Kiss & Tell | Nicolandria FF

Part 7 - Nic

Every time Nic thought he could be strong, very fucking strong, this island found a way to make him weak, very fucking weak.

Who thought it was a good idea to bring THE Megan Thee Stallion? Who thought it was a good idea to have the girls wear her swim line? Who thought it was a good idea to have them walking arm in arm with her, nothing but smooth skin, long legs, and perfect bodies for the boys to behold?

What did he do in a past life? He must've solved world hunger, or found the cure for cancer, or led a righteous revolution.

Something—because here he was in this current life, being bless by the sight of Megan Thee Stallion and Olandria arm in arm.

He must've lived a great life at some point.

They walked over to the challenge, girls together, boys together. Jeremiah was rubbing his hands together menacingly, staring at the booty in front of him, and Nic couldn't help but laugh. Now that Jeremiah wasn't coupled up with Huda, his personality was beginning to peek a bit more.

"Chelly," Ace called as they walked over. Both Cierra and Chelly turned around and waved at the boys. It's felt like he was watching a model campaigns, with the wind in their hair, body's glowing, smiles big.

Ace smacked Nic's back. "Man, we some lucky mothafuckas," he said mischievously, and Nic couldn't help but agree.

Until he found out that he was going to have to twerk off with one of the girls. The ache in his thighs from the workout had finally kicked in, and he was limping with each step. A twerk battle? With the beautiful bodacious women in front of him?

The men were bound to lose.

He hoped and prayed he wouldn't be chosen. To have to compete with Cierra, whose hips didn't lie? That didn't even seem remotely fair.

But then he watched, with suspicious eyes, as production gave Megan a list of pairings to battle. "Huda and Ace!"

Nic's eyebrows jumped. So, they weren't competing by couples?

His eyes tracked over to Olandria instinctually. She sat there pretty in her black bathing suit, cheering Huda on—who for some reason was exceptionally proficient at twerking (although if Nic had all that ass, he'd learn as many tricks as he could).

What was he thinking—competing with Olandria? His head was the size of one buttcheek, he couldn't win. He'd also get a front row show to Olandria shaking her ass. And that wasn't okay. It should be Taylor who gets to see such a wondrous thing—not him.

Austin did an incredible job of being the worst twerker ever and somehow winning, and Nic was just finally getting hopeful, when Megan announced, "Nic and Olandria!"

He shot a glare at the production team behind the cameras. They motioned for him to go up to the stage.

Olandria model walked to the stage and immediately made eye contact with Nic. He was still wobbling, shifting his weight from one leg to another. She raised an eyebrow, and glanced down at his legs. He glared—he couldn't show any weakness.

That only made her giggle.

And then it was Olandria's turn.

Nic really should've been respectful. That was Taylor's girl, his fucking friend.

She bit her lip as she strutted slowly closer, lifting her hair and throwing it over her shoulders. His caveman brain began to buffer; and like she could tell the exact moment he couldn't think anymore, she began to shake her ass.

Je. Sus. Christ.

Was he supposed to just stand there, hypnotized? He wanted to be over there, catching it, showing her that he could absolutely handle all of that motion. Her ass moved like it had a mind of its own, like it was talking to Nic saying, 'I bet you wish you could touch it.' And he really did.