Perverted Quadruplets (Jelsa)

Tourist Guides - By melantha123

This is gonna be… uhh.. Smut/Lemon/S.E.X. It’s a short story

***= the part where it gets intense and more into actual act. *blush*

You can read safely to *** (you’ll see those and then you can stop if ya want xDD).

Ps. @Sparda-XIII needs to read the whole thing… YOU FREAKING PROMISED IF I WOULD DARE TO WRITE ONE! O_O

Enjoy?

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POV Jack

Just few hours ago my plane landed on the Philippines. Really nice country but freaking hot to a guy who is used to have four season around him. Here the seasons are: hot, hot, extremely hot and wet. Don’t know the precise order but I would say that it’s either hot or extremely hot.

It’s gonna be fun they said, it’ll give you new kind of eyes to see the world around you they said. Yup, I accepted a job for this summer, to be a tourist guide at Philippines. I have no idea what I’m doing but I guess that going out of your comfort zone will make you stronger. Right? I mean I have tons of experience as being a guide at Burgess in winter when tourists arrive to icy slopes. This can’t be much different from that? Well, there’s no snow and I can see the ocean but you can snow board, I mean surf on the waves.

Taxi is taking me at my hotel where I’m going to be the pet for tourists, helping them to deal with locals and so on. Be a support for my lost countrymen. Well, I’m probably more lost than they are but using a bit of charm always helps.

I was pretty tired after my long flight and I just wanted to get some rest. Then things got interesting, I heard a pissed voice shouting at the reception. Well, I don’t know what she was so upset about but when I finally got to reception desk I saw her. Her crystal blue eyes were really pissed and she shouted annoyed.

“Du må være fleiper!” She exclaimed and I saw her hand squeezing into a fist. I chuckled a bit and I put my back bag down to floor.

“What’s that language?” I asked as I leaned to desk. She turns around and looks at me. Her hair is on a loose French braid with some platinum blonde hair of hers sticking out, her blue eyes are sparkling and I forgot myself to stare at her for a moment. She had a pale skin and round cheeks on her heart shaped face, her lips were full and --.

“It’s Norwegian. It means that you’ve got to be joking,” she snapped and woke me up from my daze.

I ran my hand through my hair and I smile to her. “Sorry for being rude. You’re having a problem?” I flashed a smile to her and she turns back at the man behind the desk.

“Yes I’m having a problem. I’m supposed to be a tourist guide here and I specifically asked for my own room but I need to share it,” she groaned.

“Yeah, I know. Didn’t you read the booklet when you took the job?” I asked as I took the info from my pocket. I show it to her and her cheeks turn red.

“It says that you’re supposed to share the room with other tourist guide,” I smiled and she cleared her throat.

“Umm, I’m really sorry about being so rude,” she smiled to the receptionist who accepted her apology. The lady gave her, the keys of her and then it was my turn.

I see how the platinum blonde haired girl goes to gather her luggage.

“Here you go,” I smiled as I handed the lady my passport. She started to go through some envelopes and took out one.