She leaned in for an awkward hug. Strangers don’t hug. Jeez. She smelled incredible. I found myself praying she was his sister or cousin or that she... was into women or something, anything that could stop the two of them being an item.“We work together back home,” Scott explained. I nodded. I still wasn’t satisfied.“Right,” Amber laughed. “Only he doesn’t actually work. He just walks around looking important.”She tucked a loose strand of honey-blonde hair behind her ear. She looked so goddamn. I wanted to be deemed special. I wanted to be swept away by those fancy looking priests and brought into the temple. I would sweep the floors and pray and be the best damn acolyte of them all. I would be the first ever from my school that was selected, the entire school would be so proud of me, they would hang a picture of me in the hallways. This year, this may, I was finally old enough. I had just turned nineteen, I was part of class K, the final year. That was the year they choose from.. Her rack was even nicer uncovered (tits always are) with firm, pointy nipples. I noticed that she wasn’t shaved; her bush was trimmed but full.“No butt-plugs for you, two?” I said dryly.“No,” Amelia replied. “We have to keep all of our holes available.”Each girl’s “outfit” consisted of a single large bow on her back above her ass. It had two thin lengths of ribbon that wrapped around the waist and tied in the front. Jess’ was pink, Amelia’s purple.Each girl also had a matching choker “necklace”. The pool was epic, running both sides of the hotel and all around were little bars and groups of trees offering shade and drink for those who needed a rest from the sun. It was one such bar I was heading to for a cold beer, when I heard an argument coming from a small bunch of trees near the pool. “Come on, get it hard, let’s do it” a girl was saying. “No way” a boy was saying, in a horrible winey voice, “not with your parents just there, if they turn around they’ll see us.” It was two young.