night slowly awakening.
In the following hours, the city would be all lit up through the black of night. The better clubs were across the bridge, back into the main part of the city. Out in Miami Beach, Nina had to explore and find a different place. Regardless which side of Miami she was in, to find a club with booming loud dance music was a simple task. A roll of the dice to pick a random place, she settled on a club close by the hotel under the name BeatBox Hours. A neo lit sign flashed in green and blue letters with an outline of an old style portable stereo unit. Nina expected to walk right in to a busy club with a DJ laying out tracks from the dance floor. Instead, it was a small bar fit with black and white checkered tiles covering the walls and floor. A lounge area had dark purple walls, closed off with a smoking area and music that played from a surround sound system.
Upon stepping through the front door, Nina glanced around. It was easy to become disappointed at first sight, but she decided to linger around this small club regardless. The bar had a black painted wood top, neon lights reflecting down upon it in an array of pink and yellow colors. Sitting on the stool, her eyes shifted at the bartender who was a bearded older man with a balding head of grey hair. Nina ordered a shot of Jack Daniels, figuring that once she had some whiskey flowing through her system the rest of the evening would flow easier. Not another soul sat at the bar, leaving the red stool seats empty. From the distance, she glanced back at the doorway when hearing laughter from a male voice. Grabbing her glass, Nina took another sip while watching a man enter. Black suede shoes were visible stomping down on the floor. They matched with the black pinstriped suit pants, fitting with the same style jacket unbuttoned to reveal a white shirt underneath.
"Right on time as always, Jimmy. You want the usual?"
The bartender greeted the man with a question, but Nina had recognized him before. A jolt elevated her heartbeat, as this was the last man she expected to see tonight. Jimmy Barnett had been an old friend she used to party with. A noted player down in Miami with rumors swirling locally that he was involved in drug trafficking and other things. It was easy for Nina to recall all the rumors she heard since three of her modelling friends had shared affairs with him. He stood tall, a gold necklace around his neck, visible with the jacket unbuttoned. A matching gold Rolex watch across his left wrist. Jimmy always had a trimmed black beard, his hair was brown and always slicked back at a short length. Those blue eyes scanned back at the bartender, giving him a nod. Nina stood up from where she was seated, prepared to greet her old friend.
"Yeah, you know what I want. Get that bottle of Jameson ready."
Shoes stomping across the floor, Jimmy made his entrance in style. Nina had quickly noticed that he arrived alone. Usually, the man had his partner along with him; a short younger man going by the name Alec. She had figured it up in her head years ago that Alec must have been Jimmy's bodyguard, as a man of his status in town would not be walking around freely without protection. Tonight seemed different, just for the fact he arrived alone unless Alec was back in the car. Jimmy turned and made eye contact, smiling at Nina as he easily recognized her.
"Hey Nina, it's been a long time hasn't it?"
"Not too long."
The man chuckled at her remark as he stepped over offering a hug. Leaning in, she felt his beard brushing against her face as she went for a kiss on his right cheek. Jimmy stepped away, looking over the bar as his bottle of Jameson awaited him with an empty glass containing a few cubes of ice. Nina watched him open the bottle and begin pouring the whiskey down into the empty glass as she sat back down.
