Daphne and her Jealousy

We entered the hotel so entwined that Neil could barely walk. I had him tightly gripped by the arm while my lips and tongue attacked his flushed cheeks.

"Mmm...ahhh...ahhh... just a little more, sweetheart."

"Mmm...mmm...yes, yes... calm down...stay still...ohhhhh... not yet."

It took us forever to reach the reception desk. Two women, one brunette and one blonde, were attending to us. Both had mouths so wide open they could fit a bunch of canaries in and out. They stared at us, quite frozen, as if we were from another world. It took them ten minutes to realize they had to attend to us.

"Uh...uhh....what can I do for you?" the blonde said, forcing friendliness over her dismay.

I didn't answer. My tongue was too busy savoring Neil's mouth, my eyes glued to the receptionist.

“Mmm…mmm”

“Ooh… Dap…Daphne”

Blushing, the brunette lowered her gaze for a moment as her hands suspiciously began to slide down under the counter. Meanwhile, the blonde's eyes remained fixed on the nerd. At that moment, I understood: what had really gotten under their skin was the guy next to me, not me.

The poor things were practically undressing my Neil with their eyes, but he had all his attention on me. The receptionists were probably seething with jealousy for not being in my place.

“Mm…uh…excuse me…What…what can I do for you?” This time it was the brunette who asked, her voice cracking.

I stepped away for a moment, looked at them ironically, raising an eyebrow to let them know how obvious their question was. The brunette backed away, embarrassed, feeling like someone who shouldn't be there, while the blonde remained still, though her body trembled.

"A double room with food, drinks, and condoms," I said arrogantly.

"Oh...so...room #56 will be useful to you...but for how long....."

"All night!"

They both let out funny moans at the last word. As for me, I wasn't in the mood to keep talking to this pair of whores who only wanted to steal my man. I took out enough money for the two of them to complete a new wardrobe, prompting the brunette to abruptly approach the counter.

The blonde, with a renewed smile, started walking behind her companion.

“Well, I’ll take you to your room myself… then you could…”

“Miranda… I’d better not guide you… you… you did it last time.” The brunette grabbed her companion’s arm.

“Since when do we take turns, Brenda? Besides, I volunteered first.”

Their argument escalated into an absurd fight; they looked like two little girls fighting over a doll. I wasn’t interested in that; the only thing I cared about was being penetrated by Neil countless times.

“Damn it, stop fighting already…..”

“Well… I’d like… I’d like it to be Brenda.”

The nerd’s weak words silenced the place. For a few seconds, we all stared at him in disbelief. Neil’s trembling finger pointed at the brunette as if he were pointing at a bomb.

The first to regain her composure was Brenda herself. She shot from behind the counter toward the elevator. Before I knew it, the brunette was calling them inside.

“Come on, come on, I’d be happy to guide you.”

Neil excitedly went in first, with me following behind. For a moment, I watched the blonde, who was clenching her fists. She was probably upset about not being chosen, although she didn’t protest my boy’s decision.

When the elevator doors closed, I understood better why he chose Brenda. She had a very curvy body with breasts almost as big as mine, and much bigger. A deep anger welled up inside me. I knew nothing about her, but knowing that Neil was attracted to her was enough to make my heart want to abort her.

My hatred for her grew even more when I realized how the brunette looked at my boyfriend. It wasn’t just a simple glance, nothing like that. Hunger, lust, and a voracious desire reigned in her eyes.

If I let my guard down, she’ll take him from me!

I quickly hugged Neil, burying his face in my breasts. I wanted to press his small body against mine as much as possible, to leave my scent on him. Then, without giving him a chance to escape, I grabbed his face and kissed him, slipping my tongue inside.

“Mmm…yes…”

“…mmm…ooh”

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her: lips pressed tightly together as if trying to stifle a sound, fists clenched in fury, and a look of frustration. Brenda’s jealousy was as clear as a neon sign; if Neil hadn’t had his back to me, I would have seen it easily.

When I pulled away, Neil exhaled euphorically, his face a smile as distant as it was beaming.

“Oh, heavens…Daphne, I love you.”

“And I love you, my Neil,” I said, casting a triumphant glance at the dejected brunette, who let out a groan of resignation.

I had done it. I showed that bitch who owned the nerd’s heart. And I wasn’t going to let her or anyone else take it from me.

Once the elevator stopped, Brenda shuffled out, with us right behind her.

"This way," she said in a muffled voice.

We walked down the hall to room number 56. Brenda took out her key, unlocked the door, and made a **** gesture with her arm.

"Here it is...uh...I took the keys."

I snatched them dismissively without looking at her or saying a word; she didn't deserve that. I simply led Neil firmly inside and slammed the door in Brenda's face.

"Yes, finally alone!"