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at Stacy while she rubbed her ass. “Need any help?” he joked.
    Linda and Stacy looked at each other. “ Yes !”
    As they stood watching the clerk bending over and loading the cart, Stacy whispered “Hmm, he’s got a cute butt.”
    Then Steve blocked their line of sight. He had dragged his bag around the car and pushed the bellboy aside. Probably making sure he wasn’t upstaged by some kid, but ending up fumbling with the bags while trying to be manly.
    Rolling their eyes, they both shared the same thought, what a loser .
    “You two get the stuff out of the car, I’ll get the keys,” Stacy yelled while Linda stood outside, taking in the scenery and breathing in the smog. She looked over to the hotel entrance and saw Stacy straightening her pants and adjusting her cleavage.
    Steve and Linda walked in through the lobby doorway to see Stacy leaning over the counter, smiling and chatting to the clerk. Linda walked over to help get things straightened out and get to her room.
    “Everything’s taken care of,” Stacy said as she handed Linda and Steve their keys and the three of them walked toward the elevator. Stacy glanced back and winked at the cute young clerk who blushed and seemed very happy.
    Keys in hand they headed for the sixth floor. Stacy’s room was first off the elevator, and Linda’s right next door.
    Steve read his room key. “804? Hey, what’s the deal?” he shouted, “I’m supposed to be here between you two ladies.”
    Stacy winked at Linda. “Well the hotel is booked. You’ll have to take that room. Where is it?”
    Steve showed her, “It’s two floors up”. He slumped down the hall toward the elevator. “Damn hotel messed up my plans”, he mumbled.
    “I guess ten bucks and a flash of my tits goes a long way.” Stacy smiled.
    “You’re terrible,” Linda joked, pinching Stacy on the arm.
    “Ouch, well, it was worth it. The king asshole isn’t here with us and that clerk was cute .”
    Linda grinned at Stacy and opened the door to her room. “I’m gonna go hop in the pool, want to meet me there?”
    “Sure give me about twenty minutes.”
    - - -
    Linda got ready quickly and looked out her window to the pool. Stacy wasn’t in the there yet. Walking by the full-length mirror on the closet door, she pushed her breasts up and tugged her suit out of her butt. Damn thing always rides up my ass .
    Impatient to hit the pool, she decided to grab her towel and go into the hallway and wait. A few minutes passed and she decided to just go wait for her there. She tapped on Stacy’s door and noticed it slightly open so she walked in. “Hey Stacy? You… oh my God! ”
    First staring in shock, then squinting in horror, Linda got a full eyeful of her boss’ ass as he tried to pull his swimsuit up. He turned when she walked in, giving her a view of his cock. Well…his penis. A cock is at least average in length and width. He didn’t have a cock.
    “What the fuck are you doing?” Steve yelled, trying to hide himself.
    Upset, she asked, “Why are you changing here? Last thing I remember was you heading upstairs …What the hell are you doing here naked?”
    “I called down and Stacy said you were going swimming and my small bag got mixed up with her luggage. She just left. I was going to join you two swimming. Shit, I’ll just meet you girls later for dinner.”
    Steve grabbed at his clothes on the floor, trying to pick them up.
    I heard shrinkage happened after you got in the water , she thought, not daring to say it aloud. A nauseating churn oozed through Linda’s body after seeing Steve turn back around, bending over to pick up his clothes. He looked like a baboon with the hairy ass and his balls peeking out between his legs.
    Euuuuuuwwwwwwww …Linda scurried down the hall to the elevator.
    Linda waited for the elevator on her floor and rested against the wall in her cover-up. It was a very hot day and she needed a relaxing dip in the pool. Swimming helped ease away the tension and

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