Naughty Beach Motel 3

By CJ Blake

Bill Jones is getting tons of work done on the old motel he inherited from his Uncle Danny. He is also getting used to the sun and sand of Delson Beach, and especially the babes. Hot MILF Sandra is always there to help, along with the cute brunette, Kelly, from the hardware store. And who could forget the newest addition, the shy, dark-haired beauty, Vanessa, the new head of housekeeping.
Bill is busy setting up the beachside bar, and he needs to find a bartender. Also, a pair of very special, very beautiful guests show up looking for a peaceful vacation. You would think Bill's motel would be perfect for that, but these two girls have a secret. Will it be safe with Bill?
Find out in the third book in the sexy and exciting Naughty Beach Motel series by CJ Blake.

• Language: English
• Publisher: CJ Blake
• Release date: May 12, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005582418

CJ Blake

Hi, I'm CJ Blake, your average mild-mannered erotica writer.

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CJ Blake

Naughty Beach Motel 3

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Copyright © 2022 by CJ Blake

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Contents

Cool Coolers

Down Goes Kelly

Kelly Time

Bartending Babe

Goddess Placement

A Talk with Vanessa

Now Serving

Girls!

Girl Talk

Garlic Breath

Sandra’s Break

Step 1: The Plan

Step 2: The Fun

Step 3: The Video

Time to Relax

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Cool Coolers

I was not doing a very exciting job.

My name is Bill Jones, and about a month again I inherited a motel from my Uncle Danny after he passed away. The good news is the motel is in beautiful Delson Beach on the turquoise blue waters of the Gulf of Mexico. The bad news is the place needs a good amount of work. So that’s what I’ve been doing ever since I quit my dreadful office job and made it down here.

Right now, I’m scraping the numbers off all the room doors. I don’t like the stickers, I’m getting Kelly Taylor, the cute brunette that owns the local hardware store, to get me some nice metal numbers, and I’m renumbering the rooms so it’s more logical to my brain.

It was a tedious job, because I was trying to gently scrape the sticker numbers off without damaging the paint. The doors of all the motel rooms were painted royal blue and the rest of the place was a nice light blue. I wanted to keep it that way, I had more than enough projects on my plate without adding painting to the list.

The door next to me popped open, and out rolled a gray cart loaded with cleaning supplies being pushed by my new Head of Housekeeping, Vanessa Bridges.

Morning, Bill, Vanessa said.

Good morning, Vanessa, I said.

Vanessa was a hard worker. She could clean a room in half the time that I could, and it would look twice as good. She could do this cool trick with the corners of the bed that made it look so neat and tidy. I was lucky I found her.

And in addition to her exceptional skills, she was very easy on the eyes. She always had her raven-black hair pulled back in a perfect ponytail, not a hair out of place. She had deep, dark brown eyes and full lips. She didn’t smile a lot, but she didn’t frown either. She was serious and got her work done, but she was friendly as well.

She pushed the cart down to the next room, and I took a quick glance at her body. From the bottom up, Vanessa wore a simple pair of sneakers, tight black yoga pants that hugged her firm ass, and a tight white t-shirt. I swear I could see the outline of a dark bra underneath. I can’t lie, I’ve had some dirty thoughts involving Vanessa, but I hadn’t tried anything with her. We were strictly professional.

Bill, Vanessa said.

I quickly looked up from her tight ass, embarrassed that I had been caught. She pointed to the parking lot where a big blue truck was parked.

That’s Kelly, I said. With my bar supplies.

Vanessa pushed the cart into the next room. I put my razor on the windowsill and headed toward the monster truck that the cute hardware store owner drove.

The door cracked open right as I walked up and Kelly actually jumped out. She had her hair down today, and it was a little wild, she had a big smile on her striking red lips, her brown eyes were full of light. She wore a simple yellow tank top that highlighted her tan skin and showed off her big tits. Her jean shorts were impossibly small, and she wore her signature hiking boots with blue laces.

Hey, Kel, I said.

Hiya, Bill. I got something for you.

I looked at the trailer behind her truck and saw a couple of big coolers. No way those are for me?

They sure are, Kelly said. I got a tip about a fish shack shuttin’ down so I ran over and got ‘em.

I looked over the coolers. They were big, stainless steel, with solid doors. They’d be perfect for my beachside bar.

I had the motel mostly up and running, but I had been working on the beachside tiki bar since I got down here, and it still wasn’t operational. Kelly and I had spent a very memorable day replacing the rotten wood out there, then a week after that I finally got a plumber out here to repair the drains and water lines. The coolers were one of the last pieces of the puzzle, that, and a bartender. Vanessa answered my ad for the housekeeper position in a matter of hours, the bartender one was still online with no interest other than scammers.

So what do you think? Kelly said. How’d I do?

You did great, I said. Think we can put them in place?

Kelly flexed her arms. I don’t know about you, but I got this.

I grinned at Kelly. "Pull the truck around, no need to lug them all the way across the parking lot.

Kelly slung the driver’s side door open and climbed in, which was fun to watch since she was wearing those tiny denim shorts. She fired up the engine and drove around back, expertly backing her trailer up to the bar so we wouldn’t have to carry them too far. I walked across the parking lot, the morning sun in the clear blue sky beating down on me, another beautiful day in Delson Beach.

Kelly put the truck in park and jumped back out. I was already around back, letting the tailgate of the trailer down.

Hey, Kelly said. You boinked the new housekeeper yet?

Why does everyone keep asking me that?

Kelly grinned. Well, whenever a girl is around, you always seem to find your way into her panties.

Is that a compliment?

In a way I guess it is, Kelly said. I know you got in mine, and maybe after we set this stuff up…

You’re on, I said. Could that even be my payment?

Kelly let out a single laugh and patted one of the coolers. I can give you a deal on lumber, fixtures, or any other hardware, but these babies were expensive.

Do you take cash?

Always.

Come on, I walked onto the trailer. Help me get these off.

* * *

Fifteen minutes later we had made it about five feet. These suckers were heavy with a capital H. Kelly’s biceps were just bulging after a few feet of carrying them off the trailer. I stretched my back and turned around. We had about ten more feet to go, and a tight corner to get them around behind the bar, and we had to do it twice, Kelly had found me two of them.

There’s gotta be an easier way, Kelly said.

I wish I had a crane, I said.

Kelly shrugged, rubbing her wrists.

Hey, I said. I got an idea.

Say it, Kelly said. I’m all ears.

You got a bikini with you, Kel?

Her eyes lit up. I always do.

"Put it