tulipsonanorgan
Really Really Experienced
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Sherry stepped out of the cab into the thick heat of the tropical sun. The breeze through the trees did a little to cool her, but after just a moment out of the air conditioning, she felt the fabric of her filmy sundress clinging to the top of her thighs. She paid the driver and he set her bags on the curb, and then she walked up the steps to the, ramshackle old building that housed the staff of the exclusive resort. It was hidden back in the forest a ways, out of sight of the hotel.
She was 21, 5'7" with long blonde hair and long tanned legs. She had a flat tummy and full round breasts and a big bubble butt. Competition was fierce for jobs here, and she knew that even with her uncle on the board, she wouldn't have gotten the job unless she was pretty enough. Even though the work was demanding, it paid better than a lot of places, and it offered the perks of living and working in paradise for the summer.
Except the guy coming down the stairs didn't have a very angelic expression. He looked pissed. He was older, maybe 30ish, and though he had perfect bones, there was a pinched quality to is face, as if his scowl was permanent. It had to be Sam, the manager. Her uncle had warned her what a giant, uptight prick the guy was, and apparently he hadn't exagerated. He had also told her the quickest way to make her life miserable there was to disobey him.
"Who are you?" he snapped. "Never mind, drop your bags. They need someone at the number two beach bar. NOW!"
He barked the last word so loud and pointed down a path that led through the thick jungle. She dropped her bags on the porch and turned to the path, but she had only taken a few steps when the voice snapped.
"Lose the dress, sweetheart, and hurry your ass up!"
She sighed and peeled the dress off. She had worn a thong bikini underneath it, since she knew she would be arriving at the beach, but she hadn't expected to be put to work before she even found her room. She took off down the path through the jungle, hoping that things weren't always going to be quite so hectic.
Behind her, Sam gathered up her dress and set it on her bags. Whatever she had in there would sell well enough at the market in town, he was sure. The path she had taken didn't lead to a beach bar, but to a camp where a pair of local gangsters were waiting. They paid Sam top dollar for young, pretty girls like Shelly....
She was 21, 5'7" with long blonde hair and long tanned legs. She had a flat tummy and full round breasts and a big bubble butt. Competition was fierce for jobs here, and she knew that even with her uncle on the board, she wouldn't have gotten the job unless she was pretty enough. Even though the work was demanding, it paid better than a lot of places, and it offered the perks of living and working in paradise for the summer.
Except the guy coming down the stairs didn't have a very angelic expression. He looked pissed. He was older, maybe 30ish, and though he had perfect bones, there was a pinched quality to is face, as if his scowl was permanent. It had to be Sam, the manager. Her uncle had warned her what a giant, uptight prick the guy was, and apparently he hadn't exagerated. He had also told her the quickest way to make her life miserable there was to disobey him.
"Who are you?" he snapped. "Never mind, drop your bags. They need someone at the number two beach bar. NOW!"
He barked the last word so loud and pointed down a path that led through the thick jungle. She dropped her bags on the porch and turned to the path, but she had only taken a few steps when the voice snapped.
"Lose the dress, sweetheart, and hurry your ass up!"
She sighed and peeled the dress off. She had worn a thong bikini underneath it, since she knew she would be arriving at the beach, but she hadn't expected to be put to work before she even found her room. She took off down the path through the jungle, hoping that things weren't always going to be quite so hectic.
Behind her, Sam gathered up her dress and set it on her bags. Whatever she had in there would sell well enough at the market in town, he was sure. The path she had taken didn't lead to a beach bar, but to a camp where a pair of local gangsters were waiting. They paid Sam top dollar for young, pretty girls like Shelly....