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 Sammycolt and features themes of hardcore male dominance and rough sex. If you are offended by this, don't read it.
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Miami, Florida
A deep blue color was visible beyond a clear surface in the water with the sunlight reflecting down below over the surface. Small ripples moved through like waves as two women splashed around together from one end of the pool. One of them had long blonde hair, the other had dark hair curled up into a neat pony tail as they moved together through the water. Only white clouds were in the sky, few and far between with the sun shining bright, making what would've been a perfect day to spend time out at a pool. The SLS Brickell Hotel and Residence didn't come with a cheap ticket for a hotel room, regardless the floor in which it was located. Such the price was no problem for English actress Jessica Henwick. As she grabbed the metal rail of the pool's entrance at steps, she stepped out with water trickling down her East Asian body. A black thong-like piece covered her body down below with her perky tits pulled tightly with a bra that made her nipples nearly poke through.
"Coming out too soon, Jess?"
The voice calling out to her had an Aussie flair in accent. Jessica turned around to see her friend, Christina Collard smirking back at her. Her long blonde hair was wet from spending a bit more time in the pool. While Jessica wore black, her Australian actress friend had a light blue colored bikini covering her assets. All Jessica could do was raise her eyebrows, returning the smirk.
"Maybe, I just need to get a drink."
This entire trip had been Christina's idea from the beginning. At twenty-seven years of age, Jessica had been without a boyfriend for quite some time. Working in and out of Hollywood and the film industry back home in Britain, the thought had not really crossed her mind outside of the desolate loneliness. The sexual urge was there sometimes to throw herself at any hot-blooded male that would show her some attention. Such thoughts were merely encouraged from Christina's guiding hand. It was her idea to take Jessica out to Miami in the hopes of her finding some lucky man out there who could satisfy her with getting his rocks off while she received a night of sensual thrills. Every now and then, someone had to get laid to relieve the tensions and stress of everyday life. The provocative bikini thong was one key tip that Christina had passed on to her friend in hopes that Jessica could get lucky this week.
The water trickled down her body, landing droplets over the grey concrete surface down below. The swimming pool was located on ground level in the 'middle' of the hotel and residency complex with walls on all four sides and the large hotel buildings towering from their high stories. Brickell was one of the business areas of Miami, outside the 'fun house' area of Miami Beach and south of Downtown. Christina knew the town to an extent from previous vacations but for Jessica, this was her first hand experience spending quality time in a favorite big city down in south Florida. Rather than grabbing a towel to wipe her wet body, she strutted her way over to the bar. Her firm ass cheeks sway, moving back and forth in the little thong that extended down the crack of her ass. An impressive view was on walking display to anyone with gazing eyes. Waving at the bartender, Jessica spoke up before she was finished approaching the bar.
"Hey, get me a shot of Scotch, please."
"Ice or not?"
"Yes, just a few cubes. No more than three."
In front of the bar was a set of wooden stools with black leather seats. While Jessica was standing in front of the bar, Christina began to make her exit from the pool to join her friend keep a close eye on her. Sitting down on the far left side of the bar was a tall but shirtless man with slicked back brown hair and a clean shaved face. Jessica didn't pay him any attention though his eyes had wandered towards her direction. The bartender was an older man, fat from the appearance in a sweaty white T-shirt and a graying long beard. He fixed her drink by request, gently setting it down over the wooden surface of the bar.
"That will be-"
"Put it on my tab!"
Alerted to the voice interrupting a conversation, both Jessica and the bartender turned to look over to their left. The man had turned a bit in his chair, sitting there in a pair of dark blue swim trunks and revealing a lightly muscular body beyond all the hair on his chest. He offered a smile towards Jessica, then raised his empty glass in a salute. By now Christina, had walked over to the bar after grabbing a towel from the rack outside the pool. She attempted to wrap the towel around her dripping wet body while observing Jessica's reaction to the man calling out to her.
"How do you do, Miss?"
"I'm doing quite fine today, thank you."
Jessica offered him a smile, flashing her teeth before sitting down at the stool where she was previously standing. From her outfit, she knew the man would take a better look at her body. He leaned back a bit from his stool, taking in a view of her firm ass sitting over the leather cushion.
"Yeah, you look like you're doing just fine, I believe you."
She let out a laugh, raising her glass to have a sip of the Scotch. He spoke in a clear American accent with a bit of a southern drawl, giving off the impression that he must've been a local here.
"What's your name, sweetheart?"
"Jessica."
"It's a pleasure to meet you Jessica, I'm Johnny."
He extended out his right hand offering her to shake. By now the bartender had turned his back and proceeded to get busy cleaning a few glasses. Christina just stood back, still observing what was going on while throwing the towel over her hair to shake out her blonde locks.
"I take it this is your first time here in Miami? I think I would've seen you here recently if you were a local."
Jessica nodded.
"Yeah, I'm on vacation with my friend. Do you have a residency here?"
Johnny smiled, nodding his head at her. He appeared to be in his mid-thirties, possibly older. There was something about his face that told her that he was the kind of man who had lived through and possibly seen enough of life to be able to tell it in words. Just the kind of man that she found attractive out of natural instinct.
"I live here and I work in town, but I guess you wouldn't be able to see that from how I'm only wearing a pair of trunks, huh?"
