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She blushed, gave a cute chuckle then gulped down the last bit of her fruity cocktail. "Done." She looked at Manny with a mischievous smile then kissed me, hard. Her full lips pressed against mine and her tongue slid into my mouth. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her in tight, crushing her large breasts against my chest. I could feel her nipples poking through the two thin layers of clothing.

"Don't stay out too late," Mandy said. I kissed her again before I watched her take Manny's arm and walk off.

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"So..." I said as we approached my room. Our room. Scott's and my room. "Thanks for walking me home."

"It's no problem at all," Manny said with a smile.

"I feel like I should invite you in for being so gracious."

"That's alright," Manny responded, that accent just butchering the second word. "You don't have to."

"No, I insist. Come inside for a drink at least. Scott has some beers in the fridge."

Shit! Should I not have brought up Scott?

"OK" Manny said in sarcastic ****. "I guess I could have one more. I bet Scott has good taste in beer."

"He does," I said as I opened the door. We both stepped inside. A silence lingered in the air as Manny waited for me to say something.

"So, do you really hate dancing or was that just an excuse to get Scott dancing with Dora?" Once again there was silence only this time the silence included excitement as Manny smirked then grabbed my hand and pulled me in close. Immediately his feet started moving. His hips followed along, his shoulders getting into the groove as well. I wasn't even moving any muscles but I was somehow floating around the hotel room, twirling and shimmying along.

"Oooh!" I cooed as Manny twirled me. Scott was a very good dancer - he was usually a hit with my girlfriends at weddings - but this was an entirely different experience.

Manny brought a whole new level. He pulled me in tight, then whipped me outward, then pulled me back in, pivoted once, twice, then dipped me. I yelped as I felt myself freefalling for a moment, only to be caught by Manny's hand steadying my lower back before he pulled me back up, face to face with his goateed chin.

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"So..." Dora said. Her eyes traveled up and down my body. She was oozing seduction. I could almost see heat visibly radiating from her eyelashes. Her gaze was so seductively mesmerizing it was enough to keep my attention from dropping to her cleavage and just staring directly at her perfect breasts, mashed up in that tiny dress.

"So," I answered back.

"I've been meaning to tell you, there's someone around the resort peaking into people's windows. Manny and I saw him looking in our window two nights ago."

"No way," I said. "That's good to know. Guy is probably a real pervert."

"A deviant," Dora added. She smiled.

"I hope he didn't see anything," I played along. "I mean, you must have been asleep since it was so late."

"How do you know how late it was? I didn't tell you."

"Oh shit," I said, raising my hands. "You caught me."

"Well now I know who I need to be careful around." She finished her drink then looked me up and down once more. "I think I'm going to call it a night."

"I should walk you home," I said before swallowing the last mouthful of my beer.

"You? The deviant? Walk me home? Who knows what could happen?"

"There's only one way to find out."

The walk back to our rooms was less than a minute but it felt like an hour. Do I say anything? What do I say? I shouldn't say anything. But then she'll think I'm nervous. But if I talk and say something stupid, I could fuck the whole thing up. What thing? Am I really going back to her room? Was Mandy in our room with Manny? Or did he just drop her off? I can't be misreading this whole situation right?

"Well, here I am," Dora said as we approached her door.

"Yea, that's right. I'm right here," I said, pointing to my door.

"Well, would you like to come inside?"

"You'd let the deviant into your house?" I asked sarcastically.

"Well, you did such a great job of walking me back to my room. It's only fair to let you come in and... rest your feet."

"My deviant plan seems to be working perfectly."

Dora smiled and opened the door to her room. It was identical to ours, just mirrored. The bathroom and kitchenette was on the right, the small sofa on the left.

"I'm going to use the restroom," Dora said, kicking her heels off her feet. "Make yourself comfortable."

I kicked my shoes off and sat down on the couch.

"No, no," Dora said. "That won't do. That couch is not comfortable. You can relax on the bed, I don't mind."

I laid down on the bed, propped up by two pillows behind my back. I peeled off my socks then untucked my shirt then I heard the bathroom door unlock. I turned to see it open up and Dora emerge.

My jaw nearly it the floor.