“Hey,” Shayne protested, but Trixie was far from finished.
“I told you how important this promotion was to me yet you went out of your way to make sure I didn’t get it. Do you realize that it is me having a job that keeps a roof over your head? Your name isn’t even on the lease! You haven’t even paid me a single dime in rent since you moved in. Well, I am sick and tired of your shit! It's time for you to leave.”
“What? You can't do that,” Cherry responded.
“Watch me,” Trixie threw back.
If Cherry wasn't going to leave voluntarily, Trixie was going to remove her by force.
Cherry did not see the punch coming and Trixie didn’t consciously command her hand to move.
Cherry's little girl act dropped as she launched herself a Trixie after the hit.
The two young women fell to the floor rolling around in a catfight. Hair pulling, face scratching and screaming ensued. Trixie's suit was torn and her once perfectly styled hair stuck out in all directions.
They exchanged insults.
“I didn't make you do anything you didn’t want to. Stop blaming me for what you caused. You wanted to go out as much as I did. If you didn't, all you had to do was say no.”
Trixie instantly denied the girl's accusation but could not push the words past her mouth and so instead, she slapped Cherry to shut her up.
Cherry screamed her fury and threw a kick.
Trixie barely felt the kick through, and her wrath and manifested in strong blows to Cherry’s face.
The bamboozled boys chose that moment to get involved.
While it was no doubt entertaining to see a naked Cherry pitted against disheveled Trixie, they had to stop the girls before they killed each other… and stop all the screeching. It was a probably killer given their hangover headaches.
They tried to pull the girls apart.
Tough going especially in their inebriated states.
For such tiny things, these girls were strong.
Trixie was on top and her hand closed around Cherry's throat.
She squeezed tight looking into Cherry's bulging eyes.
“I’ll be back in an hour. Pack your shit up and move the fuck out of my room,” she said.
She let "or else” hang in the air as she released her grip on the girl and got to her feet.
Cherry rolled to her side, clutched her throat and coughed. She seemed in complete and utter disbelief at what had just transpired.
The guys backed away from the wild-looking Trixie and rose their hands in a gesture of surrender. Who'd want to go up against a badass bitch like Trixie?
She glared at them and pointed her finger. “That goes for the two of you as well! I want all of you out of my room by the time I get back.”
Not bothering to fix herself up, she stormed out of the room and slammed the door so hard the walls shook.
Neighbors gathered in the hallway, summoned by the ruckus.
They parted and allowed the still-angry Trixie to pass.
Inside the apartment, Trixie heard the ceiling fan that had been dangling from the wire crash to the floor.
An already traumatized Cherry screamed in fright.
Eric and Shayne seemed to be scrambling, presumably gathering up their stuff to leave.
The apartment was empty when Trixie got back.
All of Cherry’s stuff was gone.
The quiet became very loud as she sat on her bed and contemplated her next move.
Chapter 7
Sparks down below
Island life is the best, Trixie thought contently as the surf lapped at the pristine white sand. Sand that brushed up against mountains that rose majestically towards the blue sky. Sky that soared above the ocean and plunged deep below the huge crystalline body of saltwater. Saltwater that danced with coconuts to create the most tantalizing of fragrances.
It wasn’t even nine in the morning and the sun was already high and kissing all things with its life-giving brilliance.
Day two of her seven-day tropical vacation, Trixie wafted out the double doors of the luxurious hotel she was staying in and stepped down the stone pathway to the beach.
Her cute purple bikini was so tight that the material pressed into her slit, giving the other vacationers glimpses of the outline of her freshly shaved mound.
She smiled when she passed a dark-skinned, dreadlocked gentleman who she knew worked at the hotel.
He made no secret of his attraction for her as he stared long and hard.
All the gentle curves of her slim, sexy body were on display under the golden sunshine, and Trixie happily flaunted every one of them.
The man winked at her and she smiled back.
Who knows, maybe he’d end up in her room at some point. After all, what kind of cultural experience would it be without sampling some exotic island cock?
Six months had passed and Trixie was happy with life.
While it had seemed like her life was ruined after she’d arrived late to her interview, things had worked out perfectly when she’d taken the initiative and tracked down the Regional Director.
She’d arrived at the woman’s hotel room just in time. The Regional Director, Daniella, was about to leave for the airport when Trixie rang the bell to her room door. While Daniella resisted Trixie's presence at first, she was impressed that Trixie had come all the way to plead her case.
Trixie put on one hell of a show. Dressed in her best work outfit, she started by making up a heart-wrenching story of heroism and bravery in which she saved the life of a frail old lady, taking her to hospital just in time to avert her tragic passing. Once the Regional Director’s heartstrings had been sufficiently tugged-at, Trixie went on to articulate clearly and professionally all the reasons why she, more than anyone else, deserved the promotion.
Daniella took the bait and gave Trixie a second chance. She interviewed Trixie in the car on the way to the airport and the two developed an easy camaraderie. By the time Trixie helped the Regional Director load her baggage onto the conveyor, the two of them were on a first-name basis.
Trixie had swayed the woman so much that the very next day the Regional Director called Trixie to offer her the job she’d worked so hard to get.
The salary increase and other opportunities that came with the position allowed Trixie to move out of her small room two months later. She began to invest her savings, dividends from which soon enabled her to afford this nice little vacation.
Although life was good, she was determined to make it better. As soon as she was done relaxing of course.
Her toes sank into the sand as she made her way to a beach chair and its accompanying umbrella.
She placed her beach bag next to her, pulled the sunscreen out a applied it to her freckled skin. So far she’d tanned nicely and had plans to show it off in a variety of outfits when she got back home.
Pulling her sunshades down to protect her eyes and adjusting her beach hat on her head, she settled in for a light nap before frolicking in the waves when a voice called out, “Oh my god, Trixie? Is that you?”
Trixie would have recognized that cutesy, high-pitched voice anywhere.
Cherry.
The two young women hadn’t seen each other since the big blowout in their small room half a year ago.
Trixie had heard through mutual friends that Cherry had moved in with another girl around their age shortly after their fight, but she’d stopped asking for updates long ago.
After she was able to cool down, Trixie had a few regrets about the way she acted when she’d literally kicked Cherry out.
Since Cherry had vanished from her life, Trixie had accomplished many of the things she’d wanted to. In addition to managing her personal life and finances, she’d begun to get adequate sleep while still being able to party and have fun when she needed to.
Trixie sat up and looked over to where the voice came from.
Cherry was walking toward her in a swimsuit impossibly smaller than the one Trixi
e was wearing. Her perky breasts bounced with every step pulling the attention of the attendant at the beach bar as well as sly husbands risking glances underneath their unsuspecting wives’ noses.
She was as gorgeous as always with her ponytails, brightly-colored makeup, and flirty attitude. Sucking on a swirled lollipop, she wiggled her fingers at a few onlookers making them look away in nervousness.
They were far away from the big city where they both lived, and this exotic, tropical paradise was the last place Trixie had expected to bump into Cherry again.
Still, looking at her former roommate, Trixie realized she wasn’t angry with Cherry anymore. In fact, she was quite excited to see her.
The two of them did after all have some great times together. Maybe they could catch up and salvage their friendship.
“Cherry? What are you doing here on the island?” she questioned. Though she was not angry with Cherry anymore, she wasn’t sure of the other girl’s feelings.
It was like no time had passed for Cherry. She sat down next to Trixie and pulled her close for a hug. She acted like there had never been a fight between the two of them.
“Oh my god,” she gushed and pulled back from a surprised Trixie. “It’s so great to see you!”
Working off the other girl's mood, Trixie explained, “It’s great to see you, too. I didn’t expect to see you here.”
“I’m here with my Daddy!” Cherry said in the same cutesy, high-pitched voice that Trixie remembered so well.
She lifted her hand and waved to somebody a few meters away. “Oh Daddy, come over and meet my best friend from the city.”
Trixie looked in the direction Cherry gestured. At first, she could only make out the back of a well-built man.
When he turned around though, Trixie's heart skipped a beat.
The two met and locked eyes.
The feeling of excitement shot straight down to her cunt and she became immediately hooked.
Chapter 8
Wet with jealousy
What a specimen, Trixie thought as she ogled the man.
Trixie had never met Cherry's parents but she instinctively disliked them based on the negative things Cherry had said about their controlling nature.
Had Cherry introduced this to her man while they’d lived together, Trixie’s opinion would have been markedly different.
He wore only swim trunks, which left his gorgeously tanned upper body exposed to not only Trixie's wandering eyes but to those of the other women on the beach. His droolworthy abs and triceps flexed as he moved toward them.
Even the muscles of his calves looked exquisite as he closed the distance.
Cherry rose and threw her body against his for a hug, squealing, “Daddy!”
He returned her embrace with a light squeeze before releasing her.
“How's my baby girl?” he asked and his rich, deep voice vibrated through Trixie.
She actually shivered at the smooth, baritone decibels.
“Oh Daddy, you know I'm always doing great when you're near,” Cherry answered with her signature flirty smile.
“That's what I like to hear,” he said and smiled, flashing straight, white teeth.
He patted her shoulders treating her like a good little girl as she pressed her curves against him. The caring, loving way he touched her left Trixie puzzled as to how Cherry could have ever characterized this man as harsh or callous.
He turned the power of his light blue gaze on Trixie and held out his hand.
“Hi, I’m Atlas. I assume you’re a friend of Cherry’s?”
Trixie was slow to react, but when her palm touched his, lightning shot from her fingertips singeing every part of her body.
Her tongue felt heavy but she managed to greet him barely pronouncing her name correctly.
He pulled his hand away and pushed back the strands of the salt and pepper hair that fell into his eyes.
Although the man was gorgeous and fit, he was clearly in his early forties based on the distinguished, controlled air he gave off.
Atlas had sharp features, a calm demeanor, a generous smile and seemed a gentleman. Trixie could tell he was financially stable. Cherry had told Trixie that her family was well off.
Trixie was immediately enamored by Cherry’s Daddy. This was the kind of man she wanted--frequently--in her bed.
The young hotel worker she’d thought about bringing to her room for some salacious fun flashed through her head, but she immediately dismissed it in the face of this new development.
No young guy could ever hope to compete with the handsome, mature man standing before her.
She threw him an inviting smile, already thinking of ways she could equally enamor him.
Not even the fact that he was Cherry's father would stop her. Trixie and Cherry hadn’t seen each other in six months. There was no longer any loyalty between them or rules saying she couldn’t date the other girl's dad.
“So what are you two up to?” Trixie asked thrusting her chest up and out so he could have a good look at the goodies on offer.
“Oh, we were just headed over to the pool for a splash. Wanna join us?” Cherry offered, practically vibrating with the anticipation.
And that was how Trixie, Cherry, and Atlas ended up spending the rest of the morning and afternoon together.
Palm trees sprang strategically from watery arena. Man-made waterfalls flowed into the pool. Water slides poured water and people into every one of the four large pools. Gorgeous, bikini-clad vacationers were all around, laughing and enjoying the balmy water.
The pool area was just as picturesque as the beachfront, but Trixie's attention was drawn to something else. Her eyes were laser-focused on her romantic target - Cherry's Daddy.
Water droplets clung to him, flowing over ripped muscles and highlighting his naturally tanned skin. She was not the only woman who noticed what a catch he was, he practically commanded hungry female stares and leers.
Trixie wanted to hiss a territorial growl every time she caught another woman gawking. He was hers!
She got close to him as often as she could while they splashed in the pool.
Atlas found a ball and the three threw it around. Trixie pretended to be a terrible throw so Atlas would come up behind her to show her the right way while she wiggled her ass against his crotch and tossed the ball weakly.
Much to her delight, she noted his rather large penis wasn’t quite hidden under his wet swimming trunks. And to her disappointment, he was not even slightly aroused.
Her cunt clenched repeatedly at the thought of him at full mast pounding into her.
She pressed harder against it, determined to get a reaction out of him.
So far he’d been the perfect gentleman, but she needed to know that he was as affected by her as she was by him
His cock jerked against her ass and she almost purred with the satisfaction.
Before she could up her game of seduction, Cherry stole his attention away with a whine.
“Daddy, I need your help too.”
Trixie barely kept from rolling her eyes in annoyance as Atlas swam away from her and gave Cherry his undivided devotion.
She swam over to them, looking the next opportunity to slide into Atlas's good graces... and hopefully, into his bed.
When the three got bored of the game, they swam over to the swim-up bar and had a few cocktails.
The hours passed with the three having fun and frolicking together in the warm water.
Unfortunately, Trixie didn’t get another chance to practice her seductive powers again. Atlas's attention stayed primarily focused on his little girl.
All was not lost though.
She garnered an invitation to meet up with the two for dinner that evening.
With pep in her step, she went up to her room to shower and change.
Trixie was dressed to kill in a short, black, martini dress that hugged her hips and plunged low to reveal her titties when she went back down to the hotel lobby.
Atlas's eyes widened when he saw her and she flashed him a smile before going over to hug Cherry, clad in a sleeveless, red, sequined dress that barely covered her behind.
“I am so glad to be spending all this time with you guys. It has been especially nice to meet your Daddy, Cherry,” she said, looking at Atlas over the other woman's shoulder silently communicating her need for him.
His eyes darkened and she knew he understood what she was not saying.
Still, he didn’t say anything as the two young women released each other.
A few minutes later, Atlas and Cherry were holding hands being led inside. Trixie walked behind them as they were shown to the table for drinks.
A live band was performing on stage and the lead singer dared a patron from the crowd to come up and accompany him for a song. To show Cherry's Daddy how adventurous she could be, Trixie immediately volunteered. She had a decent singing voice and wanted to show it off.
Luckily, the next number was one she was familiar with.
The applause from the crowd and her companions gave her encouragement. The song began. A song she used to sing with her own dad back on the farm.
It was a slow song about regret and longing. The words made Trixie miss her dad for the first time in a long time.
She watched Cherry and Atlas and the closeness between them. Although she loved her father and he loved her, they had never shared that type of effortless companionship.
Trixie's chest constricted and she realized she was jealous.
Singing her heart out, Trixie wished that she had a Daddy like Atlas.
Chapter 9
Enticing possibilities
When Trixie returned to the table, Cherry and Atlas were waiting for her with more applause and compliments on her excellent performance.
She made sure to sit on the opposite side of Atlas. Cherry was on the other leaving him sandwiched between the two young ladies.
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