0 comments/ 10248 views/ 0 favorites Fighting Over Alice By: hobrigef Jack and Mark crashed out in the room before they'd even unpacked. It had been a long flight to Bali, not to mention the seemingly endless bus ride to the hotel. They didn't surface until early evening, local time, and it was later still by the time they got themselves together and down to the bar. They swooped thirstily on their beers, finished in a matter of seconds. 'Fuck, I needed that!' groaned Jack. They ordered another and took them to a table. 'So, what should we do tonight?' Mark mused, sipping more sedately now. 'Just kinda not very much?' 'Mmm.' The two friends grinned at each other, savouring the 'start of holiday' feeling. They'd been looking forward to this trip for ages: two weeks in the tropical sun between graduating college and starting the grind of job-hunting back home in Boston. The place became busier as the night progressed, Jack and Mark getting pleasantly sozzled as the beers kept flowing. 'Bound to be,' Mark replied to Jack's wondering (for the umpteenth time) about whether there'd be much by way of 'pussy' around here. God, the guy was obsessed. 'Fucking hope so!' Jack said. 'Relax, man. Like I told you, this place is ...' But Jack wasn't listening. 'Oh my word. Speak of the devil,' he whispered, eyes keening over Mark's shoulder. Mark swung round to check on the attraction. A lush brunette had entered the establishment. The girl was a distance away but he could make out the essentials of pretty face and knockout body in a short, slinky dress. She was sashaying across the room in that way hot girls do when they know they're hot. With a mighty effort he dragged my eyes back to Jack. 'See, there you go.' 'She is smokin',' said Jack, leering. 'Oh fuck, she's gonna sit at the bar!' 'What, on her own?' 'Looks like it.' Mark grinned at him. 'So, that's me sorted. What are you gonna do?' 'Piss off, Mark.' Mark shrugged and tried to get back into their conversation, but he soon gave up; Jack was constantly ogling the hottie who, from Mark's position, he couldn't see without craning and being too obvious. 'OK, let's both stare,' he finally announced, exasperated, and he adjusted his chair accordingly. 'Don't, man. She'll know we're lusting,' Jack protested. 'Yeah, right. As if she doesn't know half the guys here are doing that.' Because the girl was most definitely a looker and, judging by her expression and body language, she seemed to be relishing the torrent of male attention coming her way. 'I think she's up for it,' Mark said. 'Really?' 'Yep, I reckon.' Mark figured it was only a matter of time before she got hit on and so, fuelled by the booze, he made a move. He jumped up and, leaving Jack open-mouthed, he made towards the bar. But too late; she'd finished her drink and was up and away before he got even halfway over there. He was left looking slightly foolish as he turned and rejoined Jack at the table. 'Can't win em all,' Jack chuckled and Mark grinned ruefully. * The following afternoon, pursuing a lazy day of sun-sea-sand, the boys were hanging out in one of the resort's beach bars. It was quite crowded and they were having to share a table, the two of them plus this girl who was munching her way avidly through a burger of some sort. 'Good?' said Jack, when she'd finished, flashing his best grin despite the girl being nothing to write home about. The girl smiled bashfully. Probably unaccustomed to guys chatting her up, Mark suspected. She wasn't a horror show or anything but was certainly no oil painting; rather plain, in truth, and with a figure that, although camouflaged by the loose kaftan affair she was wearing, was discernibly ... well let's just say she could do with going easy on the burgers. 'What's your name?' Mark asked her. 'It's Cynthia,' she replied, accent sufficiently Australian to leave little doubt where she was from. 'Lovely name,' Mark said, triggering a blush from her and a kick under the table from Jack. 'Yeah, lovely name,' Jack echoed. They introduced themselves and the three of them got chatting. Cynthia seemed a nice girl and she talked away quite merrily once she'd loosened up. Turned out she was on holiday with her friend, Alice. They'd been there a week and were staying at the same hotel as Mark and Jack. 'So, where's Alice now?' Mark enquired. 'She's gone for a swim ... said it's too hot to eat.' 'Have to agree with her there,' said Jack, sipping at his beer. 'Still, this is what ...' At which point he lost his thread because he'd spotted the honey from last night. So had Mark. There she was, walking up the beach, wearing a black bikini and looking good enough to raise the dead. The view only got better as she got closer. The bikini was hardly there at all, covered the essentials and absolutely nothing else, it left no doubt whatsoever that this girl was blessed with a magnificent body. She was a wet dream. Guys had their tongues out as she passed by. Mark's eyes zeroed in on the sliver of material across her undulating hips. You could almost see the goods between her legs. What you could see down there -- an exquisite expanse of flat and smoothly waxed lower belly -- was thrilling enough. But what happened next was more than thrilling. The babe kept on coming towards them until, a few gob-smacking moments later, she was stood right by their table, shades pushed to the top of her head, gazing down at Mark and Jack with an insinuating smile. 'Gee, Cyn, I leave you alone for one second and you're hooked up with two hunky men!' The voice, a little throaty with a playfully seductive lilt, didn't disappoint. Clearly Australian too, but the accent less prominent than her friend's. 'Oh, hi, Alice,' said Cynthia, quickly. 'This is Jack and Mark.' The delectable Alice was looking quietly amused, but if she recognised the boys from last night she wasn't letting on. 'Hi there, Alice,' they chorused, standing up clumsily and offering hands. Being described as 'hunky' by a dynamite chick like this had instantly dispelled their mid-afternoon torpor. Alice pulled a chair and joined them. It was hard for the boys to know quite how to play things; they both had the hots for the babe, obviously, however there was the sadly unfanciable friend to deal with too. The upshot was that both boys ended up flirting with both girls. It felt a little awkward to Mark but the others seemed happy enough. There was one slightly sticky interlude when Alice, complimented by Jack on her tan, smiled and said 'Thanks. I just love the sun! Poor Cyn has to be careful, though. You burn up, don't you, Hun? Go all lobster,' and the resulting attention on her less than flattering colour ('lobster' was about right) clearly embarrassed Cynthia; but other than that, things flowed reasonably smoothly as they all got to know each other. The girls were a couple of years younger than Jack and Mark. They were friends through high school and now shared a flat in Melbourne. Cynthia was in her first job, a secretary, whilst Alice had just finished her fresher year at one of the more prestigious universities. 'Ah, so the beauty has the brains too. That is so not fair!' Mark thought (but didn't say). They managed to ascertain that neither girl currently had a boyfriend. Unsurprising in Cynthia's case, Mark thought, although her friend looked the sort who'd have a string of them. Perhaps she did but wasn't saying. OK, well good news either way. Throughout the encounter ran the challenge of not leching too overtly at Alice, a challenge made all the more considerable by the miniscule bikini top she was (almost) wearing. The straps were prone to sliding over her shoulders and her attempts to push them back in place weren't particularly effectual. After a while she seemed to forget about it and her top settled into an excruciating position, balanced precariously on the lower slopes of her jutting breasts. Depending on the angle Mark could glimpse a hint of nipple, occasionally more than a hint. Oh god. It was tough not to stare. Sun-glasses would have eased the predicament somewhat but they'd removed them in the shade of the bar and it would have looked odd to put them back on. Jack was struggling as much as he was, needless to say, but they did OK. Sure, they were snatching an eyeful periodically, and Mark was sure Alice sensed it, however it was nothing too crude or blatant and she didn't seem to mind. Whatever, the modus operandi worked, because by the time they reached the 'OK, see you later,' phase of the conversation they'd agreed to do precisely that; the four of them were meeting up in the hotel bar at nine o'clock. When they rose to exchange bye-for-nows Alice appeared strangely taller than she had before. On closer examination Mark realised it was an optical illusion; she hadn't actually elongated while talking to them (she was still of medium height, around five six or so), it was that Cynthia was rather 'vertically challenged', barely five foot, maybe even less. At six foot plus, Jack and Mark towered over her. Alice turned briefly and waved as she strolled away; she had a sly smile on her face, a smile that said 'Yeah, I know how utterly glorious my ass looks in this bikini, and I know both you horny boys are checking it out.' Correct on both counts. Immediately following her wave she put an extra little wiggle into her walk and, although there were numerous guys drooling at her, it was clearly for Mark's and Jack's benefit. Jack grunted something obscene and announced he had a 'mother' of a hard-on. 'Me too, mate,' Mark grinned, his eyes following the two Aussie girls as they receded down the beach: the bronzed, bikini-clad babe and, waddling alongside, the short dumpy friend in a smock. 'Houston, we have a problem,' chuckled Jack, giving voice to what they were both thinking. 'Talk about beauty and the beast!' 'Yeah, well, let's talk about it later,' Mark told him, needing to gather his thoughts. * They didn't talk about it, as it turned out. What they did, as they primped in their room getting ready for the 'date', was bicker like crazy. 'C'mon, it's only one night,' said Jack, pressing his claim to be the one hitting on Alice. 'It isn't, though, is it?' Mark said. 'What if you get lucky and then I'm stuck with the dumpster while you're fucking Jessica Alba's identical twin for the rest of the holiday? Nah, mate, sorry.' 'Don't be like that. Cynthia's a nice girl.' 'Yeah, she is ... to talk to.' 'Well just talk then.' 'Look, Jack, if she's such a nice girl why don't you get with her?' 'Because I prefer the hot friend. I have this weird predilection for incredibly attractive women, see.' 'Tosser,' Mark grinned, throwing a pillow at him. 'So, that's agreed then? You and Cynth, me and Alice?' 'Is it?' 'Isn't it?' 'Or is it more accurate to say it's totally unagreed?' Mark sniped. And so on and so forth. Neither of them was prepared to 'take one for the team'; they'd done it before for each other (a few times, actually) but in this particular case, no chance. 'How about we toss a coin?' Mark suggested, eventually, tired of arguing. 'You'll accept it if you lose, will you?' 'Probably not,' Mark said, deciding it was pointless to lie. 'OK, so I guess it's a case of "may the best man win",' grinned Jack. 'What, we both try and pull the hottie?' 'Yeah.' Mark was less than impressed with this. As every guy knows who's ever played the 'hottie and nottie' scenario, the big danger with concentrating all your attention on the first, the reason it's such a no no, is not so much that the ugly one gets annoyed and jealous (since who cares, right?), but that the pretty one gets hacked off too. Why? Well, because she doesn't want her friend feeling hurt and excluded from all the fun. And so you end up blowing the whole thing. He explained this to Jack, although there was really no need. He knew the game as well as Mark did. 'Just have to risk it, won't we?' Jack said, putting the finishing touches to his appearance. 'How do I look?' 'Like shit,' Mark told him. Not true unfortunately; showered and shaved, faded jeans and cotton shirt, he looked more than OK. Then again, similarly attired, so did Mark. Mark gave up on the whole argument. What had Jack said? May the best man win? Fine, bring it on. He checked his watch. 'Any case, we better get down there.' * The girls were twenty minutes late; the boys were just starting to fret about being stood up when they finally came down to join them at the bar. Mark's determination to beat Jack in their forthcoming 'Battle for Alice' was intensified by the girls' respective appearance: Cynthia dolled up to the nines and wearing a frilly looking (and quite elaborate) multi-coloured frock, Alice with minimal make-up and looking the perfect blend of simple and sexy in a denim mini and a lacy white top. That Cynthia had made by far the bigger effort only pointed up her friend's infinitely greater allure. The girl was drop-dead gorgeous. 'Sorry, guys. I know we're late,' she said, sliding onto a stool and crossing her lovely legs. Cynthia did the same but her short stubby pins didn't have quite the same impact. 'No problem!' they chorused, their attention dwelling on how Alice's tight skirt had ridden a long way up her thighs. 'Cynthia took an age to get ready!' Alice said, grinning mischievously. 'Alice!' said Cynthia, making light of the comment but keen to change the subject. 'Just hope you boys appreciate it,' Alice added. 'Oh we do!' Mark assured her. 'Yeah, you look great,' said Jack. There was no question who Jack's 'you' was referring to. Both he and Mark were gazing appreciatively at Alice and doing nothing to hide the fact. Alice certainly noticed (she could hardly fail to, the way they were feasting their eyes) and the knowing smirk which flitted across her pretty face indicated that she didn't mind one bit. 'So, you going to buy the ladies a drink?' she pouted. They ordered more beer for them and white wine for the girls. Then the 'battle' began in earnest, Jack and Mark locking horns and turning all the charm at their disposal on the hottie. Poor Cynthia was like a spare part. Unlike earlier at the beach, the boys made zero effort with her. They barely acknowledged her presence. Both of them were scared that time spent talking to Cynthia would be exploited to the other guy's advantage and so they dropped all pretence and concentrated exclusively on what they wanted -- her delicious friend. They competed manfully for Alice's favour, ogling her, lavishing her with compliments, listening attentively to her stories, amusing her with their own, and Alice lapped it up with the easy confidence that flows from being a stunning nineteen year old girl. She flirted shamelessly with both boys, kept them simmering with the aplomb of an accomplished prick tease. She had the whole repertoire: the wide-eyed interest in everything they said; the sultry pouting smile and soft suggestive giggles; the subtle touching, hand coming to rest lightly on their arm, her fingers from time to time 'accidentally' brushing their thigh; the frequent flicking and tossing of her lustrous dark hair, the tongue sliding around full sensuous lips and the oh-so-cute biting down on the bottom one; the teasing peek-a-boo with her spectacular breasts as they tried their level best to tumble out of her flimsy top; the languorous stretching in her seat, top sliding up her torso to tantalise the drooling boys with several inches of smoothly toned belly; the constant flaunting of those luscious legs, the erotic choreography of silky golden thighs forever crossing and re-crossing under stretched denim, the lazy absent-minded scratching of that persistent 'itch' just under the hem of her skirt; the loosened sandal dangled mesmerisingly from the end of scarlet-painted and beautifully pedicured toes. She drove them nuts, pretty much. The unfortunate Cynthia sat in miserable silence as her sexy friend basked in male ardour. She was attempting not to look unhappy and wildly jealous but wasn't really succeeding. At first she strove to stay involved, looked for openings in the conversation, seized on any opportunity to make a bright little interjection, but before too long she accepted the essence of the situation and became virtually mute, sat there stewing, ignored apart from Alice's occasional 'Cynthia, you're very quiet?' type remarks, these delivered in a superior and rather patronising tone which only served to emphasise her friend's lowly status and exclusion from what was going on. After over an hour of this, and two more drinks each, Alice excused herself to go to the bathroom. 'Wanna come too, Cyn?' she said, looking pointedly at Cynthia, making clear that it was more instruction than question. 'Um, OK, sure,' Cynthia mumbled, the first words she'd uttered for quite some time, and the two of them went off. 'Going well,' grinned Jack, when they'd disappeared. 'Yep, I'd say it is. Except poor Cynthia's not having such a brilliant time, is she?' Jack chuckled, shaking his head. 'Christ, that dress! Does she really think she looks good in that?' Mark shrugged. 'Guess she has to try.' 'Suppose so. But the funny thing is how she's behaving. She's obviously used to being ignored by guys when her hot friend is around and figures she has to put up with it. So it's cool for us.' 'Yeah, I know what you mean. It's like she knows her place.' 'Exactly. Hottie's ugly mug friend. The way she's sitting there like a lemon while you and me are all over Alice, it's fucking hilarious. Bet it's always like that. Bet the poor girl doesn't get a sniff. She must be gagging for it!' 'Bet she is,' Mark laughed. 'She so shouldn't hang out with Alice. Just makes her look a complete moose. Can't believe they actually live together. Fuck, can you imagine?' 'Gotta feel sorry for chicks like that, don't you?' 'Do you?' said Jack, looking dubious. 'Yeah, you know. Desperate for a shag but never get a look in. All that ever happens is guys crawling over them to get to the hottie.' 'Well maybe I'll let her suck my dick sometime ... if she asks me really nicely.' 'There's a thought,' Mark chuckled. 'After I've fucked her gorgeous best friend a few times, that is.' 'Ooo, Mr Confident.' Jack took a long swig of his beer. He had a definite glint in his eye. 'Or after "we've" fucked her, I should say. Because I reckon it's a threesome later if we play our cards right.' 'Now you're talking!' 'Hey, Mark, so I dunno what all that "the pretty one will get hacked off if we both go for her" bullshit was about.' 'It's not bullshit. Usually that's what happens.' 'Because it seems to me Alice rather digs having two blokes fighting over her while the minger gets precisely nada. Seems to me the girl is loving every minute of it.' 'Yeah, it's an odd one. It's like she's getting off on the whole thing,' Mark agreed. 'No question, she is.' 'Bit of a bitch really.' 'Rubbing her friend's nose in it, you mean?' 'Right.' 'Yeah, well. Hot bitches rule the roost. That's life, innit?' 'You're such a philosopher, Jack, anyone ever told you that?' 'C'mon, it's true!' 'Still ... it's kinda mean what she's doing.' 'And this bugs us, does it?' 'Nah, not really, but ...' 'Cos listen, Mark, you can always bail out or switch if you want. Leave Alice to me.' 'Dream on, mate. Dream on.' 'Thought so,' Jack sniggered. 'Fuck, did you clock the way she keeps flashing her tits at us? Don't know about you but I was ...' He broke off because the girls were on their way back. They re-joined them, Alice with a radiant smile, Cynthia still somewhat stony-faced. 'So, the night is young. What next, gorgeous? Another here?' Jack asked, looking at Alice. She pondered a moment before announcing that she fancied a 'change of scenery' but wasn't sure where. 'How about the nightclub here at the hotel?' Mark suggested. 'That "Club Rosso" thing down in the basement. Meant to be quite good, apparently.' Fighting Over Alice The girls hadn't yet been there and Alice sounded enthusiastic about trying it out. 'Fabulous idea!' said Jack, taking his cue from her. He had his hand on Alice's knee, Mark noticed, the bastard. She giggled and removed it, rolling her eyes at Cynthia who was kind of twitching uneasily in her seat. 'I'm full of fabulous ideas,' Mark said, winking at Alice. 'Mmm, I just bet you are, sugar,' Alice flirted back. 'OK, Cynthia? Club Rosso?' she prodded, grinning at the gooseberry. 'Um, I dunno. Like I told you, I'm a bit tired ... maybe I'll just go to bed?' Music to the boys' ears, that was, but Alice was having none of it. 'Aw, don't be like that, Hun,' she wheedled. 'C'mon, beautiful, let's go,' Mark urged Alice, nuzzling at her neck. 'Down, boy!' she giggled, luxuriating in being the object of desire. 'C'mon, Cyn, it'll be fun!' she insisted. Poor Cynthia was looking all at sea. 'Honestly, Alice, I'm really ...' 'Look, you can't cut out and leave me alone with two guys. It's not fair. C'mon, Hun, let's at least check it out. Just one drink, OK?' There was no doubt Alice was getting a kick out of the situation, that she was thoroughly enjoying having her desirability, and her friend's lack of it, so palpably demonstrated. No doubt either, as Cynthia nodded in reluctant agreement, as to which of the girls called all the shots. So ... Club Rosso it was. * The place was crowded and it took a while to get served at the bar. They walked around with their drinks looking for somewhere to sit, eventually ending up in a far recess a long way from the dance floor. The lights were dimmed very low in this section which, with the darkly red decor, engendered a rather louche ambience; the 'smooching area', Mark guessed you'd call it, and with it being relatively early there were some empty tables. 'How about here?' said Alice, indicating the most secluded of the vacant spots, the one right in the corner. They grabbed it and got themselves sorted. The booth arrangement was perfect for what Jack and Mark had in mind, which was getting it on with the scrumptious Alice. Mark slipped in first, by the wall, and Alice sat next to him. Jack remained standing for a moment, eyebrows raised, until Alice got the message; she giggled flirtatiously and shuffled in to make space for him, sandwiching herself between the boys and leaving her poor friend with no option but to sit alone and isolated on the other side of the large table. Cynthia was completely frozen out; with the noise of the club, the music and the general hubbub, she couldn't even hear what they were saying unless they yelled, and vice versa. 'You OK over there, Cyn?' Alice shouted across, grinning bitchily. She was squeezing Mark's thigh under the table, doing the same with her other hand to Jack. Cynthia managed a weak smile. The smile soon faded because from that point she was ignored, reduced to sullen observer as her sexy friend cavorted with her two admirers. Mark slipped his arm around Alice and she nestled into him; 'Kiss me, Mark,' she murmured, turning her lovely face towards his. Oh yeah, Mark thought. As he and Alice kissed long and passionately, he saw Jack's hand move to her leg. Meeting no resistance this time, he snaked higher, began to gently stroke around her thighs with his fingertips. Mark carried on the delicious snog with Alice until a tap on the shoulder ('My turn, mate,' Jack grinned) indicated it was time to give way. Mark looked quizzically at Alice, kind of hoping she'd decide to keep concentrating on him and to hell with Jack. 'Sorry, sweetheart, looks like you have to share,' she laughed, turning to kiss Jack. As the two of them settled into a steamy clinch, Mark joined Jack in caressing her legs and Alice drifted her hand into Mark's lap where it rested on the ever hardening bulge in his pants. 'See what you're doing to me, baby?' he groaned softly into her ear, getting rewarded with a knowing squeeze of her fingers. Alice finally broke off with Jack and reclined back in her seat. She was noticeably flushed. 'Look at Cynthia,' she giggled to the two boys. 'She's going green, poor thing!' Cynthia was indeed looking bitterly envious. Mark caught her eye and blew her a kiss. He couldn't resist it. Cynthia looked away quickly. 'Guess it's not her lucky day,' Jack sniggered, his lips on Alice's shoulder. 'Not sure she has any,' Mark said, smooching her other one. Alice laughed. The atmosphere had subtly changed, Jack and Mark not so much competing for the hottie now (since it seemed likely they'd both be nailing her), but more collaborators in her increasingly obvious desire to humiliate her hapless friend. Given Alice was enjoying doing that, and they were totally into Alice, they were getting into it too. Not the greatest defence for their behaviour, Mark knew, but there it was. The three of them started gossiping maliciously about Cynthia, about how generally 'unhot' she was, how she needed to go on a crash diet, how she really ought to fix her hair, not wear so much make-up etc etc. Cynthia couldn't hear a word of it, of course, but the way they were gurning at her she knew she was being made fun of. 'So, let's see ... you keep the poor girl around just so you can torment her with how much more fucking sexy you are ... am I right?' Jack said, which brought a gleeful smirk to Alice's lips. 'Hey, and I bet she carried your bags at school,' Mark snickered. 'She did, actually!' said Alice, with a wicked grin. '... Cynthia's always doing things for me.' 'Tell us more, gorgeous!' said Jack. But Alice just shook her head and smiled enigmatically. Then she jumped to her feet. 'C'mon, guys, dance with me!' Alice took Jack and Mark by the hand and led them off towards the bright strobing lights, leaving Cynthia at the table. The three of them hit the floor and Alice was soon revving the boys up with her dancing; she was hands above head, shaking her ass around, hips grooving all over the place, jiggling her tits, the works. The girl really knew how to work it out there. Several guys looked on enviously as she got blatantly intimate with Mark and Jack, grinding her body into them, letting them squeeze her buttocks, rubbing herself against their pulsing erections. She teased the fuck out of them, basically; they were blue-balled and almost cumming in their pants by the time they eventually returned to the table. Cynthia was sat there fiddling with her handbag, looking utterly forlorn. Why she hadn't upped and left, Mark didn't know. Seemed almost that she needed Alice's permission for everything. Their relationship really was rather peculiar. Still, who the fuck cared? Certainly not him or Jack. 'No dishy guys asking you to dance, Hun?' Alice said, openly mocking the poor girl, before settling herself comfortably back between Mark and Jack. The two friends could barely contain themselves now, they needed this sexy bitch so bad. They started seriously making out with her, smooching her, kissing her neck, nibbling her ears, telling her how gorgeous she was, how much they wanted her; they both had an arm around her and were getting increasingly frisky with the other one, Jack stroking his fingers up and down her thighs, Mark caressing her belly. Their dark corner was great for this type of stuff; Cynthia, sat opposite, could see what was going on but nobody else really could; they could pretty much take things as far as Alice would let them. 'Mmm, aren't I the lucky girl?' she murmured to herself, aiming another gloating glance over the table at the unlovely and unwanted Cynthia. 'You are such a bitch!' chuckled Jack, his hand roving up Alice's leg. 'Am I?' she pouted. 'Maybe you shouldn't be doing that then,' she teased, looking down but doing nothing to stop him. 'You fucking love it, gorgeous, you know you do,' Jack grinned, fingers exploring under her skirt. 'Oh yeah, see ... you're fucking dripping wet, baby, aren't you?' Alice nodded and moaned, squirming in her seat. Mark slid his hand up under her top, started fondling her luscious tits. 'We're gonna both make love to you tonight, baby. You know that, right?' he whispered into her ear. 'Really?' she taunted, giggling, undoing his fly. 'Oh christ, Alice!' he groaned, as her fingers probed to release his cock. 'Oh my god, so big and hard!' she squealed, licking her lips in ostentatious appreciation of what was now in her hand. 'Take yours out too, honey,' she told Jack, as she was running her index finger lightly, very teasingly, up and down the length of Mark's shaft. He didn't need telling twice. 'Ooo, Jack, that looks just yummy!' she said, gazing with obvious relish at Jack's rigid member as she continued to play around with Mark's. 'Oh yeah, baby!' Mark was mumbling, as she upped the tempo closer to 'handjob' mode. Alice stroked his swollen throbbing cock for several seconds and then, maddeningly, just as the tingling rush in his balls was about to become unstoppable, she abruptly switched her attention to Jack, began pleasuring him in similar fashion. She carried on alternating between them, stroking each boy in turn right to the brink. Then she started operating in stereo, not wanking them now but merely toying with them, just really teasing; her fingers fluttered mercilessly on and around their granite-hard dicks, tickling them, keeping them both on the very edge of exploding. It was heaven and hell combined. Jack and Mark were red-faced and breathing very heavily. They exchanged a look and it was clear they were of the same mind; there was an urgent need to get this molten hot bitch back to their room if their hungry cocks were going to get from where they were, sticking out of their pants in a nightclub and being softly tortured, to where they were screaming out to be; which was pummelling her warm juicy cunt. 'C'mon, Alice, let's go,' Mark urged. 'Go where?' she goaded. 'Our room.' 'Your room?' 'Yeah, sexy, c'mon,' Jack cut in. 'You've got us horny as hell. Let's go get naked!' 'What about my friend?' Alice giggled. Jack grinned wickedly. 'She can just go back to your place and play with herself, can't she?' 'What, while I'm off fucking two hunky men at the same time? Hardly seems fair, does it?' 'Maybe you can tell her all about it tomorrow,' Mark said. 'You know, so she doesn't feel too left out.' Alice was silent for a moment, seemed to be considering her options. Then she nodded and smiled. 'OK, I'll just break the news.' 'You do that, gorgeous' said Jack, looking like the cat that's got the cream. 'Calls for a little girls' room conversation. You boys sit tight for a second,' Alice told them, giving their cocks a quick squeeze and wriggling herself out from between them. Cynthia was looking hopefully up at her friend, perhaps thinking she was coming to sit next to her, but Alice simply walked off in the direction of the bathrooms and indicated with an imperious waggling finger that Cynthia was to follow. Cynthia hastily gathered her bag and did so, scampering after Alice like a little lapdog. 'Oh my god, can you believe that?' Jack guffawed. Mark was laughing too. It was pretty funny. Cruel, sure, but funny. 'Least we don't have to worry about Cyn being a cockblocker, do we?' he said. 'Nope.' 'Wouldn't surprise me if Alice drags the wretched girl along to watch!' 'I wouldn't put it past her,' grinned Jack. 'You'd like that, wouldn't you?' Mark joshed him. 'Think I would, yes.' 'Pervert.' 'That's me, mate. I mean, think about it. We know Cynthia must be sexually frustrated, right? Must be gagging for cock?' 'A fair assumption, I'd say.' 'And it's obvious that she's madly jealous of Alice.' 'Definitely.' 'Right, so just imagine if she has to sit and watch while Alice gets laid by two guys. Two cocks for Alice, zilch for her. That'd be hilarious, don't you think?' 'Guess it could be a laugh.' 'Like, first Alice does a little strip-tease for us and we get really into it, ogling her like crazy and generally adoring her, telling her how fucking hot she is, what a fabulous body she has and stuff, how much we can't wait to get her to bed and go down on her and fuck her sexy little brains out etc etc, and Cynthia has to just basically listen to all this, then we make her sit on a chair next to the bed and meanwhile Alice slips between the sheets and she makes herself comfortable. Then what me and you do is we slowly take our kit off right in front of Cynthia, this poor cow who we know never gets any cock, and we kind of dangle the goodies in her face, we totally tantalise the ugly bitch with what her hot friend is about to be getting and she, as always, won't be getting ... you know what I mean?' 'Fucking sadist!' 'Be funny, though, you gotta admit.' 'Hmm.' 'It would!' Mark retained the sceptical face. 'But what about Alice? What's she thinking about all this "cocks waving in Cynthia's face" business?' 'Yeah, well that's what makes the whole thing even better, because the hot little bitch is loving it, she's lying there snug and naked in bed, knowing she's about to get laid, and she's wetting herself watching what we're doing. Maybe we ask her if she minds Cynthia having a quick sniff of our cocks before we join her in the sack and Alice giggles and says, sure, give her a sniff, let the poor thing have just a tiny sniff of lovely hard cock and then come here and fill my pussy with it.' 'That is quite an imagination you have there, Jack, I'll grant you that.' 'Thanks. So we rub ourselves right up against her nose, literally give her a sniff, then we get her to pucker up and plant a little smacker on the end of our rods and tell them goodbye because they're both about to disappear into her friend's greedy cunt. Alice is watching all this and giggling like mad. As Cynthia is kissing goodbye to all this nice stiff cock, Alice is opening her legs to receive. She's sopping wet, she's ready to get fucked all night, she's ...' He continued in this ribald vein but Mark was soon only half listening; for one thing he was more than content with the relatively vanilla prospect of Jack and he playing a three-ball with Alice, he didn't really need these outlandish accoutrements, and for another thing it'd been several minutes now and he was increasingly keen for the girls to return. Or one of them, rather. '... and then in the morning we don't bother getting up for a while. We send Cynthia down to fetch us some breakfast, coffee for me and you, plus Alice says she wants orange juice and croissants, and when she comes back with the stuff on a tray she finds us fooling around and getting horny again. Alice is stretched out on the bed and she's got one of us down between her legs, eating her pussy, and the other one kissing and fondling her tits. She's just quivering with pleasure. So poor Cynth has to stand there with this tray and wait while Alice ...' 'Where the fuck is she?' Mark interrupted, checking his watch again. Jack came out of his reveries and he looked at his. 'Shit, yeah.' 'Should we go see if we can find them?' 'Crash into the girls' bathrooms? Yeah, man, great idea. Let's get arrested.' 'That's a point,' Mark admitted. The two boys fell silent and carried on waiting. And waiting. 'What the fuck,' Jack said. 'That's nearly half an hour.' 'Think we've been given the bum's rush, mate,' Mark sighed. 'Maybe we were wrong about the cockblocking. Maybe Cynthia cut up rough and Alice figured they'd better call it a night.' 'You think?' 'Dunno, really. Whatever, we're not scoring.' 'Can't fucking believe it!' Jack mumbled. To say he sounded aggrieved was putting it mildly. 'C'est la vie,' Mark shrugged, his feelings not so much of aggravation, more crumbling disappointment. 'Fucking bitches,' Jack spat. 'Look, I'm going back. I'm zonked,' Mark said, not wanting to get into a major post-mortem about the thing. Jack said OK but he was going to stay on at the club, see if there was 'anything else going'. Mark stood up, telling him fine, provided that in the unlikely event he succeeded he didn't come barging in with some chick and waking him up. Jack grunted something which Mark didn't quite catch and angled his legs to allow him to pass. 'See you then,' Mark said, glancing down at Jack as he shuffled out. 'Oh and Jack?' 'Yeah?' 'You might want to put your dick away.' * The next morning Jack was hungover (his extra time at "Rosso" had resulted in nothing but more beer) and so Mark went down alone for breakfast. Afterwards he decided to check out the pool. There were plenty of people there already and one of them he knew: Cynthia was installed on a sun lounger, wrapped in a large towel, reading a magazine. The lounger next to her was empty but the bits and pieces on and around it indicated it was taken. Alice? Must be. He debated whether to lurk where he was until she appeared but curiosity got the better of him and he approached Cynthia. 'Hiya,' he said, sheepishly, acutely conscious that he hadn't exactly endeared himself to her the previous evening, feeling rather bad about it in the harsh light of morning. Cynthia looked up through her shades. 'Well, if it isn't one of the two Casanovas.' 'Hmm, yeah, I know. Just got carried away, I guess. Sorry.' 'I'm sorry too,' she said. She was smiling at him, surprisingly. 'You're sorry? Why? We were the ones being utter pricks.' Cynthia nodded slowly, seeming to ponder the matter carefully. 'You were, that's true. But still, it was a bit naughty of Alice, leading you and poor Jack on like that.' There was a quiet confidence about the girl that had been markedly absent the day before. She was looking rather better too, Mark noticed. 'So what happened anyway?' he asked her, keen to solve this particular mystery. 'You don't know?' 'No. Why did she blow us out?' Cynthia glanced over his shoulder. 'Why don't you ask her yourself?' Mark turned and saw Alice coming along holding two ice creams. She was wearing the black bikini again, just the bottom half of it this time. He couldn't help staring at her tits and nor could every guy in the vicinity. Fuck, this girl was really something! 'Here you go, Hun,' Alice said, ignoring Mark and handing Cynthia an ice cream. 'Thanks, babe,' said Cynthia. 'Look, Mark's here. Remember? From last night?' 'Oh yeah. Hi,' Alice drawled. Mark couldn't see the expression behind her dark glasses but she was sounding supremely uninterested. 'Mark has a question for you, honey,' Cynthia said. 'Oh really?' said Alice. The girls were looking at him expectantly. Mark cleared his throat, suddenly feeling rather idiotic. 'Er, yeah. So, Alice, last night ... why didn't you come back with us? Why did you run off like that? Me and Jack didn't know what the fuck was going on!' Alice stood there, hand on hip, and burst out laughing. 'Why didn't I want to go with you guys? Mmm, now let me see.' Cynthia was also giggling. 'Stop it, Alice. Game's over. Tell the poor boy.' 'Tell me what?' 'Well, the thing is, Mark ... sweetie ... I got a better offer.' 'A better offer?' Mark said, non-plussed. 'OK, so maybe not a better offer ... more a much better offer.' 'Oh,' Mark said. 'Aw, thanks, honey,' pouted Cynthia. The look in her eyes as she gazed at her 'friend' was one of unmistakable adoration and Mark's fog of confusion began to clear. 'Same offer I get every night, in fact,' grinned Alice, looking at Cynthia in a way that left no doubt the passion was mutual. 'Ah' was about all Mark could manage. Then he remembered that comment of Alice's in the club, how Cynthia was 'always doing things for me.' Yeah, right, he thought. And vice versa, it would appear. 'Like I said, Mark, I'm sorry,' said Cynthia. 'Just that we enjoy playing games sometimes, especially when we're on holiday.' Fighting Over Alice 'Games?' 'You know, odd couple, princess and slave girl, that sort of shit. Or Alice's favourite, which is ...' 'Tease the living crap out of unsuspecting schmucks?' Mark said, beating her to it. 'Yeah, that's kinda my speciality,' Alice smirked. 'And you two were cake, trust me.' Now Mark really was feeling an idiot. 'We like to spice things up now and again,' Cynthia grinned. 'Don't we, Alice?' 'Certainly did that,' Mark said, reclaiming a small degree of poise. Cynthia shrugged. 'Whole thing got a bit out of hand, that's all,' she said. 'OK, well, see you girls around, I guess,' Mark muttered, sensing he was overstaying his welcome. 'Sure,' said Alice, fluttering her fingers in dismissal. Despite himself, Mark was smiling as he walked away. He had the feeling that if he turned around he'd see the girls laughing at him and so he didn't. It was a perfectly executed scam, he had to admit. They'd been well and truly kippered, he and Jack, and he couldn't wait to get back and tell him. When all's said and done, it was definitely something to remember the holiday by. Amazing really, when he thought about it: the sort of episode which usually only happens in screwball fantasy fiction, not in real life.