ᴀ sᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ's ᴅᴀʏ - Nick Miller

ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɪɪ

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(Warning: this chapter contains mature, sexual themes. Read at your own discretion.)

"Nick's dad took us on a business trip to New York, right?" Winston continued. "And he said that we could do whatever we wanted. And we did." Nick chuckled. 

Nick and Winston sat together on the hotel bed, enjoying the television. Currently, Jack and Rose were making out in the middle of Titanic, and it was as close to porn as they could get. Nick's dad walked in the room, scowling at the two as they messed around.

"I didn't bring you two dummies all the way to New York so you could park your cans on the couch, watch TV and flick each other's Bics." He scolded.

"Hey, dad, last night somebody broke in and ordered a pornographic movie, so there's a mistake on the bill." Nick stated, Winston snickering beside him.

"Yeah, okay. You can tell that to the marines. Meanwhile, I have a little surprise for you boys. Ladies?" Two scantily-clad women waltzed into the room, smiling at the two teenage boys. Nick's dad wrapped his arms around their shoulders. Winston grinned as he fixed his hair, while Nick leaned back in fear.

"Wait, what? You lost your virginity to prostitutes?" Jess asked, horrified. Cassy frowned and turned to Nick, who just shook his head with a smirk.

"No, they were just businesswomen. Who could dance sexy." Winston replied, shrugging. Cassy smiled at him pitifully.

"Winston, 100% they were prostitutes." Nick stated.

"Dude, no." Winston continued.

"Ladies, ladies, ladies." Winston grinned. "We work in the finance markets."

"I'm Mysteria, and this is Octopussy." The blonde one said, smiling at Winston.

"Your name's Octopussy?" Nick asked, lisping through his braces.

"Absolutely." She replied with a dark smile.

"Thank you guys for coming. We're very wealthy." Nick said, trying to smile but coming out more as a grimace.

Once they were inside and were settled, they turned on some music. Mysteria and Winston began to dance, while Nick and Octopussy lounged on the couch.

"You should drink something. Why are you sweating so much?" She asked, frowning at Nick as she handed him the bottle.

"Thank you for the offer, Ms. Octopussy, but I don't drink. I prefer to be drunk on life." He replied.

"You hold that for me?" She asked, handing it to him. He nodded as she slung off her coat, shaking her breasts in his face. She adjusted her shirt and bra so they were on display as she liked, Nick's gaze caught.

"Perhaps I'll try some." He changed his mind, taking off the cap and downing a good amount of tequila. He pulled away, running his tongue along his mouth to savour the taste. "Very interesting."