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Maybe I’m having a mid-life crisis?That would explain a lot.
“We’d love one!” Charlize says, before the others get a chance to answer.
I call the waiter over.
“What’ll it be?” I ask.
“Three screaming orgasms, please,” she replies, completely straight-faced.
I’m glad I’m not taking a sip of my scotch because I would have just spluttered it all over myself.
I nod to the waiter and order myself another scotch, then tell him to keep them coming. I’m gonna need it if I’m to get through this conversation.
“Aren’t vacations just the best?” she goes on as I wonder why Ariana is acting so shy.
I try to imagine those words coming out of Ariana’s mouth and I hide my smirk.
“Especially when you get to lie around and suntan all day while enjoying multiple orgasms, surrounded by a beautiful view and beautiful women,” I reply as I lower my sunglasses. “What’s not to love?”
“All work and no play?” the quieter one, Imogen asks, nodding to my laptop.
“I’m a CEO of a very large firm and multiple businesses, so my work never stops I’m afraid.”
“Wow, what do you do?” Charlize asks, as I try not to monopolize staring at Ariana the whole time.
“I own an advertising company, and real estate, commercial businesses mainly. I travel a lot, but this is the first real vacation I’ve had in three years.”
“Is it true that you have your own plane?” she asks as the others balk.
“Charlz! You can’t ask people that!” Ariana chastises, facepalming herself.
I grin into my glass. “You ask a lot of questions.”
“So that’s a yes?”
I roll my eyes. “It’s a company plane; I use it for business. Hence why I traveled here by a commercial jet.”
Her friend needs a good spanking for being so direct. Not that I’ll be the one to give it to her.
Yeah, I like some kinky shit. Spanking is definitely one of them, in the right circumstance.
I try not to imagine Ariana bent over my knee in her white bikini, her tits spilling out the front as I remove her bottoms…
“Three screaming orgasms,” the waiter interrupts as he crouches down, and hands each of the girls a tall, decorated glass, with a straw and umbrella in each one.
I make my move; I have to get into the cold water and cool my body down before I fucking combust.
I’m not sane.
I’m clearly going through something, and I may need to call my therapist.
I dive in and glide through the water, not coming up until I’m halfway down the pool, and I continue on until I get to the wall at the other side. When I turn around, they’re all watching me.
Fucking great.
I swim back to them, going to the left of the wall, closest to Ariana.
“How is your orgasm?” I ask, knowing I should give it a rest, but it’s like my brain has no filter at the moment.
