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.
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Nassau, Bahamas
"This is so awesome! I can't believe it! Had someone told me that one day working at this place, Kelly Brook would come to this hotel and want to fuck me, I would've asked that person to sell me a bridge!"
Listening to his friend brag, Anthony rolled his eyes and let out a frustrated sigh. After the morning hours had come through, he was standing in an elevator next to Scott as they were on their way up to the eighth floor. Their next destination would be room number 867, ready to pay a special visit to one lovely British glamour model. Standing there in his pair of brown flip flops, black leisure shorts and a simple white t-shirt. It was yet another off day for him from the job, the last that he could cash in on for a sick day before his boss would crack down on him. Scott on the other hand had no such worries, as he was never one to take days off from working at the hotel until today. Anthony had rolled his eyes at his friend an hour ago when they met up for this day.
The appearance of Scott was enough to embarrass him, as he came out with his chubby stomach barely contained beneath a tight blue T-shirt with the Superman symbol on it. A pair of blue jeans covered his legs and strap on sandals. Fit with the short curly red hair and his goofy grin, Anthony couldn't stand the fact knowing he was about to be in a threesome with this guy. For two days, he mostly had Kelly Brook all to himself playing these erotic games with her in the bedroom. As the loser of this last match, it was on him to invite Scott for a threesome she demanded. Why him? That was the odd question out that Anthony couldn't get over. After their fuck session yesterday, Anthony was ordered to call Scott and invite him for dinner at Kelly's room.
"Honey, it's not about how a person looks sometimes. It's about what's on the inside. He seems like a kind person, don't you think?" Kelly's words were burned into Anthony's mind, as he couldn't get it out of his head last night after leaving her room. The three had dinner as a trio and all of Scott's embarrassing gestures only made the woman laugh continuously. Every silly joke that came out of Scott's mouth, Kelly found to be funny and it only irritated Anthony with each passing minute. One could've said he was jealous, but Anthony didn't see it that way. To have a goddess like Kelly Brook all to himself, he didn't think it was fair to end up having to share her in the back of a threesome with another man. While he was thankful to get one last day to fuck her, this wasn't how he would've preferred it.
"Is she a dirty talker? I gotta say, she looks like she would say something real naughty while playing with a cock in her hands."
Anthony snarled back at his friend.
"Shut the fuck up, Scott!"
Busting up in laughter, Scott shook his head back at Anthony.
"Come on, man! You don't have to be that way!"
Curving his lips in a smile, he spoke again.
"We're both getting to fuck her, you know. There's no need to fight over this."
There was something about that goody smile that was enough to make Anthony drop his anger towards Scott. He didn't mean no harm, it's just how he was. If they weren't friends at work, Anthony imagined Scott was the goof ball in a crew of drinking buddies back at college. That's the kind of vibe he gave off. Maybe there was something about his light hearted personality that attracted Kelly. Then again, maybe she just wanted to force him into a position where he would seethe in resentment. After all, he couldn't forget the games that this woman was playing. For Kelly to want a threesome, she found the easiest way to annoy Anthony with having him share her with a friend of his. The elevator stopped, followed by a loud ding sound. Neither man said anything as the metal doors slid open.
"So what's she like? I mean... you were having your way with her apparently before all this."
The two men walked together, brushing past someone in the hall. Anthony was hesitant to answer back Scott's question, but he replied after a few quiet thoughts.
"She's amazing. Everything you could possibly want in a woman, but she likes to play games."
"What kind of games? It's not anything that's gonna involve ball gangs and strap-ons is it?"
With a sigh, Anthony snapped at Scott, letting his rage come out in words.
"Fuck no! If I wouldn't have lost the game with her yesterday, you wouldn't even be here! Do me a favor Scott and shut the fuck up!"
Scott wasn't taken back or intimidated by Anthony's explosion of rage. He just held his hands up at his friend, quickly replying.
"Wait, wait! You lost a game with her? What do you mean by that?"
"She fucking wore me out! We were going back and forth, seeing who could get tired first after so much fucking."
Quirking his eyebrows up, Scott spoke again as an idea formed in his head.