Three glasses.

With a full-on smirk, Vinny leaned over the bar counter and picked up two extra glasses from the service rack. Bernice counted up the number of champagne flutes and looked puzzled.

“One for you,” Vinny said passing the first glass to the redheaded woman. She took it still not knowing where Vinny was going. “One for me.” He held up the second one and then signalling the one remaining glass. “And one for your friend Gillian.”

“Vinny, I…” Bernice started to interject.

“Let’s not kid ourselves here. We both know you’re dying to fuck me this weekend.”

Bernice closed her mouth with a quick snap. It was true. The red blush that flashed across Bernice's freckled face gave her away just as much as the obvious signals she’d been giving Vinny all night.

“And believe me, I am more than down to have myself a piece of you but let’s make this interesting. You help me get Gillian into bed with us and I promise you will be more than satisfied.”

Bernice’s mind ran with the possibilities. She very dearly wanted Vinny and she had no real objections to fooling around with Gillian.

“I don’t know. Gillian’s bit of an innocent one.”

Vinny stepped in close to Bernice taking her by the hip with one hand and kissing her. She melted instantly against the Italian boxer.

“It’s the innocent ones you have to watch out for the most.”

Bernice nodded her head gently as she bit her lips recalling the feel of Vinny’s lips against hers. A fire was blazing inside her at just that contact.

“So, you’ll do it?” Vinny asked.

“Ok. Sure,” Bernice agreed, quickly coming to terms with what she was about to do.

Vinny had Bernice hold the glasses as he carried the ice bucket and champagne from the lounge bar. In the elevator, Bernice couldn’t keep her hands to herself any longer as she grabbed at Vinny's lean muscular body, pressed herself to him and kissed him. Bernice could feel the wetness forming between her legs and was becoming decidedly drenched at the thought of being with Vinny and another woman.

“I’ve never had a threesome before,” Bernice admitted in the lift as she rubbed her pelvis against Vinny’s bulging pants.

“They’re great. Twice as many lips, mouth, hands and pussies to go round.”

Stepping out into the hallway on Vinny and Gillian’s floor, the two of them made their way past Vinny’s hotel room until they came to Gillian’s own two doors down on the opposite side.

“Go get her tiger,” Vinny said to Bernice with a wink.

Bernice swallowed once and then knocked on the door soundly.

“Oh. Just a minute, sorry,” came Gillian’s light lilting voice from inside.

The door opened and there stood Gillian in a flesh-coloured satin nightie and shorts set. She had a phone pressed to her ear and was in the middle of a call. She smiled sweetly when she saw Bernice and Vinny standing together but held up her finger for a moment of peace as she continued with the call and brought them inside her room.

“Sorry sweetie. It’s Bernice at the door. Do you mind if I go and speak to you tomorrow? Ok. I love you too. Goodbye.”

Gillian hung up the call and put her mobile down by the side of the bed before she came back and hugged Bernice and Vinny in turn. Vinny couldn’t help but marvel at the gorgeous petite body the blondie possessed. Vinny had to make sure he kept his hips back as they hugged or risk Gillian discovering the hard-on Bernice had started in the elevator too soon.

“Look who I found,” Bernice said trying to give a reason for the two of them to be calling on Gillian together.

“And look what I found,” he said holding up the bottle of champagne. “I just needed some people to drink it with.”

“Aaaw Vinny! I love bubbly. It makes me go so silly though,” Gillian said cheerfully.

“Well, Bernice is here to look after you so you can get as silly as you like,” Vinny quipped which made Gillian titter in response.

“Let’s pour this,” Bernice said as she passed Gillian a glass.

Vinny uncorked the bottle with a pop that made the little blonde yip and jump for a second. Vinny hoped she’d be doing some more of that in a little while. He poured each of them a drink in turn before they settled in to chat. There was only one chair in Gillian's room so Vinny took that as the two girls sat on the bed facing him. Gillian folded her legs cross-legged while Bernice tucked her legs to the side away from her friend.

The first round of champagne was drunk and Vinny made sure to fill up Gillian’s glass with the majority of what was left. Gillian pinched her nose and giggled as she took a swig of her second glass. Vinny had to nod his head towards Gillian reminding Bernice of why they’d come here. She looked nervous at what she had to do but reacted accordingly.

“Gill, you must be keeping your room so cold. I can practically see your nipples through your nightie,” Bernice said as she reached over and cupped her friend's breasts through her thin satin top.

“Bernice!” Gillian gaped in amused horror. “Vinny is in the room.”

“Oh, I’m sure he doesn’t care in the slightest. Here I’ll get mine out and show him.”

Bernice did as she said, pulling the straps down off her shoulders of the long floral green dress she’d worn that evening. She had a plain white lace bra on underneath that she unhooked and let drop to the floor at the end of the bed. Bernice enjoyed a magnificent full set of tits that Vinny found incredible. He couldn’t help himself but he had to adjust the sudden throbbing in his pants at the sight of them.

“Put them away! Put them away,” Gillian scolded trying to cover Bernice’s large rounded breasts with her hands from Vinny’s sight.

“See I told you he wouldn’t mind,” Bernice repeated her earlier statement.