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WILDHCRSES

She felt familiar, she knew she should know who this was, but her brain wouldn’t connect the dots together. She saw how the other got the book and made sure not to drop her until she lowered herself. “don’t mention it.” she said quickly before she finally saw her face. Her mouth dropped, all of the emotions she had pushed down were coming back. “fuck.” she said while catching Anais as she seemed to drop to the floor. “Anais, mon chéri. You’re okay.” They weren’t however, Chloe was shaking herself from all of the hurt that came back to her. Tears gathered in her eyes, but first, she had to make sure the blonde was okay, she always did and all this time apart apparently didn’t change that. “Ssssh. We can talk about this. It’s okay.”

                        of course. of course their reunion would be at the library. like decided by fate. except this wasn’t fate, this was the producers’ fault. or maybe not? no one knew about their relationship, right? or was there someone behind this, someone who happened to know everything? shit, ella? no, she could never do this. no, her mental puzzling brought her right back to fate. fate she blamed with lots of forbidden words inside her mind as she rolled back on the ball of her feet, gripping the cabinet to make sure she wouldn’t collapse against her past lover twice. once was worse enough. ‘’merde, je suis vraiment désolé,’’ apologizing was her go-to in moments of panic and this one couldn’t be worse enough. the kind of worse that made anais forget about the contract she had signed, exactly the part where she was supposed to the universal language. and chloe calling her the pet name she had exactly fallen in love with didn’t help either. it caught anything she wanted to say in a big haze, like sentences suddenly didn’t make sense anymore. or talking in general and the struggle was right there. showing in her features, her body language. the cameras didn’t make it any better either and before she figured what was going on, her fingers had delicately wrapped around chloe’s wrist and her feet had made a run for it. out of the library, towards the elevators instead. a scene captured by cameras that seemed like two women going off for a quickie, but anais’ intentions were elsewhere. to her surprise an elevator stood ready, empty and she closed the doors as quick as possible to avoid any cameras. and the second silence took over, after the short ‘ding!’ confirmed the lift would take them to the highest level of the hotel, anais turned around. a complete change of features showing as heartbreak showed. ‘’i don’t know what to say... nothing can make up for what i’ve done to you.’’

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SUNPAINTEDSEA

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                            “hey baby.” the hunt was on. the poor blonde had caught the leopard’s eye shortly after entering their new territory, and she had already begun her plan. kit wanted the girl, and she always got what she wanted. luck was on her side, clearly, as the show’s group chat dropped the pretty girl right into her claws. “baby spice, right?” she motioned to the girl’s outfit with a faux-innocent smirk. kit herself looked the part of both a wildcat and scary spice, clad in a skin tight suit of leopard-print leather. it fell to an off-the-shoulder cut which was trimmed with a thin black lace, which matched the black lace belt. and, of course, her favourite red-soled, knee-high leather boots. the cover of dressing like scary spice meant nothing when she already had these items in her possession. oh no, she’d had this and many, many more. just for the purpose of hunting cute little blondes like this one.

                        dressed in the shortest dress she owned, it was light of color and a little see through, something she thought would fit for the role of emma in the group. also known as baby spice. her favorite one of the group and the one she felt like she related most to. although she didn’t exactly have the same fashion style or wear pigtails. on the hunt for the room number that displayed on her phone, scrolled up into the conversation so the blonde wouldn’t miss it. or the way back, which was still tricky in this endless maze of a hotel. all the hallways looked the same and endlessly long. she remembered how tired her feet had been the first week she’d been on the island from exploring. dark yet naive eyes trailed up when a pair of boots revealed more than anais could’ve been prepared for. a loud gasp fell from parted lips as she stood nailed to the ground, her phone nearly getting lost from her grip, which helped her lose her shock at the same time as she foolishly tried to grab her phone from cracking onto the floor. ‘’merde, merde, non, non, non — pas maintenant, s'il vous plaît.’’ winning the battle, she had lost her cool evenly and she tried to fix it by resting one arm against the nearest wall, the other arm situated on her hip as if she hadn’t made a fool of herself just now. ‘’hey, hey! you um, you look nice.’’ and right back to the social awkwardness she experienced from day to day.

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TAYLOREYNOLDS

taylor was a little high, as always, but she wasn’t high enough to imagine that this gorgeous woman was talking to her. “if you’re talking to me, i might cry. like, i’m too fucking soft for you to say all of that nice shit to me.” her hands moved into her hair, running through it a few times. “does my hair look okay? make me look good!” she said, smiling widely. “promise you’ll let me take your picture next?”

                        ‘‘no, no, no, oh my lord, please don’t cry!’‘ if there was anything that made anais’ social anxiety worse was her presence being unwanted and she pulled a nervous face. ‘‘i’m so sorry, shouldn’t i have said you’re pretty? i’m so bad at compliments ... i didn’t mean to hurt you, i’m—’‘ out of words to even try to make this right. ‘‘would you kill me if i told you your hair looks perfect? the golden hour gives it such a nice glow, it’s so nice on camera, trust me, okay!’‘ her camera buzzed with starting noises, fixing the lens to grab the most brilliant photos of the other. ‘‘do anything you want, any pose is gorgeous, do what makes you comfortable, what you always do — ahh this sunset is too brilliant!’‘

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dianainyourarms‌

        N°415 Fuchsia Beats. The label had sounded innocent enough. Diana liked floral shades — or, moreover, liked what she’d seen when the YSL beauty advisor in the airport’s duty-free division had rubbed a swatch on her wrist. She could still recall the woman’s capable grip of her hand as she leaned over the counter, conveniently revealing an unforgettable view of cleavage. Suffice to say, Diana was instantly sold. However, days later, the lipstick put into practice was making her reconsider just how suitable of a choice it was. Taking advantage of the superior lighting of one of lobby’s lavish powder rooms, Diana had planted herself in front of a marble sink to apply a layer of the creamy lipstick; the saturated colour vividly popping against her warm skin tone. Resisting urges to bite or lick at the foreign sensation of a glossy finish residing over her lips, she waited for a few minutes to pass before moving to the body length mirror on the wall. After inspecting her reflection in the mirror from a few different angles, she was pleasantly surprised and overall satisfied at how the makeup paired with her outfit (her wardrobe’s token little black dress was always a winner).  Feeling freshly inspired, via the mirror’s surface her gaze strayed from her own face towards a figure that had appeared in the entryway over her shoulder. “Supposedly,” she began, tone lilting with invitation, “this shit’s not supposed to budge through eating or drinking. But what I really care to find out is…” she trailed off suggestively, entirely unsubtle, before announcing her contrived concern with the alluring arch of an eyebrow, “How does it hold up during kissing?”

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                        needless to say, verena’s liking to the beach and the water had been documented plenty of times by the cameramen now, the slowmo scenes of her leaving the water and ruffling through her hair surely had become an ad for the show. something verena wasn’t complaining against, she liked the fresh wave of attention she received on her social media. some recognizing her from her current inactive occupations and both the show she had bravely joined. despite the bad experience from a year ago, where a fan had wrongly turned into a lover, verena knew better now. she knew like no other that one night stands were much better than committing to something that would only last for a year and a half, at most. love faded out, passion didn’t. and passion for women verena had.

 for about a minute of three the brunette had spent naturally drying her body in the midst of the biggest spotlight in existence. the sun she fell in love with more and more every single day. the only thing she could truly love and always had done. spain was no different than constant heat during the summer months, heatwave after heatwave and like a true resident, verena bathed in every single one of them. but then again, unlike others, her skin complexion toughed it out. without turning a shade of red, droplets graced by the ocean ran over her skin, dripping from her hair onto her shoulders and down. 

like a bee attracted to the sweet nectar stashed inside a flower’s petals, it was the alluring voice that came her way that caught verena’s attention within a heartbeat. for a moment, the brunette was utterly stunned, trapped to the floor as her gaze fell over the other’s form. not entirely sure what she was talking about, it was the dress that caught her the most. and therefore confused at the same time. finding the strength to move forward, it was right before the fellow brunette she came to a halt. gazing that little bit up into the other’s eyes, her lips parted with interest, ‘’if it’s your dress you’re talking about ... i’m sure if you don’t lean forward, it must be fine. — but something tells me it’s not the dress you’re talking about.’’ and it was then the riddle was solved, a little late perhaps, inside her mind. ‘’ — oh, mierda, the lipstick ... of course.’’ hands hovering near the other’s shoulders, it was the mere touch of the back of her fingers that graced over the other’s collarbone. appreciating her body without going in like a hungry beast, her gaze remained focused on the other’s reaction. not sensing a hint of hesitation, her tender hands now came to rest upon her cheeks with a feather light touch, softly sliding more toward her neck. ‘’if you’re really curious to find out, doll, you have my consent.’’

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Who are you? I am Cinderella.

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CYBELLEMAELYS

       blissful ignorance. it was a game maëlys hated to play for too long, her curiosity too hungry a beast to be satisfied laying low without consequence. however, on this occasion — an evening that began like any other only to suddenly get markedly more interesting — it was more imperative than ever to keep up a calm and collected guise, lest she expose herself too soon. denying she’d noticed nearby woman’s appearance by averting her eyes, maëlys inwardly calculated how to best react. verena rosales. the resemblance was far too striking for it to be a coincidence or mistaken assessment, she was sure of it. maëlys knew her name; knew her body ( … of work ) more intimately than most. admitting as much aloud? not as simplistic a task. especially with already three glasses worth of rosé sloshing cooly at the pit of her stomach, and counting. brown eyes leisurely scan the restaurant in search of a waiter, intending on cuing a wine refill as well as stalling the inevitable introduction she could feel brewing at the back of her throat. unfortunately prompt in his reliability, or maybe because she’d been seated at solo at the same table for the better part of a half an hour, as soon as the waiter’s figure retreats to fulfil her request, maëlys sets her attention back upon the dark haired utter goddess of a woman. refraining from showing all her cards, she maintains a deliberately employed casual air to her address, “excusez moi…” opening move played with admirable coyness, she brandishes a pointed finger towards verena, as if the keen pin of her gaze wasn’t an indicator enough, “you—” a suggestive smirk dances across her lips, “you’ve got a face for tv, anyone ever tell you that?” 

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                        for the status the resort had with all its luxury, there wasn’t much going on in the restaurant she found herself at tonight. no live music, no bar she could hang at and plenty of unoccupied tables which told verena’s gut this might not be a five stars one, but she gave it a shot anyways. however, as the night progressed with the worst waiter that thought had the skill to seduce her into sharing her number, she wished she had actual shots instead. it seemed like it didn’t matter how many times she showed her interest in women, men just couldn’t stay away from her. but instead of creating a scene, another glass of wine emptied almost itself right down her throat. anything to make this place at least a little entertaining. she could walk away, true. but her gaze had rather fallen upon the people around her. people watching, a hobby she wasn’t ashamed of to admit if anyone asked. it was interesting to see what people did throughout their days.

so when dark eyes fell upon a fellow single seated table, she couldn’t simply help herself but to stare. although she could swear she had just missed her eye contact, maybe it had been a coincidence. maybe it was her gut telling her something. and when the conversation came to its start, verena wasn’t one to shy away. french. incredibly sexy. a neighbor, hm. ‘’me? no one’s told me that before,’’ perhaps in different words but not like this, ‘’do tell me why?’’ taking this as a cue, having noticed the waiter heading her way for no reason at all other than to slide a napkin her way with his details scrambled on it, verena didn’t wait a minute longer to leave her table. seating herself across from the very handsome stranger that had a familiar touch to her features, she put her glass down. fingers leaving the rim, she made sure for the waiter to catch the hint. ‘’you’re one i wouldn’t mind sharing the night with, either, princess. — in fact, any place would be better than this one, don’t you think? i know a fun bar ... you into shots?’’

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                        quite literally anais jumped out of bed before her alarm had even dared to go off, which ... had resulted in the blonde’s foot getting stuck in the sheets and facing the floor soon enough. luckily, she hadn’t damaged anything physical, just her ego. and then there was the warmth, the entire reason why the sheets had clung onto her physique. her phone read 27 degrees in celcius, enough reason for the blonde to put on her bikini and spend forever in front of the mirror, debating on what to do with her hair. had she been caring about anything fashion, she might’ve spent double the time inside her room just caring about clothes. hopping down the long hallway towards the elevator, her hair happily drifted along like a lion’s mane. it was ella, just ella, she was going to meet, nothing too special, right? her dear friend was just coming onto a very special show that anais had dared to be a part of and she had to be present on the beach to take over upon ella’s arrival to the resort. as one of the very first girls on the show, despite her social anxiety issue, of course she had been picked out by the producers to show ella around.

huge smirk settled on her features, it was noticeable how the sun had made its impact on her skin during the short time she’d been here. the month had flown by so fast, it felt like yesterday she had set foot onto the bahamas. ‘’ahh, you’re actually here!’’ she exclaimed all too happily, almost spilling the drinks she had gotten from the bar first thing. it was no flower crown or hawaiian welcome, but it was something! with the drinks in hand, she flew her arms around the taller brunette without a doubt, popped a foot and rolled on the ball of her feet to greet her with a smile. ‘’i can’t believe this, how was your flight? tell me all about it, this place looks like such a dream, doesn’t it? the second i came here, my jaw dropped and i had no one to tell!’’ like a puppy way too excited to see a familiar face, she forgot to put a lock onto her rambling, which brought her to the following; ‘’so ... believe it or not, but i’m your chaperone for the day. to show you around and stuff, the producers don’t want their girls getting lost ... which may have happened to me, once. maybe.’’

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OFSOLARA

@bitterhush· - verena.

“Every time I say something nice to someone, they screenshot it. Like listen, I know I’m not nice often but enough is enough. I get hacked way too many times. It’s never me.” 

                        ‘‘and now you’re on camera 24/7, you have to be careful of what you say, doll, or who knows... the internet will haunt you forever,’‘ she passed the other’s drink at her, two cocktails she had been given for free, what a little fame on the sexier sides online couldn’t do. ‘’what’s the harm? can’t be a bitch to everybody, soon people will get a grudge against you and before you know it, cancel culture is happening.’’

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SUNPAINTEDSEA

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                 in an attempt to meet more people and make more friends, saint was planning a movie night. order a bunch of food and watch movies and just hang out. but in order to have a movie night to meet people, you had to have people. with a limited base network to start with, saint decided to reach out and ask strangers to come to their movie night. “hey so…ah…i’m hostin’ a little movie night in the theatre room. there’ll be wine, food, movies. just to like…meet new people, yano? you should come.”

                        ‘‘are you serious!?’‘ the words had left in an almost-too-good-to-be-true tone from her lips, to a point it could’ve choked the blonde up. she wasn’t the type that quickly got invited to any kind of event, unless it was a friend who hosted something. but by a total stranger? it excited anais more than she dared to let on. ‘‘i’d love that! i ... i should bring something too, right? i um..’‘ thinking of the leftover goods she had brought into her luggage from england, she snapped her fingers a few seconds later, ‘‘i’ve got tomato crisps, i don’t know if they’re a hit anywhere, but in england they’re pretty rare.’‘ like one awkward puppy would do, she kept on rambling, ‘‘not that i’m from england, i’m actually from france ... but my dad’s english, so i’m from both worlds ... and i should maybe perhaps just shut my mouth, sorry.’‘

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DRECMBOATSS

For someone who was used to spending some time apart from her daughter, she sure was having a hard time not missing her. She traveled often for tours and music business, but this felt different. Her daughter never minded, she was sixteen, too concerned with usual teenage drama to be too worried about her mother jetting off. It was helpful that she was so calm about it all the time, she’d been pretty much the same herself when she was her age. Though she hoped she wasn’t getting up to what she’d been doing at sixteen. She’d spent most of the morning on the phone with her, just catching up and talking about what’d been happening at home. It’d been delightfully refreshing to hear her voice, and even listen to stories about friends she’d never even heard of before. She sighed softly as she slipped her phone back into her pocket, deciding it was best to get out rather be a clingy worrier about her girl. She hummed lightly as she walked through the grounds, fingers brushing against the tight leather of her trousers absentmindedly. She was about to head to the bar when a familiar face caught her eye. Instantly, a grin lit her features. Not one of her teasing ones, this one was genuine and warm. The head of sunshine hair was unmistakable, the bubbly smile and pretty eyes. She’d know that face from a mile away. “Well well well, now if I knew I’d get a chance to see my favourite little beauty here, I would’ve shown up ages ago.” She spoke as she neared the other, green eyes almost twinkling in the light.

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                        absolutely stunned by not just the voice but just as well the sight she took in the second she turned around when she noticed it was her the other was talking about. mouth wide, it was her chest she gripped next. a minor gasp leaving her lips, it was her heart that decided to skip a beat at the same time. ‘’...no,’’ was all she was able to murmur for a moment, nailed to the ground as if someone had just hammered her feet down to the floor. it was at the tug of reality that made anais tear up and tear her feet off the ground to approach her friend — was it friend ... was it colleague? she was never sure — in a happy skipping beat. ‘’harriet — i can’t believe you’re here! you’re actually here? it feels like i’m getting pranked ... is this one of those prank shows instead? you’re the third familiar face i’ve ran into!’’ almost forgetting about the cup she was holding, it was at the almost-hug that anais realized she had ice cream in one hand and a spoon in the other. ‘’look at this — they’ve got something called deep fried ice cream on this island! it’s ice cream coated by cornflakes and chocolate and it’s so strange. i got a free sample on the beach and ... it’s so bad but so so good! here,’’ she scooped a spoonful full of the sweetness, offered harriet to try some, ‘’try it, tell me why we don’t have this deliciousness in england!?’’

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DRECMBOATSS

For someone who wanted to pay as much attention to her surroundings at all times, she had an awful habit of completely zoning out. It mostly happened when she was on her own, which was much more preferred than doing it when around others. Her guitar lay beside her in the sand, her fingers drawing over the strings in an absentminded motion. It was nice to get the opportunity to play in such a peaceful place, she didn’t really get to play much at home when she was dealing with her work schedule. She’d played for a while after she’d been in the water but it didn’t take too long for her mind to wander and allow her brain to be filled with distracting thoughts. She was brought out of her own head when a voice cut through her thoughts, gentle hazelnut eyed lifting to view who’d spoken. She flushed slightly at the name she was called, a rosy hue lighting her cheeks. She opened her mouth to speak, though when she realised nothing coherent would come out, she quickly shut it. She leaned off to the side, grabbing the towel she’d left drying out after her own dip into the water. “Uh…here you go!” She smiled, her gaze dropping to the woman’s soaked clothes for a moment before she raised them again to meet the woman’s eyes. “You’re supposed to wear a swimsuit when you go in the water, silly.”

                        grateful for the towel as much as the sight she got to witness, it curled the corners of her mouth with pleasure. ‘’thank you, chica, i owe you one.’’ having noticed the lack of words coming from the other, she decided to fill the silence instead, provoking her to talk more by answering not necessarily with words but rather actions, ‘’why’s that? swimming is possible in any state, clothed, half clothed, not clothed at all,’’ she enlightened herself. ‘’my favorite is actually wearing no clothes, at all. nada. but that’s rather an activity during the night, especially on islands like these where it gets very hot.’’ not that verena had ever traveled, or left spain at all, but spain was known for its hot temperatures and she’s lived through em all. as she had said all this, her shirt had been the first thing verena had gotten rid off, lingerie half showing. her thumbs worked down the jeans next, glancing the blonde up and down, ‘’i’m guessing your favorite activity is playing guitar. very romantic, if you ask me. do you sing, too?’’ without skipping a beat, or even remotely feeling awkward, she slid down the jeans with ease. now leaving in her lingerie, she ran the towel through her hair. ‘’i hope you don’t mind i’m not exactly wearing a swimsuit, lingerie practically counts, no?’’

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WILDHCRSES

She saw the other’s surprise at her comment. Was it really that strange for someone to say that she liked seeing them do their work? It was an intimate job the other had, showing her body, doing sexual acts in exchange for money, but it was still a job that some quite liked to do. One that Zahra respected and enjoyed watching. “there is the one where you pretend to want to buy a house and seduce the realtor for giving you the house for less money. That moment where she pulls your hair and you just stare at her with a smirk and lick your lips.” She closed her eyes for a moment, while she saw the scene replayed in her mind. As she opened her eyes she made eye contact, “well querida, that moment had my panties soaked.” 

She had no shame when the topic was sex. Sex was easy after all, especially when there were no feelings, but the way the other spoke, acted, she could already tell she would like her quite a lot. She would be fun to be around. “I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised that you know who I am. I’ve graced the tabloids enough for the past twenty years.” She laughed as well, put a cigarette in her mouth and lighted it, “we are going to get those ratings through the roof you and I.” Zahra offered her the package, “would you like one?”

                        truth be told, she had viewers who came up with much more intense answers, but then again ... they were practically anonymous, people on the internet hiding behind a mask. this woman had not just a camera pointed at her face, but also happened to have made a name for herself. something she couldn’t praise her online following for. so the smirk growing on her features was hard to hide, nor did she want to hide it. ‘’i have to admit, i didn’t think mindi had it in her. she was the sweetest when i arrived on set, shared some life stories with me and she gave me the nicest hug, and then the cameras got set up, the director yelled action and her energy shifted so... incredibly hot.’’ leaving out her real name, like any decent person would, she got caught up in the moment talking about the scene that was shot merely half a year ago. ‘’she was strong in her acting and her passion in getting women off, she fucking delivers. it’s been a while since i’ve been dominated like that.’’ it was no shame against her past co-actors she had done a scene with, it was the plain truth.

giving a light hearted chuckle, it were the waves of the ocean that splashed against her ankles that made her realize where she was. sitting next to a practical stranger on the beach, the big, warm orb burning on her sun kissed skin. ‘’aye, i don’t judge, chica. you’ve lived quite the life. the people judging you for it haven’t experienced shit,’’ her gaze lingered a little longer on the other’s face, until the cigarettes were revealed and she nodded her head. ‘‘ask me again after a cocktail or two,’‘ her cockiness was more than present, but it was merely an invite to something else entirely. ‘’cigarettes are for parties or the afterglow, other than that it’s not a habit of mine.’’

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          “Oh hi, you’re just in time,” Quinn exclaimed as the other girl walked into the communal cooking area, “I just made nachos.” As she said that, Quinn pulled a rack out of the oven and placed it on top of the stove. “The chips might be a little burnt because I forgot to put the cheese in so I had to cook them twice.”

                        it took one forgetful mind to bring a towel that stepped into the kitchen completely dripping wet, smelling as salty as the ocean, but the last thing that covered the brunette was shame. on an island like this, where women were overflowing, verena easily passed the hotel employees without a single complaint. her beach body was showing, the drops glistening on her skin as much as her once neat now messy bun had been overpowered by the waves of the ocean. ‘’hola chica,’’ the spanish rolled off her tongue fluently, her accent when she spoke in english so obvious as she continued, ‘’you’ve made nachos! what a sweetie you are, have you made them entirely yourself? mexican is my favorite, i was just aching for them, what are you? you must be some kind of mind reader, no?’’ hopping herself onto the counter next to the tray of food, her gaze shifted to the other, ‘’i haven’t seen you here before, chica, you new? or have you just been hiding in here all this time?’’

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DEVILTHCUGHTS

athena had dealt with her fair share of canada celebrities (mostly from sports), so it was easy to keep calm, cool, collected with the other woman. videos she had watched definitely watched more than once. the thing she appreciated was how she looked at others as if she truly wanted to fuck them. there was an air of interest but also indifference. she wanted to keep it breezy. “well, i was thinking of going to the art gallery today, but why should i when there’s a masterpiece right here?” athena began with a half-smirk. “one i want to frame,” she paused for dramatic flair, “with my thighs.”

                        this show was no joke, nor were the women on the gorgeous island itself, and it amused verena so much. but what entertained her even more was the twinkle in the other’s eyes that she recognized all too much. it made her laughter lines deepen as her features lit up to the teasing,‘‘that masterpiece must be very special,’‘ a tilt of her head showed her interest all the more. ‘’and very much loved by its buyer.’’ getting up from the bar stool, she did quite the opposite of keeping her distance, verena never had any issue with personal space. with women, that was. ‘’or would it rather be its owner? i can’t quite decide, maybe you’d like to elaborate... someplace else than this bar, perhaps?’’

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WILDVIOLCTS

as per usual, violet found herself with her nose stuck in a book. as much as she liked where she was, and as curious as she was about the people around her, she very much enjoyed some peace and quiet to unwind after a long day of interacting and smiling for the cameras. of course, god knew she couldn’t find a single damn place in the vicinity where she was able to get some of that much desired peace and quiet, but boy if she wasn’t going to try. in her quest, she had ended up down in the lobby on one of the pristine lounge couches, feet tucked up beneath her as she turned page after page, getting caught up in the depths of the book in front of her and somehow finding herself able to drown out the pumping music from the club next door. every so often, she’d get distracted by a figure walking by, but for the most part, she was completely wrapped up in another world.

it wasn’t until she felt a presence directly above her that she was fully pulled out of her book, and looking up, she caught sight of one of the most beautiful creatures she’d ever seen, leaning over her, trying to get a good look at the book in her hands. violet recognized the face, but it was someone she had yet to formally converse with. but whoever she was, she seemed to be very interested, however, as she began to tip over and it was all violet could do to move the hardcover out of the woman’s way as she flounced over, somehow gracefully landing in vi’s lap.

a thick, gorgeous accent tumbled out of the woman’s lips; she sounded chipper and upbeat, like she was greeting a close friend rather than a near stranger who’s lap she had just fallen into. violet couldn’t help the way her mouth stuttered around her reply. “sorry, your dress?” she answered eventually, looking around to see if anyone was in the spacey room with them. they were alone, however. “do you have anything to change into?” she questioned once she got her bearings.

                        when the other’s lap had become more than cozy, a graceful laugh left the brunette’s lips. ‘’oh, look what happened ... i’ve ruined your moment and i didn’t even catch the book you were reading — speaking of which, is your book alright?’’ verena’s concern shifted all over the place, blame it on the drinks making its course through her brain. her attention had gone from her dress towards the book in a matter of delayed seconds, which brought her eventual attention to something else entirely. or rather, someone. ‘’ — are you okay, chica?’’ hands coming to wrap around the other’s neck, to rest against the back support of the chair, she caught the stranger’s gaze, meeting her with a smirk of her own.

‘‘i didn’t hurt you, did i?’‘ inspecting the other thoroughly  —  from a lap perspective, that was  —  verena’s hands moved from the back onto the other’s cheeks. about to reply with a shoulder popped up, it was at the disturbance that came roaming out of the bar and another idea came to mind. ‘’i don’t have anything on me, not that i would mind walking around this place in lingerie only, it’s what i do for a living after all ... but why don’t we go somewhere more quiet? i’m sure you know the best ones,’’ she gently ran her thumbs over her cheekbones, caressed them like they were the most fascinating things about her. they seemed to be, in this moment, in the right here and now. eyes wandering down to her nose, she dared to boop it before placing a gentle kiss. about to leave the other’s lap, she stumbled somewhat around. ‘’you wouldn’t mind linking arms, would you? i feel it buzzing, your kind lap has been too cozy,’’ there was a giggle coating her voice as she held out her hand for the other to take, though it surely wasn’t the best idea with how imbalanced she was.