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 Galva82 and is dedicated to him. It picks up where Try Me Too left off as a direct sequel, enjoy!
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Nassau, Bahamas
A thumping sound echoed throughout the white room, followed by the reflection of a light cast across white tiles. This shining glare could only come from outside the room, then quietly disappear with the sound of foot steps from behind. Another day at the Rosewood Baha Mar was where Anthony found himself hard at work. The calendar was marked for Tuesday, but the hours could have matched that old feeling of the Monday blues with where he currently found himself. Down on his hands and knees with a sponge, he scrubbed the corners of a bathroom floor. Someone had entered the room, but he paid them no attention. So far, this was his second shift of the day after lunch break, moving away from the main desk and checking in to make up for the lack of janitorial work he had completed in the past two months.
Occasionally his shifts alternated, depending on what jobs were currently available among the staff throughout the hotel. Sometimes Anthony found himself in the spa, other times it was housekeeping. Today was not his choice since two janitors had been out sick for the week. Picked by his supervisor, Anthony did not have a choice but to grab a cleaning cart and go down to the bathrooms and work later in the day. He worked to polish the corners of the bathroom, only after tending to each toilet stall and urinal in the men's room. Done cleaning the floors, he pulled himself up from the floor and let out a deep sigh. Anthony tossed the sponge into a green mop bucket on his cart. His eyes wandered across the row of mirrors hanging up in the room.
For a moment, he studied his blue eyes across the glass surface. Below, the bathroom had mounted sinks in a row with a reflective marble top. Before he was on the floor, Anthony had scrubbed and polished every piece of the counter. A row of five stalls with white doors was directly behind him, while the urinal stalls were off to the left, near the door. His face was clean shaved, recently trimmed blonde hair slicked back. Letting out another sigh, he pushed his hands beneath one of the silver faucets. Motion detected, the water began to spray down in a cool spring. Reaching across with his left hand, he shoved the soap dispenser and began to wash his hands while a man stepped out of the urinal section and joined him at the sinks. Anthony did not pay the guest any attention. Once his hands were clean, he had his own paper towels to use from the janitorial cart.
The sound of hot air blowing through a dryer near the door screeched in a loud noise. Ignoring it for now, Anthony opened the door while the other man was preoccupied. He was tall and had dark hair, but did not bother to try and help hold the door open whatsoever. Not that Anthony needed the man's help, but it would have been a kind courtesy. Out of the bathroom and back in the halls of the second floor, Anthony continued to push the cart. Sunlight poured in front of a large window across the hall. The carpet led down a path that turned, leading to the suite rooms. At least he did not have to enter them and do any floor scrubbing, Anthony quietly thought to himself. Still pushing the cart down the hall, he could hear a faint voice in the distance that was all too familiar.
"Sorry! I didn't mean to bump into you!"
Oh god, Anthony thought to himself. There was no mistaking that voice as any other man but Scott. Maybe he was apologizing for bumping into someone, but Anthony was not concerned. All he wanted to do was avoid his friend for now. Months had passed since their eventful day which they shared with one special model. It had been over a year since they both bonded as friends over sharing Kelly Brook in a threesome, but that was beyond the question right now. It was always difficult to have any hard feelings towards Scott, but the man knew how to wear out his welcome as time went on. Anthony found himself annoyed by Scott the longer he was around him. Over the weekend, the two men enjoyed a Saturday night sharing a bottle of tequila. Anthony had awakened with one of the worst hangovers after having a nightmare where he could hear Scott's voice echoing through the distance.
The dream ended yesterday morning upon waking up with a constant urge to barf. Maybe it was not the alcohol, but the nightmare itself, Anthony thought to himself. Any time the two men were alone and drinking, Scott was unable to shut up about their past with Kate and Kelly. Much time had passed since then but the memories remained strong. At the end of the day, they may have been stuck working for a corporate hotel chain, but in those affairs, they felt like champions. Blessed in the presence of two beautiful models. As Scott liked to remind Anthony, that he was gifted with luck in life. Right about now, that was the last thing he needed to be reminded of while working a job he loathed. That job was currently the only thing Anthony felt he needed to focus on. That was his agenda for getting through this day and living to see another pay check.
"Hey man, there you are!"
Stopping in his tracks, Anthony quietly rolled his eyes. Scott was standing directly behind him at the opposite end of the hallway. Turning around to face his friend, Anthony took one look at Scott stepping towards him. That chubby belly wobbled, bouncing left and right. Though his shirt was tucked in as part of the uniform, it was barely contained. His red hair was curly like any other day, Scott had that same goofy grin that he was known for.
"You're looking for me? What did I do?"
Scott began to laugh at his friend's question.
"If you did something to strike gold again, I'm not sure what it was. You are so damn lucky in life. Haven't I told you that before?"
"Yeah, you've reminded me hundreds of times already."
After another chuckle, Scott's facial expression changed. With his lower lip slightly hanging, his eyebrows raised, he gave a shocked look. Without the patience to endure much speech from him, Anthony called out.
"Come on, get to the fucking point. I don't have all day to stand here."
"Dude, there's this model upstairs looking for you. I checked her in earlier and she asked about you. She knew who I was and she knew you too!"
"You're shitting me."
Shaking his head, Scott protested.
"No, I'm not! Do you really think I'd stop what I'm doing and come find you if I just wanted to play a joke? Come on, man. Does the name Kara Del Toro ring a bell?"
Eyebrows quirking up, Scott grinned back at Anthony. The name definitely had familiarity in Anthony's mind. Occasionally he would browse the internet, looking at glamour models when he was alone by himself off work. Kara was a model he followed on Instagram and had noticed she was a rising star. What Anthony now expected was for Scott to give him a story about Kara somehow checking in to the hotel and knowing both of them.
"Yeah, it rings a bell. Wait, are you about to tell me she knows both of us? How the fuck is-"
Scott cut his friend off, talking over him.
"It's true! I knew you wouldn't believe me at first. Look, she knows Kate Upton."
After pausing for a minute, Scott gave Anthony a reassuring nod and continued.
"This girl Kara knows every-fucking-thing we did with Kate Upton, I'm not joking. She wants to talk to you, man."
"Really? And you're not making all this crap up?"
Stomping his foot down, Scott acted as if he were offended.
