Heat in Paradise

Scene 1 - Arrival

The warm, humid air wrapped around Pauline like a silk veil the moment she stepped off the shuttle van. The scent of sea salt and frangipani lingered in every breath, and the low murmur of waves crashing against the shore mixed with distant reggae rhythms echoing from the hotel bar. Paradise--it felt unreal.

She paused for a moment, her suitcase forgotten beside her, as her eyes swept over the gleaming white façade of the resort. The glass doors reflected the sunlight like diamonds, and just beyond them, she could glimpse a pool surrounded by palm trees and cabanas, the turquoise water glistening.

"God, it's even better than the photos," Vivian said behind her, adjusting her sunglasses and tugging the strap of her crop top back onto her shoulder. "I swear, if I don't leave here with at least one night I regret, I've done something wrong."

Pauline gave a soft laugh, one that didn't quite reach her eyes.

"You mean another night you regret," Camila teased, bumping Vivian's hip with hers as she passed by.

Vivian rolled her eyes and leaned into Pauline's ear. "Relax. We're in Jamaica. No more wedding planners, no more floral samples, no more mommy-approved dress fittings. Just sun, cocktails, and... possibilities."

Pauline smiled but tugged down the hem of her white linen skirt as they entered the cool marble lobby. Even in paradise, she couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching, judging. James' voice echoed in her memory: Be safe. Don't do anything you wouldn't do if I were there.

And yet, something about the air here--it made her chest tighten, her skin prickle.

Freedom felt dangerous.

2 - The Suite

The suite was a dream. Two bedrooms, a living area with ocean views, and a private balcony framed by gauzy white curtains that swayed with the breeze. As soon as the door clicked shut behind them, shoes were kicked off and bags tossed aside with carefree laughter.

"Dibs on the big bed!" Vivian shouted, sprinting past the others and flopping face-down onto the master bed, her ass lifted slightly by the bounce of the mattress.

Camila rolled her eyes. "You literally always call dibs. One day it's not going to work."

"But today's not that day," Vivian purred, stretching like a cat and glancing toward Pauline. "You should take it, bride-to-be. Queen of the weekend and all."

Pauline hesitated, then shook her head with a soft smile. "You can have it. I don't think I'll be sleeping much anyway."

There was a silence, just long enough to be noticeable.

Vivian sat up, tilting her head. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Jet lag," Pauline said quickly, already moving toward her suitcase. But her fingers lingered a moment too long on the zipper.

They all unpacked slowly, peeling off the clothes they'd traveled in. The air-conditioning cooled their skin as bikinis and sundresses replaced jeans and hoodies. Pauline slipped into a white one-piece with a deep, scooped back. Modest, elegant--James had helped her pick it. But when she turned, she caught a glimpse of Vivian in the mirror, pulling on a black thong bikini that hugged her hips like sin.

Camila chose a cherry-red set, sporty and sexy. Her long legs stretched as she stepped into the bottoms, her blonde hair already up in a loose bun.

Pauline tried not to stare. They were her best friends. She was used to this. But something about the Caribbean heat made everything feel more exposed.

Vivian caught her looking.

"Don't act so shocked. You've seen me in less." She winked, walking over with a bottle of local rum she'd already found in the minibar. "Time for a toast."

Glasses clinked.

"To the last weekend before you become Mrs. Very Serious," Vivian said.

"To sun, sweat, and sins we won't tell," added Camila with a grin.

Pauline raised her glass last. "To friendship... and not doing anything stupid."

But her voice trembled just slightly.

And the rum burned sweet on her tongue.

Scene 3 - Poolside Heat

The pool was carved like a lagoon, its water a shimmering turquoise that reflected the late afternoon sun in a thousand tiny diamonds. Lounge chairs lined the curved edges, occupied by bronzed bodies and the occasional couple wrapped in whispered flirtation. This was no family-friendly resort. The air itself buzzed with sensuality.

A DJ under a thatched-roof cabana played a mix of soft house and island beats, the rhythm slow, suggestive. Waiters in linen shirts and bare feet floated between sunbeds with trays of cocktails--bright oranges and pinks and deep blues, each garnished with a slice of tropical fruit or a twist of mint.

Vivian stretched out on her lounger, legs glistening with tanning oil, a mojito in hand and her black bikini unapologetically commanding attention.

"I could live here," she sighed, letting her head fall back. "I don't even need a man. Just this drink and that view."

Camila chuckled, dipping her toes in the water. "Five minutes in and you've already got two guys staring."

Vivian didn't even look. "Let them stare. We're the main event."

Pauline sat more carefully on the edge of her lounger, her white swimsuit modest against the explosion of skin around her. Her daiquiri sat untouched in her hand, the condensation dripping down her fingers. She scanned the crowd--not with intent, but with nervous curiosity.

She wasn't used to being in places like this. Places where eyes lingered, where rules melted in the heat.

Camila leaned toward her. "You okay?"

Pauline nodded, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. "Yeah. Just... new energy."

"That's the point," Vivian said, raising her glass. "To soak in every drop of it."

As they sat, a group of men passed by, laughing in low voices, glancing at the girls. One of them caught Pauline's eye--a tall, dark-skinned man with broad shoulders and slow, confident steps. He didn't look over. He didn't need to. He knew eyes were already on him.

Vivian followed Pauline's gaze and smiled faintly. "Now that's some energy."

Pauline blinked, pulling her eyes away.

The man disappeared into the far side of the pool, where a small bar was half-submerged in the water.

"I think this trip might be good for you," Vivian added, sipping her mojito. "Even if you don't do anything... it's nice to feel wanted, isn't it?"

Pauline didn't answer.

But she finished her daiquiri in three slow sips.

Vivian leaned closer, her voice dropping slightly. "By the way... you know what they say about guys like him, right?"

Camila raised an eyebrow. "Don't start."

Vivian laughed. "Come on. We all know the stereotype. Black guys? Big cocks. It's not even a rumor anymore--it's practically science."

Camila rolled her eyes. "You can't just say stuff like that."

"But it's true," Vivian said with a shrug. "I've tested the theory. A few times."

Pauline looked down at her glass, swirling the melting ice. "It's not about size," she said softly, though her voice didn't carry conviction.

Vivian smirked. "Spoken like someone who's never really had a reason to care."

A moment of silence fell between them.

The music thumped in the background, the sunlight warm on their skin. But something had shifted--just slightly--in the air.

And none of them could quite name it.

Pauline set her glass down and leaned back on her elbows, trying to let the sun distract her from the sudden weight in her chest.

Vivian wasn't done.

"So... James," she said, swirling her straw between her lips. "He's, what, thirty-five? I always forget."

"Thirty-five," Pauline replied without looking at her. "Why?"

Vivian grinned. "Just wondering. Older men tend to know what they're doing... or at least they should."

Camila gave her a warning glance, but Vivian pressed on, eyes gleaming with mischief. "But I mean--tell us, bride-to-be. What's he packing? Like, actually. Is it true what they say about white guys being... underwhelming?"

Pauline's head snapped toward her. "Viv."

"What?" she said innocently. "We're among friends. assfe space. Alcohol. Swimsuits. Secrets. That's the whole point of this trip."

Camila chuckled awkwardly. "You're such a menace."

Vivian shrugged. "I'm just saying... we've all had that moment, right? When you finally get the pants off and you're like... oh." She made a small gesture with her fingers, smirking. "And it's not even cold."

Camila laughed louder this time, covering her mouth. Pauline blushed, heat rising up her neck.

She opened her mouth to speak, then closed it again.

Vivian's eyes sparkled. "Pauline. Come on. You've been with him for what--two years? You have to know."

Pauline took a breath. "James is... fine."

"'Fine'," Vivian repeated with mock seriousness. "Oof. That is the saddest word a woman can use when talking about a cock."

Pauline gave her a half-hearted glare. "You're impossible."

"And you are deflecting," Vivian shot back, then leaned in closer, her voice lowering. "You ever wonder what it's like to be with someone who isn't just fine? Someone who makes you gasp when he drops his towel? Someone who doesn't fit so easily?"

Pauline looked away, but her silence said enough.

Vivian smiled slowly, like a hunter who had just grazed her mark.

Camila shook her head, but even she was hiding a grin. "Okay, okay. Enough. This is her weekend, not an interrogation."

Vivian leaned back in her chair with a satisfied sigh, the sunlight dancing over her oiled skin. "Exactly. It's her weekend. So maybe it's time she stopped living like a nun and started acting like a woman who's about to kiss goodbye her freedom."

Pauline's heart thudded. The words kiss goodbye echoed inside her like a warning bell and a dare all at once.

She reached for the second daiquiri the waiter had just set down beside her.

This one, she didn't sip.

She drank.

Scene 4 - Between Us

The sun had started to dip, painting the sky in streaks of orange and rose as the girls wrapped up their poolside lounging. They walked barefoot along the stone paths back toward the suite, wrapped in light towels, their wet hair catching the breeze. The hotel grounds were quiet in that soft hour before evening truly began.

Back in the suite, the mood had changed--more relaxed, more intimate. Camila disappeared into the bathroom first, humming softly under the steaming water.

Pauline and Vivian lingered in the bedroom, pulling off damp swimsuits and toweling their skin. Pauline caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror--her breasts still glistening slightly from tanning oil, her cheeks flushed from sun and rum.

Vivian, topless and drying her hair with a towel, looked over her shoulder. "You've got really nice boobs, you know."

Pauline blinked. "What?"

"I'm serious," Vivian said, stepping closer. "Like, perfect shape. I'd kill for that symmetry."

Pauline laughed, a little embarrassed. "They're just... B. Not much to kill for."

Vivian rolled her eyes. "Yeah, but they sit like they were sculpted. Look at mine." She cupped her own C-sized breast, tilting slightly. "They're heavier. I swear they move like they have their own opinions."

Pauline chuckled, unable to help her curiosity. "Can I?"

Vivian raised a brow, then nodded. "Go for it."

Pauline reached out, hesitantly cupping one, testing the weight, then quickly pulled back with a sheepish grin. "Okay, yeah. You win. Those are intense."

They both laughed.

Camila's voice called out from the bathroom. "You two getting frisky out there?"

Vivian shouted back, "Just a little science!"

Pauline rolled her eyes, cheeks pink. But something in the ease of it all made her feel light again.

Just girls being girls.

And for a moment, that was enough.

The golden hour bathed the suite in honeyed light as the three girls began to dress for the evening. The buzz of the pool still lingered in their bodies, softened now by the calm quiet of the room and the rhythmic rush of the shower.

Camila stood in front of the closet, wrapped in a white towel that clung just above her chest. Her skin still held a faint blush from the sun. She pulled out a soft white bra with light padding and matching panties--simple, elegant, just like her. The set hugged her curves as she adjusted the straps in front of the full-length mirror.

Vivian had already slipped into her black lace thong, the sheer fabric contrasting boldly against her caramel skin. She wore no bra, letting her natural C-cup breasts hang freely for now, her hair half-dried and falling down her back. She rummaged through her makeup bag on the vanity, lips pursed in focus.

"Are we doing heels or sandals?" she asked without looking up.

Camila shrugged. "Depends. Are we going out after?"

"I vote yes," Vivian replied with a grin. "This is the calm before the storm."

Pauline emerged from the bathroom last, towel wrapped tightly around her torso, hair freshly washed and coiled into a bun. Her cheeks were pink from the heat, her eyes slightly glazed from the daiquiris.

She walked to the bed and pulled her outfit from her suitcase with care--a deep emerald green lace bralette and a matching thong. The lingerie was soft, delicate, not meant to be seen, but to be felt. She slipped it on slowly, smoothing the fabric over her skin, then reached for her dress.

"You're really wearing that one?" Camila asked gently, watching as Pauline stepped into the silky green gown.

Pauline nodded. "Too much?"

"No," Vivian said immediately, turning to look. "It's stunning. Backless, flowy, silky... you'll be breaking hearts in the salad bar."

Pauline laughed, adjusting the straps. The fabric clung to her waist and hips, falling loose below, brushing her thighs with every movement.

Vivian pulled on her own black halter dress--a fitted, short piece that hugged every curve. She went braless, as always, letting the cut speak for itself.

Camila chose a light beige two-piece: a high-waisted skirt and a cropped wrap top that tied just beneath her bust. It was fresh, casual, sexy in a quiet way.

They gathered around the mirror, brushing hair, sharing mascara, trading lipstick shades. The scent of coconut lotion and perfume filled the room.

"Do you think we'll run into him again?" Camila asked casually.

"Who?" Pauline replied, but she already knew.

Vivian smirked. "Tall. Dark. Confidence incarnate. I hope so."

Pauline pretended to focus on her earrings. "I didn't even notice."

Vivian raised a brow. "You noticed."

A pause. Pauline smiled to herself, just barely.

Maybe she had.

Scene 5 - Downstairs Dinner

The door of the suite closed behind them with a soft click. The hallway was quiet, lined with subtle lighting and the distant hum of soft jazz from the lobby below.

Vivian led the way, hips swaying confidently in her fitted dress, her heels clicking against the polished floor. Camila walked beside her, relaxed and glowing, while Pauline followed just behind, clutching her small clutch bag a little too tightly.

"You know," Vivian said as they waited for the elevator, "I read that the food here is so good people propose during dessert."

"I hope you're not expecting that tonight," Camila teased.

Vivian smirked. "God no. I want dessert, not commitment."

The elevator chimed open and the doors slid apart to reveal a group of three guys--late twenties, all sun-kissed and fresh from the pool. Their shirts were open, their laughter easy. They paused mid-conversation when they saw the girls.

Pauline instinctively stepped back, but Vivian stepped forward.

"Well, hello," she said, flashing a smile as she stepped inside.

The guys shifted to make room, one of them--a tall brunette with a sharp jawline and a surfer's tan--meeting Vivian's eyes with interest. "Evening," he said, his voice low and amused.

Camila gave a polite nod and leaned against the mirrored wall, amused.

Pauline kept her gaze low, watching the floor numbers light up one by one.

"First night?" the guy asked.

"Yes," Vivian replied. "Yours?"

"Just got in," he said. "Celebrating a birthday. You ladies headed to dinner?"

"Dinner, drinks, bad decisions," Vivian said sweetly. "In that order."

The elevator dinged again.

Lobby.

As the doors opened, the guy leaned closer and whispered something in Vivian's ear--too quiet for the others to catch. She laughed, low and genuine.

"Maybe we'll see you later," she said, turning as they stepped out.

"Count on it," he called after her.

As they walked across the lobby toward the restaurant, Camila raised an eyebrow. "Already?"

Vivian grinned. "I'm just warming up."

Pauline didn't say anything.

But for some reason, her heart was beating faster.

The restaurant sat beneath a pergola laced with vines and fairy lights, open to the warm Caribbean air. The scent of grilled seafood and spices floated around them, blending with the low murmur of conversations and clinking glasses. Candlelight flickered on white linen tablecloths, casting a golden glow over everything.

The hostess led them to a table near the edge, with a view of the moonlight shimmering on the ocean beyond.

Pauline smoothed the skirt of her dress as she sat, the silk cool against her thighs. Vivian ordered a bottle of white wine before the menus even touched the table.

"I could get used to this," Camila said, settling into her chair and slipping off her sandals beneath the table. "Barefoot, wine, ocean breeze... it feels like we're in a movie."

"Yeah," Vivian replied, glancing around. "Except in this movie, I better have a damn good kissing scene."

Pauline laughed, but softly. Her fingers played with the stem of her glass.

"Okay," Camila said, leaning forward. "Let's talk about something we won't regret. What's one thing each of us wants to do this weekend--something for ourselves."

Vivian raised her eyebrows. "Is this a feelings game disguised as fun?"

"It's a friendship game," Camila said, smiling. "Play along."

Vivian poured the wine. "Fine. I want to flirt shamelessly. Maybe kiss a stranger. No drama, just a little fire."

Camila nodded. "Fair. I want to dance barefoot. Somewhere with sand and bad decisions."

They both turned to Pauline, who looked down for a moment, then up with a gentle smile. "I just want to feel... free. Even for a little bit."

Vivian's gaze softened. She reached out and clinked her glass against Pauline's. "Then let's toast to that."

"To freedom," Camila added.

They drank.

As the first course arrived--fresh ceviche with mango and lime--Pauline leaned back, letting the flavors and the warmth and the company wrap around her like a second skin.

Somewhere behind her, laughter rose from a nearby table.

She didn't turn to look.

But something told her that someone was watching.

The second course arrived--grilled octopus over warm quinoa salad. A soft breeze rustled the leaves above, carrying snippets of music from a nearby patio.

Pauline poked gently at her food, then looked up at Vivian across the candlelit table.

"Can I ask you something?"

Vivian leaned back, sipping her wine. "Always."

"How do you do it?" Pauline asked. "Be so... relaxed. Flirt with strangers. Tease guys in elevators. Don't you ever think about your boyfriend?"

Camila's fork paused mid-air.

Vivian smiled, not surprised. "Of course I think about him. I just don't let that stop me from being myself."

Pauline hesitated. "And he's okay with that?"

Vivian shrugged, running a finger along the rim of her glass. "He wasn't, at first. We had our fights. But he knows me. He knows I don't lie, and I don't sneak around. If I'm being playful, it's just that--play. He can either take me as I am... or not at all."

There was a silence. Not heavy, but reflective.

Camila finally spoke. "I couldn't do that. I mean, I love being playful, sure--but not like that. I wouldn't feel comfortable. I'd feel like I was hiding something even if I wasn't."

Pauline nodded slowly. "assme. I've never even thought about... stepping over any line. It would eat me alive."

Vivian gave them both a soft smile. Not mocking. Just different. "That's fair. We all love in our own way. Some people love with walls, some with windows."

"And you?" Camila asked.

Vivian raised her glass. "No walls. No windows. Just the door wide open. If you want to stay, stay."

Pauline looked down at her plate, her stomach fluttering.

She thought of James.

And wondered--just for a second--what it would feel like to leave the door open.

Vivian leaned back, stretching slightly. "Okay, girls... I know we talked about drinks at the bar, but honestly? I'm wrecked."

Camila nodded. "assme. I feel like I've been awake for two days straight."

Pauline smiled. "So... we grab a couple drinks to go and take them up to the room?"

Vivian raised her glass. "To starting slow."

Camila clinked hers gently. "To energy reserves."

Pauline held up her glass last. "And to tomorrow being... interesting."

They toasted one last time, letting the moment linger.

And just like that, their first night in paradise ended with warmth, laughter, and the kind of quiet that only comes with real friendship.

Scene 6 - Pillow Talk

The suite was dimly lit when they returned, the only light coming from the bathroom and the balcony where the curtains billowed lazily with the breeze.

Each girl had changed into pajamas--light, soft fabrics against sun-kissed skin. Camila wore a loose white tank and shorts, Vivian had on a silky black camisole that barely reached mid-thigh, and Pauline chose a pale green sleep dress that clung just enough to draw the eye without trying.

They'd brought up three cocktails from the bar--each in a short glass, cold and strong--and now sat cross-legged on the bed, barefoot and glowing.

Vivian held her glass aloft. "To the first night."

Camila clinked hers. "To surviving the flight."

Pauline smiled, her head resting against the headboard. "To not doing anything... yet."

They laughed, the kind of laugh that comes easy after wine and sun and shared memories.

Vivian tucked her legs under her and looked at the other two. "Do you remember the first time we all drank together? That sleepover at my place in tenth grade?"

Camila groaned. "You made margaritas with lime juice and Sprite."

"And vodka," Vivian added proudly. "My finest creation."

Pauline giggled. "We thought we were so rebellious."

"You threw up in my mom's planter," Camila said.

"I watered it," Pauline corrected, holding up a finger.

They laughed again, louder this time. The tension of travel and expectations melted into something softer--just girls being girls again.

After a while, the laughter faded into a comfortable silence. Camila sipped from her glass and asked, "So... what do you think tomorrow brings?"

Vivian grinned. "Trouble."

Pauline just looked out at the balcony, the moonlight touching her bare legs.

"Maybe something unexpected," she whispered.

And the night, soft and slow, wrapped around them like a secret.

Just as the last drops of their drinks disappeared, Pauline's phone buzzed on the nightstand.

She glanced at the screen and her stomach tightened.

James.

She hesitated, then answered. "Hey."

Vivian and Camila exchanged a look but stayed quiet, sipping what was left of their cocktails.

"Yeah, we're back at the hotel... No, we didn't go out... Just dinner."

A pause. Pauline sat up straighter. "No, James. I didn't dress 'too sexy.' It was just a dress."

Her voice had sharpened. Barely. But enough.

"I'm not surrounded by guys. I'm with them. My best friends."

Another silence. Pauline's fingers gripped the edge of the blanket.

Vivian mouthed, Seriously?

"No, you're not being protective. You're being... exhausting." She stopped herself. "Look, I'm tired. I'll call you tomorrow."

She hung up, her face flushed--not from rum or laughter this time.

Camila reached out first, placing a hand gently on Pauline's leg. "You okay?"

Pauline nodded slowly, then shook her head. "He just... he doesn't trust this. Any of it. I said I needed this trip, and now he's acting like I'm doing something wrong just for being here."

Vivian scoffed. "That's not love, babe. That's control."

"He's not like that all the time."

"Doesn't matter," Camila said softly. "Right now, you're here. With us. And you don't owe anyone guilt for breathing."

Vivian slid closer, wrapping an arm around Pauline's shoulders. "Forget about him. For three days. That's all. Just... let go."

Pauline closed her eyes, exhaling slowly.

The night wasn't as soft anymore.

But the warmth of her friends held her together.

After a while, the tension from the call began to melt into the rhythm of routine.

Vivian stood up with an exaggerated yawn. "Okay, I'm brushing my teeth before I fall asleep with rum breath."

"assme," Camila said, stretching. "I don't want to wake up with a mouth like sandpaper."

In the bathroom, they took turns at the sink, bumping shoulders and giggling as they squeezed into the mirror. Pauline lingered the longest, looking at her reflection. Her face softened by heat, hair still a little damp, and eyes holding a quiet sadness she didn't bother to hide.

Camila was the first to retreat to her room. "Goodnight, ladies. If I dream of something intense... I'm keeping it to myself." She closed the door with a sleepy grin.

Vivian and Pauline climbed into the big bed of the main room, slipping under the cool sheets.

"You sure you're okay?" Vivian asked, already halfway curled on her side.

Pauline nodded. "Yeah... thanks for not saying 'I told you so.'"

Vivian turned off the bedside lamp. "I love you too much for that."

A moment of quiet settled between them.

"Goodnight, Viv."

"Goodnight, P."

And just like that, their first day ended--with the soft hush of distant waves, the breeze rustling the curtains, and the moonlight slipping gently across the room.

Scene 7 - No More Phones

Morning light spilled gently into the suite, filtered through gauzy curtains that danced in the breeze. The air smelled faintly of sea salt and coconut lotion, and the only sounds were the distant waves and Camila humming softly in the bathroom.

Pauline sat on the edge of the bed, scrolling through her phone while still in her sleep dress. Her brow furrowed slowly as she read the latest message.

James

"You didn't call me when you woke up. Are you really that busy? Or just too distracted to remember I exist?"

Her thumb hovered above the screen. The knot in her chest tightened.

Vivian, still half-wrapped in a sheet, blinked awake and sat up. "He texted again?"

Pauline nodded, biting her lip.

Vivian reached out. "Give me that."

"Viv..."

"Pauline." Her voice was gentle, but firm. "It's your bachelorette trip. You're supposed to be laughing, getting tan lines, drinking fruity crap with umbrellas--not stress-texting with your fiancé every ten minutes."

Pauline hesitated, then handed over the phone.

Vivian unlocked it, thumbs flying.

"What are you doing?"

"Something you'll thank me for later."

Vivian (from Pauline's phone)

"Hey James, it's Viv. Just a heads-up--Pauline's off the grid for a bit. If anything urgent comes up, text me or Camila. Otherwise, let her enjoy her last days of freedom. Thanks!"

She locked the phone and placed it gently in the minibar drawer.

Pauline stared at her.

Vivian shrugged. "You'll survive twenty-four hours without him. And more importantly--he will too."

Camila walked out of the bathroom drying her hair. "Did I just hear something wonderful?"

"Phone detox," Vivian said proudly.

Camila grinned. "Finally."

Pauline ran a hand through her hair, exhaling. "He's just... used to being in touch. Constantly. It's how he shows he cares."

"Or how he shows he's insecure," Vivian countered.

"It's not that simple."

"Maybe not," Camila said gently, sitting beside her. "But this trip is supposed to be simple. You, us, and whatever this place throws at us."

Vivian nudged her shoulder. "Let go a little, P. He'll still be there when we get back. But this? Us? This only happens once."

Pauline looked at both of them, then out toward the sunlight on the balcony.

And for the first time that morning, she smiled.

The energy in the suite shifted from sleepy to sunlit as the girls got ready for the morning. Towels hung from the bathroom door, the faint sound of music playing from Camila's phone as makeup bags opened and swimsuits were swapped for casual wear.

Vivian stood at the mirror in a white crop top and distressed denim shorts, brushing her lashes with practiced ease. "I want something flowy but flirty," she muttered, then added hoop earrings with a smirk. "Perfect."

Camila wore a breezy sundress with her hair in a loose braid, finishing it off with a straw bag slung over one shoulder.

Pauline took her time, slipping into a soft yellow romper that matched the glow returning to her face. She applied just a touch of mascara, letting her freckles and sun-kissed skin speak for themselves.

"You look like you belong on a travel ad," Camila told her.

Pauline smiled. "Fake it 'til you feel it, right?"

Vivian handed each of them their sunglasses. "Alright, ladies. First stop--breakfast. Then we shop like we've just won the lottery."

They laughed, grabbed their bags, and headed out the door, sandals clicking softly against the tiled hallway.

Scene 8 - Breakfast and Shopping

The hotel's outdoor terrace restaurant was shaded by broad umbrellas and surrounded by lush greenery. The scent of fresh coffee and baked pastries drifted through the warm air as the girls settled into a corner table with a view of the ocean.

"Okay," Vivian said as she stabbed a slice of papaya with her fork, "can we talk about how good this breakfast is? I would marry this pineapple juice."

Camila sipped her latte. "assme. Honestly, I'd marry this view."

Pauline smiled, still slightly quiet, but the light in her eyes was clearer.

"So," Camila asked, "what's the plan for today?"

"I was thinking..." Vivian started, then grinned. "Shopping."

"Yes," Camila said immediately. "Cute boutiques. Handmade jewelry. Flowing island dresses we'll never wear again but need anyway."

Pauline chuckled. "I could use a distraction. Shopping sounds perfect."

Vivian raised her glass of orange juice. "To bikinis we don't need and things we probably shouldn't buy."

Camila and Pauline clinked their glasses against hers.

The day had just begun--and for the first time in a while, it felt full of possibility.

After breakfast, the girls made their way through the hotel lobby, the marble floor cool beneath their sandals, the high ceilings echoing with soft jazz. Sunlight poured through the wide glass doors, and a faint breeze carried in the scent of the ocean.

Vivian approached the concierge desk with her usual confidence. "Hi! Can we get a ride into town? Somewhere with shops, markets, and maybe a place to grab drinks after?"

"Absolutely," the concierge replied with a smile. "Your driver will be ready in ten minutes. Air-conditioned SUV, of course."

"Bless you," Vivian said, turning back to the girls. "See? I manifest things."

They waited near the front entrance, lounging on woven chairs with palm-printed cushions until a sleek black SUV pulled up under the porte-cochère.

Once inside, the cool air welcomed them like a second breeze. Pauline sat in the middle, Camila by the window, and Vivian up front chatting with the driver.

"So," Camila said, adjusting her sunglasses, "what's everyone hunting for today?"

Vivian twisted in her seat. "I want earrings big enough to be seen from space. And maybe a sarong I can 'accidentally' wear as a dress."

Camila laughed. "I want a handwoven beach bag and something breezy for the night out. Oh--and something I can say I bargained for, even if I didn't."

Pauline smiled softly. "I'm not sure. Maybe just something small... meaningful. A bracelet or necklace I'll actually wear back home."

Vivian raised an eyebrow. "No fun lingerie? No wildly inappropriate souvenirs?"

"I'll consider it," Pauline said, her tone playful. "If you behave."

Vivian smirked, turning back toward Pauline. "Don't worry, I'll take charge of finding you something special for the honeymoon... and maybe something a little more daring for your stay here."

The girls laughed as the SUV turned toward the heart of the island, the road unfolding ahead of them in sun-drenched curves, promising a day full of discovery, temptation, and just a touch of mischief.

The SUV pulled up in front of a vibrant shopping district nestled between colorful colonial buildings and swaying palm trees. The air buzzed with music, laughter, and the chatter of locals and tourists weaving through open-air boutiques and artisanal stands.

The girls stepped out into the heat, immediately drawn in by the lively atmosphere. Bright fabrics fluttered from awnings, woven bags hung in neat rows, and tables were stacked with handmade jewelry, sandals, and tropical print dresses.

"Oh my god, this is heaven," Vivian said, adjusting her sunglasses and eyeing a rack of embroidered bikinis. "This place is dangerous."

Camila grinned. "Let's take it slow--we've got all day."

They stayed together, walking in rhythm through the colorful stalls. Vivian led the way, stopping first at a jewelry stand draped in earrings of every shape and size.

"These," she said, holding up a gold pair shaped like miniature suns. "These are calling my name."

Camila lifted a pair of delicate shell hoops. "You'll wear those once and then they'll live in your bathroom drawer forever."

"Exactly," Vivian said with a wink. "That's how I collect memories."

At the next stand, Camila found a handwoven straw bag with soft leather straps. She swung it over her shoulder and looked in the mirror. "Cute, right?"

"You're one coconut away from being an island goddess," Pauline teased.

They all laughed, the mood light and easy.

Inside a small boutique, Pauline ran her fingers along soft linen dresses and breezy skirts in shades of coral and ivory. Camila pulled her into a dressing room with a handful of options.

"You need a beach dress," Camila insisted.

"I already brought one," Pauline protested gently.

"Yeah, but that one's from home. This one will smell like sunscreen and adventure."

Pauline smiled, letting herself be coaxed.

As she slipped into a gauzy white maxi dress, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror--and for the first time in a long time, didn't flinch.

Vivian popped her head in holding two different sarongs. "Okay, do I go tropical goddess or resort temptation?"

Camila snorted. "You are the temptation."

Vivian smirked. "Good point."

They moved from shop to shop, sipping on iced fruit teas from a nearby stand, their arms slowly filling with little paper bags. Still early in the day, still innocent in tone--but the laughter was louder, the smiles a little freer.

And no one--least of all Pauline--mentioned James.

A few storefronts later, they stumbled upon a boutique with dark-tinted windows and a sign that read Velvet Heat in cursive gold lettering. Vivian's eyes lit up instantly.

"Ooh, this looks promising," she purred.

The inside was dimly lit and lined with velvet curtains, gold fixtures, and mannequins draped in barely-there dresses, lace lingerie, and strappy swimwear that looked more like artwork than clothing.

Camila blinked. "Okay... this is a different kind of boutique."

Pauline's eyes widened at a sheer bodysuit displayed on a pedestal. "Who even wears that in real life?"

Vivian gave her a look. "People who know what they want."

She wandered deeper into the boutique, fingers dancing over satin and mesh, while Pauline stayed close to the entrance, visibly unsure.

Camila picked up a tiny red bikini and raised a brow. "This wouldn't even survive one wave."

Vivian emerged from behind a rack with two lingerie sets--one midnight blue with intricate embroidery, and another a soft ivory lace that looked like it had been spun from clouds.

"Okay," she said, holding them up with a mischievous grin. "This one's for me... and this one's for our sweet little bride-to-be."

Pauline's eyes went wide. "Viv--"

"It's for the honeymoon, relax," Vivian said. "You're not wearing it to breakfast."

Pauline flushed, but couldn't help the little laugh that escaped.

Camila peeked over her shoulder. "That ivory one is kind of gorgeous though."

Vivian winked. "Exactly. Sexy doesn't have to shout. Sometimes it just whispers and lets you fill in the rest."

Pauline shook her head, but she didn't say no.

They made the purchases quickly, tucking the delicate bags carefully into their arms before stepping back out into the sunlight. The contrast between the boutique's sultry ambiance and the bright, bustling market made them all blink for a second.

Not far down the path, they wandered into another shop--this one more airy and filled with cotton dresses, floral jumpsuits, and woven sandals. The kind of store that smelled like citrus and vanilla.

As they browsed, Vivian suddenly turned to Pauline with a spark in her eyes. "I have an idea."

"Oh no," Camila muttered playfully.

Vivian ignored her and stepped closer to Pauline. "I need your card. Trust me."

Pauline raised an eyebrow. "For what?"

"It's a surprise. You'll love it. Promise."

Camila laughed. "That's always how the best--and worst--ideas start."

Reluctantly but smiling, Pauline handed over her card. Vivian kissed her cheek. "You won't regret this."

And with that, she turned and headed out of the store.

Camila watched her go, shaking her head. "She's on a mission."

Pauline chuckled, slipping a sundress off a hanger. "She's always on a mission."

Unbeknownst to them, Vivian made her way back toward Velvet Heat, her steps quick and full of purpose, the little bag of mischief already forming in her mind.

Back inside Velvet Heat, the low lighting wrapped around Vivian like a velvet glove. The shop attendant gave her a knowing smile as she returned.

"Back so soon?" the woman asked.

Vivian grinned. "I have a little shopping to finish--with a different purpose this time."

She moved confidently through the racks, eyes scanning like she was curating an art exhibit. For Pauline, she found a daring black mini dress with a halter neck, a plunging neckline that would cradle her breasts perfectly, and a high-cut back that stopped just before becoming scandalous. It was sleek, bold, and almost entirely backless--revealing just enough of her ass to make her blush.

Vivian held it up and whispered, "This one's going to sit in her closet for months before she admits she loves it."

Next, she selected a deep emerald green slip dress for herself--tight at the waist, cut low enough to tease her breasts with every step. It shimmered slightly under the boutique lights and whispered confidence.

For Camila, she chose a sunset-orange bodycon dress with a twist-front detail and side cut-outs. Something bolder than Camila might pick herself, but exactly what would turn heads when she walked into a bar.

She draped the dresses over her arm and headed to the swimwear section.

Three new mannequins stood near a backlit mirror wall, each one posed in a show-stopping bikini. Vivian smirked.

For Pauline, she picked a white two-piece with delicate gold accents and a barely-there cut. "She'll scream," she whispered to herself, "but she'll wear it."

For Camila, a deep teal wrap-style top and high-cut bottoms--elegant but bold.

And for herself? A red strappy bikini with ring details and a matching mesh sarong.

She made her way to the counter, arms full and eyes sparkling.

She imagined Pauline in the white bikini--its delicate gold accents catching the sunlight, the barely-there fabric hugging her curves, the low-cut top accentuating her soft breasts while the bottoms rode up high and cut deep, revealing the gentle roundness of her ass in a way that left very little to the imagination. The back was so skimpy it felt more like a suggestion than coverage, the kind of thing that could turn a casual glance into a double take.

Camila's teal set would bring out her sun-kissed skin, the wrap-style top pressing snugly against her chest, offering the perfect mix of support and suggestion. The high-cut bottoms would elongate her legs and give her that effortless, beach-goddess vibe.

And herself--Vivian already pictured the red strappy bikini like a weapon. The cutouts would frame her body in all the right ways, the ring details adding that touch of heat, and the mesh sarong flowing like a flirtatious secret as she walked along the beach.

"Gift wrap everything," she told the attendant. "And no tags. They'll find out the damage later."

The attendant chuckled and began to wrap each item in layers of black tissue and ribbon, while Vivian leaned back, pleased.

"Oh, they're going to die when they see these."

With her arms full of chic black bags, Vivian stepped out of Velvet Heat and glanced to the shop next door--a small, colorful boutique selling woven beach totes and sarongs. Perfect.

She walked in, picked out a large handwoven tote with bright pink and turquoise patterns, paid in cash, and tucked all the sleek boutique bags inside. The contrast was perfect. No one would suspect what was hidden beneath the innocent island souvenir.

Bag over her shoulder, she strutted back toward the direction of her friends, humming lightly to herself. The plan was in motion.

She spotted Camila and Pauline still inside the previous boutique, laughing over a floppy sunhat and a pair of oversized sunglasses.

"Miss me?" she asked, stepping into the doorway.

Camila gave her a look. "Only if you brought gifts."

Vivian smirked. "You'll see."

She pulled Pauline's card from her bag and handed it back with a sly smile. "Damage done. You're welcome."

Pauline rolled her eyes, but she was already smiling. "Should I be nervous?"

"Absolutely," Vivian said.

Camila checked the time on her phone. "We should probably head back before the sun melts us."

Vivian nodded. "Let's call for the SUV."

They stepped back into the warm street, still buzzing with music and laughter, and made their way to the designated pickup spot, the woven tote swinging casually from Vivian's shoulder like any other souvenir bag--though they all knew it carried far more mischief than it appeared.

The black SUV pulled up just as they arrived, the air-conditioned interior a welcome relief from the rising midday heat. They slid inside, settling into the plush seats, bags at their feet and glowing from their morning adventure.

Vivian sighed contentedly. "God, I love shopping. Retail therapy should be covered by insurance."

Camila laughed. "You say that every time."

Pauline leaned her head back against the seat, a relaxed smile on her lips. "This was exactly what I needed."

Vivian nudged her gently. "And the day's not over. What do we want to do when we get back?"

"Pool?" Camila suggested. "Maybe cocktails and bikinis?"

Vivian raised a brow. "I support this plan. Strongly."

Pauline nodded. "I wouldn't mind a slow afternoon. Just us. Maybe we get a little buzzed and don't think about anything."

Vivian smirked. "Careful. I've got just the bikinis for that kind of afternoon."

They all laughed, the mood light and charged with anticipation as the SUV rolled along the coastal road, palm trees blurring past the window.

The day still had more to give--and so did they.

As the SUV hummed along the road back to the hotel, Vivian scrolled through her phone for a moment, then glanced back at the girls with a spark in her eyes. "By the way... I found a club nearby. It's supposed to be amazing--mix of locals and tourists, open-air, great drinks, music, everything."

Camila lit up. "That sounds perfect."

Vivian nodded. "We'll take it easy at the pool, grab something light to eat in the room while we get ready, and then... we own the night."

Pauline chuckled, her gaze softening as she looked at both of them. "Honestly... I'm really happy to be here with you two."

Vivian reached back and squeezed her hand. "It wouldn't be a real despedida without you, P."

Camila smiled warmly. "Let's make it unforgettable."

Scene 9 - Pool

The SUV pulled smoothly into the hotel driveway. A bellhop rushed to greet them, his smile wide and practiced as he opened the doors.

"Welcome back, ladies," he said. "May I help you with your bags?"

Vivian handed him the large woven tote and a few of the shopping bags. "Yes, please. We've been very irresponsible."

They laughed as they followed him into the cool lobby, their sandals tapping against the marble. The chill air swept over their sun-warmed skin, drawing sighs of relief.

As they crossed toward the elevator, Vivian leaned toward the concierge desk. "Quick question--do you know anything about a club nearby? Open-air, good mix of locals and tourists?"

The concierge perked up. "You must be talking about Azúcar. It's just a ten-minute drive--great DJ, tropical cocktails, everyone ends up dancing. The crowd's always good energy. A little wild, but never sketchy."

Vivian turned to the girls with a grin. "See? Told you I do my research."

The elevator ride was filled with laughter and teasing. By the time they reached their floor, the bellhop was waiting, bags in hand.

"Room's just this way," Camila said, leading the way.

Once inside, the suite welcomed them like a cool oasis. The air conditioning kissed their skin as they dropped their things and kicked off their shoes.

Vivian stretched. "Okay. I vote we change into swimsuits, grab something light to eat down by the pool, and soak up the last bit of this afternoon."

Camila flopped onto the bed. "God, yes. I've been thinking about that pool since we left."

Pauline laughed, already heading to her suitcase. "Let's make it quick--I want to get wet and get a drink in my hand."

They began to unpack, music playing low from someone's phone, bathing suits already in hand and energy rising again.

The day wasn't over yet.

And they were far from done enjoying it.

Vivian clapped her hands together with a mischievous grin. "Wait, wait. Before anyone changes--hold up. I have a surprise. And you're not allowed to say no."

Camila raised a brow. "That sounds dangerous."

Pauline laughed. "What kind of surprise are we talking about?"

Vivian lifted the large woven tote from where she'd hidden it near her bed. "You'll see. But again--you already agreed. No saying no."

Camila and Pauline exchanged a look. "Viv..." they said in unison.

Vivian was already pulling out the first sleek black bag, her smile growing. "Nope. You said no saying no. That's legally binding."

She handed each of them a wrapped package.

They opened them carefully, only to burst into laughter and disbelief.

"Vivian!" Pauline squealed, holding up the white bikini with gold accents. "There's barely anything there!"

Camila examined her deep teal set with wide eyes. "This is... bold."

"I can't wear this in public," Pauline protested, though her cheeks were flushed more from laughter than outrage.

Vivian placed her hands on her hips. "You absolutely can. And you will. Trust me, you'll look amazing, both of you. We're not in Kansas anymore, P."

Camila shook her head, smirking. "You're insane."

Vivian gave a theatrical bow. "And yet, you love me. Now go change before I start doing it for you."

Pauline held the bikini up in disbelief. "Okay, okay... I'll try it on. But I'm not walking out like this."

"assme," Camila added, still laughing. "We'll try them, but no promises."

Vivian grinned wickedly. "That's all I ask. But remember--you said you wouldn't say no."

With playful groans, the girls headed to the bathroom to change.

A few minutes later, they emerged slowly.

Pauline stepped out first, clutching her towel until the last second. The white bikini shimmered softly against her skin, the gold accents catching the light. The fabric hugged her curves with dangerous precision--her breasts perfectly framed by the low neckline, and the bottoms cut high enough to show off the gentle roundness of her ass. She blushed instantly.

"I feel naked," she muttered.

Camila followed in the teal set, her toned legs looking even longer, the wrap-style top pushing up her breasts just right. "I feel like I need a fan and a runway."

Vivian clapped her hands with delight, already in her red strappy bikini. "You both look unreal. Seriously--if we don't document this, the world will never forgive us."

She grabbed her phone and pointed to the sliding doors that led to their private balcony. "Out there. Sunlight's perfect. I want a mini fashion show. Trust me."

They groaned again but followed her out, giggling as they struck poses and playfully spun in their heels. The sunlight lit their skin and the ocean breeze teased their hair.

Vivian snapped photos and cheered like a proud stylist.

After a round of pictures, Pauline grabbed her beach dress. "Okay, this was fun--but I need something over this before we go anywhere."

Vivian handed her the cover-up with a wink. "Fine. But the bikini stays on."

They all tossed on light cover-ups, grabbed their sunglasses, towels, and key cards, and headed for the pool--still laughing, glowing, and more ready than ever to enjoy the rest of the afternoon.

The path to the pool was lined with tall palms and blooming hibiscus. The sound of music drifted softly in the air, mixing with the splash of water and distant laughter.

As the girls rounded the final corner toward the adult-only pool area, they spotted a familiar trio.

The same guys from the elevator stood near the towel station, drinks in hand.

Vivian nudged the others. "Elevator boys, round two."

She waved and sauntered over. "Don't tell me you're following us."

One of the guys grinned. "We're just well-timed."

Vivian leaned in slightly. "Good. I'm gonna need help with sunscreen."

He raised an eyebrow, amused. "That so?"

"Completely helpless," she said, already walking toward a row of lounge chairs. "You in?"

He followed with a smile, the other two guys joining as they all introduced themselves casually during the stroll. Names exchanged, quick jokes traded, their presence folded easily into the atmosphere.

The girls claimed a set of loungers right by the water's edge. Vivian dropped her tote, slipped off her cover-up with zero hesitation, and laid down on her stomach.

The red bikini clung to her like a second skin. Heads turned. The cut showed off her breasts from every angle, and her ass looked like it had been sculpted for that exact lounger.

"Alright, beach boy," she called, handing him the sunscreen. "Time to earn your stay."

He knelt beside her and began applying the lotion slowly, his hands confident but respectful. The glisten of sunscreen traced along the curve of her back and shoulders as she hummed in satisfaction.

Meanwhile, Pauline and Camila remained in their cover-ups, chatting with the other two guys. Laughter came easily. They shared that it was a bachelorette trip, and the conversation danced from where they were from to their plans for the night.

A server arrived with a notepad. They ordered mojitos and frozen margaritas, plus a few light bites: guacamole, shrimp ceviche, chips.

The guy applying lotion gave Vivian a light pat on the shoulder. "All done."

She smiled up at him. "And deeply appreciated."

He rejoined his friends as Vivian flipped over onto her back, sunglasses on, soaking in the attention.

A few minutes later, Camila sat up and tugged at her cover-up. "Screw it. It's too hot."

She pulled it off, revealing the teal bikini. Heads turned again.

Pauline hesitated, then looked at both of them. "You two are impossible."

Vivian lifted her shades. "We're liberating."

With a breath, Pauline slipped off her dress. Her bikini caught the light, clinging to her curves and highlighting the soft glow of her skin. She immediately felt the weight of several glances.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," she murmured.

Camila passed her the sunscreen. "We're not getting burned on day two."

They helped each other with the lotion, laughing at awkward stretches and missed spots.

With their drinks in hand, their skin warm, and a slight buzz settling in, they lay back with relaxed smiles.

Across the pool, a new group had arrived. One of the men stood out--tall, dark, broad-shouldered, with an easy walk that seemed to draw the eye.

Vivian followed Pauline's gaze. "Well... hello, mystery man."

Camila lifted her glasses. "Is it just me or is he giving main character energy?"

Pauline glanced again, trying not to stare. "He's... intense."

Vivian grinned. "That's not intense, babe. That's dangerous."

Camila giggled. "Do you think he lives up to the legend?"

Pauline raised a brow. "You mean the size legend?"

Vivian didn't miss a beat. "I wouldn't doubt it for a second. That man's probably packing at least eight inches."

They burst into laughter.

Moments later, they slid into the pool to cool off. The water welcomed them with a refreshing embrace. A few guys drifted closer, making light conversation, testing their luck.

But the girls remained in their world--floating, glowing, and completely in sync with each other.

Nothing could distract them yet.

The sun had started to slide toward the horizon, casting everything in soft gold. The pool glistened, the laughter around them faded into a warm, ambient hum, and the girls remained stretched out on their loungers--skin damp, drinks in hand, and cheeks flushed from sun and rum.

Camila let out a low, content sigh. "Okay... this mojito is starting to hit."

Pauline laughed softly, twirling the straw in her margarita. "I'm starting not to care who's looking anymore."

Vivian grinned, eyes half-lidded behind her sunglasses. "That's the magic kicking in."

They lounged a moment in silence, basking in the breeze and the slow hum of the late afternoon.

Vivian shifted slightly and took a sip. "You know, once you stop caring what people think, everything gets... better. Especially in bed."

Camila raised a brow. "Here we go."

Vivian smirked. "No, really. Some of the best moments I've ever had started with zero shame. Like this one time..."

Pauline sat up slightly, intrigued despite herself.

Vivian's tone dropped, just enough to hook them. "He was gorgeous--dark skin, arms like carved stone, voice like velvet. And huge. Like, I'm not exaggerating. I could barely get the tip of his cock in my mouth."

Pauline choked on her drink. "Viv!"

Camila burst out laughing. "You're unbelievable."

Vivian shrugged, undeterred. "I'm just saying--it changes you. When a cock that big is inside you, it's... different. Not just stretched--it's like your whole pussy reacts. You feel full in a way you didn't know was possible."

She leaned back, eyes closed. "And after that? Regular doesn't hit the same."

Pauline had her hands over her face, laughing so hard she nearly spilled her drink.

Camila shook her head, cheeks red. "I hate how curious I am right now."

Vivian raised her glass. "To experiences that ruin you--in the best way."

They clinked glasses, the sound soft and bright, like the moment.

And just like that, the afternoon stretched into a new layer of intimacy, laughter, and secrets shared in the sunlight.

Just as the laughter from their latest round of confessions began to die down, a man approached their loungers with a camera slung across his chest and a charming smile.

"Ladies," he said with a soft island accent, "I'm a local photographer. I do sunset shoots for guests here--if you're interested. Light's perfect right now, but it doesn't last long."

Vivian sat up immediately. "Yes. Absolutely."

Pauline blinked. "Wait--now?"

"Now or never," the man said with a grin. "Sunset magic."

Camila started to stand, grabbing her cover-up. "Let me just--"

The photographer raised a hand. "Honestly, with what you're wearing? It's perfect. The light, the color--it's too good to cover up."

Vivian looked at the others. "He's right. We're glowing."

After a second of hesitation, they agreed. They grabbed their sunglasses and followed him down a short stone path to the beach.

The golden light bathed everything in warm orange and pink hues. The ocean shimmered behind them, waves lapping softly at the shore.

He directed them casually--arms up, hair flowing, a playful toss of the head. Vivian was a natural, laughing between poses, arching her back with ease.

Camila joined her, twirling slightly, her bikini catching the breeze.

When it was Pauline's turn, she started shy, standing stiffly.

Vivian called out from behind the lens. "No hiding, P! Hands on hips. Now pop that ass just a little--yes, girl!"

The photographer chuckled but kept shooting, clearly pleased.

Pauline rolled her eyes, laughing. "You're impossible."

Vivian smirked. "I get results."

A few more poses later, as Pauline turned to walk back toward them, Vivian nudged Camila and whispered, "Looks like someone's enjoying the view."

They followed her gaze--and sure enough, the photographer's pants were revealing a distinct bulge.

Vivian grinned. "Well, that's a compliment if I've ever seen one."

The photographer laughed, adjusting his strap. "With this much beauty in front of me? You can't expect a man to be made of stone."

They burst out laughing again, the moment turning both playful and bold as the sun dipped lower.

And for a brief flash in time, they were untouchable--bathed in gold, barefoot in the sand, and entirely unforgettable.

As the sun dipped lower and the last few shots were taken, Vivian walked closer to the photographer, curiosity in her eyes and rum in her voice.

"So," she said casually, "since you're already used to being surrounded by beautiful women... I have to ask. Be honest--how big are you?"

The photographer laughed, not flustered in the slightest. "Seven inches. Proud of every one of them."

Camila snorted, nearly choking on her laughter. Vivian raised her brows approvingly.

He added with a wink, "A lot of tourists seem to enjoy the local experience."

Pauline was half-laughing, half-blushing. "We're here for my bachelorette party."

The photographer grinned. "Then all the more reason to enjoy yourselves."

Camila lifted a hand playfully. "Maybe next round, Romeo."

They all laughed again.

Before parting, they snapped a selfie with him--laughing, sun-kissed, glowing from the light and the mood.

"I'll send the gallery to the email you registered with the hotel," he said. "Tomorrow morning. You'll love how you look."

With one last smile, the girls thanked him and made their way back to the poolside to gather their towels and bags.

The warmth of the sunset followed them all the way to the elevator.

But before heading up, Vivian led a sudden detour toward the sleek hotel bar near the lobby. The soft lighting and clinking of glass set a more sophisticated mood.

She flagged the bartender. "Three tequila shots, please. Cold."

Camila raised a brow. "Oh no."

Vivian turned to them with a wicked smile. "Trust me--you're gonna need it. And remember... you're not allowed to say no."

Pauline groaned, laughing. "We created a monster."

The shots arrived in frosted glasses, lime wedges on the side. They raised them with a cheer, clinked the glasses, and knocked them back.

The tequila burned instantly, drawing winces and coughs.

"Jesus," Camila gasped. "That was aggressive."

Vivian licked her lips and grinned. "Exactly what we need."

Still giggling, the girls made their way to the elevator once more, tequila warming their blood as they headed upstairs to prepare for the night ahead.

Scene 10 - Getting ready

The elevator chimed softly as they stepped out onto their floor, still buzzing from the tequila shot and the sunset photo session. Once inside the suite, the cool air greeted them like a reward.

Vivian immediately opened the minibar and pulled out a few mini bottles of vodka and rum. "Let's not let the energy drop," she said, pouring the liquors into glasses with a splash of soda from the fridge.

Camila turned up the music, a pulsing beat filling the room, while Pauline collapsed briefly onto the bed, her laughter echoing off the walls.

"Food," Camila reminded them, grabbing the room service menu. Within minutes, they had placed an order for a light dinner--grilled shrimp skewers, fruit plates, and sliders.

While they waited, each girl drifted into the bathroom to shower. Steam filled the suite as they emerged one by one, hair damp, skin glowing, dressed only in lacy underwear and towels as they moved around the room getting ready.

Vivian styled her hair in front of the mirror while Camila touched up her makeup and Pauline carefully applied lotion to her legs. The mood was light, electric, full of anticipation.

A knock at the door broke the rhythm.

"I got it!" Vivian sang, strutting to the door in nothing but a matching red lace set. She opened it without hesitation.

The room service attendant stood there blinking, clearly stunned. Vivian just smiled, took the tray, and winked. "Thanks, darling."

Once the food was set, the girls gathered around, picking at the plates and sipping their drinks while still in their lingerie, music still thumping softly in the background.

Then Vivian turned, eyes gleaming. "Okay. Time for your next surprise. And you already know--you can't say no."

Camila groaned, laughing. "Viv, no. Not again."

Pauline added, "Seriously. I'm scared now."

Vivian walked over to the closet and pulled out the boutique bags, one by one.

"Nope," she said. "It's the despedida. And at this point, no is no longer part of your vocabulary."

She handed each of them their wrapped gift. Inside: the dresses.

Camila gasped, holding up the bold sunset-orange bodycon. Pauline's jaw dropped at the daring black mini dress with the open back and plunging neckline.

Vivian crossed her arms. "You're going to wear them. You're going to look ridiculous. And by ridiculous, I mean jaw-droppingly hot."

Pauline looked at her reflection in the mirror, then back at the dress.

Camila just started laughing. "We're really doing this, huh?"

Vivian raised her glass. "Oh, we are."

With drinks in hand and music still vibrating softly through the suite, the girls laughed their way into the next phase of the night. One by one, they took turns changing into their new dresses, each moment treated like a personal runway show.

Camila went first, slipping out of her robe and into the form-fitting sunset-orange bodycon. She left on a nude thong and nothing else--wanting the clean silhouette and the thrill of feeling nearly bare beneath it. The fabric hugged her waist, cut just right to accentuate her hips and the curve of her breasts.

She stepped out with a hand on her hip and a smirk. "How's that for 'bold'?"

Vivian whistled. "If I weren't into tequila and trouble, I'd be into you."

Pauline clapped. "You look unreal."

Next was Vivian. She slid into the emerald slip dress without a bra, letting her breasts move naturally under the silk. A black satin thong barely peeked through the side slit as she turned.

She spun once and struck a pose. "This is my final form."

Camila laughed. "You look like you came to destroy lives."

"I plan to," Vivian said, sipping her drink.

Finally, Pauline stood holding her black mini dress, staring at it for a second. It was daringly short--so much that she knew if she even tried to bend forward, her ass would be on full display.

"You've got this," Vivian encouraged. "No second-guessing."

Pauline nodded and changed behind the dressing screen. She slipped on the dress without a bra, the fit so precise it supported her perfectly. She wore a lace thong--barely there--and when she stepped out, the dress clung to every curve. The open back revealed the smooth dip of her spine, and the neckline framed her breasts beautifully.

The room fell silent for a beat.

"Okay," Camila said finally. "Wow."

Vivian stepped forward, adjusting a strap on Pauline's shoulder. "You're going to forget your own name when you see yourself in photos tonight."

The three of them clinked glasses again, standing in front of the full-length mirror, their reflections glowing.

"To the night," Pauline said.

"To no regrets," Camila added.

Vivian grinned. "To not saying no."

They laughed and took the shot, the burn hitting just right.

It was almost time.

Scene 11 - The Club

Final touch-ups were done, hair set, perfume spritzed at the pulse points. The girls did one last mirror check and collected their clutches.

Heels clicked softly on the hallway floor as they stepped out of the suite. The moment the elevator opened in the lobby, a wave of warm air met them--along with the subtle shift in attention.

Heads turned.

Pauline instinctively pulled at the hem of her impossibly short dress. "I feel naked."

"You look stunning," Camila whispered, though she clutched her own bag a little tighter, glancing at the curious eyes in the lobby.

Vivian, on the other hand, walked like she owned the hotel. Her emerald dress shimmered with each step, hips swaying confidently.

"You two need to breathe," she said. "You're goddesses. Let them stare."

They reached the front, where a bellman greeted them politely and called for their ride.

Vivian looked at the slightly anxious faces of her friends, then turned toward the bar with purpose.

"I'll be right back," she said, disappearing into the soft lighting.

She returned moments later with three tequila shots balanced on a tray.

"Emergency courage," she said.

They clinked glasses once again.

"To being hot and bothered," Vivian declared.

"To not falling in these heels," Camila added.

"To surviving this dress," Pauline said with a nervous laugh.

They knocked back the shots, the liquor lighting a slow fire through their veins.

By the time the SUV rolled up, the nerves had dulled into something warmer--anticipation.

And the night had officially begun.

The SUV cruised through the evening glow, music pulsing from the speakers after Vivian had asked the driver to turn it up. In the back seat, the girls laughed, swayed, and let the rhythm take hold. The alcohol was doing its job--loosening their limbs, softening their thoughts, and pushing them just slightly out of bounds.

Vivian leaned forward between them, her voice already thick with excitement. "Okay, here's the plan--we get there, do shots, and dance until we forget our names."

Camila smirked. "As if you needed alcohol for that."

Vivian grinned wickedly. "And if I get lucky tonight, I might bring someone back. Hope you two don't mind."

Pauline widened her eyes playfully. "Seriously? Again?"

Camila waved it off, laughing. "Girl, if it happens, go for it. You've got your own room anyway."

Vivian stretched back in her seat, head resting on the cushion, eyes half-lidded. "I just want someone with energy. Muscles. Someone who takes control."

Her voice dropped slightly, husky with fantasy. "Like... I want him to grab me by the neck when we're back, press me against the wall and kiss me like he means it."

She turned suddenly, sliding her hand around Pauline's throat with a surprising gentleness, her face only inches away. "Like this."

Pauline froze, eyes wide and laughing--but there was a flicker of something else too. Something warmer.

Vivian leaned in and kissed her neck, soft at first, then deeper, her lips trailing slowly along Pauline's skin. Her hand slipped lower, fingers brushing over Pauline's breasts through the thin fabric of her dress.

Camila sat forward, eyes gleaming. "Oh, I'm loving this. What happens next, Viv? What do you want him to do?"

Vivian didn't pause. "I want him to slide his hand along my thigh..."

Her palm drifted down Pauline's leg, tracing the line with deliberate pressure, stopping just above the knee, then climbing.

Pauline let out a shaky breath, caught between laughter and something that felt like anticipation.

"And then," Vivian whispered, lips against her neck again, "he'd find me soaking."

Her fingers reached Pauline's inner thigh, easing upward until they brushed against the edge of her panties. Her voice dropped even lower.

"Oh my God," she whispered to her, just loud enough. "You're wet... like, really wet. Is it the dress, or the thought of tonight?"

Pauline bit her lip, completely flushed, her body reacting more than her words could.

Camila laughed, nudging her with a teasing smirk. "Guess someone's ready for a wild night."

Vivian finally pulled away, grinning. "You're too cute when you blush."

Just then, the SUV slowed, headlights catching on the front entrance of the club. The driver announced their arrival.

The girls adjusted their dresses, smoothed their hair, and gathered their confidence.

Whatever tension had built in the backseat--it was coming with them into the night.

The club stood glowing in the tropical night--neon lights casting a pulsing halo over the entrance. A steady beat throbbed through the thick air, vibrating through the pavement as the girls stepped out of the SUV and into the rhythm of a Friday on fire.

The entrance was open-air, framed with string lights and palm fronds. People spilled in and out--laughing, smoking, lips close together in whispered flirting. There were tourists in stylish resort wear, locals in tight dresses and loose shirts, everyone glistening with heat and anticipation.

Inside, the space opened up into levels. The main floor was packed with dancers swaying under the glow of colored lights. A large circular bar dominated the center, surrounded by low lounge tables and sleek white couches. A second-floor balcony overlooked it all, dimly lit and full of shadows.

A thick bass pulsed through the floor, making every heartbeat feel synced to the DJ's set. The music was tropical house with sensual undertones, the kind that made hips move without permission.

Vivian stepped in first, practically vibrating with energy. "This," she said, eyes scanning the crowd, "is paradise."

Camila took a moment to adjust to the energy. "It's packed."

Pauline held her clutch tighter, the sudden wall of sound and movement almost overwhelming--but something in her shifted. The dress, the drinks, the laughter from earlier... she was already floating.

Vivian turned toward the bar. "First round's on me."

The music deepened as they moved further into the club. Vivian peeled off toward the bar with purpose, blending effortlessly into the crowd.

"I'll get us something strong!" she called over her shoulder.

Pauline and Camila made their way toward the dance floor, the crowd thickening with every step. Lights spun overhead in flashes of blue and pink, strobes catching bare shoulders, lips mid-laugh, and glances full of hunger.

As they wove between bodies, they felt it--eyes tracking their every movement, following the curve of their dresses, the sway of their hips. One man brushed past Pauline a little too slowly, fingers grazing her ass just long enough to make her jolt.

Camila turned, protective but still smiling. "You good?"

Pauline exhaled through a laugh. "I think that guy just introduced himself to my entire backside."

They pushed forward, reaching an opening near the center of the dance floor. The bass hit harder here, vibrating up through their heels. Camila grabbed Pauline's hand and spun her lightly.

"Let's warm up before Viv comes back," she said.

Pauline smiled, letting the beat take her as they moved--loose, playful, letting go. They danced under the lights, hair swinging, dresses clinging to warm skin.

At the bar, Vivian leaned in between two guys and flagged down the bartender, her voice already playful. "Three shots--make them mean."

As she waited, a presence to her left pulled her attention.

He was tall, dark-skinned, wearing a crisp white shirt rolled at the sleeves, drink in hand. He didn't look at her immediately--which only made her more intrigued.

She shifted closer with a smirk. "What, too cool to say hello?"

He finally glanced her way, a slow, deliberate look. "I don't say hello until I know someone's worth the breath."

Vivian tilted her head, impressed. "Mmm, I like difficult men."

"You must be in paradise then," he said, sipping his drink.

She extended her hand. "Vivian. I'm here on a bachelorette trip."

That got his attention. "Oh yeah?" he asked, his tone suddenly more curious. "You the bride?"

She laughed. "Not tonight."

He chuckled, setting down his glass. "So what does a bachelorette night look like for you and your girls?"

Vivian leaned in, voice low and teasing. "A little dancing, a lot of drinking... and maybe a story we can't tell in the morning."

He raised an eyebrow. "Sounds dangerous."

She shrugged. "Only if you're lucky."

The bartender returned with her shots. Vivian turned back to him. "I'm headed to find my girls--want to come?"

He hesitated only a second before finishing his drink. "Lead the way."

And just like that, Leo followed her into the crowd--his eyes scanning the dance floor with interest as the music pulled them in deeper.

As they weaved through the crowd, Leo's gaze dropped instinctively to Vivian's ass, the emerald dress hugging her figure like a second skin. The sway of her hips, the way her back arched with each step--it was impossible not to notice. His expression shifted, just slightly, to something darker, more focused.

She caught the glance over her shoulder and smirked. She knew exactly what kind of effect she was having.

The music swelled as Leo followed Vivian through the moving bodies, the lights flashing across his face in streaks of pink and gold. She moved with effortless confidence, a magnet in heels, until she spotted her friends dancing near the center of the floor.

"There they are," she said, glancing back at him with a sly grin.

Pauline and Camila were mid-dance, laughing, arms in the air, their dresses clinging like second skins in the heat of the club.

Camila noticed them first. "Viv!" she shouted over the music. "Where've you been?"

Vivian reached them with a sparkle in her eyes. "Had to get us fuel."

She held out two of the shots and handed them to her friends, then turned to introduce the man beside her.

"This is Leo. We met at the bar."

Leo gave them a slow, charming nod. "Pleasure."

Pauline's eyes widened slightly, recognizing him.

Camila leaned into her and whispered, "That's the guy from the pool, right?"

Pauline nodded subtly. "Definitely."

They kept their expressions neutral, not giving away that they'd seen him before.

Leo offered a smooth smile. "Pleasure."

The four of them clinked glasses. The shots went down fast, burning smooth and sharp.

The moment stretched--eyes meeting, music pulsing, bodies inching closer.

The music pulsed around them, each beat vibrating through their chests as the crowd surged and twisted with energy. Leo set down his empty glass, and before another word was exchanged, Vivian grabbed his hand and pulled him into their circle.

Camila moved instinctively, hips swaying in perfect sync with the rhythm. Pauline followed more cautiously, her movements smaller at first, but loosened by the alcohol and the heat of the moment.

Vivian led the charge, all curves and fire, pressing close to Leo with a mischievous smile. He met her rhythm with ease--confident, smooth, his hands staying just respectful enough to tease.

The lights above spun like constellations as the four of them danced in a tight knot, bodies moving, hair whipping, laughter melting into the music. Camila let herself fall into the beat, eyes closed as she turned, and Pauline laughed as Vivian twirled her once, then pushed her gently toward Leo.

Pauline caught herself, her hands brushing his chest, surprised by the warmth there.

Leo smiled. "You good?"

She nodded, flushed. "Yeah... just lost my balance."

Camila leaned over with a grin. "Don't fall yet--it's just getting started."

The night wrapped tighter around them, heat building with every pulse of the bass.

And they hadn't even made it to midnight.

The music shifted into something deeper, the kind of beat that made the floor feel like it had its own pulse. Leo's presence grew heavier, more grounded, his movements just slightly slower, more deliberate. Every step, every glance, every brush of his hand carried intention.

Vivian stayed close to him, but he didn't just focus on her--his attention moved between all three girls with the ease of someone who knew exactly how much power he held. When he turned to dance behind Pauline, his hand grazed her waist, steadying her with a firm touch that lingered just long enough to stir something in her chest.

Camila caught the exchange and grinned to herself, then turned as a pair of guys approached, clearly aiming to join their group.

But Leo's body shifted subtly, positioning himself between the newcomers and the girls. He didn't say a word. Just a look--direct, unblinking.

The two guys hesitated, exchanged a glance, then moved along.

Vivian raised an eyebrow. "Well, damn."

Leo just smiled, faint and unreadable.

Camila leaned in to Pauline. "That was hot."

Pauline nodded, her breath catching slightly as Leo's hand returned to her lower back, guiding her gently with the rhythm. He didn't pull. He didn't need to. The way he stood, the way he watched--he commanded.

And she followed.

The crowd around them thickened, bodies grinding under the pulse of the bass, but Leo's attention narrowed. Without a word, he leaned toward Vivian and murmured, "Come."

It wasn't a request.

He took her hand and led her a few steps off the main floor, into a shadowed alcove near one of the stone pillars. The lighting softened there, flickering from the movement of dancers and overhead strobes, but for a moment, it felt like no one else existed.

Vivian leaned back against the wall, breath a little uneven, the heat of the moment pressing into her skin. "Taking me somewhere quiet already?" she teased.

Leo stepped in close, one hand resting against the wall beside her head. "You don't need quiet. You need pressure."

She smirked, but he didn't give her time to answer. His other hand found her waist, fingers pressing into the curve of her body, slowly sliding down to the small of her back.

His lips brushed just beneath her ear. "You don't hide yourself. I like that."

Vivian swallowed, her body reacting before her mind caught up. "You're used to getting what you want, aren't you?"

Leo leaned back just enough to look her in the eyes, then took her chin between his fingers. "Tonight, I only want one thing."

His thumb traced along her jawline as his hand moved lower--over the curve of her ass, then up her side, until his palm hovered just beneath the edge of her breasts.

Vivian's breath caught. She wasn't used to this. She wasn't used to someone else leading the tempo.

And yet, she didn't pull away.

His forehead touched hers briefly, grounding her.

"This is only the beginning," he said softly.

She let out a quiet laugh--half anticipation, half surrender. "Then keep going."

Back on the dance floor, Pauline and Camila had drawn attention of their own. A trio of guys had moved in--charming, persistent, and clearly in the mood to play.

The music thumped with a rhythmic heat, and Camila was already caught up in the energy, laughing as one of them twirled her beneath the strobing lights.

Pauline, a little more reserved at first, was soon swaying with ease, her hands in the air, her hair clinging lightly to her neck with sweat and motion.

From a distance, the scene looked like something out of a dream--flashes of skin, laughter spilling over basslines, bodies caught in the chaos of movement.

The black mini dress Pauline wore clung tightly to her curves, and with each spin, the hem flirted dangerously high. One of the guys took notice, giving her an extra spin, watching the dress rise just enough to catch a glimpse of her ass.

She laughed, dizzy from the movement and the heat--and from the undeniable thrill of being watched.

Camila danced close, her smile wide and wild, her hips moving in rhythm with the guy behind her.

There was no hesitation anymore.

Just music. Just touch. Just the high of being wanted.

The night was beginning to blur--and they didn't care at all.

The guys grew bolder, their hands settling lower on waists, their movements pressing closer. Camila laughed into the ear of the guy behind her, grinding into his hips with the beat. His hand moved to the side of her thigh, fingers trailing up slightly as she turned in his arms.

Pauline's dance partner wasn't far behind. He spun her again, and this time when she landed, his hand lingered at the small of her back, then dipped a little farther. Her dress kept riding up, and one particularly sharp move sent the hem so high her thong peeked out.

She gasped, instinctively pulling it down with a laugh--but didn't stop moving.

The attention lit her up. The stares. The hands. The heat.

Another guy--taller, quieter--joined the edge of their group and stepped in behind Pauline as the song changed. She looked back, surprised, but didn't say no. He placed his hands on her hips and guided her with practiced control.

Her body followed without hesitation, the fabric of her dress now practically decoration.

The flashing lights, the sweat-slicked bodies, the press of strangers and the thrill of the moment--it all spiraled into a haze of boldness.

They weren't just dancing anymore.

They were letting go.

Back in the shadows near the pillar, the air between Vivian and Leo had grown hotter. The club felt miles away--just lights and noise beyond their cocoon of tension.

His hands gripped her waist now with more purpose, fingers digging in just enough to anchor her. Their mouths were close but not touching, breaths mingling in the charged space between them.

Vivian leaned in, her voice velvet-smooth and edged with heat. "Come back to the hotel with me. I've got a private room. Big bed. Lots of privacy."

Leo smiled faintly, but there was fire behind his eyes. "You're tempting, you know that?"

"Good," she said. "I meant to be."

He leaned in, lips brushing the shell of her ear. "Then let's not waste time."

Vivian's breath hitched--but before she could respond, he added, "Get your girls. I'll meet you out front."

She blinked. "You're not coming with me now?"

"I've got to take care of something. But I'll see you soon," he said, already pulling away with that same calm confidence that made it impossible to argue.

Vivian nodded slowly, trying not to let her anticipation flicker.

She turned toward the dance floor, heart pounding, heat simmering under her skin.

On the dance floor, Pauline and Camila were completely caught in the moment--music vibrating through their bones, hands gripping shoulders, thighs brushing against strangers, the air thick with heat and sweat.

Pauline had long stopped adjusting her dress. It clung to her like second skin, rising and shifting with every grind, every spin. The guy behind her held her hips firmly, moving in rhythm, his breath warm against her neck.

Camila was no different--her guy's hand low on her back, their dance toeing the edge of something more.

And then--Vivian.

She appeared between them like a spark, laughing as she slid into the group with a sway of her hips, her presence electric.

"Having fun, girls?" she asked, pressing in between the movement.

Pauline blinked, momentarily jolted back to herself. "Viv... where did you go?"

Vivian grinned, dancing close for a second longer, then leaned in. "It's late. Time to go."

Camila frowned slightly, still in the zone. "Already?"

Vivian gave her a look--pointed, knowing. "Trust me. Let's go."

The music kept pounding, but the spell had broken. The guys didn't protest when the girls slipped away, weaving their way through the thick crowd.

As they walked toward the exit, Camila leaned into Pauline. "Honestly... good timing. Things were getting a little out of hand."

Pauline nodded, breathless. "I don't even know what I was doing anymore. These dresses and that tequila combo? Dangerous."

Vivian looked over her shoulder with a smirk. "You'll thank me tomorrow."

And with that, the three of them disappeared into the blur of bodies, heading toward the exit, the air cooler with every step away from the heat of the night.

Scene 12 - After Party

The air outside the club was cooler, heavy with the scent of salt and sweat. The girls stepped out into the night, still buzzing from the music, the heat, and everything they had left behind on the dance floor.

At the curb, a sleek black SUV waited, engine purring. And leaning casually against it, arms crossed, was Leo.

Pauline nudged Camila with a glance. "Wait... is that--?"

Camila smirked. "Yep. That's definitely Leo."

Vivian's smile grew as she spotted him. "Looks like my luck's holding."

Pauline raised an eyebrow. "You're completely out of control."

Vivian just laughed. "That's the point."

Leo stepped forward and opened the door for them like a gentleman. "Ladies."

Inside the SUV, two men were already seated--both Black, both dressed in casual button-downs. One was broad and heavyset, the other lean and solid. They looked up as the girls entered, nodding with easy smiles.

"Evening," one of them said. "I'm Malik. This is Dre."

"Hey," Camila said cautiously, sliding into the back seat.

Pauline followed, exchanging a quick glance with her. Neither of them quite sure what they were walking into.

Vivian climbed in last, then turned to Leo with a playful lift of her brow. "Friends of yours?"

Leo nodded. "Just thought we'd make it a proper afterparty. Something a little more... private."

Vivian's eyes sparkled with mischief, her pulse already rising again. "Sounds dangerous."

Leo smiled. "Only if you want it to be."

And with that, the SUV pulled away from the club, slipping back into the humid Caribbean night.

Inside the vehicle, the atmosphere quickly shifted--dim, private, and humming with something electric.

Vivian leaned into Leo, his arm immediately wrapping around her waist. He spoke low into her ear, lips brushing skin, and she melted into him without resistance. His hand slid along her thigh, fingers pressing into the soft skin exposed by her dress, while she tilted her head back, a satisfied smile on her lips.

Up front, Malik turned slightly in his seat to face Pauline and Camila. "You girls from the States?"

Camila shook her head. "Kansas."

"Ah," Dre said from the other side. "Beautiful place. You here long?"

"Just the weekend," Pauline replied, her voice light but slightly hesitant. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, trying to ignore the way Leo's hand had fully disappeared beneath Vivian's hemline.

Camila gave a quick smile, trying to maintain the vibe. "It's a bachelorette trip."

Malik grinned. "Lucky bride?"

"Not me," Camila said, nudging Pauline.

Pauline offered a small wave. "That'd be me."

Dre raised an eyebrow. "Then we're in for a celebration."

There was laughter, a few more playful remarks, but beneath it all, there was a hum of uncertainty in Pauline and Camila's posture. The SUV's interior glowed with the occasional flash of streetlights, the shadows flickering across faces that revealed both excitement and hesitation.

Vivian didn't say much--she was too busy letting Leo trace slow circles against her skin, his breath hot on her neck.

It felt like the ride was taking forever.

The SUV glided up to the front of the hotel, headlights washing over the entrance before fading into the humid night.

As the doors opened and the group stepped out, the lobby lights cast a soft glow over their flushed skin and rumpled party clothes. Vivian still clung to Leo, who had his hand confidently at the small of her back. Camila and Pauline followed just behind, quieter now, heads swimming with drink and adrenaline.

In the elevator, Pauline leaned subtly toward Vivian. "What's the plan here?"

Vivian smiled without looking at her. "Don't stress. It's just more fun. A little afterparty vibe. We'll hang out for a bit, have some drinks, laugh--nothing serious."

The elevator dinged. They stepped out, and a few moments later, the suite door clicked open.

The guys entered first, eyes scanning the space. The scent of coconut and perfume lingered faintly in the air. Makeup bags were still scattered across the counter, half-empty water bottles sat by the sink, and three swimsuits hung over the shower rail--damp and colorful.

Malik smirked, pointing. "You three leave the pool looking like that?"

Dre laughed. "Now that's a missed opportunity."

Vivian rolled her eyes with a grin, dropping her bag near the table. "We needed some sun. The tan lines are looking amazing."

Leo walked past them and took a seat on the couch, his long arm stretching along the backrest. He looked at all three girls--his gaze slow and deliberate.

"You gonna take care of your guests?" he asked.

Camila blinked. "You mean... drinks?"

"Unless you're offering something stronger," he said with a slight smirk.

The room pulsed with a low, charged silence.

Vivian laughed first. "We've got rum. Vodka. Let's see what kind of hosts we are."

The girls moved toward the kitchenette, their heels echoing lightly over the tile.

And behind them, the boys settled in--comfortable, confident, waiting.

Vivian was already opening the mini bottles, humming softly to herself as she gathered glasses. "You two seriously need to loosen up," she said with a grin. "This is the fun part."

Camila glanced over her shoulder, lowering her voice. "Viv... there are three of them."

Vivian poured the rum over ice without missing a beat. "So? It's just a party. No one's signing a contract."

Pauline stood still, one hand on the counter. "We thought it was just you having company."

Vivian looked between them, calm, amused. "And now you've got company too. Just go with it."

They weren't convinced.

In the background, the low rumble of male voices carried from the sitting area--deep laughter and the clink of glass. Then, unmistakably, a comment:

"Man, they're even hotter up close."

The girls exchanged glances, Pauline's face flushing as she looked down at the drinks.

Vivian lifted a glass, unbothered. "You hear that? They're already charmed."

Drinks in hand, the girls returned to the lounge area of the suite, each step slower than before. As they approached, the seating arrangement shifted naturally--almost intentionally.

Leo was already sprawled across one end of the couch, a quiet authority in his posture. Malik and Dre occupied the two accent chairs on either side, angled in just enough to make the space feel surrounded.

Vivian, still basking in the buzz of the night, sat beside Leo, curling into him easily as he draped an arm around her shoulders.

Camila moved toward the couch opposite the chairs, but Malik patted the armrest of his chair with a grin. "Here's better."

Camila hesitated for a second, then sat on the wide arm, his hand resting just against her waist.

Pauline stood a moment too long, unsure, until Dre motioned to the seat beside him. "You good?"

She nodded quietly and settled next to him, careful with her posture. Her dress had risen slightly, and she tugged at the hem with self-conscious fingers.

Leo glanced around at the group, drink in hand, the mood thickening by the second. "So," he said smoothly, "what kind of trouble does a bachelorette party get into down here?"

Vivian giggled. "Depends who you ask."

Dre leaned toward Pauline, eyes locked. "I'm asking the bride."

Pauline blushed, caught off guard. "Um... some dancing. Drinks. Photos on the beach."

"Photos in those swimsuits, I hope," Malik added with a wink.

Camila raised her drink to her lips, but her hand was just a little less steady than before.

Leo turned back to Vivian, voice low but loud enough. "And the fiancé? What's he like?"

Vivian tilted her head. "Conservative. Sweet. Bit older."

Leo chuckled. "So the opposite of tonight."

The room buzzed with the unspoken.

Eyes met. Heat stirred.

And the night turned another shade darker.

Leo let the silence stretch just long enough to make it feel deliberate.

"Tell me something," he said, his voice low, directed now toward Pauline. "Has he ever watched you dance the way you were moving tonight?"

Pauline's eyes widened slightly. "N-no... he's not really into clubs."

Leo tilted his head. "Pity. He's missing out."

Malik leaned into Camila's space just slightly. "You girls always dress like that back home?"

Camila smiled, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. "Special occasion."

"Good choice," Dre added, looking at Pauline again. "You've got this quiet thing going on, but your body's loud as hell."

Pauline took a longer sip of her drink, her cheeks burning, caught between flattery and discomfort.

Vivian's laughter broke the tension for a moment. "This is what I meant--just let go, girls. It's all good."

Leo's hand slid lazily along the back of the couch, his fingers brushing against the bare skin of Vivian's shoulder. "What's your favorite thing he does to you?" he asked suddenly, still looking at Pauline.

She blinked. "What?"

"Your fiancé," he said, lips curling into a slow smile. "What's the thing he does that makes you melt?"

Pauline stared at her glass, speechless.

Camila jumped in, trying to cut the tension. "That's a bold question."

Leo didn't back off. "It's a bold night."

Vivian, already leaning into Leo's side, let out a soft laugh. "You're terrible," she whispered, though she didn't pull away when his hand slid lower down her back.

Leo turned to her, brushing his lips near her ear. "Tell them something they don't know about the bride."

Vivian's eyes glittered as she looked at Pauline. "She once told me she wished she could live just one night without being 'the good girl.'"

Pauline's breath caught. "Viv..."

Leo smiled. "And here we are."

Dre shifted closer to Pauline, his leg now touching hers. "What about tonight, then? Just for a few hours."

Malik's fingers rested at Camila's lower back, barely moving, but enough to make her spine straighten.

"You don't have to do anything," he murmured. "But you don't have to stop anything either."

Vivian clinked her glass against Pauline's. "It's still your party, babe. Why not take the night off from being perfect?"

The air inside the suite felt heavier now--thick with heat, alcohol, and something darker threading beneath it.

Vivian shifted in Leo's arms, her body turned toward him, eyes lidded and drunk with attention. Without waiting, he slid his fingers beneath her chin, tilting her face toward his. The kiss landed slow and deep, his other hand already moving lower, gripping her thigh as he pulled her closer.

Pauline looked away instinctively--only to find Dre's gaze waiting for hers.

"You okay?" he asked, voice smooth.

She hesitated, then nodded. "Yeah."

"Good."

His hand found her knee, resting there first... then gliding upward, slow and firm. She tensed, but didn't stop him. Not yet.

Camila shifted on Malik's lap now, his hands wrapped loosely around her waist. She let out a breath as he whispered something low into her ear, his lips grazing her skin. Her laugh was nervous--but not unwilling.

Leo broke the kiss with Vivian only long enough to glance across the room.

Vivian, breathing a little heavier, looked between the two girls with a smirk. "You know," she said to the guys, "Camila and Pauline... they're good girls."

She paused, then turned her gaze directly to Pauline. "But I think she needs a proper send-off before walking down the aisle."

Pauline's face flushed instantly, eyes dropping to her lap, but she didn't argue.

Leo's smile deepened. "I like the sound of that."

"She's watching," he murmured, nodding toward Pauline. "Let her."

Vivian's fingers tightened in Leo's shirt as she looked back at her friend. "You don't have to run, P."

Dre leaned in, his breath warm at Pauline's neck. "You want to stop me, say so."

She didn't.

The first line had been crossed.

Now they were just following the tension they'd created--one touch at a time.

Leo leaned back slightly, eyes locked on Vivian. "Put on something slow," he said. "Something worth dancing to."

Vivian gave him a sultry smile and rose from the couch, her bare feet silent on the floor as she crossed to the speaker by the TV. "You want smooth or sinful?"

Leo chuckled. "Surprise me."

While she scrolled through her playlist, Leo stood and turned toward Pauline, offering his hand.

"Come on," he said quietly.

She hesitated, her heart pounding, but placed her hand in his. He guided her gently to the center of the room, spinning her slowly.

As she twirled, his eyes roamed--taking in every line of her dress, every curve revealed and hinted beneath the thin black fabric. When she landed back facing him, his hand slid lower.

Lower.

Fingertips tracing down the small of her back, past her ass, until they brushed beneath the hem of her dress.

His voice dropped to a whisper only she could hear. "Tell me... do you like what you feel?"

Pauline's lips parted, breath catching--but she couldn't find her voice. Not yet.

The music started then--a low, sultry rhythm that poured into the room like smoke.

Leo stepped back and sank onto the couch again, legs apart, confidence radiating.

Malik pulled Camila into his lap with ease, his hands roaming her sides and thighs as she settled against him. Her giggle was soft, but her body responded instinctively, grinding slightly to the beat.

Leo raised a hand, gesturing to Pauline. "Show me what you've got."

She blinked. "I... I don't know."

Vivian, now seated beside Dre with a drink in hand, called out, "Come on, P. Just feel the music. No one's judging."

Pauline swallowed and took a breath. Then, slowly, she began to move.

Her hips rolled gently, cautiously at first--but with every second, her body remembered the rhythm from earlier. The music. The eyes.

And she let it carry her.

The room pulsed gently with the slow rhythm of the music. All eyes were on Pauline, the soft lighting glinting off her skin as she stood alone in front of them.

She closed her eyes for a moment, let the beat settle in her body, and then began to move.

Her hips swayed with growing confidence, arms trailing slowly up her sides and over her head. The thin fabric of her black dress clung tighter with every roll of her body, and the dim light made her glow like something ethereal.

Leo leaned forward on the couch, elbows on his knees, watching her like he owned the moment.

Vivian let out a soft whistle from beside Dre. "That's more like it."

Camila turned slightly on Malik's lap, watching her friend with a mix of awe and disbelief.

Pauline's movements grew bolder. She turned slowly, giving them a view of her back, the hem of her dress lifting just enough to show the edge of her thighs.

Her fingers slid down her body with every beat, exploring her own skin with a grace that surprised even her. When she looked over her shoulder, eyes catching Leo's, something changed--something deeper settled in her.

Leo's voice came low, dark. "Come closer."

Pauline obeyed, stepping between his knees, still moving, still dancing.

His hands didn't touch her--not yet. But the heat between them said everything.

And for a moment, she forgot everything outside that room.

Leo's hands finally lifted, slow and deliberate, grazing the sides of her thighs as she danced in front of him. His palms slid upward beneath the hem of her dress, fingers brushing the edge of her ass as she gasped, her breath catching in her throat.

He looked up at her, his voice low and rough. "You're shaking."

Pauline's reply was barely audible. "I know."

He grinned. "Good."

His hands moved higher, stopping just beneath her breasts, pressing against her stomach, holding her there as her hips kept swaying, slower now, more controlled.

Behind them, the room was quiet--except for the music and the faint sound of breath.

Vivian watched from the couch, lips parted, eyes dark.

Camila shifted again on Malik's lap, her own body reacting to the heat building in the room.

Leo leaned in, his lips brushing Pauline's stomach through the fabric. "Keep going," he whispered.

And she did.

From the couch, Vivian's eyes locked onto the scene, her breath subtly deeper, her thighs pressing together as she leaned forward, elbows resting on her knees.

"Damn, P..." she murmured, half in awe, half in heat.

Dre beside her chuckled softly. "Looks like the bride-to-be just found her rhythm."

Vivian didn't respond. She was too busy watching Pauline, transfixed.

On the other side of the room, Camila shifted again in Malik's lap. His hands had crept higher, resting under the hem of her dress, fingers tracing lazy circles on her inner thigh.

Camila whispered, "This is wild..."

Malik's lips were near her ear. "It's only starting."

Pauline swayed with her eyes closed now, the music guiding her, Leo's touch grounding her, and the silence from the others fueling her boldness.

She wasn't being watched.

She was being devoured.

The room pulsed gently with the slow rhythm of the music. All eyes were on Pauline, the soft lighting glinting off her skin as she stood alone in front of them.

She closed her eyes for a moment, let the beat settle in her body, and then began to move.

Her hips swayed with growing confidence, arms trailing slowly up her sides and over her head. The thin fabric of her black dress clung tighter with every roll of her body, and the dim light made her glow like something ethereal.

Leo leaned forward on the couch, elbows on his knees, watching her like he owned the moment.

Vivian let out a soft whistle from beside Dre. "That's more like it."

Camila turned slightly on Malik's lap, watching her friend with a mix of awe and disbelief.

Pauline's movements grew bolder. She turned slowly, giving them a view of her back, the hem of her dress lifting just enough to show the edge of her thighs.

Her fingers slid down her body with every beat, exploring her own skin with a grace that surprised even her. When she looked over her shoulder, eyes catching Leo's, something changed--something deeper settled in her.

Leo's voice came low, dark. "Come closer."

Pauline obeyed, stepping between his knees, still moving, still dancing.

His hands didn't touch her--not yet. But the heat between them said everything.

And for a moment, she forgot everything outside that room.

Leo's hands finally lifted, slow and deliberate, grazing the sides of her thighs as she danced in front of him. His palms slid upward beneath the hem of her dress, fingers brushing the edge of her ass as she gasped, her breath catching in her throat.

He looked up at her, his voice low and rough. "You're shaking."

Pauline's reply was barely audible. "I know."

He grinned. "Good."

His hands moved higher, stopping just beneath her breasts, pressing against her stomach, holding her there as her hips kept swaying, slower now, more controlled.

Behind them, the room was quiet--except for the music and the faint sound of breath.

Vivian watched from the couch, lips parted, eyes dark.

Camila shifted again on Malik's lap, her own body reacting to the heat building in the room.

Leo leaned in, his lips brushing Pauline's stomach through the fabric. "Keep going," he whispered.

And she did.

From the couch, Vivian's eyes locked onto the scene, her breath subtly deeper, her thighs pressing together as she leaned forward, elbows resting on her knees.

"Damn, P..." she murmured, half in awe, half in heat.

Dre beside her chuckled softly. "Looks like the bride-to-be just found her rhythm."

Vivian didn't respond. She was too busy watching Pauline, transfixed.

On the other side of the room, Camila shifted again in Malik's lap. His hands had crept higher, resting under the hem of her dress, fingers tracing lazy circles on her inner thigh.

Camila whispered, "This is wild..."

Malik's lips were near her ear. "It's only starting."

Pauline swayed with her eyes closed now, the music guiding her, Leo's touch grounding her, and the silence from the others fueling her boldness.

She wasn't being watched.

She was being devoured.

Across the room, Malik's hand slipped higher beneath Camila's dress, his fingers now grazing bare skin with steady intent. She inhaled sharply, her body pressing more firmly into him as his touch deepened.

"Relax," he whispered in her ear, his breath hot. "Let it happen."

Camila's thighs tensed, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she exhaled slowly, her hips subtly shifting as she began to move against his lap.

Malik's hands gripped her waist, guiding her into a slow rhythm. The friction, though subtle, was unmistakable. She bit her lip, her eyes fluttering shut as she gave in to the sensation.

Dre watched from across the room, a grin spreading across his face. "Didn't expect her to be the quiet storm," he murmured.

Vivian smirked beside him. "They never see it coming."

Malik's hands roamed freely now, sliding along Camila's back and thighs as she moved with increasing confidence. Her breath hitched again, her body responding more openly, more hungrily.

Whatever hesitation she had brought with her--it was gone.

Dre leaned a little closer to Vivian, his fingers casually trailing along the top of her thigh, exposed just beneath the hem of her dress. "You're enjoying the show," he said.

Vivian's lips curved, eyes still fixed on the room. "It's a good one."

Dre's hand moved further, firmer now. "You always watch, or do you like to be watched too?"

Vivian finally turned to him, her voice low. "Depends who's watching."

Without warning, Dre's hand slipped between her thighs, his fingers finding the heat there, pressing through the thin fabric. Vivian let out a soft gasp, shifting in her seat but not pulling away.

His mouth was at her ear now. "You're soaked."

She smirked, turning just enough to brush her lips against his. "Guess I like more than just watching."

Dre grinned and leaned in fully, capturing her mouth in a deep, claiming kiss while his hand moved with slow, knowing pressure.

Across the room, the others were still lost in their own haze.

But Vivian and Dre had started their own fire.

Leo hadn't taken his eyes off Pauline. The way she moved, the way her body responded--it lit something in him. Something commanding.

He leaned forward again, his hands reaching to take hers gently, guiding her closer until she was once more standing between his legs.

"Turn around," he said softly.

Her breath caught, but she obeyed.

With her back to him, he slid his hands over her hips, then lower--his palms slowly dragging up the back of her thighs, fingers brushing beneath her dress.

He leaned in, his voice a whisper against the nape of her neck. "A black thong, huh?"

Pauline shivered, surprised he noticed through the dress.

Leo's hands gripped her ass now, pulling her gently back against him as he sat upright. Her body molded into his, the heat between them undeniable.

"Do you feel that?" he murmured.

She nodded, eyes closed, her pulse racing.

He kissed her shoulder, slow and deliberate, his hands never still. One slid up, brushing the underside of her breasts through the fabric. The other remained firm on her hip, anchoring her.

"You don't have to say anything," he said, his voice steady. "Just don't stop me."

She didn't.

And he didn't stop

Pauline could feel Leo's erection forming beneath his pants--at first, she wasn't sure. But as it grew, pressing more insistently against her ass, the doubt vanished.

It was real.

And it was getting harder by the second.

For a moment, her mind tried to conjure James, to remember where she was supposed to draw the line--but he wasn't there. Not in her thoughts. Not in this room.

Right now, nothing else existed.

Leo eased her back to a standing position, his hands gliding from her hips to her waist as he murmured behind her, "Take it off for me... slowly."

She turned slightly, eyes searching for her friends.

Camila was on Malik's lap, her face flushed, her breath shallow as his hands moved under her dress. Vivian was with Dre, their mouths locked, her breasts pressed against his chest. Neither of them noticed her.

They were in their own worlds.

Her breath caught when Leo's voice came again--calm, low, and firm. "If you want to stop, you can. But if you don't... take it off."

The words slid into her like heat.

Her heart pounded with the pressure, the hunger, the ache of not knowing where this would lead--but needing to find out.

Her hands reached for the sides of her dress. Slowly, deliberately, she pulled it upward, inch by inch. As it lifted over her hips, her ass tilted back instinctively, arching toward Leo as her body began to sway to the rhythm of the music.

She peeled it higher, rising with the motion, until she tugged it free over her head and let it fall.

And there she stood.

Just her black, thin thong hugging her curves, her skin glowing in the dim light, the air cool against her breasts.

There was a man behind her--one she'd just met. One she would never see again.

And yet, her body didn't hesitate.

This wasn't her life.

This was her moment.

Camila could feel Malik's hands exploring her body--firm, warm, and unhurried. His mouth was near her ear, leaving soft, wet kisses down the curve of her neck.

And yet, her mind spun.

She didn't understand what was happening to her.

He wasn't her type. Not even close. She didn't like bigger men--never had. And Black men? That wasn't something anyone in her family would ever entertain. She could already hear the unspoken words, the sideways glances. There was a deep, quiet racism woven into her upbringing, the kind you didn't always see until it flared.

But here she was.

On his lap.

Letting his hands roam, letting his mouth take her breath.

She thought of her boyfriend, of how loyal she had always been. How stable their relationship was. How much he loved her.

But none of that mattered now.

None of it had weight against the heat Malik was building in her belly, the tension winding tighter with every slow touch.

This wasn't about logic. It wasn't even about choice.

Her body had made the decision for her.

And it wasn't letting go

Malik could feel the tension in Camila's body--tight, coiled, holding something back. But her hips were still moving, her breath still catching when his mouth grazed her skin.

"You're overthinking," he murmured, his voice a low rumble against her neck. "Let your body take care of it."

She wanted to deny it, to pull away... but she didn't. Her hands rested on his shoulders now, gripping tighter with every slow grind of her hips.

Malik's fingers slid beneath the hem of her dress again, his palms gliding up the back of her thighs. She shivered. When his hands reached her pussy, he paused, holding her there.

"You're warm," he whispered. "And soaking."

Camila gasped, cheeks burning. But she didn't stop.

His mouth returned to her collarbone, then lower--kissing along the top edge of her breasts, tongue tasting the salt of her skin.

She leaned into him, her body trembling as his hand slipped forward, beneath her dress, between her legs.

When his fingers found the soaked fabric of her panties, she let out a sound--half breath, half moan.

"I knew you'd feel like this," he said.

Vivian had always been the bold one--the daring, the wild, the unapologetic.

But as Dre's hands moved over her body and his mouth returned to hers, she couldn't help but think about Leo. She had come to the club imagining herself tangled with him by the end of the night. His size, his energy, the control he radiated--he was exactly the kind of man she hadn't had in far too long.

And yet, as the night unfolded, she'd stepped back. She knew the moment Leo's eyes landed on Pauline that he'd made his choice. The quiet ones always drew that kind of hunger. And Vivian, surprisingly, didn't mind.

Because deep down, she was still going to get what she wanted.

Dre wasn't Leo--but he was solid, confident, and from the first touch, she could feel he wasn't lacking.

She moaned into his mouth as his hand cupped her breasts, squeezing gently through the fabric of her dress. His other hand slipped between her thighs, his fingers already sliding along the wetness soaking through her panties.

Her mind flashed with memory--of a night a year ago, with a man who left her walking different the next day. That fullness. That stretch. That ache she craved.

And now, she could feel it again. Pressing against her thigh. Thick. Heavy.

Yes, she thought.

This wasn't Leo.

But it was going to be good.

The room pulsed only with the slow rhythm of music and the breathless sounds of bodies surrendering.

Camila's breathing came sharp and quick--lost in Malik's touch.

Vivian's quiet moans slipped into the air as Dre explored her slowly.

And in the center of it all, Leo reached forward and took hold of Pauline's ass, gripping it with both hands.

"Your body's insane," he said, voice low, nearly growling. "You must work hard for this."

Pauline blushed, barely able to meet his gaze. "I... I used to be a cheerleader."

He smiled, pleased, and let one hand slide between her cheeks--his fingers slipping lower until they pressed gently against her pussy from behind.

Pauline let out a deep gasp, her knees slightly trembling.

"Mmm," Leo rumbled. "Just how I like it. Wet already... getting ready for me."

He grabbed her waist and turned her to face him, pulling her close, seating her right on his lap. His strong arms held her steady, her thighs now straddling him, her breath tangled with his.

He guided her head gently down to his chest, and then without hesitation, lowered his mouth to her breasts.

His lips closed around her through the thin thong, kissing, sucking--teasing her with slow hunger.

Pauline gasped, reaching up instinctively to grab his head, needing the anchor.

Leo lingered at her breasts for another moment, teasing her with slow kisses and subtle flicks of his tongue.

Then, without warning, he pulled his mouth away, trailing kisses up her chest, over her collarbone, and finally claimed her lips with his.

It wasn't gentle.

It was commanding.

Pauline melted into it, her lips parting in surprise, her breath stolen by the intensity of his mouth--his dominance.

His hands slid down and grabbed her ass again, gripping hard--controlling her, steadying her so she wouldn't fall from the sheer force of the kiss.

She moaned softly into his mouth, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

On her side Camila was no longer thinking--only feeling.

Malik's hands were steady and sure, sliding under her dress with practiced ease, his fingers exploring every curve, every reaction. Her breath came in soft whimpers now, hips grinding slowly against his lap with rising urgency.

His lips found the base of her neck, trailing up to her jawline, then pausing near her ear.

"You don't need this," he whispered, tugging lightly at the strap of her dress.

She didn't respond--but she didn't stop him either.

He took the silence as permission, sliding the strap down her shoulder. Then the other. His large hands moved to her back, finding the zipper and dragging it down in one slow pull.

The fabric fell open.

Camila sat motionless for a moment, stunned by the sensation of air on her bare skin. Then, with a deep breath, she rose just enough for the dress to slip off her entirely, pooling at her feet.

Now only her nude thong clung to her, the rest of her skin glowing under the soft light.

Malik exhaled, almost in awe. "You're gorgeous."

She blushed, biting her lip, but didn't try to cover herself.

His hands returned--smoothing over her thighs, gripping her hips, drawing her closer as his lips met the top of her breasts.

And just like that, she joined Pauline in a state of surrender.

Bare.

Exposed.

Malik didn't waste a second. He stood swiftly, peeled off his shirt, and dropped his pants in one motion.

What revealed itself made Camila freeze.

Her eyes widened--first with shock, then with a flicker of something else. Nervousness. Curiosity. Heat.

Malik wrapped one hand around his massive cock and began stroking slowly, deliberately, as he sat back down on the couch. His eyes never left hers.

"Never seen a real one, huh?" he asked with a cocky smirk.

Camila blinked, trying to recover. "Of course I have. I have a boyfriend. I've done everything--"

Malik cut her off with a quiet laugh. "Let me guess. He's white. And he doesn't have one like this."

Then he tilted his head slightly. "His even close?"

Camila hesitated, her voice barely above a whisper. "He doesn't even come close. Not even halfway..."

Malik grinned wider. "Come here, then. See for yourself."

She swallowed hard and moved to kneel in front of him, her eyes locked on his cock.

He reached down and gently took her hand, guiding it to the base. Her fingers wrapped around him--but couldn't close fully around the thick shaft.

Her breath caught.

Still holding him, her second hand joined the first, and instinctively, she began to stroke--slow, careful, fascinated.

She leaned in and pressed her lips to the head, kissing it softly at first. Then, lips parted, she began to take him in.

Only the head fit inside her mouth.

She pulled back, then tried again, taking as much as she could. Her hands worked in rhythm with her mouth, slowly finding a pattern--each forward motion testing her limits a little more.

Vivian felt Dre's mouth on her neck, his hands sliding up her thighs, but her eyes were somewhere else now.

She turned slightly, taking in the room--and froze.

Pauline was straddling Leo, her breasts bare, her ass shifting over his lap as he kissed her like he owned her.

Camila was on her knees in front of Malik, both hands wrapped around his cock, her mouth working slowly, her eyes glazed over in concentration and desire.

The sight was overwhelming.

Vivian blinked, stunned. She had started this night thinking she'd be the wild one, the reckless spark that pulled everyone out of their shells. And now... both of her friends were gone--completely consumed by the moment.

And she was next.

Dre's hands found the straps of her dress and slid them down her arms.

Vivian swallowed hard as the fabric slipped down her body, pooling at her feet.

Dre was already pulling off his shirt, his eyes roaming her now-bare body with growing hunger.

She looked one more time at her friends--Pauline riding the edge of surrender, Camila kneeling in obedience--and then turned back to Dre.

Vivian turned around--and found Dre already standing, his cock in hand.

It was big. Thick. Not the biggest she'd seen--but still more than enough to make her pulse spike.

She didn't hesitate.

She dropped to her knees in front of him, her hands reaching out automatically. One wrapped around his shaft, and without a word, her mouth closed over the tip.

She began to coat him with her tongue, slow strokes and warm suction, her hands stroking in rhythm.

After a moment, she pulled back, eyes gleaming, and pressed his cock between her breasts, gliding it between them, up and down--soft, wet pressure around his length.

She looked up at him, breathless. "You like that?"

He didn't answer.

His gaze said everything.

She continued, dragging his cock between her breasts until the need to taste him again became too much. She lowered her mouth once more, slowly taking him in--deeper this time.

She breathed through her nose, relaxing her throat, inch by inch pushing past her limit.

Nearly three-quarters of him disappeared past her lips.

Dre let out a quiet groan, his hands twitching at his sides. He hadn't expected this from her. From her petite frame, her playful spark.

But now, watching her work him with skill and hunger, all he could think was--

Beside them, Leo had Pauline straddling his lap, her arms wrapped around his shoulders, their mouths locked in a deep, hungry kiss.

His hands were firm on her ass, gripping, guiding--moving her against him in a slow, rhythmic grind. The friction built between their bodies, his cock pressing hard beneath his clothes, rubbing perfectly against her through her thin thong.

Pauline gasped into his mouth with every shift of her hips, her body responding instinctively to the dry rhythm he set. Her hands clutched at his shoulders for balance, but her control was slipping with every press of his hips upward.

Leo groaned softly against her lips. "Just like that, baby... feel me."

In one swift motion, Leo stood from the couch, guiding Pauline to stand in front of him.

He began unbuttoning his shirt, letting it fall open over his chest. Without needing to be told, Pauline reached for his waistband, her fingers trembling as she unfastened his pants.

She tugged them down--and his cock sprang free.

The moment it came into view, a shock hit her. Not just a wave of guilt--but a wave of disbelief.

She froze.

It was huge.

Thick, heavy, intimidating. Nothing like what she had ever seen--not even in her imagination.

There were no words.

She dropped to her knees.

Her hands wrapped around the base, and she leaned forward, her lips parting as she brought him into her mouth.

Or tried to.

The head barely fit past her lips, stretching her open with just the tip.

And in that moment, her mind spiraled--remembering the few times she'd done this with James. Back then, she could take all of him without effort. It had felt easy... normal.

But this?

This was something else entirely.

Pauline kept trying to take in as much as she could. Each time the head of his cock pressed deeper into her throat, a wet gag echoed softly through the room.

Leo gripped her head with both hands, his fingers threading through her hair, and began guiding her--setting a slow, deliberate rhythm.

With every thrust, she took a little more.

Her eyes watered, her lips stretched, but she didn't stop.

This bachelorette night had taken a turn neither she nor Camila could have predicted--though for Vivian, maybe it wasn't so surprising.

Because right then, all three of them were on their knees, each with a cock in her mouth.

Leo eventually pulled Pauline up by the hand, his breath heavy, his eyes locked on hers.

Without a word, he led her toward the bedroom.

The lights were already dim when they entered, casting warm shadows across the room. But Leo turned them all on--flooding the space in soft amber light.

He lifted her with ease, carried her to the bed, and laid her down on her back.

Then, his fingers hooked around the waistband of her thong.

Pauline raised her hips, letting him pull it down slowly--completely.

There was nothing between them now.

No more hesitation.

No more going back.

Leo leaned in and kissed her, his lips warm and firm. As he pulled away slightly, he whispered against her mouth,

"You're doing so well."

The praise stirred something in Pauline--but then she felt it. His cock brushed against her pussy, and a rush of uncertainty shot through her. She caught her breath.

"I don't think it's going to fit," she admitted, almost in a whisper, her voice laced with both fear and curiosity.

Leo looked into her eyes, calm and confident.

"It will," he said, his voice deep and certain. "Just relax. Trust me. After tonight... nothing will ever be the same."

Without waiting for more, he lowered his head and let his mouth find her pussy. His movements were deliberate, almost reverent. He knew exactly what he was doing--and where. Pauline's body responded faster than she expected, her breath catching, her hips twitching, her moans slipping out between gasps.

She wasn't hiding them anymore. There was no shame in the sounds pouring out of her. Just raw, overwhelming sensation.

Leo took her legs and lifted them with ease, placing them beside her face. The position was intense, intimate--but her flexibility made it easy, natural. She felt exposed, vulnerable... and yet completely seen.

Then she felt him again. Leo's cock slid along her pussy, up and down in slow, teasing strokes, without entering. Just that--just the heat, the pressure, the suggestion--was enough to make her tremble.

She let out a quiet, needy sound.

He smiled.

"You feel that? We're just getting started."

Pauline gasped the moment she felt the head of his cock press against her entrance--thick, slow, stretching her inch by inch.

Pauline could feel her pussy stretching, trying to accept him, adjusting to the intrusion. A sharp twinge of pain hit her, but it was tangled with a growing wave of pleasure that made her body pulse with confusion. She cried out, gripping the sheets, her back arching as he sank deeper inside her.

Leo leaned in, his lips brushing her ear. "So tight... you feel too damn good."

He pushed in a little more, then paused. Then again, deeper. Every movement felt like he was unlocking something inside her.

"I don't think it's going to fit... it's too much," she gasped, gripping the sheets.

"Shhh... you're doing perfect," Leo said. "Just breathe. Let me in."

Her body trembled, legs wrapping around his waist, trying to take more of him. The stretch was almost too much, but her pussy clenched around him greedily.

He kept going, slow and patient, until half of his cock was buried inside her. Pauline's body trembled. The stretch still ached, but something had shifted. The discomfort began to melt away, replaced by a heady, intoxicating sense of fullness.

Then Leo pulled all the way out--and slid back in with care, starting to move with a gentle rhythm. The pain was gone. In its place, a rush of heat surged through Pauline.

It wasn't pain anymore. It was desire. Pure, consuming excitement.

Leo began to pick up the pace, gradually pushing in deeper with each thrust. Pauline gasped again, but this time it was different--this time it was need. Her hips moved to meet him, chasing every inch he gave her.

Her body was no longer resisting. It was craving him.

Leo grabbed her by the waist and started moving with faster, deeper thrusts. The sudden intensity pushed Pauline dangerously close to the edge. Her moans grew louder, more erratic, her breath catching with each powerful stroke.

Just as the orgasm began to rise inside her, Leo suddenly pulled out. Pauline gasped, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. She felt empty, her pussy still stretched, pulsing around the absence of his cock.

Without a word, Leo pulled her off the bed and positioned her--legs stretched, slightly apart, her upper body resting on the mattress. He moved behind her and slid his cock back in with ease, her body now more than ready for him.

Gripping her hips firmly, he began to thrust again, each movement deeper and more forceful. With every push, only a fraction of his cock remained outside, burying himself almost entirely inside her.

Pauline couldn't take it anymore. The pressure was too much--too intense.

She moaned louder, her voice raw, her body slick with sweat as he filled her over and over. One hand clutched his back, the other tangled in the sheets as the pressure built--wave after wave.

Her climax crashed into her, shaking her from the inside out. She gasped, eyes rolling back, "Oh fuckkk... I'm cumming!" she cried out, her voice breaking.

But Leo didn't stop. He kept driving into her with the same relentless rhythm, his grip tightening on her waist.

Her climax exploded through her, a raw, overwhelming release that left her shaking. And before she could fully come down, another orgasm began to rise--sharper, stronger, even more intense.

Leo was close now too. His breath was ragged, his movements rough and desperate.

As Pauline came again, her body trembling uncontrollably, Leo pulled out, flipped her onto her knees, and stroked his cock furiously. Thick ropes of cum shot across her face and body, one after another, landing hot and heavy on her skin.

Pauline opened her mouth, tilted her head back, eyes on him. With one hand, she grabbed the base of his cock, stroking him slowly, milking out the very last drop.

Leo looked her in the eyes and said,

"Welcome to the club."

He took her gently by the head and guided her back to his cock. Pauline, with a playful smile, opened her mouth and cleaned off what was left, slowly and without hesitation.

They stood up, still catching their breath, and the sounds from the living room drifted in--Camila and Vivian clearly enjoying themselves with Dre and Malik.

Pauline headed to the bathroom to wash her face. She rinsed off, put on her pajamas, and stepped back into the bedroom.

But when she came out, Leo was gone.

Back in the living room, the atmosphere was thick--charged with sweat, breath, and moans that filled the air like music.

Camila was on the couch, bent forward over the armrest. Her hair clung to her skin, her hands gripping the cushions as Malik moved behind her with deep, deliberate strokes. His hands gripped her ass firmly, anchoring her, guiding her into each thrust. Her voice spilled out in staggered gasps, soft cries of pleasure that escaped her lips despite the guilt still flickering deep inside.

Malik leaned over her, his chest against her back. "You feel so good, baby," he whispered. "So damn tight for me."

Camila could barely answer. Her mind was somewhere between resistance and surrender--but her body had made its choice long ago.

On the rug a few feet away, Vivian was straddling Dre, completely in control. Her breasts bounced with each motion, her body dripping with sweat, her movements confident and unrelenting. Dre's hands gripped her hips as he thrust up into her, matching her rhythm with gritted teeth and eyes locked on hers.

"You like watching your friends turn into bad girls?" Vivian whispered with a sly grin, leaning in close.

Dre groaned. "Hell yes."

Vivian threw her head back, riding harder, the sound of skin on skin echoing softly through the room.

Vivian's hips rolled with unwavering control, sweat sliding down the curve of her spine as she rode Dre without mercy. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, her lips parted in a half-smile, half-moan that drove him wild.

"You're fucking insatiable," Dre groaned, eyes locked on her as if she were the only thing that existed in the room.

Vivian leaned in, her hair falling around his face like a curtain, her voice low and deliciously cruel.

"I know."

She bit his lower lip, then pulled back, grinding her hips in tight circles that made Dre curse under his breath. Her confidence was magnetic, almost intimidating--but in that moment, she wasn't thinking. She was chasing the edge, letting her body devour his.

Just a few feet away, Camila's moans were growing louder. Malik's pace had picked up, his thrusts more urgent now, his grip on her ass tightening as he slammed into her. Her body jolted forward with each push, but she didn't resist--instead, she pushed back, matching his rhythm with newfound desperation.

Her eyes were half-closed, unfocused, her cheeks flushed and her mouth open as gasps and whimpers tumbled out of her.

"Oh my god... Malik... fuck..."

Malik grunted, leaning forward to kiss her neck, his voice rough in her ear.

"You feel that, baby? I'm deep inside you... you're taking me so damn good."

Camila's response was a long, trembling moan. She could feel herself unraveling, her body tight and ready to snap. Any lingering guilt was buried under waves of pleasure that left no room for anything else.

Vivian glanced over her shoulder, watching Camila with a satisfied smirk. She was proud--almost turned on--by how far her friend had let go.

"Looks like someone's not so innocent after all," she purred, loud enough for Malik and Camila to hear.

Camila didn't answer. She couldn't. Her entire body convulsed as the orgasm tore through her, sudden and uncontrollable. Her voice broke into a high, breathless cry as she came hard, gripping the couch with white knuckles.

Camila collapsed onto the couch, her body limp after the intense orgasm. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her skin glowing with sweat and release.

Malik stepped back, grabbing his cock with one hand and stroking it slowly as he walked toward where Dre and Vivian were still going at it. The glistening sheen of Camila's pussy was still visible along the length of his shaft.

He approached Vivian, and without missing a beat, she opened her mouth to receive him--her eyes never leaving Dre's as she wrapped her lips around Malik's cock.

Camila, still catching her breath, looked up from the couch and watched the scene unfold--Vivian straddling Dre, riding him hard, while sucking on Malik's cock as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

With a weak chuckle and a breathy voice, Camila muttered,

"I knew Vivian was wild... but damn, that's a whole other level."

Vivian moaned around Malik's cock, her mouth stretched wide, her tongue swirling expertly as she kept grinding on Dre beneath her. Her breasts bounced in wild rhythm, sweat dripping down her sternum, the air thick with heat, lust, and the raw sounds of skin against skin.

She pulled back just enough to let Malik's cock slap against her lips, then took him in again, deeper this time, her eyes flicking up to meet his. He growled under his breath, fingers tangling in her hair.

"Fuck, Vivian... your mouth is unreal," Malik groaned.

She didn't answer with words. Her mouth did all the talking--suction, rhythm, control. She moved like she knew exactly how to bring a man to the edge and keep him there. Meanwhile, her hips never stopped moving on Dre, who was now gripping her tightly, his breath ragged, thrusting up into her with desperation.

"Shit--Vivian--I'm gonna cum," Dre panted.

Vivian smirked, pulled off Malik with a loud, wet pop, and looked down at Dre.

"Then do it," she whispered. "Fill me up."

She arched her back, riding him harder, letting herself get lost in the chaos--two men completely at her mercy, her body owning the room.

Malik stroked his cock beside her, watching her with dark, hungry eyes. Vivian reached out and cupped his ass with one hand while riding Dre through the edge, fully in control.

She wasn't just letting go.

She was commanding it.

Vivian's body was a storm--her hips slamming down on Dre with practiced rhythm, her breath ragged, her breasts flushed and glistening. Dre was barely holding on, his hands gripping her thighs so hard they trembled.

"I'm gonna--fuck, Vivian--I'm gonna cum," he gasped, his head falling back.

Vivian leaned in close, her lips brushing his ear.

"Do it. I want to feel every drop."

With a final thrust, Dre let out a deep groan, his cock pulsing inside her as he released. Vivian kept grinding, drawing out every wave, every twitch, until he was completely spent beneath her.

She didn't stop.

She turned her attention back to Malik, who had been watching, stroking himself faster, his chest rising and falling as tension built in his body. Vivian slid off Dre slowly, her pussy dripping with cum, and knelt in front of Malik with a wicked smile.

"Your turn," she said, looking up at him.

Malik barely lasted a few more strokes before he exploded--thick bursts of cum landing across Vivian's face, lips, and chest. She kept her eyes on him, lips slightly parted, letting the heat of it coat her skin. One final rope spilled over her tongue, and she swallowed with a satisfied hum.

Still on her knees, she ran her fingers along her skin, wiping some of the mess and licking it slowly, deliberately, like it was hers to claim.

Malik let out a breathless laugh.

"Holy shit... you're unreal."

Vivian grinned, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

"I know."

She sat back on her heels, glowing, wild, and unapologetically in control.

Nothing but the sound of shallow breaths and the hum of distant music in the background.

After a few moments of silence, the men slowly pulled themselves up, their bodies still glistening with sweat. Dre reached for his shirt, tugging it over his head with a soft grunt, while Malik leaned down to pick up his pants, glancing briefly at Camila with a small, satisfied smirk.

Vivian lay back, catching her breath, a faint smile still on her lips. She watched Dre quietly as he dressed, her body heavy and buzzing.

Camila rolled to her side, pulling a cushion beneath her and blinking up at Malik as he slipped his shirt on.

Leo had long since disappeared, and now, the remaining men were gathering their things, slipping on shoes, fixing watches, adjusting collars.

Before heading to the door, Dre looked down at Vivian, his voice low but warm. "You girls... really know how to throw a party."

Malik gave Camila a nod and a playful wink. "Hope you enjoyed your little adventure, princes."

With one last glance back at the room--and the women still sprawled across it--they opened the door and stepped out into the hallway, leaving the suite quiet once more.

The door clicked shut behind the men, and for a few long seconds, the suite remained completely still.

Vivian was the first to sit up. She pulled a throw blanket from the edge of the couch and wrapped it around her body, her skin still warm, her mind racing. Camila followed, her cheeks flushed, her lips parted in the aftermath of everything.

Neither spoke at first. Their eyes met--and then, without warning, both broke into a soft, disbelieving laugh.

"What just happened?" Camila murmured, running her fingers through her messy hair.

Vivian leaned back against the couch, stretching her sore limbs. "I think we just rewrote the rules."

They sat there a moment longer, letting the weight of the silence sink in, the tension slowly fading into something more intimate, more real.

"Let's go check on Pauline," Vivian finally said, her voice quieter now.

Camila nodded, and the two of them stood, their bodies still bare, their minds quiet, and walked slowly toward the bedroom.

The bedroom door creaked as they entered. Pauline was sitting up in bed, arms wrapped around her knees, lost in thought.

Her eyes lifted when they walked in.

No one spoke right away.

Then Camila broke the silence. "You okay?"

Pauline hesitated. Then, quietly: "I don't know."

Vivian crossed the room and sat beside her. "You don't have to know. Just... be here. With us."

Camila joined them on the other side, and for a moment, the three sat together on the bed, wrapped in silence, hearts pounding for different reasons.

Whatever that night had been--it wasn't over yet.

Not in their minds.

Not in their hearts.

Vivian glanced between them, reading the unease behind their silence. She exhaled and gave a soft smile. "Look... I know this feels crazy. But it's not as wild as it seems."

Pauline looked up at her, brows furrowed. "I've never done anything like this. I don't even know what came over me."

Vivian reached out and took her hand. "It's your bachelorette party, babe. These nights are supposed to be wild. You think James is gonna be a saint during his bachelor trip? Please. If he ends up at a strip club with his friends, you really think you'll know what happens there?"

Pauline hesitated, her mouth opening slightly, but no words came.

"Exactly," Vivian continued. "And look, I'm not saying this erases anything. But you deserve to have your own moment. We all do."

Camila gave a small, crooked smile. "It was... intense. I never thought I'd do something like this. But part of me doesn't regret it."

Vivian laughed gently. "Of course you don't. We lived something real tonight. Something we'll never forget."

Pauline exhaled slowly. The tension in her shoulders began to fade.

"Maybe it was just one night," she whispered. "Maybe that's all it needed to be."

Vivian squeezed her hand. "Exactly. One night. No rules. Just us. And no shame."

After their talk they all went for a good night's sleep.

Scene 13 - The Morning After

The soft light of morning crept through the slats of the curtains, casting a pale golden glow over the room. The air was quiet now, thick with stillness, like the calm after a storm.

Pauline was the first to stir. She blinked up at the ceiling, her body wrapped in a light sheet, her mind still foggy. She rolled onto her side and saw Camila curled up beside her, breathing softly, and Vivian sprawled across the other end of the bed with one leg half hanging off.

Everything from the night before hit her in one slow, dizzying wave.

She sat up slowly, careful not to wake them, and walked to the bathroom. The cool water on her face did little to ground her, but it gave her just enough clarity to breathe deeper.

By the time she returned, Vivian was already stretching, her hair a wild mess, a faint smile on her lips. "Morning," she said with a yawn.

Camila groaned softly, pulling the pillow over her head. "No talking. Head's pounding."

Pauline chuckled despite herself. "We survived."

Vivian propped herself up on an elbow, studying them. "We did more than survive."

The three exchanged a look.

There was no shame in their faces. Just a strange, quiet acceptance. A closeness that hadn't existed before. An unspoken truth that bound them tighter than ever.

Whatever came next, they had crossed a line together.

And they weren't going to pretend they hadn't.

Camila sat up slowly, rubbing her temples and letting out a long breath. "If my family ever found out what I did last night," she said with a laugh, "they'd probably try to exorcise me."

Vivian raised an eyebrow. "Seriously?"

"They're super old-school. A little... racist, if I'm honest. And I just--" She shook her head, laughing again. "Let's just say that Malik would not be on their approved list."

They all burst into laughter.

Pauline leaned back on her hands, eyes wide with a half-dazed look. "I still don't understand how it fit."

Vivian smirked. "Leo?"

Pauline nodded. "It was... I've never seen anything like it. It was like--my body didn't even know what to do."

Vivian clutched her chest with mock drama. "I'm actually jealous. That was supposed to be my storyline."

More laughter.

Just then, Vivian's phone buzzed on the nightstand. She grabbed it, squinted at the screen, and her eyes lit up. "Oh. My. God. The photos from the beach yesterday!"

She tapped a few buttons and cast her screen onto the room's smart TV.

Seconds later, their images lit up the screen--sun-kissed, windswept, legs long and glowing, those bold bikinis doing everything right.

The girls started laughing again, pointing at each frame.

"Look at your ass in that shot," Camila said to Pauline, still half-laughing.

Vivian grinned. "Tell me we don't look like the hottest crew to ever hit this island."

For a moment, the heaviness of the night before melted into something light. Playful. Almost innocent.

Almost.

Camila, still grinning, reached for the hotel phone on the nightstand. "Okay, I need food or I'm going to pass out. Anyone else starving?"

"Yes, please," Pauline said, her stomach growling at the mention.

Vivian nodded. "Something greasy. And sweet. And cold juice. And coffee."

Camila chuckled as she placed the order for a full breakfast spread--eggs, toast, pancakes, fruit, juices, and coffee for three.

As they waited, their attention turned back to the screen.

The photos cycled slowly, one after another.

A wide shot of all three of them standing at the edge of the water, arms around each other, sun hitting their glowing skin.

Vivian in the center, confident and radiant in her nearly see-through mesh bikini, throwing her head back in laughter.

Camila laughing, her bikini top barely containing her curves, a cocktail in hand, hair tousled by the wind.

Pauline standing in profile, the tiny strings of her thong disappearing into the curve of her ass, her breasts outlined just enough under the triangle top to draw attention, even as she looked away shyly from the camera.

"Damn," Vivian said, raising her eyebrows. "Look at you two. If I were a man on that beach, I'd have fainted."

Camila laughed. "If my mom saw these, she'd faint."

Pauline was silent for a moment, then smiled. "We do look... kind of amazing."

Vivian glanced at her and grinned. "Told you. The bikinis worked their magic."

Another image filled the screen--Pauline standing knee-deep in the ocean, her body turned just enough for the sunlight to catch every curve, her smile unguarded.

She stared at it for a second longer than the rest.

"I actually love that one," she said softly.

Camila nodded. "It's real. Like... who we were yesterday."

The room quieted again, but it wasn't uncomfortable.

It was warm. Familiar.

And healing.

Just then, a soft knock at the door made them all jump slightly.

Vivian tossed a pillow at Camila with a grin. "Breakfast is here, princesa."

Camila padded over to the door and opened it. A young hotel staff member stepped in with a wide tray balanced in his hands, eyes going wide the moment he caught sight of the paused photo on the screen--Vivian mid-laugh in her sheer bikini, Pauline's ass catching the sunlight, Camila with her top barely containing her.

He tried to look away politely, but the flush on his cheeks betrayed him.

Vivian, of course, noticed immediately. "You like what you see?" she teased with a wink, stretching slightly on the bed.

The poor guy nearly dropped the tray. "Uh--I--I mean, yes--I mean, you all look... spectacular."

The girls burst into laughter, Pauline turning red and Camila covering her face with a pillow.

"You're terrible," Pauline said through a laugh.

Vivian shrugged. "I live to entertain."

The tray was set carefully on the table, and the staff member gave one final nervous smile before retreating quickly, the door clicking shut behind him.

More laughter filled the room.

Vivian turned back to the TV. "Let's eat and admire ourselves some more."

They settled around the table, plates filled with eggs, pancakes, fruit, and toast, the smell of coffee filling the room.

"Okay," Camila said through a mouthful of syrupy pancake, "this is heaven."

Pauline sipped her orange juice and smiled. "I forgot how good real food tastes after a night like that."

Vivian reached for the coffee pot, refilling all three mugs. "We earned this. Last night was a full workout."

The TV continued to play the slideshow--now a series of close-ups: their feet in the sand, laughing selfies, playful shots in the surf.

"I can't believe we pulled off those poses," Camila said. "We look like influencers."

"Right?" Vivian grinned. "Natural-born stars."

Pauline leaned in to get a better look at one photo--her in the shallow waves, back arched, hair slicked behind her, the sun glinting off her skin. "I didn't know I could look like that," she said softly.

Camila reached out and squeezed her hand. "That's you. That's all you."

Vivian looked between them and smiled, then clapped her hands once. "So, what's the plan today? Beach again? Shopping? Spa? Or do we just find more trouble to get into?"

Camila raised her brows. "Please, let's start with something chill. Maybe the spa?"

Pauline nodded. "I could use something calming. A massage sounds perfect."

Vivian laughed. "Alright, spa it is. Then beach. Then... who knows?"

The three clinked their coffee mugs together in agreement.

Late that morning, the three girls walked into the spa in fluffy white robes, hair tied up, faces clean of makeup. The lobby was a tranquil dream--soft music, eucalyptus in the air, and the sound of a bubbling fountain nearby.

They were led to a private relaxation area with warm lighting, citrus water in glass pitchers, and three massage tables waiting under the soft glow of overhead lanterns.

As they settled in, Pauline lay on her back with a sigh, eyes closing. "This already feels like heaven."

Camila giggled. "I think I needed this more than I realized."

Vivian stretched her arms over her head. "Our bodies went through a lot. We deserve some TLC."

A few minutes later, the masseuses entered--professional, calm, their voices soothing as they asked about pressure preferences and areas to focus on.

Once the massages began, the room fell into a slow rhythm of deep breaths and content murmurs. Warm oil, practiced hands, the scent of lavender and orange peel--it was the complete opposite of the chaos from the night before.

Somewhere between the neck massage and the lower back work, Pauline felt her thoughts finally slow. She thought of Leo, then of James, and then, finally, of nothing at all.

In that moment, she just existed.

assfe. Weightless. At peace.

From the table next to her, Camila let out a low, satisfied sigh. "Okay... I could live in this spa."

Vivian, face-down with her voice slightly muffled, chuckled. "assme. This is the best kind of silence. No guilt. No drama. Just fingers in the right places."

Camila let out a sleepy laugh. "That's exactly what I needed today. I feel like my body forgot how to function after last night."

Pauline opened one eye and smiled faintly. "My muscles are thanking me. Especially after... well, everything."

Vivian turned her head to the side, eyes still closed. "Isn't it wild how we woke up today... different? Not bad different. Just--changed."

Camila nodded slowly. "It's like... we left something behind. And I don't think I want it back."

No one said anything for a while.

The only sounds were the soft strokes of hands over skin, the rustle of sheets, and the gentle trickle of the spa's water features.

Time didn't feel real. Only this moment did.

And for the first time in a long time, each of them felt completely present.

After the massages ended, the girls moved slowly and quietly back into their robes, hair a little messy, skin glowing from the oils. None of them spoke much--there was no need.

The moment they stepped out of the spa and back into the hotel's main corridor, the hum of the world returned. But something inside them had shifted--calmer, lighter.

They headed straight to the hotel's oceanfront restaurant, a breezy terrace with white linens, rattan chairs, and a panoramic view of the turquoise sea.

The hostess greeted them and led them to a corner table under the shade of a wide palm-leaf umbrella. As they sat, a light breeze teased the edges of their robes and tousled their hair again.

"I'm starving," Vivian said, opening her menu with a satisfied sigh.

Pauline looked out at the ocean and smiled. "I could stay here forever."

Camila tilted her head and nodded. "This feels like the first real vacation of my life."

They ordered fresh ceviche, grilled shrimp tacos, and icy drinks--coconut water for Pauline, a mojito for Camila, and a spicy michelada for Vivian.

The conversation remained soft, slow. Still wrapped in the tranquility of the spa, they savored each bite, each sip, each moment--knowing the day had only just begun.

As they dipped tortilla chips into the citrusy ceviche, Vivian leaned back and grinned. "Do you guys remember that game in senior year when the mascot's head fell off during halftime?"

Camila nearly choked on her mojito, laughing. "Oh my god--yes! And you kept dancing like nothing happened."

"I had to! The band was still playing, and the cheer captain can't just stop mid-routine," Vivian said, mock-offended.

Pauline giggled. "You were so dramatic. I swear you flipped your hair like three times extra to distract the crowd."

Vivian winked. "It worked, didn't it?"

Camila wiped tears of laughter from her eyes. "I miss those days. Everything felt so big and serious at the time. Now it's like... a different life."

Pauline nodded softly. "But I'm glad we still have us. Different lives, sure--but we're still here. Still us."

They clinked glasses again, smiling beneath the coastal sun, their plates slowly clearing, their hearts feeling just a little fuller than before.

Vivian sipped her michelada, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Okay--but wait. Do you remember that frat party my sophomore year? The one where I accidentally ended up in the fraternity president's hot tub?"

Camila snorted. "Accidentally? Please. You cannonballed in, fully clothed."

"I had a plan!" Vivian laughed. "I was trying to be chill, and then I slipped on the edge and dragged two people in with me. Including the president's girlfriend."

Pauline's jaw dropped. "That was you? That story made it to our dorm!"

Vivian shrugged proudly. "Iconic behavior. And then I spent the rest of the night wrapped in someone's toga, drinking jungle juice and dancing on the ping-pong table."

Camila shook her head with a smile. "You've always been chaos. Pure, fun chaos."

"And you both have always been the best audience," Vivian said, lifting her glass.

They all clinked drinks again, laughter rising above the gentle breeze, wrapped in memory and sun.

Pauline looked at them both, her expression softer now, touched with emotion. "I'm really happy we're doing this," she said. "Not just the trip. Us. Together. I feel like I've missed so much of you both these past years. And now, it's like... we're us again."

Vivian reached across the table and squeezed her hand. "That's exactly why I took your phone away. I knew if James started texting every five minutes, you'd spiral into guilt mode and miss all of this."

Pauline gave a sheepish smile. "Yeah... you're probably right."

Camila raised her glass. "Here's to being in the moment. No distractions. No regrets."

They lingered for a few more minutes, picking at the last bites of shrimp tacos and sipping the final drops from their drinks, basking in the warmth of the ocean breeze and each other's laughter.

Eventually, Camila stretched and stood. "Alright, chicas. Shall we get into those bikinis again?"

Pauline nodded, standing up with her. "Beach time sounds perfect."

Vivian slung her bag over one shoulder and smirked. "Let's make the pool crowd regret not waking up earlier."

They walked back to the suite together, still glowing from the spa, full from the meal, and warmed by the kind of happiness that only came from sun, salt, and friendship.

Once inside, the mood was light and playful. They each moved to their corners of the room, sorting through their beach bags and choosing their swimwear--this time with a little more boldness than the day before.

Scene 14 - Beach Day

The room filled with laughter and the sound of zippers and rustling fabric as the girls began digging through their bags. Sunlight poured through the window, casting a soft glow across the suite.

This time, their energy was different--more mellow, more grounded. The boldness of the previous day had settled into something calmer.

Pauline pulled out a light blue one-piece with a modest cut and a crisscross back. "I think I'm going for comfort today," she said with a soft smile.

Camila held up a dark floral bikini with a high-waisted bottom and a supportive top. "assme. I just want to lie on a beach chair and not think about anything."

Vivian, true to herself, held up a sleek black two-piece with a plunging neckline and mesh panels. "Okay but... just a little trouble. It's practically classy."

Pauline laughed. "That's probably the most conservative thing you've ever packed."

"Progress," Vivian said with a wink, slipping into it.

They changed at their own pace, no rush, no pressure. Just easy conversation and playful glances as they helped each other tie straps and adjust fits.

Once ready, they added cover-ups--flowy kaftans and oversized sunglasses--and gathered their beach bags with towels, sunscreen, and books.

Vivian snapped a quick mirror selfie of all three. "Let's go remind this resort who we are... but, like, the chill version."

With a final laugh, they stepped out, ready for a slower, sun-soaked afternoon.

The walk to the beach was short, the stone path warm beneath their sandals, lined with palm trees swaying gently in the breeze. The sound of waves grew louder with each step, soothing and inviting.

They found a quiet spot near the edge of the lounging area, three loungers under a wide umbrella, the perfect place to unwind.

Just as they began laying out their towels and setting down their bags, Vivian's gaze drifted toward a livelier section farther down the beach.

A cluster of lounge chairs, portable speakers blasting upbeat music, and a group of men laughing, drinking, and tossing a football in the sand.

There, in the middle of it all, was Leo.

Shirtless, sunglasses on, a drink in hand, talking to one of his friends with that same effortless charm.

Camila noticed too. "Well, look who's here."

Pauline turned her head, her breath catching slightly. She looked for just a second longer before adjusting her towel. "Just act normal. Maybe they haven't seen us."

Vivian smirked. "Maybe. But even if they did, we're not here for them today."

They settled into their chairs, pulling out books and reapplying sunscreen, doing their best to pretend the past wasn't walking distance away.

The ocean stretched out before them, endless and blue. And for now, that's all they focused on.

A server wandered by with a notepad, and Vivian waved him over with a smile. "Three margaritas and a plate of guacamole with chips, please. Oh, and maybe some fresh fruit?"

"Of course," he nodded politely, and disappeared down the boardwalk.

The girls leaned back into their loungers. Camila pulled a novel from her bag, flipping it open with a sigh. Pauline followed suit, settling in with a mystery book she had barely started the day before. Vivian pulled out a romance novel with a half-naked man on the cover and grinned at the other two. "Don't judge me. I need drama."

As the sun crept higher, they shifted their loungers slightly, and Vivian grabbed the bottle of sunscreen from her bag. "Okay, who's first?"

Pauline rolled onto her stomach. "Just do my back. I'm not trying to burn like last trip."

Vivian lathered her hands and began working the lotion over Pauline's back, the air quiet except for waves and distant laughter from farther down the beach.

Camila took her turn next, then helped apply lotion to Vivian's shoulders.

They each lay back again, letting the warmth seep into their skin, books in hand, drinks on the way.

It was peaceful. Calm.

Exactly what they needed.

After a quiet stretch of sun and pages turning, Camila shifted and sat up. "I think I need to use the bathroom," she said, brushing sand off her legs.

Pauline sat up too, stretching her arms over her head. "I'll go with you."

The two walked together across the sand toward the nearby beach restrooms, their pace unhurried, their conversation easy.

"You good?" Pauline asked.

"Yeah," Camila replied, smiling. "Just... content. It's weird. After everything, I thought I'd feel more conflicted. But I don't."

Pauline nodded slowly. "I get it. It's like... I'm still trying to make sense of things, but for now, I just want to breathe."

They reached the small restroom building, and after a quick stop, they walked back toward their loungers, chatting about nothing in particular--the spa, the food, the sun.

Vivian waved at them lazily from her spot, her sunglasses lowered just enough to peek over the top. "I was about to send a search party."

Camila grinned. "We survived."

And with that, they settled back into their loungers, the sound of waves once again taking over.

The sun warmed their skin, and with full stomachs, books half-forgotten on their laps, the girls slowly drifted into that blissful space between waking and dozing. Eyes closed, breaths steady, their bodies relaxed fully into the loungers.

It wasn't until a familiar voice cut through the soothing hum of the beach that their eyes fluttered open.

"Well, well... if it isn't my favorite trio."

Pauline's heart skipped. She turned her head and saw Leo standing just a few feet away, shirtless, his toned chest glistening slightly with sea mist, sunglasses perched low on his nose and a slow smile playing on his lips.

Vivian sat up first, flashing a grin. "Look who decided to walk over."

Leo's gaze lingered on Pauline for a moment longer. "You look... rested."

Pauline tried to keep her expression neutral. "It's been a relaxing day."

He stepped a little closer, lowering his voice just enough. "Glad to hear it. Just making sure you're still enjoying yourself. You left quite an impression."

Vivian raised an eyebrow, smirking at the tension.

Leo grinned and instead of leaving, lowered himself onto the edge of Vivian's lounger with casual ease. His fingers brushed lightly against her leg as he spoke.

"So listen," he said, glancing at all three of them. "Tonight, I'll be at the hotel bar with a couple of my guys. You should come by, have a drink, maybe dance a little."

Camila gave a polite smile. "We were thinking of keeping it low-key tonight. Last night was... a lot."

Pauline nodded, her voice soft. "Yeah, probably just something quiet. It's our last night here."

Leo laughed gently, his fingers still lazily tracing small circles along Vivian's thigh. "All the more reason to make it count. Last nights should be unforgettable."

His gaze lingered on Pauline. "Wear something sexy," he said with a playful wink.

Then he stood, cool and unbothered, and made his way back down the beach toward his group, leaving behind a silence heavier than before.

Pauline exhaled slowly.

Camila looked at her sideways. "Still pretending we're here to relax?"

Pauline didn't answer. But her flushed cheeks said enough.

Vivian let out a low whistle, fanning herself with her hand. "Okay, that man knows how to command a room--or a beach, apparently."

Camila shifted on her lounger, glancing down toward where Leo had gone. "He really doesn't hold back, does he?"

Pauline picked up her drink and took a long sip, avoiding their gazes. "I don't know what he's playing at... but it's like he sees right through me."

Vivian stretched her legs out, toes pointing into the sand. "That's exactly the point. He knows what he's doing. He wants a reaction."

Camila tilted her head. "Are we really considering going tonight?"

There was a beat of silence.

Then Vivian smirked. "I'm not saying we have to do anything. But showing up? Looking amazing? That's power."

Pauline gave a small, uncertain smile. "We'll see."

The tension slowly dissolved into the breeze again. But the seed had been planted--and they all felt it.

As the afternoon wore on, the sun began to dip lower toward the horizon, casting a golden hue across the beach. The breeze grew cooler, brushing softly over their skin, and the sound of the waves became more rhythmic--almost like a lullaby.

Vivian stretched and stood first. "Alright, girls. I think it's time to pack up before we turn into sun-dried fruit."

Camila laughed and started gathering her book and sunglasses. Pauline followed, folding her towel neatly and slipping on her sandals.

They walked together up the sand, quiet and content, when a familiar voice caught their attention.

"Look who it is--my favorite models."

They turned and saw the local photographer from the beach photoshoot, now snapping pictures of a couple further down the shore. He grinned and gave them a small wave.

Vivian beamed. "Hey,!"

"You three lit up my camera like no one else," he said, walking a few steps closer. "Anytime you want another session, just say the word."

Camila laughed. "You made us look way better than we expected."

Pauline smiled, a little bashful. "Thank you again for the pictures. They were perfect."

He gave a small bow, then turned back to his work. "Anytime, ladies."

The girls continued on their way, giggling quietly as they walked toward the hotel, their energy light again, brushing off the tension like sand on their skin.

Scene 15 - Last Night Batch

Back in the suite, the three girls kicked off their sandals and peeled out of their beachwear, their bodies warm and sun-kissed. The bathroom quickly filled with steam as the showers turned on, and they took turns stepping inside, the scent of tropical soaps and conditioner blending with the soft hum of the air conditioning.

Pauline stood under the water first, letting it run down her back, her skin tingling from the day's sun. When she stepped out with a towel wrapped tightly around her, Vivian walked in behind her, already unclasping her top.

"Damn," Vivian laughed, glancing at Pauline's tan lines, "that thong did some damage. Your ass's got stripes."

Pauline rolled her eyes, blushing. "Yours can't look much better."

Camila passed by in her towel, pausing to pull at the strap marks on her own hips. "We're gonna have to exfoliate forever to even these out."

Vivian winked. "Or just show them off. Nothing wrong with a few reminders of a good time."

They chuckled as they moved around the suite in towels, drying their hair and rummaging through their bags.

Camila sat on the edge of the bed, flipping through her phone. "So what are we doing tonight? Room service? Restaurant? That little seafood spot down the beach?"

Pauline shrugged, rubbing lotion into her shoulders. "I wouldn't mind something quiet. Eat here, pack a little, enjoy the view."

Vivian, still wrapped in a towel with wet hair falling down her back, raised an eyebrow. "Or... we could at least show up at the hotel bar. Just for a drink. We owe it to ourselves to say goodbye properly."

Camila bit her lip. "Just a drink?"

Vivian grinned. "Just a drink. Maybe dressed in something a little dangerous... just in case."

They laughed again, not quite ready to decide--but the idea lingered like perfume in the air.

Pauline sat back on the bed, towel snug around her chest, her hair damp against her shoulders. "I don't know," she said, more to herself than to the others. "Last night... something woke up in me. And I don't think I'm ready to feel that again. Not so soon."

Camila looked over, softer now. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to."

"I know," Pauline said, twisting the edge of her towel in her fingers. "It's just... I've never felt like that. Like I wasn't in control. Like part of me had been waiting for something I didn't even understand."

Vivian sat beside her, her voice gentler now. "That's why we breathe first, think second. We don't owe him anything. Or the night. It's just an option."

Pauline nodded slowly. "Right. And maybe... a quiet night is what I need. To remind myself I'm still me."

Camila gave a small smile. "We can always split the difference. Order something delicious, dress up if we feel like it, maybe pass by the bar for a minute... and leave if it doesn't feel right."

Vivian leaned back, tossing a towel over her shoulder. "Now that sounds like a plan."

They all stood and made their way to their suitcases, still half-unpacked from the excitement of the previous days. Camila was the first to speak.

"I think I'm going with that silky green set I brought," she said, holding up a matching bra and high-cut thong. "Comfortable, but hot if the dress shifts a little."

Vivian grinned. "Atta girl." She held up a strappy black lace set. "I'm going full commitment. I want to feel powerful tonight."

Pauline hesitated, then pulled out a soft blush-colored pair--barely-there panties and a matching bralette with lace trim. "I guess... I'll wear this. Just in case."

They all laughed gently, not pushing, just enjoying the ritual of getting ready.

As they applied body oil and picked out dresses, the suite became a flurry of color and scent. Vivian chose a red slip dress that hugged her curves with a thigh-high slit. Camila went with an off-the-shoulder floral number that brought out her sun-kissed skin. Pauline opted for a flowy white wrap dress that tied at the side--elegant, soft, and just a little daring when she moved.

They turned to the mirror for final touches: earrings, perfume, heels.

Vivian took one last look at them and smirked. "If we end up not going to the bar, we better at least take a hundred pictures. Because damn."

With a final round of perfume spritzes and shared glances in the mirror, the girls grabbed their small handbags and stepped out of the suite into the warm evening air.

The hallway was quiet except for the soft hum of distant music drifting up from the hotel's central courtyard. Their heels clicked gently against the tile as they made their way to the elevator, the mood unhurried, the energy light.

As they exited into the lobby, soft golden lighting illuminated the hotel's elegant architecture. The restaurant overlooked the ocean, its terrace lined with flickering lanterns and soft jazz humming in the background.

The hostess greeted them with a knowing smile and led them to a table with a perfect view of the sunset.

Camila looked out toward the horizon. "Okay, this is exactly the vibe I needed."

Vivian ran her fingers along the stem of her wine glass. "It's like the universe wants us to have a graceful send-off."

Pauline nodded, her fingers toying with the silverware. "Let's just enjoy it. No pressure. Just us."

They clinked glasses as the sun dipped lower, painting the sky in hues of rose and amber.

The server returned with menus and a bottle of chilled white wine, pouring each glass before disappearing with a polite nod. They browsed the options, eventually agreeing on a light dinner--grilled fish tacos for Pauline, a seared tuna salad for Camila, and a small plate of ceviche with avocado toast for Vivian.

As they waited for the food, their conversation drifted from casual to intimate once again.

"I still can't believe we did that," Camila said, swirling her wine.

Vivian smirked. "Which part? The bikinis? The club? The after-party in our suite?"

Pauline groaned softly but smiled. "All of it. It was surreal. It's like I stepped out of my own body."

"James would die if he even knew half of it," Camila added, half-joking.

Pauline took a long sip. "That's the thing. He wouldn't understand. And I don't even know how to explain what I felt. What I feel."

Vivian leaned in, elbows on the table. "I've been there. Remember my first boyfriend, Kyle? He used to freak out if I even wore red lipstick. Now? My man sends me lingerie with instructions."

Camila laughed. "Instructions?"

Vivian winked. "Very detailed ones."

The food arrived, and with it, another bottle of wine. The vibe shifted again--lighter, funnier. They ate slowly, stealing bites from each other's plates, giggling as they shared stories of awkward first times, surprise kisses, and one unforgettable frat party where Camila once mistook someone else's lap for a chair.

By the time dessert menus appeared, they were buzzing--tipsy from wine and nostalgia.

Pauline leaned back, eyes a little glassy. "This has been... the best trip of my life."

Camila grinned. "So... are we doing it? Just a drink?"

Pauline hesitated. "Just one. We show up. We say hi. We look amazing."

Vivian raised her glass. "To one last toast."

With the last sip of wine, the girls rose from their seats, laughter still bubbling as they made their way out of the restaurant. The terrace lighting cast a soft amber glow on their skin, their heels clicking confidently against the stone as they walked through the lobby.

The hotel bar was just off to the side, subtly tucked beneath arching beams and golden sconces, with the low hum of conversation and rhythmic background music floating out toward them. It was lively, but not overwhelming--just enough energy to make it feel like something was about to happen.

Vivian led the way, her red dress swaying with each step. Camila followed with a playful glance back at Pauline, who walked a half-step behind, her wrap dress fluttering slightly as she walked.

No turning back now--just one drink. A toast to their last night in paradise.

As they entered the bar, the ambient lighting caught the shimmer of their dresses, drawing a few glances from across the room. A slow, sultry beat played through the speakers, accompanied by the quiet clinking of glassware and soft hum of conversation.

Leo spotted them immediately. He stood at the far end of the lounge near a small cluster of low couches, surrounded by a few familiar figures--Dre, Malik, a tall man with sharp features and a gold chain named Tyrell, and to their surprise, the photographer from the beach, now casually dressed in a loose button-up and linen pants. He introduced himself this time with a friendly nod. "Name's Marco, by the way."

Leo's eyes met Pauline's, a smirk already forming on his lips as he raised his glass in welcome. "Ladies," he called out, his voice smooth and warm, "you made it."

Vivian led the group forward with a confident stride. "You didn't think we'd let the night end without saying goodbye, did you?"

Leo stepped closer, greeting them each with a kiss on the cheek. "I'm glad you're here. Come, join us."

They followed him toward the lounge area, easing down into the soft cushions of the corner seating. The music seemed to mellow just slightly as if syncing with their presence.

Marco leaned in with a grin. "I was hoping I'd run into you again. You were all magic in front of the lens."

Camila blinked, surprised. "You're with them?"

He chuckled and nodded. "Oh, yeah. These guys come here a lot. We've become a little crew over time. Sometimes they ask me for extra shoots, sometimes it's just drinks and stories. Either way, I don't complain."

Vivian arched a brow, amused. "Must be nice--work and play in one place."

Tyrell added with a charming smile, "You three definitely lit up the bar just now. That dress, Vivian? Dangerous."

Vivian winked. "I try."

Leo handed Pauline a drink as he took the seat beside her. "That's the beauty of this place," he said low, "you never really know what the night will bring."

As the drinks flowed and the conversation eased into laughter and shared stories, Leo kept close to both Pauline and Vivian, his presence magnetic and steady. He made sure Vivian's glass never stayed empty and let his hand linger a little longer on her back each time he reached over.

Marco, meanwhile, engaged Camila in a discussion about the light and color of island sunsets, tossing in a few flattering remarks that made her blush.

The group buzzed with chemistry and curiosity, the air humming with something just beneath the surface--an invitation that hadn't yet been spoken aloud, but was slowly taking form.

A new round of drinks arrived--tequila for Tyrell and Malik, more wine for the girls, and a bold cocktail of dark rum and citrus that Leo placed directly into Vivian's hand.

"To the night," he said simply, lifting his own glass.

"To the unexpected," Marco added, clinking his glass gently with Camila's.

The girls laughed and toasted again. The warmth of the alcohol softened the edges of their nerves and loosened their words.

"So, Marco," Vivian said, stretching one bare leg across the low table with exaggerated elegance, "what exactly do you do when you're not charming girls behind a camera?"

"I sketch. Mostly bodies. Movement. The raw stuff," he said, eyes flicking briefly over Camila's shoulder. "But the lens is faster. And women are more honest in front of it."

Camila shifted in her seat, a curious smile on her lips. "Is that your way of asking to photograph me again?"

"Only if you promise not to blush this time."

Leo leaned closer to Pauline, his voice dropping a little. "You still look tense," he said, his fingers gently brushing her wrist. "I'm starting to think you like it when I make you nervous."

She glanced at him sidelong, unsure whether to laugh or pull away--but she didn't move.

Tyrell reached toward the center table and poured another round, grinning. "Alright, now it's officially a party."

The conversation deepened--stories of childhood mischief, secret guilty pleasures, questions like "What's the craziest thing you've done in public?" and "Do you believe in soulmates?"

The mood thickened with laughter, daring glances, and a slow-drip tension that pulsed beneath every word. Every toast made them braver. Every sip blurred the lines just a little more.

The energy in the lounge shifted almost imperceptibly, like a tide pulling the group into subtler, more personal currents. The conversations began to branch off, separating them into intimate clusters.

Vivian had leaned in closer to Leo, laughing at something he whispered. His hand rested lightly on the small of her back, tracing lazy circles with his thumb. "You're different tonight," he murmured. "Sharp, but softer. I like it."

She tilted her head, eyes playful. "Maybe I'm just well hydrated."

"Maybe," he said, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

Across the seating, Camila sat tucked beside Marco, his tone low and focused, asking about her favorite types of photos--light or shadow, color or contrast. She answered shyly, sipping her drink between giggles, her eyes lingering on his mouth when he smiled.

Tyrell had smoothly taken the seat beside Pauline, while Leo gave her some space. He struck up a conversation about music, the kind that lived in memory rather than playlists. She responded warmly, grateful for the shift in tone. Yet even as she talked, her gaze flickered toward Leo now and then, who still sat close to Vivian, their laughter laced with undertones.

Malik had found his way near Camila again, sharing playful jabs with Marco that made her laugh from the belly. The mood was electric but not rushed--everyone subtly testing gravity, proximity, response.

Vivian threw her head back in laughter, Leo's lips near her ear again. "You're trouble," she teased.

Leo just smiled. "But the good kind."

The music continued to hum, lower now, more sensual.

Dre, meanwhile, sat slightly apart from the others, a glass of whiskey in hand, observing everything unfold with a calm, unreadable expression. He hadn't said much, but his gaze moved from one cluster to the next, quietly studying the shifts, the chemistry, the unspoken cues passing between everyone. His posture was relaxed, but his eyes were sharp--taking it all in, drink by drink, like someone who knew the rhythm of nights like this and preferred to let the game play itself out before joining. The table was dotted with empty glasses, sweat pooling beneath them, evidence of a night leaning into something more. Something bold. Something inevitable.

Vivian leaned over toward Camila and Pauline, her voice a little louder, a little looser. "We said one drink," she said with a tipsy giggle, swirling the remaining ice in her glass, "but this vibe is too good to walk away from."

Camila raised an eyebrow, smirking. "You're not wrong. It's... easy here. Comfortable."

Pauline hesitated, then nodded. "Yeah. I thought I'd want to leave right after, but it doesn't feel like we're pushing anything. It's just... flowing."

Vivian grinned, slightly flushed. "Exactly. Just a few more laughs, a few more drinks..."

Camila nudged her playfully. "You're definitely more than a few drinks in."

Vivian swayed a little, her eyes sparkling. "And loving every second of it."

They clinked glasses once more, the mood between them settled, warm, and full of unspoken possibilities.

As the music swirled low around them and laughter blended with the warm haze of alcohol, Leo leaned in toward Vivian--closer, but not too close. Just enough to be heard without drawing attention.

"You've got a good eye for moments," he murmured, nodding subtly toward Pauline, who was sipping her drink with a smile, unaware.

Vivian turned to him, curious. "What do you mean?"

He smiled faintly. "This whole vibe--the way she's glowing tonight, the atmosphere. It's rare. Feels like the kind of night someone should capture."

Vivian followed his gaze to Pauline, who was sitting beside Tyrell, deep in a lighthearted conversation about music and childhood summer trips. She laughed softly at something Tyrell said, completely unaware of the subtle exchange happening across the lounge. Her attention was fixed on the moment, far removed from the quiet planning happening just out of earshot. Then Vivian's eyes flicked toward Marco, chatting quietly with Dre.

Leo continued, gently planting the idea. "Something to remember this trip by. A little... surprise bachelorette shoot. Just for her. Not everyone gets that kind of send-off."

Vivian tilted her head, already imagining the possibilities. "That could actually be kind of amazing."

Leo didn't say more--he simply leaned back, took a sip of his drink, and let the seed take root.

Moments later, Vivian tapped Camila's arm. "Okay, wait. What if we do a little photoshoot? For Pauline. Something sexy, but elegant. Like... a final single-girl moment."

Camila's eyes widened, glancing toward Pauline, then to Marco. "Are you serious?"

Marco looked up, already smiling. "If you're in, I'm ready. I've got everything I need."

Vivian grinned, rising to her feet. "I brought a few looks. I'll go grab them from the room."

Camila chuckled. "Only you would pack for spontaneous lingerie photography."

Vivian winked, adjusting her dress. "A girl's gotta be prepared."

Leo met her eye briefly, just a flicker of satisfaction passing over his face.

Tyrell stood too. "Want me to walk with you?"

Vivian grabbed her clutch. "Sure. Come keep me company."

Leo leaned in and whispered something to Vivian before she turned to leave. "Suite 809," he said smoothly. "We'll head there now."

Before Vivian turned to leave, Leo glanced at the nearly empty glasses on the table. "Bar's closing soon," he said casually. "But my suite has a full bar setup. If you want to keep the night going..."

Marco leaned back with interest. "That sounds way better than last call."

Camila nodded. "I'm down."

Vivian was already on her feet, energized. "assme. Let's make it a proper send-off."

Pauline, however, hesitated. "I don't know... I was kind of thinking about winding down already."

Leo's tone stayed gentle. "Just a couple more drinks. No pressure."

Camila nudged Pauline's knee. "Come on, we'll just chill for a bit. We're all together."

Vivian turned and pointed at her. "And you're the bride. You don't get to say no to the afterparty."

Pauline sighed, half-laughing. "Fine. Just for a little while."

The group began to gather their things, finishing the last of their drinks as Leo led the way through the dim lounge. The hotel's ambient lighting cast golden halos on the walls as they walked toward the elevator.

As they made their way down the corridor, Leo drifted naturally to Pauline's side, his steps matching hers. He didn't speak right away--just offered her a smile that was both disarming and knowing.

"You really lit up tonight," he said softly, his tone warm, almost reverent. "It's been a pleasure watching you let go."

Pauline gave a small laugh, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "I haven't exactly let go. Not fully."

Leo looked over at her, his voice low. "Not yet. But the night's not over."

She didn't respond, but her cheeks flushed again, and she didn't move away when his hand briefly touched the small of her back as they stepped into the elevator.

Scene 16 - The Suite

The elevator doors slid open to the top floor, and the group stepped into the dimly lit corridor. Suite 809 stood at the far end, and Leo led the way, swiping the keycard with a soft beep.

The door opened into a wide, luxurious space--sleek modern furniture, soft ambient lighting, and a full wall of glass revealing the dark stretch of ocean beyond. A spacious balcony wrapped around one corner, dotted with lounge seating and flickering candles already lit.

"Damn," Camila whispered. "You didn't say you had a real suite."

Pauline blinked, clearly impressed. "This is... beautiful."

Leo grinned. "Only the best for the final night."

He moved to the bar and began mixing drinks with a smooth familiarity. "Everyone good for another?"

There were murmurs of agreement, and soon he handed fresh cocktails around before raising his own. "To good memories... and better surprises."

They toasted, and moments later stepped out onto the terrace, the night air soft and warm, the sound of the ocean below a distant hum.

Meanwhile, inside the suite, Marco had already set down the black camera bag he brought earlier. He nodded to Leo, who joined him inside.

"Lighting's perfect in here," Marco said, glancing around the suite. "You sure you want the bed setup?"

Leo nodded once. "Yeah. Soft sheets, backlight from the terrace. I want it intimate, clean, but with edge. Use the corner lamp for fill."

Marco began assembling his light stands and softboxes, quietly and efficiently, while Leo returned to the balcony.

Back in the girls' suite, Vivian rummaged through her shopping bags while Tyrell lounged against the dresser, sipping from a small bottle of water.

She pulled out a delicate white lingerie set--lace and satin, with soft gold accents. She held it up with a wicked grin. "This was supposed to be a gift for Pauline. Honeymoon night and all that... but I think this is a better occasion."

Tyrell raised an eyebrow. "You sure she'll go for it?"

Vivian smirked. "That's the magic. She won't know until it's already happening. That's the whole point."

She reached into another bag and pulled out a playful, short bridal veil, clipping it between her fingers and twirling it once.

"Oh yeah," she said, laughing. "Now it's a bachelorette shoot."

She tucked both items into a simple boutique tote, slipped on her heels, and tossed a glance over her shoulder. "Let's go make some art."

Tyrell followed her out with a grin.

Marco was adjusting the light levels near the bed when the door opened and Vivian stepped in, Tyrell close behind.

"I've got the look," she announced, holding up the bag.

Marco pointed to the corner of the room. "Right there. That's our spot."

Vivian peeked at the setup--crisp white bedding, soft ambient light, and a subtle glow from the terrace streaming in through the gauzy curtains.

She placed the bag down, letting the veil and lingerie peek from the top. "This is going to be so good."

Then they rejoined the rest of the group on the balcony, the clinking of glasses and laughter spilling into the warm night air. Pauline still had no idea what was coming.

The group lounged across the terrace, warm drinks in hand, the night stretching lazily around them. The ocean breeze whispered over their skin, mingling with the laughter and soft music filtering from a speaker near the bar cart.

Vivian reclined into a low seat, swirling the last inch of her cocktail before glancing at the others. "You know," she said, her voice playful and slightly slurred from the drinks, "I've heard some wild stories from other bachelorette parties."

Camila leaned in, already grinning. "Like what?"

Vivian tapped her chin dramatically. "Okay, so this one girl? Her friends surprised her with a full-on photo shoot. Like... spicy. Just her and this hot stranger in a hotel suite. She said it was better than the actual wedding photos."

The group burst into laughter.

Pauline raised an eyebrow, sipping her drink. "Seriously?"

"Dead serious," Vivian replied. "They even had a little veil and everything. Something to give the husband on the honeymoon."

Tyrell chuckled. "Sounds like a lot of pressure for the groom."

Vivian gave a mock shrug. "Hey, it's about capturing the moment. Not everything has to be sweet and white roses."

Pauline shook her head, laughing. "I think James would pass out if I did something like that."

Marco, casually sipping his whiskey, added, "Photos are about intention. It's not about shock--it's about remembering how powerful you felt in a moment."

Vivian met Pauline's eyes and gave her a warm smile. "Exactly. And tonight? You look powerful."

Pauline looked away, cheeks pink. She was still unaware of how literal that compliment would soon become.

They clinked glasses again, the sound ringing over the terrace like a quiet countdown.

The laughter carried on, and soon the conversation turned back to the night before. Camila, her cheeks flushed from the drinks, smirked as she leaned back against the cushions. "Last night feels like a dream. I can't believe how crazy it got."

Vivian grinned, resting her chin on her hand. "And yet... so worth it."

Leo, who had been quietly watching the exchange with his usual calm confidence, leaned forward slightly, swirling his drink. His voice was casual, but sharp around the edges. "You all seemed to enjoy yourselves. Especially you, Pauline."

Pauline froze for a moment, her fingers tightening around her glass. "I... I guess."

He tilted his head slightly, the corner of his mouth twitching upward. "You didn't look like someone guessing anything last night."

There was a pause--brief, but heavy. Camila raised her eyebrows and glanced at Pauline, while Vivian bit back a smile, sipping her drink slowly.

Pauline's cheeks turned crimson. "It was a moment. That's all."

Leo chuckled, low and deep. "Funny how some moments stay with you longer than others."

Marco jumped in, easing the tension. "That's the beauty of these trips. We all leave a little different."

Vivian nudged Pauline gently with her elbow. "Don't worry, bride. You're allowed to have your own kind of wild."

Pauline exhaled, smiling again, though her eyes darted once more to Leo.

The group shifted back into laughter and clinking glasses, the spark from the exchange still simmering just beneath the surface.

Leo leaned toward Marco and Tyrell, lowering his voice just enough to draw them into a private thread of conversation. "You should've seen her," he said, gesturing subtly toward Pauline. "Shy at first, but once she let go... man."

Marco raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "That deep?"

Leo smirked. "Let's just say she surprised even herself. The way she moved, reacted... it wasn't the same girl I met at the club."

Tyrell chuckled. "So the bride's got layers."

Leo nodded slowly, eyes still watching Pauline from across the terrace. "Layers she's barely started to peel back."

Marco swirled the remaining liquid in his glass and leaned forward a bit. "Well," he said with a smile, "I do have my camera here. Doesn't have to be anything crazy like that story you told, Vivian. But it might be fun to snap a few shots--something light. You all look amazing tonight. Would be a shame not to capture it."

Before Pauline could respond, the others had already perked up at the idea.

"I'm down," Camila said, running a hand through her hair. "We've never had proper pics all dressed up like this."

Vivian clapped her hands together. "Yes! Let's do it. Casual, fun, but with style."

Leo rose from his seat, already moving toward the open doors. "Let's head inside then. Perfect lighting in there. Come on, Pauline," he added with a smile, offering her his hand.

Pauline blinked, hesitating for a second. But with the momentum of the group and the drinks humming warmly in her veins, she didn't resist. She stood, smoothing her dress, and followed the others inside.

Marco had his camera slung over his shoulder in a flash. As they entered the living space, he quickly adjusted the lens and gestured for the three women to gather together.

"Alright," he said. "Let's start simple. You three, couch. Big smiles."

The girls dropped onto the couch, laughing as they leaned into each other. Flash.

"Now a toast--hold your drinks up." Flash.

"Vivian, hand on the hip. Camila, turn your chin a little. Pauline, eyes to me--perfect." Flash.

And just like that, the session had begun.

The initial poses were playful and easy--Vivian pulling Camila close in a mock dramatic pose, Pauline laughing with her head thrown back as Marco snapped a burst of candid shots. They posed on the couch, on the armrest, standing by the minibar with drinks raised high like a commercial shoot.

"Alright, now give me something sassier," Marco called out, adjusting his lens. "Vivian--chin up, hand on your hip like you own the room."

Vivian played it up, strutting forward in mock runway style before pulling Camila into a spin. The laughter was genuine, and the energy in the room stayed light and electric.

"Pauline, take center now," Marco said, gesturing gently. "Let's get a couple of solo shots. Just natural. You being you."

Pauline glanced to the others, unsure, but they cheered her on.

"You got this!" Camila said.

"C'mon, bride," Vivian added. "This is your moment."

Pauline stepped forward, slightly flushed, and stood near the window where the soft light framed her face. She gave a small, bashful smile, and Marco lifted the camera.

"Beautiful. Just like that. breastsn down slightly... yes. Now look up at me. Perfect."

She relaxed into it slowly, the tension in her shoulders easing with each shutter click.

Across the room, Malik had made his way over to Camila, his movements slow and casual. He leaned down slightly, his voice low near her ear. "You've been quiet tonight," he murmured.

Camila glanced up at him, caught slightly off guard. "Just watching the show," she said with a small smile.

Malik chuckled, then gently let his hand trail along the back of the couch behind her. "You were wild last night. Didn't expect that from someone like you."

She stiffened slightly, but didn't pull away. "Yeah, well... I didn't either."

He grinned. "No regrets though, right?"

Camila hesitated, biting her lip. "It's not that simple."

Malik leaned closer, his fingers now brushing lightly along her arm. "It is when it feels that good. And I know you felt it."

Camila didn't answer right away, her gaze fixed on the floor before flicking back to Pauline, still smiling under Marco's lens. Everything felt blurred--like the lighting, the music, the memory of Malik's touch from the night before.

Meanwhile, Marco continued clicking through the lens as Pauline gradually warmed to the solo shoot. Her smile turned more relaxed, her poses a bit bolder--shoulders back, chin tilted, hips shifting slightly with every new frame.

Vivian, standing off to the side with a drink in hand, slowly stepped closer, eyes glinting with something more playful.

"Okay, babe," she said, gently taking over. "Let's try something a little more... bridal fantasy. Stay right here."

Pauline stayed in the lounge area, standing near the corner of the couch where the lighting still flattered her angles. Vivian adjusted her hair, brushed a finger beneath her chin, and leaned back.

"Turn slightly--good. Now let that dress slip just a little off one shoulder."

Pauline hesitated, then giggled and complied. The dress loosened delicately, and Marco captured it instantly.

"Beautiful," he said, moving around her. "More like that."

Vivian added, "Okay now, tilt your head, like you're about to say 'yes' to something you shouldn't. Yes! That's the one."

Pauline's cheeks flushed as the group cheered from nearby. Leo, still at the bar, watched with a steady gaze, his drink untouched now.

The vibe remained light, but a certain undercurrent had begun to stir--something simmering just below the surface.

Vivian suddenly tilted her head as if struck by an idea. She looked over at Leo, then back at Pauline.

"You know what would make this next shot even hotter?" she said with a sly smile. "A little tension. Like... forbidden tension. Leo, come here."

Pauline turned sharply, startled. "Wait--what?"

Vivian grinned. "Just one photo. You're the bride, he's not the groom. Think about it--it's edgy, it's bold, it's fun."

Leo raised an eyebrow but didn't hesitate. He stepped forward, slow and confident, stopping just behind Pauline.

"Let's keep it subtle," Vivian coached, stepping into full director mode. "Pauline, look forward. Leo, just... hover your hand at her waist. Don't touch yet."

Marco adjusted his camera, intrigued. "Hold that. Yeah... that's good. Tension."

Pauline swallowed, her breath caught between the thrill and uncertainty. Vivian's voice softened behind her.

"Now lean slightly into him, just a bit. That's it. Perfect."

The clicks of the shutter kept time with Pauline's heartbeat, and Leo's presence behind her felt heavier than any touch.

Leo leaned in, his lips close to Pauline's ear, and murmured just loud enough for her to hear, "You look like you were made for this... not for hiding."

Pauline shivered slightly, the weight of his voice settling deep under her skin.

"Bite your lip," Leo added quietly. "Yeah... just like that."

Leo shifted slightly behind Pauline, allowing his fingers to ghost along her bare shoulder just long enough to feel the goosebumps rise. He didn't break eye contact with Marco. "Now tilt your head back against my chest," he murmured to Pauline. She obeyed, slowly, breath shallow.

Marco captured the image--her body curved slightly into his, Leo's hand hovering possessively near her waist.

"Now let me hold her hip," Leo said smoothly, almost as if narrating a scene rather than requesting.

Pauline felt his fingers slide to the curve of her waist. Her lips parted slightly--not in protest, but in the shock of how natural it felt. She didn't speak, didn't resist. Marco kept snapping, barely needing to direct anymore. The tension between them had become its own pose.

After a few more frames, Leo turned his head toward Marco. "Let's push it," he said. "Bring in the contrast."

He gestured subtly to Dre and Tyrell, who exchanged glances before stepping forward.

"Let's surround her," Leo continued. "Keep it elegant. Controlled."

He guided Dre to stand just behind Pauline's left side, his hand resting gently but visibly on her hip. Tyrell mirrored on the right, his fingers brushing along her exposed shoulder.

"Keep it still," Leo said. "Controlled contact. Eyes on her. Let the camera feel the weight of it."

Pauline's chest rose and fell with deeper breaths, the sensation of three pairs of eyes--and three sets of hands--anchoring her in the heat of the moment. Her flush deepened, but she didn't step away.

Marco kept clicking. Pauline's breath hitched as the two men flanked her. She was suddenly aware of how warm her skin felt, how flushed her cheeks were. She looked to Vivian for a cue, unsure.

Vivian, still holding her drink, blinked at the sudden shift in command. She had meant to keep things flirty--suggestive, not intense. But now Leo had taken the wheel.

A short laugh escaped her lips as she stepped back. "Well... damn. Okay, then."

She turned slightly and noticed Camila locked in a deep kiss with Malik on the far side of the room, completely lost in their own moment. Vivian blinked in surprise. She hadn't even noticed them slip away into their own world.

Shaking her head with a smile, she turned her attention back to the scene forming before her, swirling her drink gently as the flash of Marco's camera cut through the thickening air.

Vivian's eyes narrowed slightly, the drink halfway to her lips. But instead of interrupting, she let the moment play.

"Turn toward me," Leo told Pauline, guiding her by the hips until they were face to face. He brushed a lock of her hair behind her ear with deliberate slowness, then leaned in until their foreheads nearly touched.

Marco's camera snapped again.

Pauline's laughter came out soft and breathless. "You're really getting into this," she whispered.

Leo's voice was velvet. "So are you."

With each frame, the line between play and provocation blurred further. Her body moved with ease now, guided by Leo's touch and the soft clicks of the lens--equal parts art and seduction.

Vivian blinked from across the room, the intensity washing over her like a wave she hadn't predicted. She could only watch as her friend let herself melt into the center of a scene more powerful than anyone had planned.

Leo finally lowered his hands from Pauline's waist, his voice steady but low. "Let's take this to a new setting," he said to Marco. "The bedroom's ready."

Malik and Camila, however, remained behind, still entangled on the couch. They were lost in their own world, lips locked, hands exploring familiar curves with a heat that ignored the shifting dynamic in the room. Neither seemed to notice the others heading toward the bedroom, too deep in their own rhythm to care.

Vivian, who had just taken a sip of her drink, raised an eyebrow and nodded slowly, as if deciding whether to step in or let things continue to spiral. She caught Marco's gaze, and he gave her a subtle nod, already grabbing his gear.

Leo turned to Pauline and offered his hand. "Come on, there's more light in there... and more story to tell."

Pauline hesitated for half a second, but the way the others looked at her--with curiosity, anticipation, encouragement--pushed her forward.

The group trickled toward the bedroom, energy shifting, heavy with momentum. As they crossed the threshold, the soft lighting framed the bed, the neatly arranged sheets and props waiting like a stage. The lingerie bag from earlier still sat to the side, untouched--for now.

Pauline's eyes landed on the boutique tote. "What's that?" she asked, her voice soft.

Vivian stepped forward quickly, picking up the bag. "Come with me for a sec," she said, reaching for Pauline's hand.

Without another word, she led Pauline into the bathroom, closing the door behind them. The muffled buzz of conversation faded as they were enveloped in the soft lighting and polished marble of the suite's private space.

Vivian turned toward her, holding the bag in both hands.

"It's something I bought for you," she said, pulling out the delicate white lingerie set. "Originally for your honeymoon... but I thought maybe it could be something more tonight."

Pauline looked at the set, then at her friend. "Viv... I don't know."

Vivian hesitated, then added quietly, "You don't have to do anything. I just thought it could be beautiful... or powerful. But if it feels like too much--"

Pauline shook her head, biting her lip. "No. It's not that. It's just... I think part of me wants to do something wild, just one last time before the wedding. Once I'm married to James, that's it. There's no space for... for this."

Vivian blinked, caught off guard by the clarity in Pauline's voice.

Pauline gave a nervous smile. "I want to give myself permission. Tonight only."

Vivian stepped forward, nodding slowly. "Okay, then."

She unfolded the lingerie--lace and satin with gold details that shimmered under the bathroom light--and helped Pauline slip out of her dress.

The fit was near perfect. The top hugged her breasts softly but firmly, lifting and shaping, while the lower piece curved over her hips, barely covering her pussy. The white lace contrasted delicately against her flushed skin, and the tiny bows at the hips added a teasing innocence.

Vivian clipped the short bridal veil into place above Pauline's styled hair.

She stepped back and looked her friend up and down, stunned. "You look like a secret no one's supposed to know."

Pauline took a deep breath and looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes lingered on the veil, the lace, the way the lingerie wrapped around her body like it belonged there. It was bold, decadent, and completely unlike anything she had ever worn.

Vivian gave her a small nod. "Ready?"

Pauline hesitated only a second more, then nodded. "Let's do it."

While Vivian and Pauline were tucked away in the bathroom, Malik and Camila remained on the couch, the rest of the group filtering into the bedroom. The room felt warmer now, quieter--just the two of them and the soft pulse of music in the background.

Malik leaned back slightly, one arm draped across the top of the couch, his other hand gently trailing along Camila's bare thigh. His deep voice cut through the quiet.

"Crazy how your little body fits so nice right here," he said, his eyes moving deliberately over her frame.

Camila shifted slightly under his touch, lips parted but saying nothing yet.

He grinned. "I like the contrast. You, tight little thing with that golden skin and soft curves... and me?"--he tapped his chest--"a lot more to hold onto."

Camila's breath caught in her throat. Something about his tone, the size of his hand covering nearly the whole of her thigh, the weight of his presence--it made her pulse race.

Malik leaned closer, his lips grazing her ear. "Last night was just the start. You can act like you didn't want more... but I can feel it."

Camila's eyes met his, wide and dark. Her voice came out low. "You talk a lot."

Malik chuckled, deep and smooth. "I do. But I back it up."

He guided her gently, shifting so he was leaning back into the couch. She straddled him, her knees sinking into the cushions on either side of his hips. Her dress rode up as she moved, revealing the thin green thong stretched tightly over her pussy.

Malik groaned softly as he looked up at her.

"You're driving me crazy, you know that?"

He reached down, pulling his cock free--thick, dark, already pulsing with need. Then, with slow precision, he hooked a finger around the waistband of her thong and slid it aside, exposing her soaked entrance.

The heat of her pussy brushed against his tip.

Camila let out a soft, shaky breath as he ran his cock along her folds, teasing her, coating himself in her arousal.

Then--without rushing--he pushed.

Her pussy stretched to welcome him, her breath catching in her throat as she sank onto him, inch by inch, until he was fully inside her.

They both moaned at once.

Her body clenched around him, tight and trembling. His hands gripped her hips as he looked up at her, eyes burning with restraint and hunger.

"You feel like heaven," he said, voice rough.

Camila pressed her palms to his chest, beginning to move slowly--tentatively at first, then with more purpose.

Camila was on top of him, her thighs straddling Malik's hips, her fingers pressing into his chest for balance. Her silky green dress was bunched around her waist, her thong pushed to the side. Sweat glistened on her skin, catching the low light of the suite. Her movements were slow, almost unsure at first--like she couldn't quite believe what she was doing.

But she was doing it.

Her pussy swallowed his thick cock inch by inch, her breath catching every time she sank deeper onto him. The stretch was intense--he was big, and she felt every part of him--but her body had already made the decision for her.

She wanted this.

She needed this.

Malik's hands rested on her hips, letting her control the pace. He looked up at her, watching her fall apart above him.

"You feel so damn good," he murmured, voice low, reverent.

Camila's head tilted back as she began to move with more confidence, rolling her hips, letting herself feel him fully. A low moan escaped her lips--unfiltered, raw. She opened her eyes again, locking her gaze onto his. There was something wild burning in them now.

She wasn't the same girl who had arrived at the beach house just a day before. She had always been the balanced one--the calm one. But now?

Now her breasts bounced with every thrust, her body shameless, dripping with sweat and desire. She rode him harder, faster, chasing a high she didn't even know existed until now.

"I don't know what's happening to me," she whispered, breathless.

Malik grinned, sliding his hands up her waist, pulling her down harder.

"You're waking up," he said. "Let it happen."

Her nails dragged across his chest as her rhythm quickened, her pussy clenching around him, her voice rising in short, desperate gasps. The way he stretched her, filled her--made her feel powerful and completely undone at once.

She leaned forward, her forehead against his, her lips brushing his mouth.

"Don't stop. Please... don't stop."

Camila kept riding him, slow and deep now--grinding her hips with purpose, not just to feel him, but to let him feel her. Her breath came in shallow moans, her body slick with sweat. Every movement drew her closer to something she couldn't name--something dangerous and delicious.

Malik couldn't take his eyes off her.

"You're so damn sexy like this," he said, voice rough, his hands tracing the curve of her waist. "Look at you... all that control you try to hold back--gone."

Camila's lips parted, a shaky breath leaving her chest. She was trembling, not from fear but from how far she'd let herself fall.

"I don't even recognize myself right now," she whispered.

Malik smiled, sitting up slightly beneath her, his hands moving to her shoulders.

"I do," he said. "And I like what I see."

With slow, deliberate fingers, he slid the sleeves of her dress down her arms. The off-the-shoulder fabric gave easily, falling to her waist, revealing her matching silky bra and the soft, flushed skin of her chest.

Camila gasped softly, half from surprise, half from how exposed she suddenly felt. But she didn't stop him.

She didn't want to.

Malik pressed his lips to her collarbone, trailing slow kisses down her chest, warm and wet. She held her breath as he reached the edge of her bra, his hands sliding up her back to unhook it. The moment it came loose, he let it fall between them, his mouth already moving to one of her breasts.

The first touch of his lips made her whimper.

His tongue circled her nipple before taking it fully into his mouth, sucking gently, then harder, savoring the soft moans that spilled from her. She arched into him, her fingers tangling in his hair as his other hand found her second breasts, teasing and squeezing as his mouth worked the first.

"Malik..." she breathed, her voice cracked and pleading.

Her hips kept moving, grinding slowly on his cock, which was still buried deep inside her. She could feel the twitch of him, the heat, the tension--but for now, neither of them rushed.

They were drinking each other in.

Malik looked up at her, lips still brushing her skin.

"You're mine tonight," he whispered. "All of you."

Camila nodded, barely able to speak, her body on fire from the inside out.

"Take it," she murmured. "It's already yours."

Camila's pussy wrapped around his cock with a wet, pulsing heat that made Malik grit his teeth. Every slow roll of her hips drew a new sound from his throat--a deep, guttural moan that vibrated against her skin. She moved more freely now, her body no longer shy, no longer restrained. Something had fully broken open inside her, and she wasn't holding back.

Malik's hands roamed up her waist, along the curve of her back, caressing every inch of skin exposed by the fallen dress. Each time she slid down, his eyes darkened, his breath catching as he held on to the last threads of control.

"You feel incredible," he murmured, voice rough and reverent. "You were made for this."

Camila let out a breathless, almost disbelieving laugh.

"I've never felt like this before," she whispered. "I didn't even know I could..."

Malik propped himself up on one elbow, his face close to hers. His voice dropped.

"Yes, you can," he said softly, firmly. "You're allowed to feel everything."

The words hit her like a slow, deep wave. Something tender opened inside her--something that hadn't been touched in a long time, maybe ever.

She leaned down and kissed him. Slow. Deep. Not rushed or wild--but full of surrender.

While their mouths moved together, Malik's lips trailed down her jaw, her neck, until he found her breasts again. This time, he sucked harder, his tongue circling and teasing as his hand cupped the other, gently kneading. She arched her back, gasping as pleasure spread like fire through her chest and down between her thighs.

Her rhythm picked up without her realizing it--slick, eager, desperate. Her pussy was soaking him now, her body bouncing with more force, her moans less restrained.

Camila wrapped her arms around his shoulders, forehead resting against his, riding him harder with each breathless gasp.

"Malik..." she whispered. "Don't stop. Please..."

"No," he groaned. "I'm right here. I've got you."

Malik's hands tightened on her hips as she rode him, her pace growing wilder, less coordinated--lost in the edge she was chasing. He let her move for a moment longer, watching the way her breasts bounced, the way her pussy swallowed him deeper with every grind.

But then he sat up, wrapping an arm around her waist and lifting her off him in one smooth, effortless motion.

Camila let out a gasp, surprised, her legs still trembling.

"I'm not done with you," he said, his voice deeper now--commanding.

Still holding her, he stood and carried her across the room, setting her down gently against the wall near the balcony window.

Camila's breath was shallow, her heart pounding. She looked up at him, her eyes wide, dazed, and desperate.

Malik turned her around slowly, pressing her chest to the cool glass, lifting her dress back over her ass. He knelt behind her, pulling the thong down just enough to expose her completely. Then he stood, towering behind her, guiding his cock back to her dripping pussy.

"You want it like this?" he growled into her ear, one hand wrapped around her throat, not squeezing--just holding, reminding her who was in control.

She nodded quickly, moaning.

"assy it."

"Yes... I want it like this. Please," she whispered, her voice shaking.

Malik didn't wait. He slid back into her in one long, powerful thrust. Her body jolted against the glass, her hands splayed out for balance as he filled her, deeper than before.

His grip tightened on her hips as he began to thrust--slow and heavy, claiming every inch of her. The sound of skin against skin echoed through the room, mixing with her ragged gasps and his low, controlled groans.

Each stroke was deliberate. Dominant. He wasn't just fucking her--he was owning her.

Camila cried out with every push, her pussy stretched wide, clenching around him, dripping with arousal. The cool glass against her chest only made the fire inside her burn hotter.

"You like being taken like this, don't you?" he growled.

"Yes--fuck--yes," she moaned.

Malik leaned in, biting her shoulder lightly, his hand sliding from her neck down to her stomach, holding her firmly in place as he began to fuck her harder, deeper, every thrust shaking her to her core.

Malik's grip on her waist tightened as he slammed into her again, his thrusts now relentless--deep, precise, each one making Camila cry out louder, her voice bouncing off the glass in front of her.

"You feel this?" he growled, his breath hot against her neck. "This is mine tonight. You hear me?"

Camila whimpered, her hands sliding down the glass, struggling to hold herself up as her legs started to shake.

"Yes... I'm yours," she gasped.

"assy it again."

"I'm yours, Malik... all of me."

A low, satisfied groan rumbled from his chest. He pulled her back by the hair--not roughly, but enough to force her head up, enough to remind her who was in control. His other hand slid over her chest, grabbing one of her breasts, squeezing firmly as he kept pumping into her.

"You give me everything," he said. "No holding back."

"I'm not," she breathed. "I can't..."

He suddenly pulled out, leaving her empty and gasping. Before she could even protest, he spun her around and lifted her effortlessly, pushing her back against the wall and hooking one of her legs over his forearm.

Camila's breath hitched as she felt the tip of his cock at her entrance again. He pushed back inside--deeper now, tighter, her body almost too sensitive to handle the stretch.

Her eyes rolled back.

"Oh my God..."

Malik grinned. "That's it, baby... feel it."

His hips began to thrust with power, her body pinned between the wall and his strength. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, her breasts bouncing with every impact, her voice reduced to broken moans.

The dominance wasn't cruel. It wasn't about force--it was about control, about knowing exactly what she needed and giving it to her without apology.

Camila had never felt so raw... so undone... so fucking alive.

She was trembling now, caught between the overwhelming pressure building in her core and the intensity of his gaze--so focused, so present, like she was the only thing in his world.

"I'm gonna cum..." she whispered, barely able to form the words.

Malik didn't slow down. He pressed his forehead to hers, his voice low and firm.

"Then cum for me. Let go."

Camila's entire body tensed beneath him--her nails digging into Malik's back, her breath stuck in her throat as the pressure inside her hit its breaking point.

Then it snapped.

A cry tore from her lips as the orgasm took over, raw and consuming. Her pussy pulsed around his cock, clenching hard, her hips jerking with every wave that rocked through her. Her voice broke into soft, desperate whimpers as her release rolled on, deep and overwhelming.

Malik growled low in his throat, feeling her tighten around him, soaked and trembling. He held her firmly, his thrusts growing rougher, shorter, chasing his own edge now.

"Fuck--Camila..."

She could barely respond, still shaking, her forehead resting against his shoulder, her body twitching with aftershocks.

Malik buried himself deep one last time--and came.

A heavy moan escaped him as his cock pulsed inside her, releasing thick bursts of cum deep into her pussy. He held her there, completely still, riding the intensity of his orgasm as it emptied him, both of them locked together in heat and sweat and breath.

Camila let out a soft, broken sound--half sigh, half moan--as she felt his warmth inside her. Her legs were weak, her body limp in his arms, but she didn't want to move. Didn't want it to end.

They stayed like that for a long moment, still pressed against the wall, their bodies pressed so close there was no space left between them. The only sounds were their breaths--shaky, satisfied, real.

Malik finally pulled back just enough to look at her, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

"You good?"

Camila met his eyes, her lips parted, her voice a whisper.

"I don't even know what just happened to me."

He smiled softly, his thumb grazing her cheek.

"Whatever it was... I hope it happens again."

Malik carried her gently back to the couch, her body still trembling, breath uneven, skin flushed and damp. He sat down with her straddling his lap, his arms loosely wrapped around her waist, grounding her.

But Camila wasn't leaning into him anymore.

Her hands rested lightly on his chest, but her gaze had drifted--unfocused, distant. The rhythm of the ocean beyond the glass pulsed softly, but she was somewhere else entirely.

Malik kissed her shoulder, slow and unhurried.

"You okay?" he asked, voice low.

She didn't answer right away. Her chest rose and fell with a quiet breath.

"I... don't know," she said softly.

He tilted his head, brushing a strand of hair from her face, but she didn't meet his eyes. She looked down, suddenly aware of the mess between her thighs, the stickiness on her skin, the lingering ache between her legs. Her dress was wrinkled, twisted around her waist. Her thong was still hanging from one thigh.

"I shouldn't have done this," she whispered.

Malik's brows drew together slightly, but he said nothing.

"I have a boyfriend," she continued, more to herself than to him. "He trusts me. He's never even looked at another girl... and I..."

She trailed off, her throat tightening.

Malik didn't try to stop her. He didn't argue or offer empty comfort. He simply watched her, the dominant edge now replaced with something quieter--present, but distant.

"I don't know what came over me," she said. "Last night... tonight... it's like I'm not even myself."

Malik finally spoke, his voice calm.

"Maybe it is you. A part you've been ignoring for too long."

Camila looked away, guilt washing over her like cold water.

"I don't want to be this version of me," she said. "I don't know how to face him after this. I don't know how to face myself."

She slowly shifted off his lap, adjusting her dress with trembling hands. Malik let her go without resistance.

He leaned back into the couch, watching her as she smoothed her hair, still avoiding his eyes.

"You don't have to figure it out tonight," he said. "But don't lie to yourself either. Whatever this was--it meant something."

Camila paused, her back to him, her shoulders tense.

"I wish it didn't," she whispered.

And with that, she walked silently toward the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

Back in the master bedroom Pauline and Vivian opened the door and stepped out of the bathroom together.

The moment Pauline stepped into the bedroom light, the room fell silent. Conversations paused, drinks lowered, eyes drawn toward her as if magnetized. Her silhouette glowed under the soft lighting--lace hugging every curve, veil delicately framing her flushed face.

Marco's fingers twitched around the camera. Leo's eyes locked onto her, expression unreadable but intense. His gaze moved slowly down her body, lingering on every inch of lace and bare skin. The corner of his mouth curled into a slow, knowing smile, and for a second, it was as if the rest of the room had disappeared for him.

"You've outdone yourself," he murmured, just loud enough for her to hear. "That look... it's dangerous."

There was something in his voice--something darker, almost reverent--that sent a shiver down Pauline's spine.

"Holy shit," Tyrell whispered under his breath.

Marco raised the camera slowly. "Don't move," he said. "That--right there--is the moment."

Pauline's breath hitched as the silence stretched a heartbeat longer... then the flash went off, and the spell broke just slightly.

Vivian slipped an arm around her shoulders and whispered, "Told you you'd steal the show."

Marco circled the bed slowly, eye pressed to the viewfinder as Pauline held the pose--on all fours, veil cascading over her shoulder, the lace hugging her ass like it was made for that very moment.

"Breathe," he said softly. "Let the movement come from your breath."

Pauline inhaled deeply, her back arching slightly, the delicate curve of her spine catching the light. Her breasts shifted subtly with each breath, the tension in her body melting into a slow, controlled rhythm.

"Now lower one shoulder... yes. Let your hips stay high. Perfect."

Click.

Click.

Tyrell let out a low exhale.

"She's not holding back anymore," Dre said, almost to himself.

Vivian smirked, drink in hand, her eyes sharp. "She's just getting started."

Marco stepped closer. "Pauline, drop to your elbows now. Let your ass lift just a little higher--let the veil fall with gravity."

She moved slowly, deliberately, sinking onto her forearms. The lace of her thong stretched tighter, the curves of her ass more defined now under the soft light. Her hair framed her face, lips parted, eyes low.

Marco's voice lowered. "Good... now bring your knees slightly apart. Let the weight of your body settle into the bed."

Her legs opened, just enough.

Click.

Pauline could feel their eyes on her. Not just Marco's lens, but Leo's, Tyrell's, Dre's. She hadn't dared look at them directly in minutes--but their silence said everything. She was no longer just posing.

She was performing.

Marco adjusted the angle. "Now come down completely--lie flat on your stomach. Let your arms stretch forward, veil fanned out behind you."

Pauline followed, the satin and lace gliding over her skin as she pressed into the bed. Her thighs stayed slightly apart, just enough to keep the illusion charged.

"Now..." Marco paused, voice thoughtful. "Lift one leg at the knee. Keep it bent. Foot in the air."

Her ass tilted subtly upward, drawing a clean line from heel to hip. The thong barely held in place now.

"Eyes to the camera."

She turned her face, her expression calm but smoldering. Her breath was steady, but her heart pounded.

Click.

Click.

"Now roll onto your back," Marco said, stepping to the foot of the bed. "Let the veil fall off your shoulder. One leg bent, the other extended. Arms loose, like you've just been touched."

The way he said it--just been touched--made her skin prickle. She shifted positions, thighs brushing together, the sheets rustling beneath her.

Marco took his time composing the shot.

"She looks like a secret," Tyrell whispered.

"She looks like she wants to be found," Leo replied.

Marco didn't stop clicking.

"Now... reach one hand up to your breasts. Just the edge of the lace. Like you're thinking about undoing it... but you haven't decided yet."

Pauline's fingers hovered over the trim of her bra.

Her lips parted. Her hips shifted.

And the air in the room grew heavier.

"Now slide one hand up your thigh... slowly," Marco directed, his voice steady, focused.

Pauline followed the instruction, dragging her fingers across her skin--soft, measured, sensual. Her nails skimmed the edge of the thong, tugging ever so slightly at the strap, enough to let the lace dip lower against her hip.

Click.

"Now the other hand," Marco continued. "Bring it up to your lips. Rest your fingertips there."

She obeyed, eyes drifting half-closed as her fingertips touched the corner of her mouth. Her body stretched languidly across the bed, soft skin glowing under the warm light.

She heard one of the men inhale--sharp, quiet.

She didn't know which one.

And somehow, that made it hotter.

The room was silent except for the soft mechanical whisper of Marco's shutter and the faint sound of Dre's drink clinking with melting ice.

Pauline shifted slightly, her hips rolling against the sheets as if on instinct. She didn't look at them--at Leo, Dre, Tyrell--but she could feel their eyes on her. Watching her. Wanting her.

It sent a thrill down her spine.

She had never done anything like this.

She had never felt like this.

Her body was warm everywhere. Her skin hypersensitive, her breath light. And in that moment--wearing a veil, lingerie barely holding together, stretched out under their gaze--she felt like the most beautiful, dangerous version of herself.

But beneath that heat, beneath the curve of her smile and the seductive angle of her hips...

A flicker of doubt stirred.

What am I doing?

What if James knew I was here like this--posing like this, thinking these thoughts... letting them watch me?

Her jaw tensed ever so slightly. A part of her wanted to sit up. Cover herself. Pretend it hadn't gotten this far.

But another part--a louder one--was saying:

You're not his yet.

Tonight... you're still yours.

Marco's voice broke the silence.

"Let the strap fall."

Pauline's fingers brushed the thin band of her bra. She hesitated only for a second--then let it slide off her shoulder, the lace barely clinging to her breasts.

Click.

The sound of the photo being taken felt like a seal breaking.

Vivian took a slow sip of her drink and murmured to no one in particular,

"She's starting to glow."

Tyrell exhaled. "She's not playing anymore."

Pauline tilted her head, lips parting, the flush on her cheeks real now--not from shyness, but from want.

And in the center of all of it... she kept wondering:

Why does this feel so good... when I know it shouldn't?

"Lower the other strap now," Marco said gently, stepping to the foot of the bed, his lens trained on the delicate curve of Pauline's body.

Pauline slid the second strap down her arm, slower this time, her breath uneven. The lace of the bra no longer clung with support--it simply hung there, barely covering her breasts, the satin slipping further with every breath she took.

She turned slightly, just enough for one of her breasts to press against the mattress, the other cupped loosely by lace. It looked like it might fall free with the slightest movement.

Click.

"Now bring one knee up again," Marco continued, "and keep your thighs just slightly parted. Perfect. Stay like that."

She shifted her body, one leg bent, the other stretched, her hips tilted slightly toward the camera. The veil spilled across her back, framing her like something out of a dream.

And then--subtle, but impossible to miss--there it was.

A darkened patch on the pale green lace of her panties.

The dampness was unmistakable.

Right over her pussy.

Tyrell leaned forward, his elbows on his knees. "Oh shit..."

Leo's voice came low, rough. "She's soaked."

Vivian grinned slowly, not looking away. "And she's just getting warmed up."

Pauline heard it. She felt it.

She knew.

She didn't have to look down to know the truth was showing through. Her body was betraying her--no, not betraying... confessing.

Her pussy throbbed softly beneath the damp lace, aching, pulsing. She felt exposed. Caught. Worshipped.

And it turned her on even more.

Marco didn't pause.

"Hand on your thigh. Now trace upward... slowly. Stop just before you reach the fabric."

She did.

Her fingers glided along her inner thigh, nails grazing her skin, stopping right at the edge of the soaked lace. She didn't touch herself--but the suggestion was electric.

"Eyes to the camera," Marco said, more breath than words.

Her gaze rose, locking straight into the lens. Her lips parted.

Click.

Click.

The moment was breathless. Alive.

She was barely dressed. Barely holding back.

And everyone knew--so was her self-control.

Marco stepped back slightly, lowering the camera just for a second, as if weighing the next move.

Then, calmly, he said:

"Let's take it one step further."

He looked straight at Pauline, his voice steady.

"Slide one hand under the lace. Not to remove it--just to rest your fingers beneath. Like you're warming yourself."

The words struck her low in the stomach. The way he said it wasn't obscene--but it wasn't innocent either. And that's what made her body respond.

Pauline exhaled, the air trembling in her throat.

She dragged her hand slowly down her stomach, across the dip of her hip, and slipped her fingers just beneath the waistband of the thong. The lace tightened slightly as her knuckles disappeared, resting gently right where her heat pulsed hardest.

Not rubbing. Not moving.

Just there.

Present.

She didn't look at the men, but she could feel the change in the room.

Everything got quieter. Thicker.

Her thighs shifted slightly apart. Her breasts peeked from under the fallen bra, the soft swell rising with every breath. Her veil was half off, tangled in her hair, making her look less like a bride, more like something dangerous pretending to be one.

"Eyes to me," Marco murmured.

Pauline turned her head, fingers still resting beneath the lace, the soaked patch darker now, spreading.

Her eyes met the lens.

They burned.

Click.

Marco held the camera to his face, not lowering it. "Now--press. Gently."

Her breath hitched. She obeyed.

Her fingertips pushed softly into her pussy, through the barrier of her thong, not enough to relieve the tension--but enough to show she was no longer afraid of feeling it.

Tyrell shifted again, adjusting himself.

Vivian whistled, low. "Goddamn."

Leo, standing closest to the bed now, hadn't said a word. But Pauline could feel the heat of his stare crawling up her thighs. She didn't dare look at him yet.

Marco lowered the camera just slightly.

"Hold that pose..."

He smiled faintly.

"... because you're about to have company in the frame."

"Leo," Marco said quietly, without lowering the camera. "Step in."

Pauline didn't move. Her fingers were still resting under the lace, her thighs parted, her body arched like a living flame caught mid-motion. But inside, her pulse jumped.

She heard Leo's footsteps before she saw him. Slow. Measured. Heavy with intent.

He came into frame from behind her, his tall frame dominating the edge of the bed. He didn't touch her. He didn't have to.

"Stand at the foot," Marco directed. "Look at her. Really look."

Leo obeyed. His shirt was still on, unbuttoned from earlier, hanging open to reveal his toned chest, the contrast of his dark skin and Pauline's pale lingerie already painting a story without words.

His gaze dropped over her body--first her breasts, then her hand beneath the lace, then lower, to the visible wetness that stained the delicate green fabric over her pussy.

Pauline finally looked up.

Their eyes met.

And everything else disappeared.

There was a beat of silence. Like the whole room held its breath.

Marco's voice sliced softly through it.

"Pauline, take your hand out now... slowly."

She moved her fingers from beneath the lace, her skin glistening faintly. She rested that hand on her stomach, exposed and flushed.

"Now sit up. Just slightly. Keep your legs folded to the side, the veil slipping."

She shifted, the fabric falling softly around her, one breasts now fully exposed. The bra had surrendered without a fight.

"Good..." Marco murmured. "Now Leo, kneel beside her--close, but no contact. Just presence. Left side. Yes."

Leo sank to his knees beside her, his face inches from hers. She could feel the warmth of him, smell his cologne, the tension in his breath.

"Look at her like you're remembering last night," Marco said. "Pauline... look at him like you're considering tonight."

They held the gaze.

Click.

Click.

"Now Leo... place your hand near her thigh. No touching."

His palm hovered over her skin, just an inch above the damp lace. Her pussy throbbed beneath it.

Pauline didn't flinch. She didn't break eye contact.

If anything... she leaned slightly toward him.

The edge was crumbling.

The room was pulsing.

Marco took the shot.

Then he spoke, low and final:

"Now we go deeper."

The silence in the room grew dense, wrapped tight around the moment. Pauline sat in front of Leo, her thigh just inches from his hand, her breath barely steady. Her breasts was exposed now, the veil half fallen, the thin lace over her pussy still wet from before.

Marco didn't speak.

He didn't have to.

Leo moved slowly. His fingers drifted--not down, but up--tracing the air just beside her leg. He didn't touch her at first. He simply hovered, letting the tension thicken like smoke.

Pauline's skin reacted before she did. Goosebumps ran across her thigh, her breath catching in her throat.

And then--

His knuckles brushed the inside of her leg.

A whisper of contact. Barely there.

But she felt it everywhere.

She didn't pull away. She didn't speak. She just looked at him--eyes wide, uncertain, burning.

Leo's fingers curled slightly, grazing her skin, moving higher. His touch was gentle, reverent. When he reached the crease of her thigh, he stopped. Rested his palm there.

Her legs shifted. Not to close--but to invite.

Marco brought the camera back up.

"Hold that."

Click.

"Leo... move your hand slowly to the waistband. Thumb only."

Leo obeyed, his thumb sliding under the thin lace at her hip, not pulling, not removing--just resting there. The pad of his thumb pressed into her skin with the lightest pressure.

Pauline inhaled sharply, her body no longer pretending to be passive. Her hips tilted forward, almost imperceptibly, but enough for Leo to feel it.

"Now look at her," Marco whispered.

Leo turned his head. Their eyes met again. This time... it wasn't controlled.

It was promise.

She looked down between them. His hand still at her hip. Her breasts exposed. The veil slipping. Her pussy aching.

Leo's thumb lingered at the waistband, still resting beneath the lace, the heat of his touch seeping into her skin.

Then--slowly, purposefully--his fingers began to move.

He didn't go under the fabric. Not yet. Instead, he traced the line of the thong across her hip, dragging his fingertips over the damp satin, down toward the center of her pussy.

Pauline inhaled sharply through her nose, her eyes fluttering closed for a second.

She felt everything.

The lace was soaked now. His fingers slid smoothly across it, pressing just enough to let her feel the pressure through the barrier. Her legs parted slightly, involuntarily, her hips tilting forward.

Leo's touch was featherlight--more tease than relief.

But it was enough.

He ran a single finger down the center, slowly, feeling how the wetness had already spread. Her pussy pulsed beneath the contact, her breath coming faster now, her lips slightly parted.

Still... no one spoke.

Tyrell had stopped pretending to be casual. Dre was watching too, his hand resting on Vivian's hip, as she stood beside him--fascinated, breathing deeper, drinking in the moment with wide, delighted eyes.

Marco's camera clicked again.

Then Leo leaned in, voice low, almost inaudible.

"You're soaked."

Pauline's eyes opened.

She didn't respond. She couldn't.

But the heat in her gaze said everything.

He pressed again, this time with a little more pressure, dragging his fingertip slowly upward, across the throbbing center of her pussy--still over the lace. Her whole body shuddered.

She let out a sound--not a word, not a moan, something caught between breath and need.

Her hand moved on instinct, gripping the edge of the sheet beneath her.

And still, Marco kept capturing every moment. Every shift in her expression. Every tremble. Every surrender.

Leo's fingers paused at the center of the lace, feeling the heat radiating through it. Pauline's breathing was shallow now, her chest rising and falling as if her body couldn't decide between anticipation and surrender.

Then--without asking, without hesitation--he slipped his fingers beneath the soaked fabric.

The lace stretched slightly as he eased inside, dragging his fingertips over the slick folds of her pussy, finally touching her where she ached the most.

Pauline gasped, sharp and breathy, her thighs twitching around his hand.

His touch was slow, deliberate. He explored her gently at first, feeling the warmth, the wetness, the way her body welcomed him. Every movement was a question she answered with her breath, her silence, the way her hips rolled into him instead of away.

He found her center with ease--wet, sensitive, throbbing--and began to circle it with the tip of his finger, soft and steady. Her mouth fell open, her eyes locked onto his.

"Leo..." she whispered, barely audible.

His gaze was focused only on her. His fingers moved in smooth, sensual circles, spreading her open with two fingers, sliding deeper between her folds.

"You're so fucking wet," he said, his voice low, heavy with desire. "You've been like this since you started posing."

She blinked hard, her breath trembling. "I know."

Marco didn't interrupt. The camera clicked in intervals, capturing the way Pauline's body arched, the way Leo's fingers disappeared beneath the lace, the sheen of moisture on her thighs. It was no longer just a photo shoot.

It was witnessing something unfold.

Pauline's thighs began to close around Leo's hand--but he kept them open with his palm, dominant without force, commanding without a word.

Vivian was now seated beside Dre, one leg draped over his, watching with a slow, indulgent smile.

"Looks like she's finally letting go," she murmured.

Pauline bit her lip, her body trembling as Leo slid a finger inside her, slow and deep. Her pussy clenched around him instinctively, wet and eager.

Then he added another.

She gasped again--louder this time--and her hand reached blindly for the sheets.

Marco lowered the camera slightly, just enough to see her face clearly.

And whispered, more to himself than anyone:

"Perfect."

Pauline's breath was shaky, her hips moving subtly against Leo's hand, which still worked her slowly--two fingers deep inside her, his thumb circling in slow, deliberate strokes. The pleasure was building, high and hot, and she was holding onto it by a thread.

Then Marco's voice cut through the thick air. Calm. Focused.

"Pauline..."

She turned her head slightly, eyes glassy.

"Take his clothes off."

Everything stilled for half a second.

Leo looked down at her, his fingers still inside, but unmoving now--waiting.

Pauline blinked, lips parted, the weight of the moment pressing down on her. She swallowed. And then... she nodded.

Her hands moved carefully to the hem of his pants, fingers brushing over the waistband. Leo shifted, pulling his hand from between her legs with a slow, wet sound that made her body twitch. Her pussy throbbed from the loss of contact, from the ache he left behind.

She sat up slightly, sliding onto her knees in front of him, veil slipping fully from her hair.

Her fingers found the button of his pants. She undid it slowly, then pulled the zipper down, revealing the bulge beneath the fabric--thick, straining, impossible to ignore.

Vivian let out a soft exhale. "God damn..."

Pauline hesitated for just a second before tugging his pants down his hips. Leo helped her by lifting himself slightly, letting the fabric slide past his thighs. She pulled them down to his knees, then off completely, leaving him in tight black briefs that barely contained the size of his cock.

The outline was clear. Massive. Heavy.

Her breath caught.

Marco stepped in closer now, camera to his eye. "Look at it," he said, voice low. "Not with shock. With curiosity."

Pauline's eyes dropped to the shape under the fabric. Her hand rose, hesitant but drawn. She touched the waistband, then looked up at Leo.

He didn't speak. Just nodded once.

She slipped her fingers under the edge and slowly peeled the briefs down.

His cock sprang free--thick, dark, fully hard.

The gasp that escaped her wasn't rehearsed. It came from deep in her chest.

She'd felt it the night before... but seeing it again--knowing what it had done to her, what it was about to do again--hit different this time.

"Now," Marco said, "hold it. One hand, base to tip. Let us see the contrast."

She wrapped her fingers around him, slowly.

Her small hand barely fit.

The difference in size... in color... in power... it was intoxicating.

She looked up into Leo's eyes, her hand still wrapped around his cock, and for the first time tonight--

She smiled.

Pauline's hand moved slowly along the length of Leo's cock, her fingers adjusting to the sheer weight and girth of it. She held it with care at first, almost reverently, the way one might handle something rare and dangerous.

Marco adjusted his position, stepping in closer, camera steady.

"Good," he said softly. "Now explore. This is yours to study."

Pauline bit her lip, her eyes never leaving Leo's. She ran her hand up the thick shaft, then back down, letting her fingers glide over the smooth, warm skin. She could feel the pulse of it in her palm--strong, insistent.

She brought her second hand into play, cradling the base while her thumb teased the underside of the head.

Leo let out a low groan, his eyes darkening, his jaw tightening.

Pauline's breath quickened. She leaned forward slowly, her lips hovering just above the tip. She inhaled deeply--his scent, his heat--then parted her mouth and ran the tip of her tongue along the head, tasting the bead of pre-cum that had already formed.

The taste sent a shiver through her.

She licked him again, slower this time, tracing a line from one side to the other, her hands still stroking gently.

Behind them, the room was hushed--no one dared interrupt.

Vivian crossed one leg over the other, smiling faintly, her eyes locked on Pauline.

"She's a fast learner," she murmured.

Dre chuckled low behind her. "She's in it now."

Pauline's lips closed around the tip of Leo's cock, sucking softly, testing the shape and weight of it in her mouth. Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment as she adjusted to the size.

Leo exhaled, a deep growl vibrating in his chest.

"Fuck... you feel so good already."

Encouraged, she took him deeper, her mouth sliding down inch by inch, her hand stroking what she couldn't yet fit. Her tongue worked in slow spirals, her lips gliding tight and wet over his length.

Marco circled slowly, capturing the way her mouth stretched around him, the gleam of saliva, the shine of her eyes as she looked up, cheeks hollowed, completely focused.

"Now pull back," he said gently. "Let it fall across your cheek."

She did.

Leo's cock slipped from her mouth with a soft pop, resting heavy against her face. She looked up into the camera lens--eyes dazed, lips swollen, hand still wrapped around the base.

Click.

Click.

And then, without being told, she kissed the tip again... and took him back into her mouth.

This time, deeper.

Pauline's head bobbed slowly over Leo's cock, her rhythm steady, mouth gliding wet and warm along his length. Her hand stroked in sync, her tongue working every inch she could take.

Leo's hands rested loosely at her head--not pushing, just guiding, his fingers tangled in her hair as he watched her with growing heat.

From the side, Marco circled them, the camera clicking softly.

Behind him, Tyrell had stood up.

He didn't speak. He didn't interrupt. He simply stepped a little closer to the bed, standing at the edge, eyes fixed on Pauline's mouth.

His expression was unreadable--half admiration, half hunger.

Vivian noticed.

She turned her head, lifting her brows slightly. "You thinking what I'm thinking?" she asked Tyrell, her voice low and amused.

He didn't look at her. "I'm thinking she looks too good to stay untouched."

Vivian smirked.

Dre, still seated with his arm around her, leaned forward, his voice deeper now.

"She's putting on a show... but I don't think she meant to do it alone."

Tyrell moved another step forward. Close enough now that Pauline, as she pulled Leo's cock from her mouth to take a breath, could see him standing just in front of her. She looked up, blinking, her lips glistening, her hand still stroking Leo slowly.

Her eyes flicked from Tyrell's face to the clear outline pressing against the front of his pants.

Her breath caught.

Leo's voice came low, a growl in her ear.

"You want them to see you like this?"

Pauline didn't answer. Not out loud.

But her lips parted. Her hand kept moving. Her eyes stayed locked on Tyrell's.

That was answer enough.

Tyrell's tongue slid slowly across his lower lip. "Shit," he whispered. "She's ready for more."

Marco didn't stop shooting.

He stepped back slightly now, framing the whole scene--Pauline on her knees between Leo's legs, mouth swollen, lingerie hanging loose, and Tyrell now standing just inches away, his arousal visible, his hands slowly unbuckling his belt.

Dre stood too, calmly, moving to stand beside Tyrell. Not rushing. Just... waiting.

Watching.

Marco lowered the camera slightly, looked at Leo.

"Ready to share the frame?"

Leo smiled without looking away from Pauline. "She'll let us know."

Pauline looked up at Tyrell, her hand still working Leo's shaft slowly, her lips parted, breath warm against the head of his cock. Tyrell had already unfastened his pants, pushing them low over his hips, letting his thick cock spring free--already hard, already heavy.

Without waiting for instruction, she reached out, her other hand wrapping around Tyrell's shaft. It twitched in her palm at the first touch.

Tyrell let out a low grunt, his hand coming to rest lightly on her head.

"Damn, girl..."

Pauline gave him one slow stroke--then leaned forward, still on her knees, and flicked her tongue over the head. Just once. Just enough to taste him.

Then back to Leo.

She slid her lips down his length again, deeper this time, her hand now stroking both men--one in her mouth, one in her palm.

"Fuck..." Leo groaned. "That mouth..."

Tyrell watched her work, jaw clenched, his breath growing heavier as she shifted between them--lips wrapped around one, then the other, never fully giving herself to either yet, but offering just enough to drive them crazy.

And then--

Dre stepped in.

He moved beside Tyrell, calm but hungry, unfastening his pants without a word. His cock was thick and long, just like the others, already full and pulsing.

Vivian sat on the armrest now, watching with parted lips, her hand slowly rubbing her own inner thigh.

Pauline looked up and saw Dre standing there, stroking himself lazily as he watched her mouth work. She froze for a second--surrounded now by three men, all watching, all waiting.

Leo leaned in, his voice like velvet against her ear.

"You want them?"

Pauline didn't speak.

She just nodded.

And that was it.

She turned to Dre, still stroking Leo and Tyrell, and opened her mouth again. Dre stepped forward. She licked the head of his cock slowly, then took him in, her lips stretching, her tongue swirling as he groaned deep from his chest.

Three Cocks.

Two hands.

One mouth.

She moved between them like she was made for it--eager, fluid, messy in the most beautiful way. assliva glistened on her chin, her lips shiny and swollen as she switched from one to the next, her hand never still, her eyes fluttering up from time to time just to see what it was doing to them.

Marco's camera clicked again.

And again.

Capturing the moment she stopped just being watched... and became worshipped.

Pauline's body moved instinctively now, gliding from one man to the next with lips, hands, tongue. Her mind was a blur of taste, heat, and the feel of skin--firm, throbbing, alive around her.

Each cock felt different. Each groan she pulled from them hit something deep inside her, something that craved being desired this openly, this hungrily.

Leo tilted her head slightly as she sucked him again, his grip firm but never forceful.

"You're unreal," he growled. "Fucking perfect."

Tyrell was gritting his teeth, hips twitching every time her hand tightened around him.

Dre ran a thumb across her jaw as she took him deeper.

"Such a good girl," he murmured. "You want all of us, don't you?"

Pauline's moan vibrated around him in response.

Behind them, Vivian slowly sank into the armchair, her legs spreading as she watched the scene unfold--mouth open, eyes burning. One hand slipped under her dress without hesitation, her fingers finding her pussy already soaked.

She began to rub slow, steady circles over her clit, eyes never leaving Pauline's face.

"She's glowing," Vivian whispered, almost in awe. "Look at her..."

Marco turned his lens toward her, capturing the exact moment her fingers disappeared between her thighs. Her back arched slightly, hips pressing into her palm as she watched her best friend kneel between three men, covered in sweat and spit and desire.

Pauline was a vision--her hair messy, her breasts bouncing softly as she moved, the lace of her thong clinging wet to her ass, the rest of her lingerie sliding lower with every breath.

Leo stepped behind her now, his hands caressing her hips, fingers slipping under the lace and tugging it lower, exposing her fully from behind. He leaned in, his breath hot against her neck.

"Ready to take more, baby?"

She nodded, breathless.

But before he could move, Dre pulled her mouth back onto his cock, gently but firmly, guiding her deeper than before. She choked softly, but didn't stop--her throat adjusting, her eyes tearing slightly as she swallowed him inch by inch.

Tyrell moaned, watching her take Dre like that, his own shaft twitching in her hand.

Vivian moaned, her fingers working faster now, two of them buried deep inside her, her hips rolling against her palm.

"You were never meant to be good," she whispered to Pauline through clenched teeth. "You were meant to be legendary."

And in that moment, with three men around her, one woman playing to the rhythm of her pleasure, and the camera capturing every second--

Pauline believed it.

Leo knelt behind Pauline, his hands spreading across her bare ass, thumbs tracing slow circles along the base of her spine. Her thong had already been pushed down, forgotten somewhere between the sheets, and her pussy was on full display--wet, swollen, pulsing from anticipation and attention.

She was still on her knees, mouth full of Dre, hand wrapped around Tyrell's shaft, eyes watery and glassy from everything happening at once.

Leo leaned in, his cock resting between her cheeks, thick and hot against her skin.

"You want it?" he asked, voice low, breath curling against her ear.

She couldn't speak--her mouth was too full--but the way her hips pushed back into him told him all he needed to know.

Leo guided the tip of his cock to her entrance, dragging it slowly through her folds, gathering her wetness, spreading it. She gasped around Dre's shaft, her body jerking forward slightly, not from pain--but from the overwhelming need to be filled.

Then--

He pushed.

The head slipped in, stretching her open, and she moaned deeply, muffled by Dre's cock still deep in her throat.

Leo growled. "Fuck... still so tight."

He slid in further, slowly, deliberately, feeling her body pulse around him as he filled her inch by inch. Her pussy clenched and fluttered around his shaft, already dripping, already craving more.

Behind the lens, Marco didn't stop shooting--his breath shallow, camera shaking only slightly as he caught the moment her body took Leo in, the arch of her back, the tension in her arms, the shine of sweat on her skin.

Vivian let out a sharp breath, her fingers moving faster inside herself, legs shaking now.

"Oh fuck..." she whispered. "That's it... take it, baby..."

Leo buried himself fully now, his hands gripping Pauline's hips, his rhythm slow and deep at first, each thrust pushing her forward into Dre, who groaned, holding her by the back of the head as she continued to suck.

Tyrell stepped closer, his shaft brushing her cheek as she turned to take him in next, even as Leo began to fuck her from behind--steady, powerful, claiming.

Pauline moaned around Dre, her body rocking back against Leo, forward into Dre, hands never stopping.

Leo's grip on her hips tightened as he thrust deeper, each movement more deliberate, more intense. His cock stretched her fully, gliding in and out with a rhythm that shook her body forward--into Dre's lap, into his hands, into everything.

Pauline's moans were muffled, swallowed around Dre's shaft, but her body told the truth--she was trembling, her knees quivering, her thighs slick with arousal. Her pussy clutched at Leo with every thrust, her back arching more, her hips pressing harder into him.

She was close.

So close it hurt.

Her body had stopped thinking, stopped hesitating. All she could do was feel--Leo's size inside her, Dre's weight on her tongue, Tyrell's hand in her hair, Vivian's voice moaning her name between gasps of pleasure from across the room.

And just when the climax built to a breaking point--when her body tensed, ready to fall--

Leo stopped.

He held her there, fully inside, unmoving.

Pauline let out a strangled whimper around Dre, her hands clawing at the sheets, her body desperate for just one more stroke.

Leo leaned in, his breath hot on her back.

"Not yet."

She whimpered again, her body rocking backward, begging for friction.

He pulled out slowly, her pussy clenching around nothing now, empty and aching. Her whole body was flushed, twitching, her thighs trembling beneath her.

Leo reached forward, grabbing her by the waist, and guided her gently onto her back.

"Let me see you fall apart," he growled.

Marco stepped back, camera raised, capturing the way Leo positioned her in the center of the bed--legs open, hair a wild halo around her, breasts rising with every breath, and her pussy glistening, wet, needy, twitching slightly from being denied.

Dre and Tyrell stayed close, still hard, still waiting, still watching.

Vivian was leaning forward now, two fingers working inside her, the other hand playing with her breasts as her eyes devoured every inch of Pauline.

Leo hovered over her now, one knee between hers, his cock resting heavy against her slit.

"Beg for it," he said, voice low and rough.

Pauline looked up at him, dazed, wrecked, desperate.

"Please," she whispered. "Don't stop again. I need it... I need you inside me."

Leo smiled darkly.

And pushed back in.

Leo thrust back into her in one smooth stroke, deep and full. Pauline cried out, her back arching, her legs trembling as her pussy stretched again to take him. The rhythm he set was slow but powerful--claiming her with each thrust.

Her hands gripped the sheets, then reached blindly upward until they found Tyrell, who had knelt beside her head. His cock was already in hand, hard and waiting.

She looked up at him, lips parted, eyes wild.

Tyrell didn't need words.

He guided his cock to her mouth, and she opened for him willingly, letting him slide past her lips, still wet from earlier. He groaned as she wrapped her lips around him, sucking softly at first, then deeper, her mouth now full again while Leo pumped into her from below.

"Fuck, baby..." Tyrell whispered. "You're perfect."

Her moans vibrated around him as she worked her tongue, each thrust from Leo forcing her to take Tyrell deeper. Her throat opened, her body rocked, her mind barely able to hold on.

Dre moved in next, standing beside Leo, looking down at her trembling body--how her breasts bounced slightly with every movement, how her fingers clutched Tyrell's thighs, how her pussy swallowed Leo again and again.

He reached down, his fingers sliding between her lips to her breasts. He rubbed slow, tight circles around her nipple, then leaned down to kiss her breast, sucking gently, teasing her with lips and tongue while Leo's pace picked up.

Pauline was surrounded.

Her pussy stretched, her mouth full, her breasts kissed and licked, her body no longer her own--and yet more hers than it had ever felt.

Vivian, across the room, moaned louder now, fingers deep inside her, watching Pauline take it all--like it was meant for her.

"You're so fucking beautiful like this," Leo growled, sweat dripping down his chest, his hands gripping her thighs as he drove deeper.

"Look at her," Dre said, kissing across her chest. "She wants every fucking second of this."

Tyrell tightened his grip on her hair as her mouth worked him harder.

She was dizzy. Wet. Trembling.

And she was alive.

Marco, silent all this time, captured it all--the way her lips shined with spit, the way her breasts was being worshipped, the way her eyes fluttered back as her pussy took Leo's full length again and again.

Leo's thrusts grew heavier, faster, his hips slapping against Pauline's ass with sharp, wet sounds. Her body rocked beneath him, her moans muffled by Tyrell's cock still filling her mouth. Dre kept kissing and teasing her breasts, rolling his tongue around her nipple, murmuring against her skin.

She was spiraling--her pussy clenching around Leo, her jaw working around Tyrell, her breath wild and uneven. Her body trembled with every movement, every touch.

"Fuck..." Leo growled, his voice rough, shaky. "I'm gonna cum."

He pulled out suddenly, and Pauline whimpered at the emptiness. Her pussy throbbed, her thighs twitching from being denied again.

"Open your mouth, baby," Leo said, already stroking himself.

Pauline turned her face toward him, lips parted, eyes wide and dazed. She let Tyrell slip from her mouth just as Leo stepped in close.

He pumped his cock, thick and glistening, aimed at her flushed face.

"Look at me," he growled.

She did.

And then--

He came.

Thick ropes of cum shot across her face--her cheek, her lips, her chin, some landing across her tongue and upper chest. She gasped softly as it hit, warm and heavy, her fingers clenching the sheets as the wetness marked her.

Leo groaned deep, his hips jerking with each pulse. "Fuck... yes..."

The tension in his body faded, but the hunger in the room only grew.

Marco's camera caught every moment--her face glazed with Leo's release, her expression dazed, lips parted, glowing.

"Don't move," Marco murmured. "You're art."

Pauline barely had time to breathe before Dre moved in behind her, gripping her waist.

"You're not done yet," he said, guiding her body upward.

She rose to her hands and knees again, face still streaked with cum, veil tangled in her hair, her pussy still dripping and hungry.

Tyrell groaned at the sight, stroking himself harder.

Dre pressed the head of his cock against her soaked entrance and pushed in--slowly, deeply, filling the space Leo had left behind.

Pauline cried out, her body rocked by the sudden stretch, still tender, still on fire. But she didn't stop. She didn't resist.

She opened for him.

And the rhythm began again.

Dre's grip on her waist was tight, commanding, his hips slapping against her ass with powerful, controlled thrusts. His cock stretched her from behind, hitting deeper with every stroke, filling the space Leo had left, but with a different rhythm--rougher, more primal.

Pauline moaned with every movement, her face still streaked with cum, mouth half open as the pleasure started to edge toward unbearable again.

Tyrell stood in front of her, stroking himself slowly as he watched Dre take her.

Her eyes met his, hazy with lust and surrender.

He didn't ask.

He stepped closer.

Pauline lifted herself slightly, still on her hands and knees, and without needing a word, took Tyrell's cock back into her mouth. Her lips stretched around him, tongue circling the tip before sliding down as far as she could manage.

Tyrell groaned, one hand finding the back of her head, the other resting on her shoulder.

"Just like that... fuck..."

Dre picked up the pace, his thighs slapping against her as he grunted with each thrust.

"She's taking both like it's nothing."

And she was.

Her pussy clenched hard around Dre, her mouth moved in perfect rhythm around Tyrell. She was caught between them--filled, stretched, owned. Her hands gripped the sheets for balance as her body rocked back and forth, used and adored in equal measure.

Vivian, still in the chair, had her legs spread wide, her fingers buried inside her pussy as she moaned openly now.

"Don't stop," she whispered. "Don't fucking stop..."

Marco was silent behind the camera, but the shutter kept clicking, each frame immortalizing the moment Pauline let go of everything she thought she was.

Her breasts bounced with every thrust, her breath came in hot, broken gasps around Tyrell's shaft.

She was soaking. Trembling.

And still begging for more.

Dre leaned forward, growling in her ear.

"You're gonna cum for all of us, aren't you?"

She moaned around Tyrell, her body already starting to tighten.

Tyrell looked down at her, hand in her hair.

"Good girl."

And they didn't let up.

Dre's thrusts grew faster, heavier--his hips slamming into Pauline's ass with punishing rhythm, her pussy soaked, stretched, clenching harder with each deep push. His grip on her waist was bruising now, his breath ragged as he drove into her over and over again.

In front of her, Tyrell grunted as she took him deeper, her mouth hollowing around his cock, saliva spilling over her chin. He held her head steady, guiding her rhythm, watching her eyes roll back every time Dre bottomed out inside her.

Her body was shaking.

She couldn't breathe right. Couldn't think. All she knew was sensation--thick and relentless behind her, hot and pulsing in her mouth, voices around her praising her, using her, needing her.

Vivian moaned loudly from the chair, fingers thrusting hard into her pussy, hips grinding down in sync with the chaos on the bed.

Pauline's legs started to tremble, her arms buckling.

She was right there--on the edge.

Her moans grew higher, more frantic, muffled around Tyrell's shaft, her throat choking slightly as her orgasm built fast and hard.

Dre leaned forward, one hand slipping under her to rub her clit with rough, perfect pressure, his breath hot against her ear.

"Come for us, baby," he growled. "Let them see you lose it."

Pauline tried to hold on.

But her body had already decided.

With a strangled cry around Tyrell's cock, she convulsed--her entire body seizing, pussy clenching around Dre in waves, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. She screamed into Tyrell's skin, her thighs jerking, her stomach tightening, her vision going white.

Dre kept fucking her through it, hips pounding, her pussy gripping him like a vice.

"Fuck--she's cumming," Tyrell groaned, his hand pulling back just enough for her to breathe.

Her face was wrecked--tears at the corners of her eyes, mouth open, cheeks flushed, the mix of sweat, spit, and cum painting her skin like a masterpiece.

Pauline collapsed forward onto the bed, arms trembling, her face pressing into the sheets, body still pulsing from her orgasm. Her pussy clenched around Dre one last time as he growled behind her, his rhythm faltering.

"Fuck, I'm gonna--"

He pulled out just in time, his thick cock twitching as hot streams of cum spilled across her lower back and ass, glistening on her skin as he groaned deep and loud, his breath ragged.

"Shit... look at you..." he muttered, watching it drip down the curve of her body.

Pauline barely had time to breathe before Tyrell pulled her head up by the hair, gently but firmly. Her lips were swollen, her cheeks flushed, her eyes dazed.

He pumped his cock, standing over her now, his other hand wrapped in her messy hair.

"You want it too?" he asked, his voice breaking with need.

She didn't speak.

She just opened her mouth.

That was enough.

He grunted once, twice--and then came hard, thick ropes of cum shooting across her lips, her tongue, her cheek, some of it joining the mess Leo had left earlier. Pauline moaned softly, letting it land, letting it stay, her face now fully painted by three men.

Tyrell held her head there a moment, savoring the sight, his cock twitching in the aftermath.

"Fucking angel..." he whispered.

Across the room, Vivian's legs shook violently as she cried out--her back arched, fingers buried deep in her pussy as her own orgasm overtook her. She pressed her free hand to her breast, moaning Pauline's name as she came hard, soaking the cushion beneath her.

Her breath came in sharp waves as she collapsed back, flushed and wrecked, her thighs slick, her fingers still trembling between them.

She looked at Pauline with dark, tender pride.

"That was the hottest thing I've ever seen..."

Pauline lay there, breathless, covered, throbbing.

Used.

The room was quiet now, filled only with heavy breathing and the warm hum of bodies coming down from ecstasy.

Pauline lay in the center of the bed, drenched in cum, her chest rising and falling in shallow waves. Her skin glowed, her body twitching with the last pulses of release. Dre had collapsed beside her. Tyrell leaned against the wall, catching his breath. And Leo stood at the edge of the bed, sweat dripping down his chest, eyes fixed on Marco.

The photographer still had the camera in his hands. His eyes were locked on Pauline--on her wrecked face, her ruined body, the masterpiece he'd been capturing since the first breath of this descent. His cock was clearly straining against his pants, and he hadn't said a word.

Leo turned to Vivian, who was still seated in the armchair, legs spread, her skin flushed from her orgasm.

"Hey," he said, voice low and raw. "Marco needs help."

Vivian glanced over and smiled slowly, knowingly.

"Of course he does."

She stood, her body moving like honey, and walked toward Marco--naked, graceful, still glistening. He didn't move. Didn't blink. The camera finally lowered as her eyes met his.

Without a word, Vivian sank to her knees.

Her fingers unbuckled his belt with practiced ease, unzipping his pants and pulling them down just enough to free him. His cock sprang out--hard, dark, desperate.

Vivian didn't hesitate.

She took him in deep, straight to the base, her hand stroking what her mouth couldn't cover, her tongue swirling, her rhythm fast, wet, perfect.

Marco groaned--loud and broken--his hips jerking forward instinctively.

Thirty seconds.

That was all it took.

His body stiffened, and thick ropes of cum spilled into her mouth, hot and heavy. Vivian took most of it, swallowing as he pulsed against her tongue. The rest slid down her lips, dripping onto her chin.

She let him ride it out, holding him gently, sucking him through every last twitch.

When he finally collapsed backward a little, breathless and undone, she looked up at him, wiping her chin with the back of her hand.

"There," she whispered. "Now we're all finished."

And for the first time that night,

the room was quiet.

The room was thick with heat, scent, and silence. The bed, once pristine, was now tangled with silk, lace, and the heavy breath of aftermath. The only sound was the low hum of the air conditioning and the occasional clink of ice shifting in a forgotten glass.

Pauline lay back against the headboard, her chest rising and falling slowly, veil pushed aside, strands of hair clinging to her flushed skin. Her eyes were open, but unfocused--caught somewhere between disbelief and abandon.

Vivian sat beside her at the edge of the bed, one hand resting gently on Pauline's thigh. Her breathing was still slightly uneven, her expression somewhere between dazed and fiercely present.

The others had already left the room. Leo, Dre, Tyrell, and even Marco had slipped out quietly, giving the girls a moment alone, a breath of space after the storm they had all created.

The suite was quiet again, except for the faint music still playing in the distance.

Pauline finally exhaled, her voice barely above a whisper. "I can't believe what I just did..."

Vivian's thumb traced absent circles on Pauline's skin. "You don't have to. Not now."

Pauline turned her head slightly, her voice trembling. "I don't regret it. But I don't even know what it means."

Vivian nodded slowly. "Maybe it doesn't have to mean anything more than what it was... A moment you claimed for yourself."

Silence settled between them again, heavy but not uncomfortable.

Outside the door, the world continued--but inside the suite, the two of them stayed suspended, wrapped in sheets and secrets.

Just then, the door creaked open. Camila stepped in, her hair slightly messy from her own night, a sleepy expression on her face.

Her eyes landed on Pauline--and immediately widened.

"Oh. My. God," she gasped, staring at the state of the bed, the room, and most of all, Pauline--still partially dressed, her body streaked with unmistakable traces of the night.

Pauline instinctively pulled the sheet up a little, eyes darting toward Vivian.

Vivian didn't miss a beat. She smirked and raised her eyebrows. "Well, looks like the bride-to-be got a little... frosting on her cake."

For a second, there was stunned silence--then all three burst into laughter.

Camila staggered back slightly, half horrified and half amused. "You guys are insane."

Pauline wiped a tear from her eye as the laughter subsided. "Maybe. But damn... what a night."

Camila sat down on the edge of the bed, still blinking in disbelief. "I honestly don't even know where to start asking questions."

Vivian chuckled, reaching for a bottle of water nearby and tossing it to her. "Start with a sip. Then we'll get into the chaos."

Pauline looked between them, her expression softer now, a faint smile lingering. "It's like... I let go of this version of myself I didn't even realize I'd locked away."

Camila raised an eyebrow. "So, you're not freaking out?"

Pauline hesitated, then shook her head. "No. I thought I would, but I'm not. I feel... free. Like I gave myself permission to feel, to want."

Vivian leaned back, propping herself up on her elbows. "You owned every second of it. No shame in that."

Camila glanced toward the door. "Are they all just... out there?"

Vivian smirked. "Probably trying to piece themselves back together. Leo looked like he needed a smoke and a prayer."

That sent another round of laughter through the room, this one lighter, more grounded.

Pauline looked at her friends, a sense of deep connection swelling in her chest. "Whatever happens after this... I'm glad it happened with you two here."

She exhaled deeply, then slowly pushed herself up from the bed. "Okay. I need to not look like a human canvas anymore."

Vivian laughed. "Go wash the art off, bride."

Pauline padded toward the bathroom, grabbing a fresh towel from the dresser. As the door clicked shut, Camila looked at Vivian with a grin. "She's handling this way better than I expected."

"She surprised all of us," Vivian said, stretching her arms above her head.

From inside the bathroom came the sound of water running, followed by Pauline's voice. "If either of you post anything about this night, I swear I'll haunt you in your dreams."

Camila snorted. "Too late. The mental image is burned in forever."

Pauline emerged a few minutes later, her face freshly washed, veil set aside, and her body mostly cleaned. She moved with a new lightness, picking up her dress from the floor.

"Okay," she said with a playful sigh. "Let's see if I can pull this look back together."

Vivian grinned. "You're still the hottest bride in this hotel, covered in frosting or not."

The three of them shared another round of laughter as Pauline slipped into her dress, adjusting the straps and smoothing the fabric with care. The night wasn't over, but the chaos had quieted--at least for now.

Dressed again and feeling a bit more human, the girls stepped out of the bedroom and into the soft-lit living room. Through the sliding doors leading to the terrace, they spotted the guys--Leo, Tyrell, Dre, and Marco--clustered together, drinks in hand, laughter spilling from their circle. Smoke curled lazily from a couple of cigars, their voices animated as they relived fragments of the wild night.

The moment the girls stepped outside, the energy shifted. Leo looked up and raised his glass with a grin. "There she is. The star of the night."

Tyrell let out a whistle, followed by a playful toast from Dre.

Marco offered a gentle smile and held up his phone. "Don't worry about the pictures," he said to them. "These shots? They're yours and yours only. No one else sees them unless you want them seen."

He tapped quickly on his screen. "Just give me one of your emails and I'll make sure they get sent to you."

Vivian stepped forward and rattled off an address, her voice casual, though her eyes lingered on Marco with the trace of a smirk.

After a few more thank-yous, smirks, and lingering glances, the girls said their goodbyes. Leo stepped in to give Pauline a slow, warm hug, murmuring something only she could hear.

Then, arm in arm, the three girls slipped back into the hallway, laughter echoing behind them as the door closed gently at their backs.

They walked in comfortable silence, the buzz of the night still pulsing faintly in their limbs. The corridor felt cooler than before, the soft hum of air conditioning and distant music filtering through the walls of the resort.

When they finally reached their suite, Pauline swiped the key card and pushed the door open. The familiar scent of their space--light florals and ocean breeze--washed over them as they stepped inside.

Camila collapsed dramatically onto the couch, kicking off her heels. "I don't even know how I'm going to sleep after all that."

Vivian dropped her clutch on the counter, stretching. "You won't. You'll just stare at the ceiling, replaying everything in slow motion."

Pauline chuckled softly, heading straight for the bathroom. "I just want to get out of this dress for the last time tonight."

The girls began to move through their space like a gentle tide--undressing, washing up, laughing softly at fragments of memory. No longer charged with anticipation or wild impulse, the room felt warm in a different way now--like the exhale after a held breath.

Tonight had changed something. But for now, there was only comfort, friendship, and the steady return to themselves.

The steam filled the bathroom again as the girls took turns in the shower, letting the warm water ease the tension from their bodies. Pauline finished first, wrapping herself in a thick towel and walking out with flushed cheeks and damp hair. Vivian followed soon after, her cheeks glowing, and then Camila, last, fresh-faced and still processing everything.

As they pulled on their sleepwear, Camila looked between them and raised an eyebrow. "Okay, now that we're all clean and technically not in the middle of it... can someone please explain how you ended up in a full-blown orgy?"

Vivian snorted, brushing out her hair. "Well, it started with a camera, a veil, and a very eager audience."

Camila's eyes widened. "No way."

Pauline sat on the bed, pulling her legs up beneath her. "It just... happened. One moment I was posing, and the next--everything blurred."

Vivian turned, grinning. "Blurred in the best way. I mean, come on, did you see how you were glowing?"

Camila tossed a pillow at her. "You were the one glowing, moaning to yourself in the corner like some erotic fairy godmother."

They all burst into laughter again, unfiltered and raw, their bodies finally loose and relaxed.

Pauline exhaled deeply, running her fingers through her damp hair. "I don't know what tomorrow will feel like... but right now, I feel alive."

Vivian raised an imaginary glass. "To doing something wild... and surviving it beautifully."

Camila smiled, curling up beside her. "To not forgetting who we are."

And with that, the three of them settled beneath the covers, warmth and mischief still lingering in the air.

The room quieted as the last lamp was turned off, casting the suite in soft shadows and moonlight. Each girl lay in her own bed, the space between them filled with silence and unspoken thoughts.

A few minutes passed before Camila's voice broke the hush, low and thoughtful. "Do you think we'll ever talk about this again? Like... really talk about it?"

Pauline shifted under her blanket, her voice soft. "Maybe. Or maybe it's one of those memories that lives best in the dark."

Vivian let out a quiet hum of agreement. "Either way, it's ours. All of it."

A comfortable stillness settled again, and for a moment, all that could be heard was the sound of waves crashing gently in the distance.

Sleep came slowly, but when it did, it wrapped each of them in the kind of peace that only follows chaos--a calm earned, not given.