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 was written for my friend Jack. The idea was his, so credit to him for this scenario and the choice of celeb.
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Miami Beach, Florida
Lights cast a low reflection across the glass door, peaking on the outside world from within. The sun was hidden behind rows of clouds turning what was once a blue sky into an eerie grey overcast. If not for the blaring music downstairs, perhaps one would've been greeted to the sound of thunder rumbling in the distance. Rain was expected to come and go throughout the weekend, but this was no hinderance to Alexis Ren as she stood gazing back at her reflection and studying the miles of endless ocean from far across. The twenty-four year old model was in the mood to unwind and enjoy a private party for herself after a long, enduring summer of work. Last year had been rather unkind to her when it came to modelling, but business had picked up with a new year underway.
Clapping hands were audible from the other room, but it wasn't a noise that could distract her from stepping away from the glass door. White lining covered the door sides, leading out to a metal balcony with white chairs. With bad weather headed their way, it wasn't the type of day to make use of sitting out on the balcony. Before arriving in Miami for the weekend, she had spent money in advance for renting a private condo in North Miami Beach. The top floor offered a great view of the beach and never ending ocean in view. Coming along with Alexis on this trip was her friend with benefits, Ken Anderson. He was another model, replacing the one that Alexis had previously dated, though she didn't feel there was any real spark of long term stability between them.
Ken was useful when it came to partying and fucking, as Alexis seen no other way to view him. The typical man who fit the billing of a friend with benefits. He was tall, skinny with short wavy blonde hair that matched his blue eyes. His face was always clean shaved, unlike the friend he kept around. Evan was probably Ken's best friend, as far as Alexis could tell. The two men never left a city without one another. Evan Jones had a comfortable job with a film studio back home in L.A., courtesy of having a powerful family in Hollywood. When Alexis requested more people over for a party, Ken took it upon himself to invite Evan first. He promised that he knew certain people across Miami to put together what would be a booming party to splurge through several hundreds of dollars on booze and other party favors.
What he didn't tell Alexis was that all of his friends were men. Earlier in the day, Alexis was introduced to a five strangers she had previously never met before. There was Kevin; notable for his chubby chest and curly brown hair. He arrived in a black Spider-Man T-shirt and matching dark pants in an attempt to conceal his overall body weight. Alexis couldn't help but think of Kevin as something of a goof ball and the last one she expected to have a girlfriend among all of the men here today. After him, there was James. Another friend of Ken's, with a resemblance that was similar to Evan with dark hair and a matching short beard from his face. He arrived in a dark grey hoodie and blue jeans, covering a number of tattoos across his chest and arms that went with his muscular build. The other two friends that came along were Andre and Manny.
With a short dark afro, Andre made himself stick out among the rest of the men. His style was flashy, fitting for a man walking around with a gold Rolex watch across his wrist and matching Cuban link chain over his neck. The jewelry stuck out across his ebon skin. Manny stood out from the men, not only for having darker skin, but his muscular built body. A black mustache was above his upper lip, matching the slicked back dark hair. A silver necklace and a few tattoos on his left wrist, but Alexis couldn't help but be impressed by his physical stature. His body was visible beyond a black leather jacket unzipped to reveal a tight red muscle shirt and jean shorts. Speaking with a slight accent, Manny explained that he was a fitness trainer from Nicaragua. Business had picked up thanks to social media, landing him an endorsement gig for a gym in Miami.
Alexis figured with inviting these men, perhaps they would've brought along with them girls as dates. As the day began, she was puzzled that they came alone. When asked about this, Andre insisted he had brought a date by the name of 'Mary Jane'. All the men laughed at his corny joke before he went on to brag about having "the best fucking weed any of you fools are gonna find down here in Florida". Evan had arranged a certain flavor of party favors, eager to indulge with lines of coke drawn up across a metal tray back in the living room where the music roared. It was on Alexis to supply the alcohol for this event, as she was willing to overlook the drugs due to Ken. These were all his friends, but she was left out apart from mixing drinks back in the main room. The large stereo across from the television had a surround sound system powerful enough to drown out anyone's voice.
Electronic based sounds were the choice of music, with Ken bringing along a CD of tracks he had burned of a computer with 'New Retro Wave' artists. Alexis couldn't recognize a single song by ear, as it was all instrumental with synths replicating familiar sounds straight out of the eighties decade. The entire condo rooms were colored with white walls and grey tiled floors. Only the master bedroom had proper carpeting in a beige color. The guest room floors required rugs, with one large one in the living room beneath the coffee tables and furniture. Within a few hours, the smell of burning reefer was an overwhelming stench that was either embraced by a few men or loathed. Alexis wasn't one for drugs, as she avoided the cocaine and marijuana all together. Ken wondered if that was the reason she stepped back into another room and was now gazing out the window while the men were busy getting wrecked in the living room.
"Hey babe, thinking of going outside?"
Ken spoke aloud, prompting Alexis to turn around and see his smiling face. She smirked back at him, thinking to herself that neither he or any other man in the house could guess her true feelings. She shook her head before replying.
"No. Just expecting the rain to come at any moment. You know, it always rains when I'm in Miami."
"Really? I never noticed."
Quirking her eyebrows, Alexis smirked back at him.
"That's cause you rarely ever tag along when I wanna come here."
"Maybe."
From his response, Alexis placed her hands on her hips. She wore black pants, hugging every area of her slender legs right up to her ass. Above her pants, Alexis' perfect muscular toned stomach and belly button were visible, below low cut sleeveless crop top. The top had a U shape cut out, allowing her to tease the men with heavy cleavage that wasn't contained in a bra. With all eyes on her in a room full of men, that was how she preferred it, regardless if Ken was the man of the hour. He noticed Alexis' body language, trying his hardest not to look away from her chestnut brown eyes and glance at her cleavage below.
"You want me to get you another drink, babe?"
