They stepped through the grand glass doors of the resort and were greeted by the cool air-conditioned lobby.
The receptionist greeted them with a practiced smile, and Zuri stepped forward, handing over her ID and booking confirmation. "Reservation under Zuri Monroe."
"Ah, yes," the receptionist said, tapping at her screen. "Welcome, Miss Monroe. Your suite is ready. You and your guests will be escorted shortly."
A bellhop appeared, wearing a crisp uniform, and led them through a private elevator. The ride up was silent, save for the occasional ding of passing floors.
When the elevator doors opened, they stepped into a hallway that looked more like a gallery: abstract art on the walls, soft lighting, and plush carpeting.
The bellhop opened the double doors to their suite.
It was breathtaking.
A sprawling open-plan space with a sunken living room, floor-to-ceiling windows, and a private terrace. The décor was modern but warm. A glass staircase led to a second floor where the bedrooms were, each with its own en-suite bathroom and balcony.
"Wow," Joren breathed, stepping inside. "This place is posh."
Leon grinned. "Of course it is. Zuri put a lot of effort into planning this… since a special someone was coming—"
He didn't get to finish.
Zuri shot him a sharp look. A delicate rosy hue bloomed across her cheeks, betraying the composure she tried to maintain.
Joren, oblivious, chuckled. "Guess I should feel honored."
Lana, however, wasn't laughing. She stood a little too still, arms crossed, her lips pressed into a tight frown as her eyes flicked between Zuri and Leon.
Lucy cleared her throat. "We should probably go unpack."
"Yes," Zuri said quickly, seizing the out. "Let's get settled in."
She turned on her heel and headed for the stairs. The others followed, their footsteps trailing behind her.
The bedrooms were tucked behind polished wooden doors, each one had an intricate gold frame. Zuri walked ahead, already knowing which room was hers.
Joren paused, counting. "Wait… there are only four rooms."
Zuri didn't even turn around. "I know. That's what I booked."
Joren blinked. "So… where's Lana supposed to sleep?"
Zuri turned, her expression unreadable. "I don't care. You said you'd cover her expenses, didn't you?"
Joren's face shifted, realization dawning on him. "I… I can't afford to book another room."
Zuri's lips curled into something close to triumph. "That's why I told you not to bring her along."
Lana's frown deepened. "There's no need to worry. I'll share a room with Joren."
Zuri and Lucy both turned to her, surprised. Leon, however, just raised an eyebrow.
Joren didn't react. No protest. No hesitation.
Zuri looked at him, waiting, hoping, maybe — for him to say something. Anything.
But he didn't.
She sighed. "Whatever. Do what you want."
And with that, she turned and disappeared into her room, the door clicking shut behind her.
The others drifted off to their rooms, unpacking in silence.
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1 Hour Later
The suite, for all its luxury, had gone quiet.
Too quiet.
They'd unpacked. They'd explored. They'd admired the view. And now… they were bored.
Everyone was lounging idly, looking for a distraction to pass the time—all except Zuri, who had retreated to her room.
Even Leon — usually the loudest of the bunch — had gone quiet, slouched on the rug with a glossy brochure in hand, flipping pages lazily.
The silence stretched. Already, it seemed this weekend getaway wouldn't be one to remember.
Then, suddenly—
"Yo!" Leon sat up, eyes wide. "Guys — hold up. It says here there's a pool party this afternoon. Like, in the resort's pool outside."
Lucy blinked. "Wait, what?"
Leon waved the brochure. "Right here. Premium suite guests get free passage to the pool party every afternoon. Music, drinks, snacks — the whole thing."
Zuri poked her head out from her room, her hair slightly messy. "A pool party? That's… kind of sudden."
Leon shrugged, grinning. "It's already part of our package, and it starts in an hour. Seriously, that's way better than staying put. It's boring here."
Zuri glanced around at the half-dead energy in the room. The boredom was practically dripping off the walls.
She sighed. "I guess you're right. It really is boring in here."
Lucy perked up. "Finally."
Lana was already halfway to her room. "Guess I'll go change."
Joren followed her, and Leon stretched with a grin. "Time to show off the summer bod."
Zuri lingered for a moment, then turned toward her room. "Alright. Let's get ready."
One by one, doors clicked shut as they disappeared to change.
Inside one of the rooms, Joren tugged his shirt over his head, tossing it onto the bed as he adjusted the waistband of his swim trunks. The room was quiet except for the soft rustle of fabric and the distant hum of the suite's air conditioning. He glanced at himself in the mirror, ran a hand through his hair, and turned to grab a towel.
Behind him, Lana's voice echoed through the room, light and teasing. "So… how do I look?"
He turned.
And froze.
She stood by the mirror, one hip cocked, her hands resting lightly on her slender waist. She wore a bikini that hugged her curves in a way that left nothing to the imagination. The top piece barely held her full breasts, the outline of her nipple visible through the thin fabric. The bottom piece was a bit better, save for the way it narrowed in the valley in between her ass.
Joren's throat went dry. His eyes flicked up, then down, then back up again — and he began to feel his member awakening.
"It's… nice," he said, voice a little too tight. "Looks good on you."
Lana glanced down, noting the stir in his pants, then bit her lips, clearly aroused by his reaction. "You sure? You look like you're about to explode."
She turned around, gathering her hair over one shoulder. "Can you help me with the back? It's being annoying."
Joren stepped closer, his fingers brushing the warm skin of her back. Just as his hands reached for the straps of the top piece, she leaned back against him, grinding her backside against his groin.
"You're so reactive, Joren." She mused, almost to herself. "So... hard."
Joren groaned deeply as he felt her soft ass grind against his rod. His hands moved to grip her hips, pressing her soft flesh against his shaft as she grinded.
Lana's fingers moved to hook the waistband of her now-soaked bikini and she tugged them down her legs. She got down on all fours, arching her back and presenting her ass for him to take. Her hands slid in between her thighs to part her wet folds for him.
"Come on, Joren." She spoke, voice soft and laced with desire. "I'm all yours."
Meanwhile.
Zuri and the others sat on the couch, waiting for Joren and lana.
"How long do they plan to take?" Leon muttered, glancing at the clock. "The pool party's already started."
Lucy groaned. "We're literally missing the best part. Music, drinks, and we're still stuck here waiting."
Zuri sighed, her thumb tapping idly on her screen. "They're taking a lot of time."
Leon threw his hands up. "I can't wait anymore. I'm going."
Lucy stood. "Same here. I'm not wasting this outfit on the couch."
Zuri shrugged. "Go ahead. I'm fine with it."
Leon and Lucy headed out, their voices fading as the doors slid shut. Zuri stayed behind, her eyes flicking to the staircase every few seconds.
A few moments passed.
Then she heard faint sounds from upstairs. The wet sound of skin slapping skin.
She frowned. "What's that?"
Setting her phone aside, she rose from the couch and made her way toward the stairs quietly.
The sounds grew louder now.
Pah-pah-pah-pah-pah!
Accompanied by muffled voices.
"Ahnn!.... Ooh!~.... Nngh!... "
They were coming from Joren's room.
The door was slightly ajar.
Zuri paused, her heart ticking faster. She leaned in, peeking through the narrow space.
Her eyes widened at what she saw.