Sluts for the Summer

Avery Sam

by Avery Sam

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Sluts for the Summer

by Avery Sam

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Table of Contents

European Style

Dream Team

Charetismos

Funny Business

Destined Couple

Ciao Bella

Mouth to Mouth

Dive Bomb

The Goddess

The Muse

Wild Pig

Quite a Day

Kleisimo

Out With a Bang

European Style

When our plane finally touched down in Greece, I was more than a little crabby.

Between the initial delay for our flight, half the bathrooms going out of order thanks to some rowdy kids, and Reece’s antics with one of the flight attendants, I was just about out of patience.

Luckily, glancing out the window and drinking in the gorgeous sight of all that azure water kept me sane.

“Oh, are we here?” said Reece, a goofy grin on his face as he unfastened his seatbelt.

“Yeah, we are,” I growled.

He was the most irritating person I’d ever met, and yet sometimes, he could be so adorable. It was all just so frustrating.

But I didn’t let that faze me, not when I was about to embark on an adventure of a lifetime! After all the hassle of getting our passports and convincing Mom and Dad to let us go work at a luxury island resort, we had finally arrived.

Ahead of us lay long days of clear blue skies and meeting interesting and fabulous guests from around the world. There was a whole world out there of new sights and sounds to explore. All my research on the internet said Greek food was simply amazing, and I really couldn’t wait to try it out.

Plus, I could feel in my bones that I was bound to meet some real hotties this summer. Would it be a local Greek guy, with soulful eyes and dark, wavy hair?

Or maybe a romantic Italian stud who’d call me signorina as he fed me pasta underneath the moon? There were just so many possibilities, and I was excited to get swept off my feet, European style.

After all the shenanigans Reece and I had been through, we’d agreed that this summer would be one where we could each explore love the best way we saw fit.

I preferred to think of it as our “A Summer of Romance” agreement but Reece kept calling it our “Sluts for the Summer” pact.

Either way, we’d agreed to leave all the foolishness between us behind and concentrate on enjoying an unforgettable summer.

Reece had promised to keep his mouth shut about any guys I might meet, and I’d promised to keep my nose out of his business with the ladies even if I already knew they were going to be air-headed bimbos.

Having done my homework ahead of time, I had dressed in a cute pair of shorts and a bandeau top. Sure enough, once we’d collected our suitcases and stepped out of the airport, the weather was balmy and warm, and all of my resentment from the flight instantly evaporated.

“Nice,” said Reece with a chuckle, putting on his sunglasses.

Looking around, I saw exactly zero other people wearing flip-flops, which I’d warned him would make him stand out as a stupid American, but I kept my mouth shut. It just felt too damn good to finally be in Greece.

Checking the notes on my phone, we changed some money and then took the number 11 bus. After we got away from the airport, we were following a road that ran right along the coast.

My jaw dropped as I took in all that breathtaking beauty, but when I went to say something to Reece, I saw he was distracted by staring at a brunette in a sundress that clearly revealed she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Once again, I kept my mouth shut, and soon enough, we got to the rickety little bus stop located a short walk from the resort. The pavement was so hot it nearly burned the soles of my feet, but I hoisted my bag over my shoulder and said nothing as we hiked our way down the long driveway.

Frankly, the pictures on the internet couldn’t do justice to how beautiful the resort was. Rising above us like a gleaming white castle, it was the very epitome of luxury, the kind of place I’d never be able to afford to stay in.

I felt like a queen as the uniformed guy stationed out front gave us a little bow and then held the door open for us to enter.

“Wow, check it out, Chelsea,” said Reece, taking off his sunglasses. “The lobby’s bigger than our entire house.”

“Yeah, this place is amazing,” I said as I steered us to the front desk.

“Hello, and welcome to The Villas at Lysi,” said the clerk, a stunningly attractive young woman with entrancing green eyes and long, dark hair.

“Hi there,” I said, pleased that she spoke English. I’d been practicing my Greek, but I was pretty nervous about using it. “We’re here to see, um, a Mister Nikos?”

“I’m sorry?” said the young woman, tilting her head.

“We’re gonna be working here this summer,” said Reece, giving her a big smile. “The name’s Reece, by the way.”

“And I’m Chelsea,” I added, not wanting to be left out.

“Oh, you are summer staff?” said the young woman, a scowl briefly flitting across her face as she typed something into her computer. “Orientation for new employees was at six o’clock.”

“Well, our flight just arrived,” I said with a friendly chuckle. “But we’re here now!”

“Six o’clock in the morning? Wow,” said Reece with a low whistle. “That’s pretty early.”

“Once you get your badge, please use the staff entrance,” said the young woman, her face neutral. “The lobby is reserved exclusively for our guests.”

“Right,” I said, feeling my cheeks go warm.

The young woman picked up a phone and engaged in a short, intense phone conversation in Greek. I tried to pick out a few words, but she was talking way too fast.

“Okay, Mister Nikos will see you in his office,” said the young woman, stepping out from behind the counter. “Follow me, please.”

I was huffing and puffing as I struggled to keep up with the woman as she led us down a long hallway, stopping to knock on a door with a golden faceplate.

Someone inside said something, and then the clerk opened the door, shutting it behind us after we were inside.

Dream Team

“Welcome, welcome,” said a large man with a thick mustache, a big smile on his face as he stood up from behind a desk piled high with paperwork. “I am Nikos Paflagopolous, but please, call me Nikos.”

I rolled my suitcase over to the edge of the room and then took a seat in one of the leather chairs.

“Nice to meet you, sir,” I said, remembering to primly fold my legs together.

“Ah, you are Americans,” said Nikos as he began shuffling through some of the papers on his desk.

“Yep, the land of eating corn dogs at a baseball game,” said Reece with a chuckle, earning himself a glare from me.

“You are... Reece and Chelsea, yes?” said Nikos, reading off a paper.

“Yes, sir,” I said. “I’m Chelsea, and this here is my stepbrother Reece.”

“Excellent, excellent,” said Nikos, scanning the document. “It says here, Chelsea, you have some experience as a waitress, yes?”

“That’s right,” I said. “I mean, it’s not much, but I used to help out my mom when she worked at a diner. I feel very confident in my skills at delivering a quality customer experience.”

“Wonderful!” said Nikos, clapping his hands together. “And Mister Reece, what about you?”

“Um, no waiter experience, no,” said Reece. “But people say I have a certain charm, know what I mean? Say, this is a really nice place you got here, sir.”

“Please! Everybody calls me Nikos,” said Nikos with a big grin. “Okay, I was not sure if you two were coming, but here you are. Wonderful! I will put you two together. I will call you my American Dream Team. Nice, eh?”

I shot a glance at Reece, trying not to let my disappointment show. I didn’t come all the way to Europe just to get stuck with my stupid step brother!

I wanted to meet new and exciting guys, ones who might fancy a hot summer fling with a cute little redhead like me.

“Um, sir?” I gulped.

“Chelsea, yes, since you have the experience, you will train Mister Reece,” said Nikos. “Yes, yes, we have a lot of English-speaking customers, so all of this will be very fantastic. I am sure of it!”

“Right,” I said, my heart sinking.

“You two will start first thing in the morning,” said Nikos. “That is how you say it, yes? Wonderful! Okay, here is the key to your room. One of my staff will bring your ID badges and uniforms around later. Welcome to the Villas at Lysi, the most romantic resort in all of Greece!”

“Thank you, sir,” I said, bending forward to accept the key from him.

I’d expected a luxury resort like that to use magnetic keycards, but this was an old-fashioned metal key, surprisingly large and heavy, with the number 11 inscribed on one side.

“Maria will show you the way, yes, yes,” said Nikos, standing up to give Reece a firm handshake. For me, though, he took my hand in his big paw and then gave it a little kiss, which made me blush. “This will be a wonderful summer for all of us, I am sure of it!”

“That’s the plan,” I said, a bit taken aback by how fast my heart was beating.

When we walked out of his office, the same woman from the front desk was standing there in the hallway, waiting for us. Reece grinned at her, but her face remained expressionless as she beckoned for us to follow her.

Maria led us out of the main building and into a courtyard where there was a full-sized pool with dozens of guests standing and lounging around.

She then sped past the perimeter and led us through a series of twists and turns until we arrived at a narrow alley nearly hidden from sight.

“What is the number of your bungalow?” said Maria, ignoring Reece to address me directly.

“Um, eleven,” I said, wondering if all the other staff were going to be as hostile as her. Was it because we were Americans? I certainly hoped not.

“Ah,” said Maria, climbing a few steps up to a landing with a wooden door. “Did Mister Nikos say you were to start working today or tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow,” I said.

“Well, then stay in your bungalow, out of sight of the guests,” said Maria. “I will come by later with your uniforms and staff badges. Understood?”

“Understood,” I said.

“Wow, you can almost see the sea from here,” said Reece, standing on his tippy toes.

I peered over, but all I saw was the back of a brick wall, the white paint slightly peeling in some places.

Maria turned and left, leaving me to fumble with the key for a minute before I finally got the door open.

Stepping inside, I saw that our bungalow was scarcely more than a bedroom and a semi-detached kitchenette, clean but looking strange and antiquated. There was also a door on the far side that looked like it led to a small balcony.

“Um, I thought they said we were gonna have two beds,” I said as I rolled my suitcase over to a stop at the foot of the bed, which was covered in an olive green blanket and had two tiny pillows resting against the headrest.

“Guess not,” said Reece with a grin as he flopped onto the bed, spreading his arms and legs wide. “Wow, this mattress is surprisingly firm. I guess that’s how they like it in Europe, eh?”

“Damnit, Reece, this isn’t funny,” I said. “First, they make me train you, and now we have to share a bed?”

“Come on, what’s the problem?” said Reece, giving me a devilish grin. “It’s not like we haven’t shared a bed before.”

“Look, we made a deal,” I said, crossing my arms. “No more funny business. Promise me you’re not gonna try anything in the middle of the night.”

“Relax, Chelsea,” said Reece. “I’ll keep up my end of the pact. Anyway, who needs you when they’ve got hotties like Maria working here? Wow, she was a stunner, am I right?”

“Whatever,” I said. “I’m going to go check out the bathroom.”

Sadly, the bathroom was in even worse shape than the kitchenette, several of the tiles cracked, and the showerhead was half-covered in rust. There was also a musty smell in the air despite a little window set high up on the far wall being open.

So far, my dream job was not exactly living up to my expectations. But I consoled myself with the thought that better things were right around the corner.

Charetismos

There was a fresh breeze circulating through our room that first night, but still, I had trouble sleeping. Reece, though, was snoring loudly, making me fume once again at having gotten stuck sharing a bed with him.

Luckily though, there was plenty of hot water, so after taking a nice long shower and putting on my uniform, consisting of a pale pink polo short-sleeve shirt embroidered with the resort's name and some pleated khaki shorts, I felt a lot better.

"Wow, check it out! Perfect," said Reece, flexing his arms to show how tight-fitting his polo was.

I had to admit, the uniform looked a lot better on him than it did on me, my polo being a bit too baggy, and the pink contrasting horribly with my hair. But I had no time to think of such unpleasantries as we were scheduled to begin our first day working at The Villas.

As it turned out, though, we got an easy assignment, taking and delivering drink orders for the guests lounging around the main pool area.

Everyone spoke English, even if it was sometimes with an accent, and there were way more Americans than I would've expected. And the breeze coming in over the sea kept me from making a sweaty mess of myself.

Except for Reece wasting time by trying to flirt with every female guest under the age of 60, the first couple of hours went by all right. But then a party of Russians ordered up a bunch of drinks all at once, so many that I could barely fit them all on the tray.

"Are you sure you've got this?" I asked Reece as I helped him hoist the tray up onto his shoulder.

"No sweat," said Reece, sticking his tongue out. I wanted to punch him in the shoulder right then and there, but I restrained myself.

As it turned out, though, I probably should've hit him because on the way around the edge of the pool, he slipped, and all the drinks went tumbling into the water.

"Oh no!" cried Reece, his eyes wide for a split second. "Hang on, I'll save you!"

To my horror, Reece dove in and then pretended to "rescue" the drinks, bringing over the empty glasses and setting them on the side of the pool. I thought he was making a horse's ass of himself, but this couple from Texas found the whole thing hilarious.

"That's it, boy, you go get 'em!" said the husband, his big belly shining from all the lotion he'd spread on his skin.

"That's the spirit!" said his equally rotund wife.

With my cheeks flaming hot, I did my best to discreetly collect all the glasses onto the tray.

But Reece, being the idiot that he was, stood up and took a bow once he got out of the pool. And since a lot of guests were clapping and laughing, I bit my lip and said nothing until we were back at the bar.

"You fucking idiot!" I said, hauling back and giving him a solid whack.

"What?" said Reece, grinning like a moron. "Come on, it was funny. Just admit it."

"This is our first day on the job, genius!" I hissed at him. "If Mister Nikos finds out, we could lose our job."

"See, this is where you're wrong, sis," said Reece. "Our job is to make the guests happy. And that's what I did. If it were up to you, they'd be cursing us right now, thinking we were clumsy idiots. But now they're all smiling and laughing."

"Whatever," I said, refusing to concede an inch.

I sent Reece off to go find Maria and change into some dry clothes. While he was gone, I took the opportunity to flirt with the bartender. I could tell by his wavy hair and big nose that he was a local. Well, that plus the fact that his nametag said Andreas.

"Um, charetismos," I said, doing my best to pronounce it correctly.

"I'm sorry, what do you say?" said Andreas, batting those gorgeous long eyelashes at me.

"I was trying to say hello," I said, feeling my face grow warm. "Sorry, my Greek is not so good."

"Ah," said Andreas, his face lighting up. "Yes, yes, χαιρετισμός."

"Right, that's what I meant to say," I replied. "Sorry."

"No, no, you are doing very well," said Andreas. "Do you know any other words in my language?"

This was my big chance, so I broke out the big guns, having memorized a few choice phrases precisely for when moments like this popped up. "Yes," I said. "Um, eisai omoforfo agori."

"I am αγόρι what?" said Andreas, clearly confused. "You are saying I'm a little boy?"

"No, no," I said, feeling my whole face go red. I'd been trying to say he was handsome. "Hmm, maybe this is better. Theleis na filiseis koritsi?"

"Sorry, the music here is so loud," said Andreas, cocking his head. "Say it again."

I was already embarrassed enough having butchered the pronunciation, so I wasn't sure if I could ask him a second time if he was interested in kissing me. But just as I got up the nerve to try, Reece reappeared.

"Sygnomi," said Reece, the word rolling right off his tongue. "I aderfi mou einai... kathysterimeni."

I had no idea what he said, but Andreas grinned and laughed, the two of them having a marvelous time at my expense.

"What the fuck, Reece?" I said. "What did you just tell him?"

"Oh, I just apologized and explained that my sister is mentally challenged," said Reece.

"Idiot!" I screamed, punching him in the shoulder. "How did you even learn that?"

"It's something Maria just taught me," said Reece. "Pretty cool, huh? She also taught me another phrase, too. Thelo to terastio pouli sou. I think it means I'm doing a great job, right?"

"Yes, yes, something like that," said the bartender, laughing so hard he nearly dropped the glass he was holding.

"All right, enough of this goofing around," I said. "Let's get back to work."