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THE DREAM GIRLS
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THEY WISH THEY WERE US: A DAY AND NIGHT IN THE LIVES OF TWO TYPICAL INSTAGRAM INFLUENCERS
a short novel in ten parts
by Holly Lori Annalee
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[WARNING: This ten-part story contains graphic depictions of sexual violence, hate speech, elements of non-consent and reluctance, coerced drug use, non-scatological interaction with human feces, and the copious consumption and expelling of various body fluids.]
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Part 4: Anal and Awful
7:25 pm
First, the elevator went up.
On the sixth floor, a man in his mid-thirties entered wearing dark jeans, a heather-grey polo and expensive-looking brown shoes. He was almost six feet tall, fairly fit and strikingly handsome with a full head of lazily styled brown hair. He flashed their drop-dead gorgeous hardbodies a once-over, saw that they were headed to the first floor like he was, backed up against the side wall and turned his head to look away. He waited. Hum-dee-dum-dum-dum.
The doors shut.
“Hi,” they both said to him, in extraordinary unison.
“Hey,” he said. He looked up. They were both staring at his body.
“Are you married?” Kim said. Her eyes were trained on his crotch.
“I’m, uh, I’m sorry?” The man reflexively felt for his wedding band with his thumb. Yes, he was in fact wearing it. He hadn’t even meant to do it, it happened so fast.
“Are you married?”
“Yes, I’m-“
“Do you have a good cock?” Jessa said.
He looked at both of their faces, back and forth. What?
“I’m sor-“
“We’re going to the bar,” Kim said. “Then we’re going back to our room to fuck. You can come fuck us.”
Jessa looked into her phone and lost interest.
“You’re going ba-“
“We are going to fuck each other. If you want to fuck we’re in 303. Shave your face but don’t take a shower. And wear your ring.”
“And clean your asshole,” Jessa said. “And don’t fucking jerk off first.”
“We want all of your cum,” Kim said. She brought her phone up and started flicking through pics. Business concluded.
He was speechless. Upstairs, his wife-seven months pregnant-was asleep after a long day of exploring. Currently, he was on his way to the store to get a few things for her. He had never even considered cheating. They were so happy together, and he loved her deeply. The insane, once-in-a-lifetime offer of casual sex with these two jaw-dropping young sexpots invaded his happy space and made him reevaluate all of his loyalties in a maddening instant.
“What, um, time? Just… in case.”
“Just, like, later tonight,” Kim said in a huff. Fucking figure it out yourself, Einstein.
“Well, um, I’m Ted. Hey.”
They ignored him.
The elevator doors whisked open on the ground floor and Jessa followed Kim out onto the main floor of the hotel. They both kept their heads in their phones, scrolling Instagram. They clacked across the floor and Kim had to look up to see where the opening to the outdoor patio bar area was located.
Ted watched them so long he almost didn’t make it out of the elevator before the doors shut again. His arm shot out and he stepped out to watch them go. He stared at their asses and legs as they dripped wet, hot, tantalizing sluttiness through the lobby and imagined what it would be like to fuck them together. His cock had already burst into a throbbing, painful erection, and he felt sick to his stomach at the looming decision. Its obviousness was already devastating.
It would be a long evening for Ted.
Outside in the lush patio area, everything was hyper modern and fabulously designed. This was their kind of setting for snapping pics and doing videos. There was a giant garden overhanging a perfectly placed towering cliff rock across flawlessly manicured grass, and to their left was a magical-looking bar, stylistically lit and appearing to be carved into a huge rock.
The view of the sprawling lake in the golden light was essential. They did their thing, snapping pics of themselves and each other, each one containing a carefully articulated version of themselves that fit the personalities they had established through their accounts. These artificial personalities were based on other influencers they obsessed over, or had wanted to be like at one time or another.
When they were finished snapping pics, they took videos of themselves together blowing kisses and laughing uproariously. After a few tries at this, their sesh ended. Kim and Jessa strutted over to the bar to relax and look at their pics and vids.
The bartender was a young, dark, handsome man with chiseled features and great thick black hair done in a very cool style. He wore a tight blue button down shirt that showed off his fantastic upper torso.
They approached the bar and both of them caught him looking at them. Kim sidled up and sat down in a high stool while Jessa stood next to her scrolling through her pics.
“Hey! What’s up?” Kim said.
“Quenching thirst, all I’m doing.”
“Are you?”
“I internet casino think we have, like, free drink tickets or something?” Jessa said, not looking up.
“Sure. Room number?”
“303,” Jessa said.
“Mmm, why do you need our room number?” Kim said. She swished her hair around a little and gave him a naughty look, even though he was tapping things into a screen in front of them, not watching.
He laughed and stepped away from the screen. He placed his arms out wide and looked at both of them.
“So I can hook you up. What’re you having?”
“What do you want us to have?”
He thought for a moment, then snapped two fingers.
“I’ll surprise you.”
“I’m Kimmy, and this is Jessy, what’s your name?” She shifted quickly so her big tits jiggled for him, and she pursed her lips and lowered her eyelids seductively.
“You can call me Cal.”
He smiled and went to work making drinks, and Kim watched his body. Jessa stayed planted in her phone. Another male voice spoke up to their right.
“Take enough pictures?”
They both turned to look. Many seats down from them sat a sloppy-looking, leathery-skinned middle aged man in sandals, khaki shorts, a Hawaiian shirt and some stupid beach hat. He was smirking. His comment had been a tease.
This man had chosen poorly.
“Did you watch us take pictures of ourselves?” Kim said, acting bubbly and smiling. Both girls gravitated over to him, walking in a certain way so that by the time they got to him he would definitely have an erection.
He seemed to be caught off guard by their reaction, and he blushed.
“Well, I was just lookin’ around.”
“I’m Kim, and this is my best friend Jessa,” Kim said, and she sat on the stool next to him, letting her bare knee graze his leg.
“Hi,” Jessa said. She remained in her phone. It was Kim’s turn first.
“Uh, Pat. Nice to meet you.”
“Are you here with your wife?”
Pat almost spilled the drink he was holding.
“N-no, she’s, ah, back home. I’m just traveling for b-.”
“What do you think of our outfits?”
Jessa, stuck looking at her phone, spun around slowly so Pat could see everything.
“Well, they really, ah, show how much you girls, you know, work out. I could actually stand to get some exer-“
“I’m gonna go back to my seat, kay Jessies?”
Jessa raised her head, and Kim leaned in to kiss her sloppily, like in porn. They used a lot of tongue, and showed it off for the gross man. They made slopping noises and moaned for him. When they were done, Kim looked into the man’s eyes, then slowly looked down at herself. His glazed eyes followed. She slid off the stool slowly so that her dress got pulled up, and she exposed her naked lower half to him, spreading her legs so he could glimpse her pristine snatch.
She stood up and walked back to where they had been. Jessa dropped her phone to her side, and she got closer to Pat. Her turn.
She just looked at him with cold curiosity. Pat was feeling a little bit crazy. It had all happened so fast. He hadn’t really meant anything by the question, it had just been for fun, maybe to start a conversation. This girl was so unbelievably beautiful, though, that he couldn’t look away from her angelic body. He stumbled and bumbled through a ridiculous attempt at small talk.
“So, uh, do you-did you girls use the gym they have in there? It’s-“
“We don’t go to the gym to exercise.” This was, of course, a total lie.
An awkward moment passed. Jessa stared into his eyes. She peered into his loser soul like a child might peer into a museum exhibit. He didn’t know what to do.
“Oh, well I mean, there’s-“
Jessa moved over and pressed her small, soft breasts into his arm. He could feel her hard nipple piercings. She spoke to him in a low voice.
“We just fuck. That’s how we stay so hot. We fuck each other. A lot. Kimmy gapes my asshole and I fuck myself with a big, black dildo, and we play with each other’s hot, naked, oiled bodies. We fuck other people, too. A lot. Anyone who’s hot and especially anybody with a big… hard… cock. I need to have cum put into me every day or I just can’t fucking stand it.”
He blinked. She got close to his ear and whispered like a little girl.
“Aww you gonna put youw pee-pee in my no-no pwace again tonight, Daddy?”
She brought her head back around and examined his body with a look of pure disgust, then looked him in the eyes again. He was frozen.
“We would never fuck a boring pussy like you, but if you have ten thousand dollars to give us you can come watch us fuck in room 303 tonight.”
Jessa’s face brightened and she giggled like a schoolgirl. She turned around and walked back to Kim, finished with her little fun. Pat rushed to drink down the rest of his drink, then stood up and swiftly fled into the building, probably to jerk his wrinkled little penis or some shit and maybe to cobble together a large sum of cash.
“Should I text Rachel to come?” Kim said.
“Are you, like, canlı poker oyna fucking gay? You’re so fucking obsessed with that ugly fucking whale, like what the fuck?”
“Ew, you fucking cunt bitch, she’s fucking bringing that shit for us like I fucking told you.”
“You’re just like fucking clearly a gay fucking dyke for that bloated reject.”
“I want to watch you commit suicide, like tomorrow.”
Jessa got bored with the escalation and changed the subject.
“Do you think we can get Stench to O.D.?”
“Maybe.”
“Don’t text her yet, I don’t feel like dealing with her mongoloid fucking wannabe bullshit right now.”
They sat on their stools and drank their drinks. Cal came back over from doing something, and Kim returned to her conversation with him.
“So, what’s the fastest you’ve driven it?”
“Got it up to, like, one-fifty a month ago.”
“Oh my god that is sooo awesome.”
A few minutes later, two landscapers walked up to the side of the bar on the girls’ left. They were both dark-skinned Latino men, short at about Jessa’s height, perhaps in their late twenties or early thirties. It had clearly been a long day for them. They both looked like they were completely dirty, and they were covered in a sheen of sweat. Their shirts and pants were stained all over, and their hair was still wet from hard work.
Cal went over to them and the three of them spoke Spanish, having a casual conversation. One of the men laughed. Cal motioned them over to his drink station towards the girls, and he began making something for them.
Jessa sat to the left of Kim, and she smelled them first. The men reeked of body odor. It was like a thick fog of vicious armpit. Jessa perked up. Her pussy had just become soaking wet.
“Holy fuck,” Kim whispered. “Do you smell those fucking dagos?”
Jessa noted Kim’s mistaken use of ‘dago’ for the Latinos, but she did not respond. She looked at the men, and they very obviously looked her and Kim up and down, raising their eyebrows in subtle approval.
“Cal,” Jessa said.
“Sup?” he said, and he put the men’s drinks on the bar.
“Tell them to follow me, I want to show them something.”
“Who? Those guys?”
“Yes.”
Cal looked at her quizzically, then shrugged. He spoke in Spanish to the two landscapers. They looked at each other and shrugged, then took their drinks, tilted them up and swallowed them down whole.
Jessa got off her stool and walked towards the hotel entrance holding her drink with her ass sticking out due to the heels. Kim rolled her eyes, then got her phone out and scrolled for a minute. She looked back up at Cal, ready to continue her masterful seduction of the hot bartender.
Once inside the building, Jessa looked everywhere. Time to be resourceful. The two Latinos followed a few yards behind her, assuming she had something she wanted them to fix. Jessa powered down one hallway checking doors until she found something she could work with. One door opened to a kind of large utility closet with some kind of huge HVAC contraption taking up a third of the space. It was lit by a single sconce light in the ceiling. There were all kinds of brooms and a tall shelf thing with a bunch of gear on it.
Perfect.
She motioned them in and shut the door behind them. Before doing anything else, she closed her eyes and sniffed deeply. Their pungent body odor filled her head, and she got dizzy with sexual excitement.
One of the men spoke.
“Want pleess?” He could hardly form the words. These two spoke basically zero English, it was clear.
Jessa set her phone down on one of the shelves, then pulled her dress up over her head and tossed it on the floor like it was business as usual. She was now completely naked except for her high heels and various jewelry. She turned her back to them, bent over, and showed them her asshole by pulling her ass cheeks apart. It all happened so fast that the looks on their faces hardly changed.
“Fuck me,” Jessa said.
They looked at each other and spoke Spanish quietly. She looked back at them, getting a little irritated that there wasn’t a sweaty, filthy fucking migrant cock in her asshole already. They looked rightfully baffled.
“Fuck. This. Fuck this hole, right here,” she said, pointing to her asshole.
She turned back around to them to teach something to the children. She put one index finger through her other thumb and index finger, signaling the international symbol for sexual intercourse.
“Fuuuck…”
She turned around and pointed to her asshole again.
“Here. Asshole. You. Fuck asshole. Sexo. Asso. Dicko. Fucking whatever-o.”
They looked at each other, and one of them raised his hands as if to say either ‘Why not?’ or ‘Do you understand her?’ It was hard to tell.
“Hellooo? Jesus fucking Christ,” Jessa said. She made an extremely loud, frustrated huff. “Dumb as fucking niggers and shit,” she said to herself.
She got down on her knees in front of one of the Latinos poker oyna and undid his damp, smelly pants, yanking them down to his feet with his soaking wet boxers. His oily shriveled cock was still completely flaccid. She stood up, pointed to his limp dick, then turned around and pointed to her asshole.
“Is it that fucking hard? Fuck my goddamn asshole, you stupid fucking spick garbage. Fuck!”
The other man patted the man with his pants down on the shoulder and started to take his own pants off. Now these illiterate monkeys were fucking getting somewhere. Shit!
Jessa had to get things moving here or she would be an old fucking lady before she got some random dirty cum pumped into her fucking anal cavity. She got back down on her knees and got close to the first man’s dark, cut cock. It smelled like thick body odor, rank musk, and just a little bit like ass. She opened her mouth wide and stuffed all of his dick and shriveled balls into her mouth with her elegant fingers. Even better-it tasted a little like old piss. Inside her mouth, while her tongue worked and she got it all wet, the cock began to rapidly swell and harden. Above her, the man groaned, and he staggered at the sudden sensation of this beautiful young girl’s soft mouth devouring his nasty, sour cock.
The other man spoke a few words in Spanish, but Jessa could tell from his intonation that he was not speaking to the man whose cock she was sucking. The other man was speaking to her, and it was probably dirty talk. It had taken them fucking long enough.
While she sucked the first man’s nearly fully erect dark cock, both men proceeded to get totally nude, kicking boots off and shredding their shirts.
The first man was in moderately decent shape, but he still had some pudge to him. His skin was dark and had only a few splotches of weird, wetted body hair here and there. There was a little patch of beard scattered across his neck, and his nipples were strangely fat and wide. He had ashy, dry elbows, a bunch of cuts on his arms from whatever work he had done, and he had a fairly huge fuzzy birthmark on one of his sides. His face was average, but he had a repellent hint of a mustache, like he was twelve fucking years old or something. His hands were small, and he placed them timidly on Jessa’s hair as she sucked his dick.
The other man, who was already as hard as granite and stroking his cock, had a swollen beer belly and a lot of gross body hair on his fat frame. A few places on his awful skin were crusty, and parts of his body had various-sized bruises. His left arm had a large black grease stain of some kind, probably from the day’s work. His face was squinty and bad, and his belly button was humongous. His waist and legs had long, ugly stretch marks, and parts of his thighs were wrinkly. This man’s hands were chubby and knobby. He looked like a stunted human being with no concept of cleanliness.
She took the cock out of her mouth and jerked it while she made eye contact with the other man. He said something in Spanish to the first man and they both laughed. Then, he looked her right in the eyes and pointed at the man whose cock she was trying to harden.
“Uno,” he said.
She nodded, trying to figure out where he was going with this. Next, he pointed to himself.
“Dos.”
She nodded again. The man turned around and bent over, exposing his hairy brown nightmare of an asshole to Jessa, and got a small dirt-covered flip phone out of his pants, then stood up, showed it to her and pointed to it.
“Tres? Quatro?” Both men laughed.
She shrugged as if to say ‘sure,’ and the other man laughed hard.
Jessa put Uno’s cock back in her mouth and gagged herself on it. She throatfucked his cock as hard as she could, and coughed up a good amount of throat slime in the process. Tears streamed down her face and she coughed and choked. While she did this, Dos talked to someone on the phone, clearly inviting them to a party.
Dos closed his phone, spoke Spanish to Uno, then wobbled over to her face. Dos’s dick was long and darker than Uno’s, and it was uncircumcised. His crotch was a tangle of disgusting black pubic hair that didn’t really seem to end up towards his stomach. The dick was disgustingly dirty, with tiny bits of black flakes and caked on scuzz from the unkempt flappy hood. The man was not hygienic.
That was what she wanted to go into her asshole right now. That filthy, subhuman sex tube. He put his stunted hands on his hips and pressed the gross cock against her perfect face, and she smelled it deeply.
He went around behind her to commence. She stood up, went over to the shelves, sturdied herself and spread her legs. She applied the throat slime to her asshole and bent way over into the shelves. Dos pressed his hard cock’s head against her slimy asshole, and Jessa closed her eyes.
Out at the patio bar, Kim talked to Cal with all the powers of her pornographic body and mouth.
“So where did your friend take those dudes?”
Kim sipped her drink and looked deep into his eyes.
“Probably just to get some cock.”
“Huh,” he said, maybe a little caught off guard.
“We haven’t had any yet today.”
“That so?”
“Well, we fucked each other, but we haven’t gotten our sperm yet.”
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