Masume
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IT’S SO FUCKING HOT!
“Well get used to it babe.” Fantasia spat her words at her friend as the two lovely ladies…-if you could even call them that with the type of employment they affiliated themselves with- baked in the scorching sun. She did agree with her friend though. A heat wave was passing through. They lived Leeward? Didn’t they? She could hardly remember. It was supposed to be the more rainy part of the stunning island but for the last two weeks, it had been dry as a bone. She could actually see the strawberry-kiwi lip-gloss melting before her eyes. Did that bird across the street just simultaneously combust? Shaking her head, making dark tendrils of silk float around her face…the strands that weren’t plastered, encased in sweat on her face and neck that is.
There was something about the heat that made it impossible to function. They weren’t working tonight. They were given a much needed break. Honestly, they had a pimp from heaven. He wasn’t really pimp just like that man that gave em money for stripping off their clothes and giving the occasional hand job, blow job and more if the man was desperate…erm…paid enough. Fantasia never fucked clients. Never ever…fucked. Nope…no fucking. She was degraded enough. That was what this vacation was for. A vacation from the sour taste she got into her mouth every time a dollar bill was shoved into her g-string. She did the work not because it was all she could but the money came in fast and in large sums. Yup, she was no chick trying to pay her way into medical school, while her two year old son paid mom would come home with some real food. She did it because…she could.
Strippers and whore were a group of soiled doves. Wow…that was a depressing thought.
“According to our local weather man the suns ain’t gonna let up anytime soon sitah. So enjoy it. Wanna head on down to Waikiki and do some swimming.”
“You always wanna swim…” Her friend muttered. Judy was her name, she came to the club about a year ago. Great stripper, real flexible. Possibly too materialistic for her own good…who the fuck needed a 100 dollar pair of sunglasses…what the fuck was that all about? Still she was fun, loyal and had a great ass.
“What better way to cool off your skin.” Cool, dark and dreary weather was more her taste but a little…or a lot of sun never hurt. As the two walked down over to a Waikiki beach, Fantasia blue eyes scrolled along the scantily clad women baking in the sun. Boy, the amount of sunburns that would be reported today would be uncanny. She was sure her fur would fry in this weather. She was surprised she was even awake. Many wondered why she was unable to work nights, go or go clubbing. She had her secrets and one of those was at night…on a full moon she turned into friggin wolf. Yeah…a wolf.
Even though it only happened on the night of a full moon, she tended to stick in Phantasmagoria in the nighttime. They had their own club, restaurant and even a mini mall in the area. Only those who carried the tainted blood knew about it. Any humans or other that dared cross into their territory ever got out…alive that is.
The turquoise waters were calling her and that mini…mini black skirt she wore was off in a second. In the backpack hung over her shoulders, she had a change of clothes. She always did. Dropping it to the ground she chased her friend down to the water, giving her a hard shove in the back making her fall flat on her back (a familiar position) into the water.
“Feelin better sistah? You wanted to be cool so- UGH!” Before she could finish her sentence, her friend dragged her down with her into the water. Wait…was the water just as hot as the sun? No…no her imagination was playing tricks the water wasn’t ice cold but was much better than the hot concrete. Falling into a fit of laughter with her friend. Fantasia’s nostrils flared…she could smell others…and they were close and very unfamiliar. Unfamiliar wolves in this territory weren’t always welcomed…
“Well get used to it babe.” Fantasia spat her words at her friend as the two lovely ladies…-if you could even call them that with the type of employment they affiliated themselves with- baked in the scorching sun. She did agree with her friend though. A heat wave was passing through. They lived Leeward? Didn’t they? She could hardly remember. It was supposed to be the more rainy part of the stunning island but for the last two weeks, it had been dry as a bone. She could actually see the strawberry-kiwi lip-gloss melting before her eyes. Did that bird across the street just simultaneously combust? Shaking her head, making dark tendrils of silk float around her face…the strands that weren’t plastered, encased in sweat on her face and neck that is.
There was something about the heat that made it impossible to function. They weren’t working tonight. They were given a much needed break. Honestly, they had a pimp from heaven. He wasn’t really pimp just like that man that gave em money for stripping off their clothes and giving the occasional hand job, blow job and more if the man was desperate…erm…paid enough. Fantasia never fucked clients. Never ever…fucked. Nope…no fucking. She was degraded enough. That was what this vacation was for. A vacation from the sour taste she got into her mouth every time a dollar bill was shoved into her g-string. She did the work not because it was all she could but the money came in fast and in large sums. Yup, she was no chick trying to pay her way into medical school, while her two year old son paid mom would come home with some real food. She did it because…she could.
Strippers and whore were a group of soiled doves. Wow…that was a depressing thought.
“According to our local weather man the suns ain’t gonna let up anytime soon sitah. So enjoy it. Wanna head on down to Waikiki and do some swimming.”
“You always wanna swim…” Her friend muttered. Judy was her name, she came to the club about a year ago. Great stripper, real flexible. Possibly too materialistic for her own good…who the fuck needed a 100 dollar pair of sunglasses…what the fuck was that all about? Still she was fun, loyal and had a great ass.
“What better way to cool off your skin.” Cool, dark and dreary weather was more her taste but a little…or a lot of sun never hurt. As the two walked down over to a Waikiki beach, Fantasia blue eyes scrolled along the scantily clad women baking in the sun. Boy, the amount of sunburns that would be reported today would be uncanny. She was sure her fur would fry in this weather. She was surprised she was even awake. Many wondered why she was unable to work nights, go or go clubbing. She had her secrets and one of those was at night…on a full moon she turned into friggin wolf. Yeah…a wolf.
Even though it only happened on the night of a full moon, she tended to stick in Phantasmagoria in the nighttime. They had their own club, restaurant and even a mini mall in the area. Only those who carried the tainted blood knew about it. Any humans or other that dared cross into their territory ever got out…alive that is.
The turquoise waters were calling her and that mini…mini black skirt she wore was off in a second. In the backpack hung over her shoulders, she had a change of clothes. She always did. Dropping it to the ground she chased her friend down to the water, giving her a hard shove in the back making her fall flat on her back (a familiar position) into the water.
“Feelin better sistah? You wanted to be cool so- UGH!” Before she could finish her sentence, her friend dragged her down with her into the water. Wait…was the water just as hot as the sun? No…no her imagination was playing tricks the water wasn’t ice cold but was much better than the hot concrete. Falling into a fit of laughter with her friend. Fantasia’s nostrils flared…she could smell others…and they were close and very unfamiliar. Unfamiliar wolves in this territory weren’t always welcomed…
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