Bar Refaeli's

You panicked and looked up, worried about who it was. Honestly there were no good options and seeing Bar Refaeli was definitely one of the worst.

She was another Israeli model and former SI cover girl. Even a few years later and after taking a year off from the Swimsuit Magazine she still had killer body as she stood over you in just a bikini and tank top.

Esti sucked you once more before popping up. She must have known who it was just by the voice as Esti immediately glared up at Bar with a fury that left me afraid to be stuck in between them. You had heard about some of the tabloid feud between the two Israeli’s. Bar was always painted to be more with the ‘West’ dating Hollywood actors and such while Esti was the nation’s faithful daughter.

Whatever it was, it seemed to have spawned some true bad blood between them. Odd that they worked on the same magazine.

‘What would the papers say about this, Esti? Fucking out of marriage and in public with some stranger!” she let out a mock laugh.

You tried to cover yourself up but found it hard as looking up Bar’s body keep you like a rock down there. Esti spat something in Hebrew which caused Bar to glare at her angrily; making you wish you understood the language.

“Listen, Bar—“

“I have pictures on my phone. So unless you want these to be on the front page in Tel Aviv, you’ll give me what I want” Bar directed at Esti, completely ignoring your attempt at talking. Apparently whatever feud between the two of them was real.

Esti continued to stare back at her before speaking, her voice a soft contrast to Bar’s. “What do you want?”

A victorious smile crossed her features, then she looked down at me. “Him. He clearly must mean a lot to you to risk all this.”

Something in your conscious said you should feel offended about being treated like a bargaining piece in their rivalry or whatever it was. Then you remembered that it was Bar Refaeli and Esti Ginzburg. Was being a bargaining chip between the two of them really that bad for you? So you simply laid in the sand, waiting for things to unravel.

Esti clearly didn’t like the suggestion but with her reputation not only as a model but in her country at stake she couldn’t do anything. When she merely bowed her head as a sign of defeat, Bar clapped her hands in victory.

“Come here, I have plans for you” Bar said, pulling you up to your feet.

“Doesn’t this seem a bit cruel, Bar? I mean Esti is a sweet girl” you tried to say. Also you had been almost ready to cum before you were interrupted.

“Sweet girl, huh? Then why did she leave you with that?” she asked, looking down to your erection. You tried to point out that it wasn’t intentional since she was the one who interrupted but Bar waved you off. She looked behind you to Esti who was glaring back with clenched fists. “I know what I can do…”