An Influencer Brings Out a Dark Side of Me I Never Knew Existed, and I Think I Like It [MF] Part 5

Disclaimer: Everyone in this retelling was above the age of 18

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*We’re never the antagonist in our respective stories, are we? The villain is always the crazy ex, the unfaithful partner, the scorned lover. The villain is always someone else because when it’s your story, you can’t possibly be the villain. Can you?*

“Another please,” I call out, gulping the last dredges of my long island iced tea and then pointing at the glass, eyeing the waiter. I needed to drown myself in some form of liquid, and the usual suspects just aren’t stocked at this beach bar. No Jack, no Johnnie. I briefly considered drowning myself in the sea mere feet away, the sky-blue water turning into a shade of capri, then seamlessly flowing into a deep azure. What if I drowned myself in such an immaculate locale? What would they call it?

*A beautiful disaster?*

Fuck, I need a distraction. My mind wanders and settles on her. Dirty blonde hair cascades down one of her shoulders, rolling all the way to her waist. Her smile isn’t inviting. In fact, there’s barely a smile at all. Despite the rest of her body moving between shots, Nicole’s entire face remains still. Her lips stay in a thin line, as if she dares anyone to come up and make conversation.

Nicole’s face alone explained away her modelling career, she was this bombshell combination of sexy, sultry and exotic. Moving slightly further down, however, lay the reason she had amassed millions of followers. Or reasons. Two of them. Her tits are perky and large, barely covered by two burgundy triangles. Her bikini would be modest on a smaller frame, but it looked practically scandalous wrapped around her body, her tits spilling out on either side, giving everyone a healthy dose of side boob. She’s changing her pose now, pulling at her bikini strings, making them taut and letting her tits press into the fabric, her nipples poke into the wet cups.

*Jesus*

“Quite something isn’t she?” an unfamiliar voice snaps my attention away. “Trust me, mate, you ain’t got a chance”. Alexander Saint-Tropez pulls up the chair next to me, cocktail in hand. “Oh, don’t get me wrong, mate. Even I don’t stand a chance,” he adds before I have a chance to get offended.

“Even you?” I say it lightly, like a joke.

“Even me, mate. Even me” Alexander’s voice was grating, mainly because he was incessantly bookending all his sentences with the word mate, when the only part of him that was even remotely Australian was the pouch he had slung around his waist.

“Ay, no hard feelings from yesterday I hope?” he extends his arm out, which I duly shake with a grin and a “None whatsoever man.”

“She only fucks celebrities mate,” he says now. “Heard she fucked a couple of pop stars before they got married, and —” Alexander tilts his Raybans down his nose and brings his face close to me, “they didn’t even care when she refused to sign the N-D-A”.

“Fuck,” I exclaim, pushing my eyebrows all the way to my hairline. Alexander doesn’t speak sarcasm, so he responds with, “Right? Fuck me mate, I didn’t believe it too until she showed me a picture of her in bed with —–”.

The sound of the waves crashing just behind Nicole helped me tune out Alexander. I made sure to nod occasionally, with my gaze falling back onto the siren straddling a surfboard, her bikini bottoms being sucked into her ass crack, her sun-kissed bum cheeks bare – well, almost.

My mouth went dry, so I take another gulp of my long island. It’s my third. Or fifth.

“Jesus,” Alexander said suddenly, making me wonder if he had heard me earlier or if Nicole simply had a way of making people religious. I wonder how her face would look when she moaned ‘Oh God’ –

I pinch my eyelids together, squashing the thought until it’s gone. But then, my mind finally has vacant space once more, and it’s rapidly occupied by the situation developing back home – my restaurant being reviewed-bombed. We had over a hundred cancellations in just one fucking day, and the phone hasn’t stopped ringing.

Bea and I easily determined that it was indeed *her* Patrick that had done this. It took another forty minutes to discover that the slew of negative reviews were all courtesy of Patrick’s friends and acquaintances.

“Flag the reviews,” Bea suggested early this morning, before the sun had even begun to sneak a few rays out. I smiled politely, telling her I had done that an hour earlier, thinking it would only be a matter of time before the reviews were taken down.

“Tyler —,” Chris’ voice was deflated on the other end, his constant pauses and stutters that were meant to pacify me only served to do the opposite. “The reviews are legitimate”.

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The four words that left Chris’ mouth made my stomach flop, and my throat tighten, like it was full of bile.

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“They all ate here. All of them. Every single one”, Chris found new ways to rehash the same sentence, repeating it over and over as if he too didn’t believe it. “They have receipts. There are pictures of them in the reviews. I don’t think Google will take the reviews down”.

After flagging the final review and praying to the Google Gods Larry Page and Sergey Brin, I asked Chris to get some sleep and smack my laptop lid shut.

Bea’s fingers slid down my arms, and her hands found mine. “I’m sorry,” she murmured into my chest. It wasn’t her fault. No. It’s karma. Coming back to bite me in the ass for being an asshole. “It’s not your fault,” I replied then, looking straight ahead

Every time my eyes fell back onto Bea though, my mind suddenly ushered me towards thoughts of Patrick, and my blood began to curl, and I felt the bile rise in my throat again. I squeeze my fist into a ball, and feel the vein by my temples throb.

“Looks like someone’s hard,” Bea’s hand left mine and slithered towards my morning wood.

“Bea,” I whispered as her fingers circled around my cock. “Not now.”

But her hands don’t listen, and her palm rebelliously begin to pump me. “But you’re already hard, Tyler,” Bea’s morning voice was husky and sensuous.

“Bea, just because I’m hard —.”

“If I don’t listen to you, are you going to punish me?” Bea cuts in, her other hand, diving beneath her underwear, moving around in circles.

“Bea!” my voice is stern, my hand seizing Bea’s from my cock. “I’m not in the mood. Just because I’m hard doesn’t mean I want to fuck”.

I’m about to simmer down, and say ‘it’s fine’ in anticipation of her apology. But it never arrives. Instead, there’s a loud sigh. “You’ve got to stop overthinking, Tyler,” she says, kicking the sheets off and heading for the bathroom. “It’s getting old”. Her words cut, but her tone is what truly stings. It was jaded and annoyed. She made a point to let the door slam behind her before going out for an all-day shoot on the other side of the island.

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*How convenient.*

“Oh mate, she’s looking over here,” Alexander excitedly snapped me back into the now. “I may have a shot,” he whispers, clumsily trying out a few poses until he settles on one where his arms are obviously flexed, his toned arms lightly tensing in a very try-hard manner.Nicole was looking in our direction, but I could swear her eyes were on mine.

*All in my head*

Looking away, I gulp down a fair bit more of the murky alcohol, but when I turn back – Nicole’s grass green eyes still linger on me. In the corners of my periphery, I see Alexander’s neck swivel, his face staring at me, then back ahead. Then at me again.

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“Mate —,” there’s a long pause until the next words come out, like he’s still uncertain. “I think she’s checking *you* out”. He doesn’t even attempt mask his disappointment.

“Nah man, she’s not. Besides, I’m with Bea”.

“*With*,” Alexander says the word like he doesn’t understand what it means. “You mean, you and Bea are in a *relationship*?”.

“No. We just haven’t labelled it.”

“Mate — “. There it is again. The word, followed by another goddamn pause.

“Alex, just tell me what it is,” I impatiently say.

“Bea does this all the time. She gets a new guy, goes all-in. It’s deep, hard, fast. Every day, it’s a different kind of sex. You know why?” Alex lets the question hang there between us.

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I just raise my eyebrows at him, hoping he doesn’t make me say it. “Because she gets bored quickly. How long have you been together?”.

“Just over a month,” I reply, not knowing if my answer would be good or bad for me.

“Ah, then she’s probably just had unprotected sex with you.” Alex looks at me. “No? Not yet?,” he prods me, digging for more. “Well, if not yet, then very soon,” he continues when I give him nothing. She starts off worried, scared, and then she wants you to be more dominant. Then it’s the unprotected sex, then anal, then — .”

“Alex!” I interrupt him for the first time. “That’s not Bea. And that’s normal, isn’t it? How sex progresses between two people? It starts slow, then as two people trust each other it gets more intimate”.

“Oh honey,” Alex chortled. “She did the same thing to me, and a few other guys. “She always ends up skedaddling back to Patrick. It’s only a matter of time. Speaking of which, where is Bea?”.

“A shoot on the other side of the island”.

“There’s no shoot on the other side of the island”.

I briefly consider his response, but it comes from Alexander, and so I dismiss. “Bea said it’s only for a select few.” I don’t know why I lie for her, Bea said no such thing. “Maybe it’s exclusive,” I suggest, trying to gloss over my uncertainty, swallowing the rising bile again. “Why would she lie?” I ask Alexander as much as myself.

“Listen, I know we just met, but I can assure you there’s no other shoot taking place anywhere else right now. Every single photographer is here taking photos of Nicole. She’s the main draw. Even if there was a secret, exclusive photoshoot, don’t you think they’d want Nicole fucking Sharpe to be there?”. I began to hate him so much more then, because he was making perfect sense.

Both our gazes are drawn by the screech of the chair being pulled out in front of us, Nicole showing off her too white teeth, taking a seat at our table.

“Alexander! Who’s your friend?” she immediately inquires, brushing hair away from her nose, her too-perfect nose – one which looked like she had selected it out of a catalogue, likely pointing to the one labelled ‘The Lana Del Rey’.

There’s only three of us at the table, but it feels like more. Nicole has this magnetism about her, attracting the attention of everyone around, so when she sits with us, it feels as though the attention and eyes of the entire bar is with us as well. Like she’s cast a spell. It’s mildly unnerving, but I don’t let it show.

“This is Tyler. Tyler, meet Nicole Sharpe”.

“Tylerrr,” she lets the *r* roll off her tongue, like she’s trying it on for size. “Could you get me one of whatever Tyler is having?”. Initially, I think she’s asking a waiter behind me. But it’s Alexander who’s pushing his chair back and heading to the bar to fetch her a drink, *like he’s already under her spell*.

Nicole braces herself against the chair, crossing her legs tightly and subtly sticking her chest out, like she was setting a trap. I spot a silver necklace dangling in the little space of her cleavage. It’s only a moment, but Nicole spots my eyes wandering.

“You’re wondering if they’re real or fake, aren’t you?”.

Usually, I’d be baffled at how to respond. But not today. With rage fuelled alcohol flowing through me, I’m emboldened. “They’re fake,” I say matter-of-factly.

Nicole’s mouth hangs open, but not in shock, because she’s smiling. “What gave it away?” she continues, the grin still spreading across her face. “You know I’m in the room next to yours”. She stops, waiting for me to get her hint, but when I don’t, she continues. “Bea’s pretty loud. Sounds like you knew what you were doing”.

“Listen, I’m not interested,” I quickly dismiss her. Her words were stirring something in me, and I couldn’t let it spread.

“Oh?” her eyes widened and her eyebrow cocked. “But I haven’t told you what I’m offering,” her devious smile was yet to be wiped off. Her words were uttered slowly, every syllable trickling with temptation. Now I understand. This was her incantation, the spell that got men like Alexander instantly and permanently enchanted.

I’m about to push off my seat, but Nicole beats me to it, standing up and bending by me, a delicious aroma of seawater, wood and amber radiating off her when she brings her mouth to my ear. “I got off on the two of you yesterday,” she whispered, dropping something into my lap and then strolling towards the exit.

In the middle of my lap lay a dark red pair of panties, and there was a clear stain around the crotch area.

“Where’d she go?” Alexander’s face drops when he sees Nicole’s seat vacant, two Long Island iced teas in hand. My hands scamper to stuff Nicole’s underwear into my pocket.

^(Which photoshoot are you at?) I quickly type and send off the message to Bea, a moment of clarity hitting me. That’s when I realise I’m sobering up, my glass having been empty for some time.

When I tell Alexander Nicole’s gone, he extends me her drink. “I’ll find out if Bea’s lying,” he says without a prompt.

“Listen, that’s not necessary. I trust her.”

Did I, though? I thought of her lies to Patrick, to the words she spoke to him while my fingers were in her. The erotic memory was slowly eroding, morphing into something much more sinister and making my mind wander. What was stopping her from lying to me?

*Fuck*.

“If the only reason you’re not going to fuck Nicole Sharpe is Bea, then I’m not having it. Her real name is Nicole Aya by the way – she’s half American, half Korean or something”.

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Ordinarily, I would’ve called out the callous manner in which he uttered *or something.* But not today. An hour or so later, I’m back in my room at the hotel, and the moment I close the door, there’s a buzz from my pocket. When I pull out my phone, my fingers feel the brush of lace and I’m reminded of the other item shoved in there.

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There I was in a scene right out of a porno, holding a phone with a message from Bea in my right hand, and Nicole’s cum-stained panties in my left.

I take a deep breath, close my eyes and do the right thing – I check my phone.

^(You’re beginning to sound a lot like Patrick) – read the message.

Instantly, I press call. Bea picks up on the second ring, and I can hear faint bass thumping in the background.

“What is it, Tyler?”. Her tone is unchanged from our last encounter.

“Are you at a photoshoot? Be honest with me”.

“I don’t have time for this right now,” she dismisses me, and the line goes silent. She fucking hung up. My fingers fold all around the phone and I fling it onto the bed, my nostrils flaring.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, I wince at my situation and finally, finally take notice of Nicole’s panties – expensive lace and probably new. Slowly, I bring them closer and closer towards my nose. I can picture it now – her pussy so drenched, it began to soak her underwear, little spots at first and then as her juices pooled, the damp spot spread, staining the expensive fabric and marking it as distinctively hers. I inhale deeply into the fabric again and again, like I’m gulping down shots at a bar, her scent intoxicating me until I’m drunk on Nicole’s pussy.

There’s a sudden rap of knocks on the door, and I feel like a kid who’s just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. *No fucking way* I think, but when I open it, there she was – Nicole Aya standing in the doorway, like she could sense the very moment I finally sniffed her lacy red gift. Her gaze is drawn to the panties in my hand instantly, there’s no point hiding, and she takes this as an invitation to enter.

“Like my gift?” she smirked, striding in like she owned the room. You could tell she did this a lot – walked in a room and acted like it was hers. “The last person who I gave a pair to won a Grammy, so you should count yourself lucky”.

I want to ask who, but my thoughts are fuzzy, a dark red cloud hanging over me. When Nicole reaches the centre of the room, I’m right behind her. My arm sticks out, dangling Nicole’s red panties by her face. She takes the hint, pushing her nose into the fabric and inhaling herself, then smiling wickedly.

I feel the nerves in my body spark to life, a fire roaring in my core. My hands find the small of her hips. Nicole’s hands hook around my neck, her eyes meeting mine. I’m sure she sees it, what’s behind my gaze, my eyes dark and burrowing into hers. She licks her lips in response. “And I thought you’d be a challenge”, she jeered, and my lips are on her neck, kisses sinking down until I reach the soft spot by her collarbone, then climbing back up.

“Yes, that’s a good boy,” her hand pushes down on my neck, urging me into the crook of her’s. But her words, they make my grip on her stiffer, tighter. And then I’m spinning her around to face me.

As two of my fingers rove up her body, Nicole’s gaze follows them until they’re perched on the string between both the cups of her bikini, and then I tug down, the two triangles finally losing their grasp and her tits dropping out and into the open. She eyes at me when I finally see them, measuring my reaction.

They’re delicious, large and perky, her nipples long and begging to be sucked. That’s the first spot every guy would go to, the first every man under her spell probably darted towards. And that’s precisely why I don’t touch them.

“You want me to touch your tits, don’t you? To suck on your nipples. Bite them,” I goad.

Now it’s Nicole’s turn to remain mum. Her eyes, however, betray her, following my movements, pleading with me to touch her breasts. My fingers trace the contours of her ample chest, standing firm and ready. And then lightly, I graze a finger over one of her nipples, the touch sending a wave of pleasure washing over Nicole, her steely facade cracking with a needy whimper.

“You can mock me”. My fingers snake up her thigh, brushing past her hips, feeling the dip where the rest of her begins.

“You can tease me”. They lightly push the fabric of her bottoms to the side, stroking her pussy lips in circles, feeling them purr.

“You can claim you’re in control”. They graze her pussy lips from bottom to top, feeling the light bump where her clit resides, then teasingly trace the outline of her pussy all the way down. Immaculate.

“But you’re not. *I’m* in control” I growl, then take her earlobe in my mouth, my tongue swirling into the area below her helix.

“What makes you think I’m turned on?” Nicole spits back, one final hurrah, trying to wrest control back from me.

“I can feel your heart thumping fast, your pulse is racing. I can see your cheeks flush. You can try lying to me with your mouth, but your body,” I dip two fingers shallowly into her pussy, causing her hips to buck back into the wall, then my fingers lightly graze her nipples again, and I can feel them harden and fill with delight. “Your body can’t lie”.

“Fuck you Tyler”, Nicole curses at me, and then her lips are pressing against mine, our tongues tangling. My left hand goes to her thigh, finding the crook of her knee and lifting. Her hands wrap around my neck for balance. Without even looking, my right hand begins to rub the patch of fabric over her pussy, feeling her arousal grow and already begin to quiver.

Nicole moans into my mouth, as my fingers gather pace, until it’s too much, and she pulls her mouth free. “Push it to the side, Tyler,” she cries. “I want to feel you in me”.

“You want my fingers in you? Beg for it”.

Nicole tugs my bottom lip between her teeth, the sensation sending sparks down my body. She would rather not say it, but her breathing is growing ragged, deep and heaving. Finally, a soft word escapes her lips, like a secret. “Please,” she whispers.

“Louder,” I demand, her body now writhing, her hips jerking into my fingers, hoping she could somehow suck them in, her hungry pussy contracting, but only finding fabric instead of the flesh it desires. She desires.

“Please!,” she finally gasps. “Please Tyler, fucking please!”.

I push her onto the bed, chest first, and her back instinctively bends, her ass wiggling in the air. I yank down her bikini bottoms and immediately plunge one finger into her, then two.

The gasp that escapes her lips is filthy and raw, and her back arches even deeper, pushing her pussy closer to me and coaxing my tongue out. Finally, I cede and let my long tongue languish by her entrance, catching drops of juices dripping out, before I let it dart into her, pushing her pussy folds apart and diving as far as my tongue can go.

“Yes Tyler, just like that. Don’t stop, don’t stop,” she recites her incantation, her hips now finding rhythm and rocking into my face like allowing my tongue to fuck her and fill her hole. “Don’t fucking stop!,” she begged now, her groans getting more helpless.

A smack across her ass brings about a needy whimper. Another smack, and then another, until her whimpers and moans began to merge into a an insatiable sound just for me. I was playing her like she was my instrument, my fingers curling and strumming her soft spots, making her produce erotic music that made my cock grow and fill.

My tongue danced around her clit, long languid strokes from the bottom of her pussy lips, sharp flicks from the top and by her sides, *everywhere* but her clit.Her whimper told me she was getting impatient. But she knew the words now, the ones she had to utter. “My clit, please suck my clit —- fuck!”, she squealed, my mouth enveloping her clit, the bud ripening within. Growing. Hardening. This is how a woman must feel, I think, when a cock grows in her mouth. It makes me feel powerful, like I hold Nicole’s pleasure between my lips, and then I lightly press them together, her hips forcefully bucking into my face.

Nicole’s a sopping mess already, her pussy leaking and painting my face with her juices. Her moans are loud, louder than anyone I’ve ever met. She wants people to hear us, or she simply doesn’t care.

*Bea could be back at any minute.*

I don’t compare the two, Bea and Nicole. How their bodies were different, how their moans varied, how they both tasted. No. Bea doesn’t even cross my mind at all. Bea wanted me to dominate her, but the urge to ruin Nicole, to dominate her is different. It isn’t manufactured. It’s pure lust. Lust that solely occupies my mind and fuels my every single movement.

That’s when I spot Bea’s bottle of coconut oil peeking out beside the bed. With my free hand, I pick it up and quickly open the bottle, tipping out a generous amount over Nicole’s ass.

“Mmmm”, Nicole gyrates as I spread the oil all over her cheeks, slapping one then the other, my palm now sticking.

“That’s a good girl”, I say. “Do you want my finger in your ass?”.

Nicole nods, not being able to find the words initially, her face drained, looking like she’s about to pass out from the delirium. “Mhmmm,” she finally slurs.

I tease the entrance of her asshole, encircling it with the thumb from my other hand.

“Tyler, quickly. I’m going to cum”.

“Did I say you could cum?”. I want to make her wait, but longer this time, until she’s writhing and thrashing.

Nicole lets out a strangled moan, and she gulps, so audibly I can hear her. She’s growling, her thighs are tightening, trying to hold back her climax that’s building and spreading all across her being.

Slowly, I let my thumb push past the resistance, and dip into the entrance of her asshole.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck Tyler,” Nicole cried out, her hands looking for something, anything to claw, finally gripping the pillow by her head and digging in her nails. “Deeper,” she requested, her ass willing my thumb to go further. “Deeper…. please,” she pleaded again.

I smiled, and slowly pushed in further and further, feeling her asshole slowly but surely submit and let my thumb all the way in, widening and then closing in all around it. I pictured the same tightness engulfing my cock, and I could actually feel it twitch with anticipation.

I could feel Nicole break under my control, the fingers of my right hand buried deep within her pussy, the thumb of my left thrusting in her asshole and my mouth goading her succulent bud, making her bathe my face with more and more of her goodness.

“I’m going to cum, Tyler. I can’t hold it in any — “.

“Not yet,” I said and yet, I maintained my rhythm.

Nicole thrashed, her hands wildly balling into fists, trying to hold ecstasy back.“Tyler, I —,” Nicole cried out. “I —- mngggg,” Nicole bit down on her lower lip, and released more loud grunts, the last of her resistance dissolving in a puddle of her own pleasure.

“Tyler, can I cum? Please Tyler, please please please …. ”.

“Whose pussy is this?” I ask, feeling Nicole clench her stomach, her pussy throbbing right in my face, using every muscle she can to cling on.

“Your pussy, Tyler”, she screamed. “This is your pussy”, she spat out, almost in tears.

“Cum for me Nicole,” I finally permitted.

Nicole wailed, releasing an almighty sob and lost control of her body, her mind bursting into a million bright little flecks like fireworks. Her back arched more and more until her ass buried my face. Her pussy gushed, squirting and flooding my face with her cum. Her right arm contorted at random, and her fingers curled. Like a parched man in a barren desert finally finding a source of fluid, I lapped up every drop of Nicole’s cum and elixir that I could, groaning at how good she tasted.

“That’s a good girl”, I trail kisses down her back, each peck making her back jerk ever so slightly, every single touch prickling her sensitive skin. She’s flush all over, her face a mess, and she composes herself before she lets me see her again. Nicole limply rolls over, and our mouths meet, letting her taste herself.

The colour is slowly returning to her cheeks when she lightly pushes me back. I step off the bed, while Nicole gets on all fours, crawling towards the edge. “My turn,” she greedily eyes my bulge, my cock already peeping out of my boxer briefs. “No wonder Bea made so much noise, you’re so fucking thick”, Nicole admired. “I need your cock in me. Fuck you’re going to stretch me out — ,” she practically drooled. But the moment she touches my cock, I step back, eliciting a confused look from Nicole.

“What the fuck?” she blurted.

“You want to taste my cock? Feel it in you? Well, you’ll have to wait”.

I can tell Nicole thinks I’m joking, until I pull my boxer briefs back up.

“Sorry?” her lips curve downwards, her eyes not knowing where to look. “I’m offering to suck your dick, and you’re saying no? To me?”. Even as she says the words, I can tell she can’t believe them. “Fuck. You. Tyler,” she flashes me a middle finger. “You don’t play games with me”. Nicole had well and truly slipped back into her facade.

I follow her towards the door after she pulls her bikini back on, and just as she’s about to grip the handle, I put an arm around her and pull her close. “I’m going to fuck Bea tonight, and I’ll make sure she screams,” I say in a tone that’s alien to me. I see Nicole’s breath hitch, and I know she’s listening. “I want you to play with yourself again when I we fuck. I want you to listen, and imagine my cock fucking you when I fuck her. And when you’re done,” I pause, “I want another pair of your cum-stained panties”. My lips peck her cheek, signalling she’s allowed to leave.

When Nicole opens the door, there’s a pale faced doorman there who looks like he’s seen a ghost. “Sir —-,” he chokes out. “We’ve got multiple complaints from other guests of excessive noise coming from this room,” he says quickly. “Could you please — please keep it down?”.

“Sorry,” I waved him off, wondering just how long he’d been out there listening. Nicole simply struts back to her room, head held high, wearing the noise complaint like a fucking badge of honour.

The smell of sex wafts throughout the room, and Nicole squirting ensured no amount of sprays nor clean up would rid of the aroma anytime soon. Quickly, I arrange for a room switch and moved all our things to a room just opposite, wondering if Nicole would still be able to hear us.

Bea returned a couple of hours later, giggling and reeking of alcohol, the straps of her top sliding down her shoulder. There was no attempt to explain herself, and she instead began by asking if I had stopped overthinking.

“Yes”, was my curt response. She immediately straddled me, clumsily kissing me and nibbling my neck. I wondered if she could taste Nicole on me when her tongue was in my mouth. How different Nicole tasted, a dash more spicy, less sweet. I fucked Bea that day harder than I had in the past. I wrapped her own panties around her wrists and then pounded her from behind until she erupted in a climax I was certain the entire floor heard.

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It’s only when we’re done that Bea eases into my arms, tilting her chin towards me.

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“What are we Bea?” the words just flow out of me. “I felt like I was nothing to you. Like I had no right to even ask you where you were.”

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“Tyler, I can’t do a relationship right now,” she says through closed eyes. “But it doesn’t mean I won’t at some point,” she adds quickly, before I can respond. “I just needed some space today. I had a couple of drinks with old friends”she confesses. And then she says the one word that sends the a thousand pound weight crashing down over my shoulders. “Sorry”.

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My chest is tight, and the truth nearly tumbles out my mouth right then and there, but when I swallow before speaking, Bea continues. “Tyler, I – I want you to fuck me raw”.

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Despite feeling like the shittiest person in the world, I knew I was slowly becoming the villain in my very own story when a fleeting thought crossed my mind – could I eat my cake and have it too?

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