Try Me Pt. 01

Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up. I do not make money from these stories. Please do not copy and plagiarize my work.

This story was written for Galva82 and is dedicated to him.

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Nassau, Bahamas

White walls were visible beyond the halls and every room locked behind maintenance and personnel only. The Rosewood Baha Mar hotel required a large staff to operate the luxury hotel resort. The Rosewood hotel was only part of a three-piece mega luxury holiday resort in the Bahamas under the Baha Mar name. The buildings combined, almost as if to create their own mini city within the island of Nassau. The five star hotels required a hefty fees, charging thousands of dollars per weekends and extended stays. For the staff, all of this was well known for anyone who had been hired on as an employee to the Baha Mar company name. A sometimes hectic work schedule followed, as that was something Anthony Johnson knew all too well for himself.

Four years ago he attended a university in the United States, finding himself intentionally stuck in the Bahamas after a wild Spring Break trip. All paid for by the university on a break, Anthony had entirely forgotten about his goals of becoming an English teacher, all through several drunken nights of partying. His class mates had left the plane without him, as he chose through a hard hangover to stay behind back on Nassau island. From there, he had spent a few years gambling with the locals and chasing women, all before he stumbled into a hotel room with one special woman who had a job to offer him. It wasn't the ideal way of getting hired on to the staff belonging to a company worth billions of dollars, but he had nothing to complain about.

Now at twenty-six years of age, he had come to terms with the fact he had given up his life and dreams back home in the US. Anthony felt he had nothing left anyway. Going through something of an existential crisis when he had first entered college, he had always dreamed of getting away from the place he knew as home. Material conditions and a familiar environment were meaningless to him. Never was he close with his family or parents, nor did he have a friend to rely on. Walking the back alleys and dark roads between the cracks of society was where he had found himself after coming to terms with life after a spell of depression. A trip to the Bahamian island of Nassau was simply the perfect escape and entry into a completely new life.

Those first few months were brutal to him, as reality had come with a harsh slap in the face. Anthony had been robbed and beaten by thieves who had taken him as a sucker wandering the streets. Gambling was something he had picked up on back in college, as he felt that luck was occasionally on his side with blowing through his college funds with online poker matches. On the island, the cards were rarely in his favor as he learned early on. The one stroke of luck he managed was falling into the lustful hands of a dark haired older woman who had willed and seduced him from a local bar. Anthony liked to think of himself as a man with skills at seduction, but Susan humbled his arrogance quick. If not for her job at the Rosewood hotel resort, he may have suffered a fate worse than anything back home in the US. She managed to pull him together for a full time job at the resort.

Those years had passed as Anthony had paid off his debts and managed to get his head straight to work out problems created back home from his sudden departure and choice of place to live. Susan may have helped get his life straightened out, but Anthony knew he was nothing more than a fuck toy to the older woman. She had other men across the massive hotel resorts and on the island whom she used for her own desires. Anthony had learned from Susan, while working seven days a week, often with long schedules. As time went on, he had to learn new skills as part of his job. It all began with room service for the first four months, but he went on to spend most of his first year in a kitchen among other chefs that had to be trained.

Cooking duties soon became a masseur job that he had now maintained for two years. The Rosewood hotel contained a spa among the upper floors of the hotel building. The floor was located just below the top floor with the twin bedroom suites, reserved only for guests who had the most cash to burn for an extended stay. The white walls were so common whether he was venturing around the maintenance rooms of the hotel or walking off on a journey to the elevator. Despite all the beautiful places around the Nassau island, Anthony found himself living at work more often than not. When he had time off, he liked to take his chances seducing women out by the swimming pools outside or making a go back in the spa rooms. Womanizing adventures were one of his past times, fulfilling the need to constantly chase a fun time thrill.

Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, the faucet ran below as he gazed back to see his face. Standing tall with short blonde hair, Anthony slicked it back while studying his own dark eyes for a moment. His face was clean shaved, fitting the habit for daily shaving. With a skinny body, he didn't have physical features that stuck out upon appearance. The hotel uniform he wore was of a white button up shirt featuring the company logo just beneath his gold name tag. Black pants went along with the outfit, matching shoes that were provided by the company as the final piece of the required uniform. Back in his room, he had casual clothes he could slip into but that wasn't for today. Friday had come and Anthony was aware of schedules for booking families and visitors into the hotel as the weekends always made for busy times.

Finished washing his hands, he pulled a few paper towels from the dispenser to quickly dry them and then it was time to depart from the restroom. Down the short hall led to the desks for staff. A receptionist had stepped into the room, carrying a clipboard of guests that had previously checked in during the morning without booking ahead over the phone. Across the room was another desk, a man sitting there on the telephone, taking calls for bookings. This wasn't out of the ordinary for the staff room downstairs near the lobby. Anthony had his own instructions from the manager, as his job was still to work in the spa when he wasn't on clean up duty for room service. Rather than having a desk or any sorts, he kept his schedule and other work related items back in his room. As he went to exit the room, he was approached by another staff member. A tall man with a heavy build, short black hair and a matching beard.

"Hey man, you ain't gonna believe who dropped in today. You should've been outside at the reception desk a few minutes ago and you would've seen her."

Scott had been one of Anthony's coworkers now for two years, living on the same floor as him with a residency suite. Another American around the same age as him who moved onto the island. Anthony often chatted with him after hours, having a few beers from time to time. Looking back at his friend, he replied.

"Who?"

Stopping in his tracks, Scott replied in an almost low voice.

"Kelly fucking Brook."

Anthony gazed back at his friend, noticing the excitement that was hard for him to contain. Chuckling as he stepped past him, Anthony responded as they both walked out the door.

"You're shitting me, right?"

"No, of course not! Why would I be shitting you, man? She just came in off the plane. Booked a weekend stay."

Turning to face his friend, Anthony offered a smile. Simply hearing the name Kelly Brook spoken from someone's voice had brought back many college memories. He had often spent time alone in his dorm, browsing the internet and looking at her photos and other British glamour models. In the past, other famous names had often checked in to the Rosewood hotel, so it wasn't so much a surprise to hear of someone with her wealth and fame to come in, but Kelly Brook wasn't who he expected. Walking alongside his friend towards the half oval shaped reception desk, Anthony waited a moment before replying.

"You sure it was really her and not just someone with the same name?"

"Dude, I would know cause I rang her up on paper and gave her a room key. She had a British accent, so yeah it was her. You should've seen her rack, then maybe you'd believe me."

Standing on the left side of the two men behind the desk was a female receptionist. Short with blonde hair wrapped up into a pony tail, she stopped what she was doing and turned to give Scott a dirty look while Anthony chuckled at her reaction. Scott had a habit of sometimes embarrassing himself around their female coworkers, all thanks to his mouth. Ignoring him for now, Anthony looked over the computer monitors for the recent check ins for guests. Scott moved in front of him and showed him, pointing directly at the name Kelly Brook over the screen. As he sat down in the chair, Anthony leaned over him, noticing that Miss. Brook was properly booked into a room on the 8th floor, number 867. After learning of her room number, he stepped away.

"Where are you going?"

Glancing back at Scott, Anthony couldn't help but give his coworker a smug grin in return.

"I'm gonna go check up on her. Make sure she's happy with the hotel's service."

When he realized just what his friend was going to do, Scott let out a frustrated sigh and shook his head. It could've been him going up to check on her. Anthony turned his back, still grinning as he walked across the lobby and made his way towards an elevator. If Scott didn't want to take a chance with her, that was more than fine for Anthony. He saw an easy opportunity to offer his services for her, if she wanted to go up to the spa room for a relaxing visit. In the elevator alone, he pushed the button to head up to the 8th floor. The doors shut quietly and now he was alone, only with his dirty thoughts about the woman. Kelly Brook had been something of a blast from the past for Anthony, but he had seen recent photos of her online to know she had the appearance of a bombshell stunner.

In the past, other famous names had checked in to the hotel. John Legend and his wife were the recent ones. Anthony remembered when most of the men among his coworkers had went crazy for a day over Kate Upton booking a weekend stay with her husband just a few years ago. For a day, he had witnessed Kate but didn't have it in him to speak with her knowing that her husband was present at the hotel. Kelly arriving and booking a room all to herself was another story. The elevator came to a stop on the correct floor and Anthony stepped out, greeted to the same white walls down the hall that he was all used to. Down below was a red carpet filling the floor. He walked his way to her door, looking over the gold engraved numbers before raising his hand to knock.

"Just one minute! I'll be right there!"

A voice yelled from behind the door with an English flair. Anthony's heart beat began to race, as he knew for sure who was about to open this door. The gold knob rattled and then came open as he was greeted with Kelly Brook's face and her deep brown eyes gazing back at him. Her eyes matched her wavy hair, split down the middle and overflowing beyond her shoulders. Standing there behind the door, she wore a white button up shirt with the first few buttons undone revealing a heavy bit of cleavage. Offering a smile, he spoke up to greet her.

"Hi Miss. Brook, housekeeping at your service."

She stepped back, opening the door to invite him in. The single bedroom room contained wooden floors beneath the rugs near the door and living room. Every room had the same plush leather couch, oval shaped glass coffee table and large flat screen television set. Kelly shut the door, as he glanced for a moment to see the denim skirt she was wearing. A pair of black high heels were close to the door, as she had taken them off and walked barefooted. Anthony offered her another smile as he spoke.

"Is there anything I can get for you? I just wanna make sure that everything is fine and dandy in your room."

Kelly shook her head, placing her hands onto her hips below upon answering him back.

"Yes, everything is fine here. The room looks excellent, don't you think? I have to unpack some of my clothes soon. I wouldn't mind getting myself comfortable now that I'm checked in."

Her words came off with her sultry English accent, almost causing Anthony to blush. Once again, he remembered his days in college when he would indulge himself lustfully to British glamour models. One could say they were his ultimate weakness as he certainly had a 'type' of woman in preference. He saw an opportunity from her words to offer a bit of stress relief for her.

"If you wanna get comfortable, you can always head up to the spa."

Curving her lips into a smile, Kelly flashed her teeth as she moved her hands away from her hips.

"That's where I was planning on heading first here. I wanted to go out and do a bit of sight seeing tomorrow. It's been some years since I've last visited this island."

"I work up there at the spa, you want me to keep an eye out for you? I can clear a spot on my schedule."

"Oh, that would be lovely."

She giggled softly, still studying him with her eyes before nodding.

"Perhaps around five, will the spa still be open around then?"

"Yeah, I'll make sure it's open."

"Guess I'll see you then... Anthony."

Her eyes glanced down to read his name tag, all before offering a small grin. Finding himself caught in a blush for a moment, Anthony began to walk to the door. He turned back around to wave at Kelly while grabbing the knob with his other hand.

"I'll have a table prepared for you in advance."

"Thank you, see you later."

Turning back around to walk out, Anthony waited until the door shut before exhaling for a moment. He didn't anticipate a moment such as this to have this woman openly flirting with him upon meeting her. As he walked down the hall and brushed past another staff member, he was left to consider his thoughts upon how Kelly behaved in his presence. After all, she did arrival at the resort alone. Perhaps she was looking for some kind of company? It didn't matter one way or another, as he planned to try his absolute best shot at landing her. So much time had passed since he last was able to enjoy the lustful company of a woman. There was always Susan whom he knew he could call, but he didn't like competing with the other men she kept around to please her. Before heading up to the spa, he had to check in with his manager to make sure he was not needed for anything to do with maintenance. Anthony quietly hoped to himself he wouldn't bump into Scott on his way down to the main floor.

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4 HOURS LATER

The day carried on through the afternoon hours transitioning into the evening. Outside the hotel, the blue sky had begun fading into an orange hue with the sun beginning to fall. The pool was always busy with many guests of the hotels outside, same for staff tending to needs within the kitchen. On a day like this, Anthony was thankful he didn't have duties within a kitchen having to cook alongside other chefs and deliver room service meals. It wasn't the fact he had something to look forward to back in the spa room, but that the place was more relaxing. Air conditioned and not requiring the full uniform of work, he was allowed to take his shoes and socks off and comfortably walk his bare feet across the marble stone floor. Comfort was all that truly mattered when spending hours in the spa room.

Like anywhere else inside the resort, the spa contained those same white walls. Sunlight would shine through the oval shaped windows from the right side wall, visible beyond the curtain veils that led into the back supply room. Anthony knew the layout of the rooms all too well, for he had spent years there working. Kelly's arrival was all he anticipated through the day, regardless if he had other visitors to tend to. As he was the only masseur on duty today, it made the situation easier as he considered how he could play his cards right and get lucky with Kelly. As the hours carried on with no visitors, he sat around thinking about the way she spoke to him through their interaction. There was something seductive from the manner in which this woman carried herself. Once again, he considered if she had come to the Bahamas looking for some kind of erotic thrill.

"Have you been waiting on me, Anthony?"

Her voice alerted him from the distance, as Anthony was standing near one of the four massage tables across the room. Kelly had welcomed herself in, opening the door quietly and catching him by a complete surprise. Standing in the door way, she had changed her outfit from earlier. Long brunette locks of hair curled up in a high ponytail, revealing small gold hoop ear rings from her lobes. Her curvy thick body was now only contained in a one piece white robe outfit with a small skirt and sleeves running down her arms. His eyes immediately glanced down below her face, noticing the bulging cleavage of her giant tits that nearly popped out. Her feet were pushed down into a pair of white high heels with her toes visible from a hole in the front. Anthony looked back at her, smiling as he nodded.

"Yeah, you came just in time. I was starting to wonder if you'd show up at all."

Kelly giggled in her thick English accent, stepping the door and shutting it behind her. The heels clacked and clicked across the marble surface of the floor. Sitting beside the door from the left side was a white sign with printed black letters stating 'Closed'. Anthony pointed over at the sign, quietly motioning for Kelly. She glanced over, noticing the sign and then chuckling as she grabbed hold of it.

"Looks like you wanna close shop for the day. Don't want anyone to disturb us, huh?"

"Nope, I don't wanna touch anyone else after you today."

Once again, Kelly laughed at him. She turned around and opened the door, hanging the sign on the outside knob before shutting it again.

"You sure no one will try to come in, like any janitors on duty?"

Anthony shook his head at her.

"No. That's my job after I close this place up."

"Nice, so we're indeed all alone together."

Her teeth flashed in a smile as she began to walk over to him, heels clicking and clacking loudly on the floor below. Once again, Anthony couldn't help but think how strange it was that she flirted with him so heavily. He thought that it would be up to him to seduce this woman but so far, she had seemed to have her own plan. Moving in front of him, Kelly gazed back into his eyes as she moved her feet out of her heels. Still starring back at his face, she moved her hands to the folds of her robe-like outfit and began to peel it from her body. As the white silky outfit dropped to the floor, Anthony stood there and gazed at her naked voluptuous form on full display. Kelly placed her hands onto her hips, modelling in front of him as she watched the expression change on his face.

This wasn't something he expected at all upon her arrival. There was a small door leading to a bathroom and changing room off to the right side, but Kelly didn't need it at all. The thought of her coming up to this floor wearing nothing but a sheer robe was one thing, but Anthony didn't hesitate her to silently strip from it while standing in front of him. His eyes trailed upward, noticing her pussy on full display, clean shaved and with a fresh layer of wetness around her pink folds. Her massive all natural breasts were on full display, nipples appearing to be erect on sight. Not uttering any words still, Kelly curved her pink lips into a smug grin. She knew very well what she was doing to this younger man now as she turned around, showing her backside to him.