Brian’s POV

We had just landed in Bali and were heading for the luggage. For the past week Megan was being a bitch about everything and Zee had called me too many times to remember the count, begging for a job around the studio, ‘cause he couldn’t take his daughter anymore. He claimed that was the dumbest thing she’d done throughout her entire life and not even jumping off a roof to land in a pool, breaking her leg would top it. I could only laugh it off. I was glad he called me instead of that Travis guy. Even tho I had to put of with her tantrums and calling me a dick and saying that she hated me every single day, I was just glad I could spend some more time with her.

And those tits. Man, I have to say I should’ve never even bothered talking her out of the surgery. I could only try and talk my dick out of rising every time she turned to talk to me. See, since the operation, she was wearing almost too revealing clothes, like that black deep cut v-neck right now. The fabric hugged her curves perfectly, leaving me with the bluest ball syndrome known to man. Oh and she’s stretching now. Perfect... Note the sarcasm. I fixed her bag that I was carrying over my crotch, so I wouldn’t poke some innocent child’s eye out with my raging boner.

She said she still felt sore, so I shouldn’t worry about her popping pills every now and then. Yeah, but I got worried, ‘cause those were some serious drugs she was taking.

The bruises around her eyes had completely faded by now and I could admit she was completely breathtaking. And i wasn’t the only one thinking the same darn thing. Every guy we passed did a double check as if they’ve never seen a woman before.

„Haner what the hell is taking you so long?” She frowned, pushing past a couple, realizing I’m falling behind. She took a sip from the water bottle she got from the plane.

„You should go easy on those,” I said, noticing the orange pill bottle she was holding.

„I have a very low pain tolerance,” She shrugged, bending over to get herself extremely close to my boner in order to place the bottle in her bag. Oh the pain... Maybe I should snatch a couple of those wonderful pills? I tried to tear my eyes away from her cleavage, but to no avail. She’s really trying to kill me...

„I have a very hard time believing it, knowing you’re tattooed from head to toe,” I thanked god she decided I was her caddy guy and didn’t take the bag from me.

„That’s different. I was drunk through most of my artwork,” She looked around, before ran somewhere and just moments later returned with our suitcases. I could only blink, confused. Okay, that was amazing, how did she do that?

„Give me those,” I said, snatching the suitcases from her hands.

„At least give me my bag back, I don’t wanna people thinking I’m enslaving you...” She frowned, gesturing for her bag.

„Better go catch us a cab, Superwoman.” And leave the bag with my boner and his undying love for your boobs. Shit, I’m not making this any easier for myself, am I?

„Okay, whatever,” She shrugged, before making her way through the sea of people as I struggled with the bags to get out of the airport. What the hell had I put in mine? It weighed a ton! Why was hers so light and weightless?

As I walked through the glass door and sniffed some fresh air, I pulled in her bag to get out her smokes since mine were shoved somewhere deep in my suitcase. When I was ready to light up my cigarette, I heard her shout my name, „Brian! What the hell are you doing?” I raised my head, searching for her, just to find her, holding the door open of a fucking cab. How the hell does she do it? Was it those tits to blame? Should I get a boob job too? Maybe would ease my life a bit... „Come on, you’ll poison yourself later!”

Before I knew it, she had ran up to me and was taking her bag and the suitcase from me. She didn’t even give me the time to regain and tell her not to. I sighed, following her and giving my suitcase to the driver, before getting in the taxi with her.

While Meg spoke to the taxi driver, I pulled my phone out to text Zack that we had landed. He was being such a bitch about our trip and had almost whined his way into taking him along. So maybe that’s why my suitcase was so heavy. Fucking Zacky Vengeance was hiding there.

I was still holding the cigarette and the lighter in my hand, craving a smoke so fucking bad, before I received a text from him.

Send me the fucking pics! And I want to see Meg’s boobs too. –Vengeance

Little did I know, Meg was also reading the text, resulting in her grabbing the phone, lifting up her shirt and taking a selfie. Whoa. I noticed the slimy pig of a driver watching her from the rear-view mirror. „Eyes on the road, pal,” I hissed and she gave me the phone back. She had already sent the pic to Zack.

And I had to say he was fucking quick with the texts today, usually it takes him a fucking hour to respond, but now? Goddamn thirty seconds? Her boobs were truly magical. I opened the message.

O_O!!!! My girl is soooo getting a boob job! –Vengeance

I decided not to reply and look at Meg, who was smirking hugely.

„So now you’re gonna show your boobs to the fucking world?” I questioned, my eyes slipping lower and lower... and lower until they hit those magical curves. Fuck!

„Yup! I even instagramed that shit and guess what, that pic has 90 thousand likes,”

„Was it with me sleeping next to you with a widely open mouth?”

„Yup,” she popped the ‘p’. „But there were just a couple of comments about it.”

„You’re killing me, Meg...” I sighed.

„You’re repeating it for the past week, but hey, you’re still alive and breathing,” And don’t forget with blue balls.

The cab suddenly stopped and I realized we’re already at the resort. Bali really was as small as people claimed. I had been here before, but my adventures started with me drunkenly swaying out of the plane and ended with me having the hangover of a lifetime, so this was the first I really saw the true colors of the place.

I paid for the ride and got out of the cab, taking the suitcases from the trunk and finally, fucking finally lighting up my cigarette.

„So what are we gonna do first?” She questioned, shoving her hands in the pockets of her jeans as she looked around. I inhaled the nicotine filled smoke, before blowing out, feeling the relaxing poison in my body. „How about we go to the beach?”

„How about we check in first?”

„I meant after that,”

„After that we can do whatever the fuck you like,” I replied, taking a couple of deep drags, before dropping the cigarette butt to the ground and stomping it with my sneaker.

For the next hour we got through all the formalities of us staying here and walked to one of those beach houses and settled in. It felt like heaven here. The bluest water, the whitest sand and the most beautiful girl to share the moment with.

„Fuck!” She shouted from the bedroom as I inspected one of the booklet they had handed us at the reception of the main building.

„What?” I questioned not raising my eyes from the offers of this resort. They had jet skiing? Impressive.

„You have to be fucking kidding me!” She yelled. I dropped the booklet over the couch and headed for the bedroom to see what the hell she’s yelling about.

I walked in to the view of Meg putting on her bikini. My heart skipped a beat over the view. Okay, let’s greet back our friend, the fucking boner...

„Can you fucking believe how tight this thing is around my boobs?” She turned to me, her hands on hips and a frown over her face. „I said that fucking chick to give me something that will fucking fit not only my ass, but these too...” She said emphasizing her words with a gesture to her breasts. I swallowed loudly.

„Uh-ha...” That was the best I could come up with, knowing I was thinking of those dirty and nasty things I’d do to her if only we weren’t ‘friends’. I could take her right here, pin her against the fucking wall and rip those bikini bottoms off her little ass, smashing my dick hard in her tight little hole. Fuck, no, get your head back in the fucking game, Haner! „Look,” I took a deep breath, before running my fingers through my messy hair, „It looks great...”

„It looks great?” She repeated, „Haner, if I’ll bend over, my boobs will fall out...” Oh baby, that’s what I’m praying for.

„Then don’t bend over,” please, please, please bend over... I couldn’t keep my eyes away from those perfectly round boobs. The little black bikini top was squeezing them so tightly I really believed the bracelet that was holding them together will pop in my face.

„Argh, fuck this! I’ll just go with the old one...” Before I knew it, the bikini top hit my face and fell down by my feet. I really needed that, it was like a slap in the face for me to wake up from my dirty fantasies. But what I didn’t need was seeing her bare back and her side boob.

„I’m gonna take a shower,” I mumbled, rushing for the bathroom and slamming the door behind myself.

„We’re going to the fucking beach! Why would you need a shower?” I leaned against the door, taking a couple of deep breaths.

„Just... Just give me a fucking moment, okay?” I shouted and turned on the water. It was too fucking painful to even walk right now. We should’ve gone to fucking Syberia. Why did I think seeing her in a fucking bikini would be a good thing for my sanity? Maybe ‘cause I thought she was gonna wear a fucking grandma’s bathing suit, knowing she didn’t particularely like the beach?

I quickly stripped off my clothes, before I got under the ice cold water, „Motherfu—„ I roared the water hitting me like needles. Oh great, pal, you’re still with me? My eyes fixed on my dick and I swear, he was almost as stubborn as Meg on her bitchy days.

I had no other choice, than to take the easy way out. My hand started pumping the disaster between my legs, my mind still imagining the multiple ways of me throwing Meg around the bed sheets... Nah, fuck the bed sheets, if I can fantasise, then in my fantasies I’m taking her backstage, when she has her little brakes in between the shows. Sliding up her little dress... Yeah...

My hand shot up to the glass wall as I felt relief wash over me.

By the time I got out of the shower, my lips were blue and I was almost an ice cube. With a towel around my hips, I opened the door and Meg was nowhere to be found. What the hell? Where the fuck was she?

I walked into the living room. Empty... Okay? I went out on the sort of a patio, to see her pulling herself out of the ocean and on to the wooden surface. Her hair was slicked back with the water, now she was wearing a black and red bikini and her body was all wet.

Have you seen those Megan Fox photos from the GQ photoshoot? I at least think it was a GQ, not sure tho, but whatever... What I wanted to say – if I had to choose between that Megan and this one? Megan Hills all the fucking way.

I mean... fuuuck! Those tattooes on that body, her perfect little behind. I could feel my dick twinge under the towel.

Fuck. I turned around to walk back to the shower.

By the end of this fucking trip, I’ll fucking cast for Elsa in Frozen.

Notes

So how you liked it? Two updates, I'm on the fucking roll and obviously bored as fuck without nothing to do at work.