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Victoria “Tori” Sanders
21 years old
College Student: Studying how best to have the most fun!
Five foot eight inches, 140-145 pounds, C Cup breasts, Athletic build.
Blond – Green eyes, Freckled.
Tattoo on inner low left hip of a pitchfork with a devil tail. Covered by bikini/swim suit bottoms easily.
Hobbies: Soccer, Tennis, Swimming, Cheer Leader, Volley Ball, Hiking, Bicycling, Yoga, Aerobics, and gymnastics. Shopping, movies, dancing/clubbing and random road trips. Being Single!
Back ground:
Tori was an accident, plain and simple. Her parents had only wanted one child and they got their perfect one first. That would be her brother, Thomas. He was eight years older than her and ‘the most perfect child ever born’. It’s nauseating how perfect he was and is. He excelled at everything he ever set his mind to do or whatever their parents wanted him to do. And she, well she was the rebel from day one. She never slept on schedule, she never ate what they wanted her to, she didn’t dress right, or speak right. If she were told to walk, she ran. If she were told no, she threw a fit until they gave in anyway, just to shut her up! She learned quickly how to manipulate to get her way and get things from her parents, since love wasn’t something they had time to give to her. Sure, they were well off and she had pretty things, but growing up all she wanted was to be told they were proud of her too. That they loved her for who she is, not scold her for not being what they wanted her to be. If she wanted attention, she had to fight for it and fighting she did well.
Her mother wasn’t a woman who wanted children exactly. She did her duty with providing her spouse with an heir, Thomas. So, when Tori came along, there was no interest there what so ever. Her father wasn’t nearly so bad, but he was brow beat by their mother, controlled so completely that he had to sneak around her to do nice things for Tori. To which her mother would make him pay for later with the nagging. “You’re going to spoil her, Jon!”
Her father is Jonathan Thomas Sanders, Senator. Yeah, that one. Of New York. Her mother is Amanda Lorraine Solmerston - Sanders of Georgia. Yeah, southern belle of some ridiculously old plantation and family name.. blah blah blah! Uptight nag is a better name for her! Of course whenever she says something like that Thomas gets all butt hurt over mommy dearest being insulted. Ass kisser. Tori is named after her grandmother, Victoria, who has an equally long ridiculous pretentious name, and rarely ever recalled exactly what that is.. To which also makes mother angry. Dad will do anything for her, Mom on the other hand will not. Granted, if it doesn’t embarrass the family name. They wanted her to go to this finishing school for Ladies, and private schooling when Dad took up office, all of which she adamantly denied, fought and rebelled against. Thomas went along, probably just to make their lives easier. Boring. Quiet.. Uninvolved! They wanted perfect little adults, not children. Thomas complied, she could not.
Current Situation: Cancun Jail. – Spring Break 2018
Wasted. Completely and utterly, wasted! There is no memory of what happened after, oh say about three O’clock this afternoon. Just, a hazy blur of wild times, loud music, and so much fucking alcohol! Brett and Janice had talked me into going to Cancun for spring break instead of home to hell. Chartered a flight and off we went! No one wanted to be home in that mausoleum they called a home, can’t even recall the last time Thomas came home. Well, Christmas with his new girlfriend. The girl was so uptight, she could press pennies with her ass cheeks! Really! Stick some copper between her uptight ass and say something un-lady-like. Watch! Her eyes bug out like a fucking pug’s do and I swear to god, they are going to pop out one of these days! WHAT does Thomas see in her!? Think her name is Karmen, with a K, not a C. Twit.. Just a dense, dumb as a door knob, twit. And of course, mother approves of Karmen with a K, as Karmen is also one of those Georgia southern belle freaks. We could go on and on about Karmen.. Katherine.. What ever the fuck her name is! But let’s not and say we did, okay? Moving on!
“Miss. Sanders, we’re keeping you here until your family arrives..” ushered into a cell but thankfully one to myself and no risk of a dyke trying to get into my pants. Though, it might be fun if she isn’t as old as my mom. A bubble of laughter echoes in the cinderblock cell, and to the cool bench I lie down, pressing my cheek and trying to cool off. I should be cold, wearing a tiny little flora bikini and flip-flops but I feel hot from head to toe. Not sure why, and I heard someone mention drugs, but that wasn’t about me! I don’t DO drugs. Sure, I drink a little. I smoked a bowl a couple of weeks back with the guys after a game, but drugs? Pppphhhhshaw! Not THIS girl!
Little did I know that Brett had slid his stash into my bag at the club when he saw the police coming in. I was so out of it and Janice had snuck off to the bathroom, had yet to even return when Brett left me at the table. Someone had slipped me something, maybe even Brett as the night had worn on and the amps were cranked through the fucking roof! The place was packed, bodies so tight together than I could feel so many hard cocks through out the five hours of dancing and drinking, pressing to my ass that I was more than in the mood to fuck. Until that last drink and then the room kind of blurred off into some weird altered state of reality for me. Cops found the drugs and took me in, mostly speaking in a language I didn’t understand, and God help me, I couldn’t see a damned thing clearly to save my soul! I smiled though and gave them my name. They called my Father but got his assistant who then pulled my father from an important dinner to whisper about his wild daughter being busted down in Cancun.
This led to a chain of events that interrupted Thomas’ week off of work, with our father asking him to discretely go to Cancun and pick up his sister. Me. A small private plane was waiting, would take him down and us back home in less than twelve hours, in time for Thomas to get home for his planned dinner with Katherine, with a K. All under the radar, all safe and hopefully publicity free! Dad couldn’t talk details over the phone, but he would make contact from home later with Thomas and explain more. If it wasn’t urgent and important, of course Dad wouldn’t have asked. Thomas of course can’t say no, not after hearing how strained Dad’s voice is on the phone and the hush-hush manner in which it is being not-spoken of over insecure lines.. THAT is bad.
One fucking AM in the morning, Thomas lands and is picked up by the chief of Police at the small air strip. The Pilot is out and hands the chief over a rather hefty black bag of something to which is put into the trunk before Thomas is taken to the jail. At the side door, they open when the car lights swing past it and two officers are holding Tori up between them. One flip-flop is missing, and she is passed out cold. They help load her into the back seat and strap her in as Thomas is shown to the other side and handed the small beach bag Tori had been carrying with her, minus the pills and opioids. They say nothing, as they aren’t technically here and neither is Tori. Her arrest sheet is handed over to Thomas and they are then taken to Tori’s small rental room to grab her things already coincidently packed and waiting. It is clear they all want her off their beach and home, a not too subtle “don’t let her come back here” is said at the air strip as the chief hands the pilot Tori’s luggage, beach bag and then helps Thomas get her unconscious form into the small single engine plane.
“Have a safe trip home, Mr. Smith..” The chief says in a cold, dry tone before he steps back and waits for the plane to leave.
Hour and a Half out – Open Ocean
Thomas had her bag out, working in limited space and bumpy ride to try and get her into a pair of sweats. He had managed to throw a sweater on over her head and get her arms in, once he noticed how badly she was shivering. The pants were another matter entirely, and rather difficult to do too, especially every few minutes the damned plane was shaking violently. The fasten seat belts icon lit up, not like they didn’t know to be strapped in to begin with. Tori managed to wake up at all the damned jostling about, grabbed for a yellow bundle of something rubber to put under her head and flopped over side ways into Thomas’ lap. The words “pull” danced before her groggy eyes, but it made a nice, hard temporary pillow.
“I’m gonna be sick..” moaned out in utter agony, her stomach was poised to toss contents all over the fucking place. She managed to lift up enough so that Thomas could tug on her sweats before she passed out again. Thankfully so, at least she wasn’t up-chucking her stomach contents in the rollercoaster ride. After a good ten minutes of wrestling with her limp body, Thomas had her dressed and strapped back in to the seat beside him. She had a life raft under her head for a pillow and a beach towel as a blanket, and slumped over in Thomas’ lap, softly snoring away. Wasn’t even a half hour later that she was awake again, wondering where she was, how she got there and why she was in her brother’s lap? “Thomas?”
“Who else would it be, Victoria?”
God, I hate it when he calls me that! Head is pounding fiercely, and she cannot help but ask, “Where’s Karmen?” Not like this small plane would hold all three of them but she had expected to see his leech there too, just so she could be smug and hateful towards Tori.
“Katherine.” He corrected loudly, trying to be heard over the noise and clearly annoyed with his sister. Not that she cared, hung over and this flight left much to be desired as it kept plunging and lifting, rocking and trying to correct! What the fuck did this pilot fly them into!?
“I don’t feel so good, Tommy..” Came out in a groan as she rests to his shoulder, her loud voice near puncturing his ear drum.
“Thomas, Victoria!” He hated when she called him Tommy, not sure why it bothered him so much and WHY he couldn’t call her Tori! The entire family had a stick up their butts over EVERYTHING to do with enjoying life. No nick Names, no silliness, no FUN. Always be you best, look your best, behave like Jacky Kennedy.. Fuck sake! Thomas is 29 years old! And he acts like a god damned relic from the 40’s! “And you’re wasted, what did you expect?” He shouts over the noise, jostling so hard that his long arms reached out to brace to roof and side of the small plane.
Whatever she was going to say was lost the second the plane was struck by lightening and went dark, to suddenly start plummeting from the black sky. Her stomach dropped, head bouncing off the side of the plane effectively cut off her startled scream and knocked her out.
“May day! May Day! Echo Charlie One Four Six..” The pilot was hailing anyone with ears on, fighting to keep the plane out of a nose dive, trying to restart the engine, only managing to pull up just enough to possibly land level. Couldn’t see a damned thing in the rolling ocean waters and flashes of brief light. No land in sight, no answer on the radio. Plane began to roll to one side but took a nose dive into the high waves of the storm. Crushing the nose, ripping off the left wing and door before it came flat and began to slowly sink.. She hit something hard, and thankfully, she went out yet again.
“Victoria! Wake up!” Shaking, and cold, wet! What? Why the hell is she wet?
“Look at me!” Commanding tone, almost desperate with fear, fingers tapping at her cheek. But she didn’t want to wake up! She wanted to sleep! A loud pop sound came and hiss, her seat belt yanked off and she was suddenly inhaling salt water! “Come on, Tori, open your eyes!” Cheeks mashed in strong fingers, those blue eyes came open and found Thomas’ peering right back. “We got to swim to the raft, I need you to try damn it, I can’t haul you out on my own..” more likely he didn’t want her to sleep or lose consciousness..
“Okay, Tommy..” Lapping her wet lips, she tried to nod but God did it hurt! She could taste blood in her mouth, feel the throb in her forehead but couldn’t see a damned thing! She wasn’t a hell of a lot of help but she tried to swim. Disoriented, hurting, cold and hung over it was a fucking miracle she managed to swim after Thomas as he lept from the craft to the water and swam after the raft rope. Clinging to the side of the sinking plane, she turn to the interior of the plane and the slumped pilot. “Thomas? The pilot?” Turning to go back in, she was grabbed from behind by a strong arm and hauled the opposite way. “The pilot…” Swallowing more water, she coughed and fought to breathe as water shot down the wrong pipe! He managed to get her ass into the raft, to lie on the bottom, hacking and coughing up before she passed back out. The pilot was dead, died on impact but she couldn’t see the man’s expression and blood to know that.
Victoria “Tori” Sanders
21 years old
College Student: Studying how best to have the most fun!
Five foot eight inches, 140-145 pounds, C Cup breasts, Athletic build.
Blond – Green eyes, Freckled.
Tattoo on inner low left hip of a pitchfork with a devil tail. Covered by bikini/swim suit bottoms easily.
Hobbies: Soccer, Tennis, Swimming, Cheer Leader, Volley Ball, Hiking, Bicycling, Yoga, Aerobics, and gymnastics. Shopping, movies, dancing/clubbing and random road trips. Being Single!
Back ground:
Tori was an accident, plain and simple. Her parents had only wanted one child and they got their perfect one first. That would be her brother, Thomas. He was eight years older than her and ‘the most perfect child ever born’. It’s nauseating how perfect he was and is. He excelled at everything he ever set his mind to do or whatever their parents wanted him to do. And she, well she was the rebel from day one. She never slept on schedule, she never ate what they wanted her to, she didn’t dress right, or speak right. If she were told to walk, she ran. If she were told no, she threw a fit until they gave in anyway, just to shut her up! She learned quickly how to manipulate to get her way and get things from her parents, since love wasn’t something they had time to give to her. Sure, they were well off and she had pretty things, but growing up all she wanted was to be told they were proud of her too. That they loved her for who she is, not scold her for not being what they wanted her to be. If she wanted attention, she had to fight for it and fighting she did well.
Her mother wasn’t a woman who wanted children exactly. She did her duty with providing her spouse with an heir, Thomas. So, when Tori came along, there was no interest there what so ever. Her father wasn’t nearly so bad, but he was brow beat by their mother, controlled so completely that he had to sneak around her to do nice things for Tori. To which her mother would make him pay for later with the nagging. “You’re going to spoil her, Jon!”
Her father is Jonathan Thomas Sanders, Senator. Yeah, that one. Of New York. Her mother is Amanda Lorraine Solmerston - Sanders of Georgia. Yeah, southern belle of some ridiculously old plantation and family name.. blah blah blah! Uptight nag is a better name for her! Of course whenever she says something like that Thomas gets all butt hurt over mommy dearest being insulted. Ass kisser. Tori is named after her grandmother, Victoria, who has an equally long ridiculous pretentious name, and rarely ever recalled exactly what that is.. To which also makes mother angry. Dad will do anything for her, Mom on the other hand will not. Granted, if it doesn’t embarrass the family name. They wanted her to go to this finishing school for Ladies, and private schooling when Dad took up office, all of which she adamantly denied, fought and rebelled against. Thomas went along, probably just to make their lives easier. Boring. Quiet.. Uninvolved! They wanted perfect little adults, not children. Thomas complied, she could not.
Current Situation: Cancun Jail. – Spring Break 2018
Wasted. Completely and utterly, wasted! There is no memory of what happened after, oh say about three O’clock this afternoon. Just, a hazy blur of wild times, loud music, and so much fucking alcohol! Brett and Janice had talked me into going to Cancun for spring break instead of home to hell. Chartered a flight and off we went! No one wanted to be home in that mausoleum they called a home, can’t even recall the last time Thomas came home. Well, Christmas with his new girlfriend. The girl was so uptight, she could press pennies with her ass cheeks! Really! Stick some copper between her uptight ass and say something un-lady-like. Watch! Her eyes bug out like a fucking pug’s do and I swear to god, they are going to pop out one of these days! WHAT does Thomas see in her!? Think her name is Karmen, with a K, not a C. Twit.. Just a dense, dumb as a door knob, twit. And of course, mother approves of Karmen with a K, as Karmen is also one of those Georgia southern belle freaks. We could go on and on about Karmen.. Katherine.. What ever the fuck her name is! But let’s not and say we did, okay? Moving on!
“Miss. Sanders, we’re keeping you here until your family arrives..” ushered into a cell but thankfully one to myself and no risk of a dyke trying to get into my pants. Though, it might be fun if she isn’t as old as my mom. A bubble of laughter echoes in the cinderblock cell, and to the cool bench I lie down, pressing my cheek and trying to cool off. I should be cold, wearing a tiny little flora bikini and flip-flops but I feel hot from head to toe. Not sure why, and I heard someone mention drugs, but that wasn’t about me! I don’t DO drugs. Sure, I drink a little. I smoked a bowl a couple of weeks back with the guys after a game, but drugs? Pppphhhhshaw! Not THIS girl!
Little did I know that Brett had slid his stash into my bag at the club when he saw the police coming in. I was so out of it and Janice had snuck off to the bathroom, had yet to even return when Brett left me at the table. Someone had slipped me something, maybe even Brett as the night had worn on and the amps were cranked through the fucking roof! The place was packed, bodies so tight together than I could feel so many hard cocks through out the five hours of dancing and drinking, pressing to my ass that I was more than in the mood to fuck. Until that last drink and then the room kind of blurred off into some weird altered state of reality for me. Cops found the drugs and took me in, mostly speaking in a language I didn’t understand, and God help me, I couldn’t see a damned thing clearly to save my soul! I smiled though and gave them my name. They called my Father but got his assistant who then pulled my father from an important dinner to whisper about his wild daughter being busted down in Cancun.
This led to a chain of events that interrupted Thomas’ week off of work, with our father asking him to discretely go to Cancun and pick up his sister. Me. A small private plane was waiting, would take him down and us back home in less than twelve hours, in time for Thomas to get home for his planned dinner with Katherine, with a K. All under the radar, all safe and hopefully publicity free! Dad couldn’t talk details over the phone, but he would make contact from home later with Thomas and explain more. If it wasn’t urgent and important, of course Dad wouldn’t have asked. Thomas of course can’t say no, not after hearing how strained Dad’s voice is on the phone and the hush-hush manner in which it is being not-spoken of over insecure lines.. THAT is bad.
One fucking AM in the morning, Thomas lands and is picked up by the chief of Police at the small air strip. The Pilot is out and hands the chief over a rather hefty black bag of something to which is put into the trunk before Thomas is taken to the jail. At the side door, they open when the car lights swing past it and two officers are holding Tori up between them. One flip-flop is missing, and she is passed out cold. They help load her into the back seat and strap her in as Thomas is shown to the other side and handed the small beach bag Tori had been carrying with her, minus the pills and opioids. They say nothing, as they aren’t technically here and neither is Tori. Her arrest sheet is handed over to Thomas and they are then taken to Tori’s small rental room to grab her things already coincidently packed and waiting. It is clear they all want her off their beach and home, a not too subtle “don’t let her come back here” is said at the air strip as the chief hands the pilot Tori’s luggage, beach bag and then helps Thomas get her unconscious form into the small single engine plane.
“Have a safe trip home, Mr. Smith..” The chief says in a cold, dry tone before he steps back and waits for the plane to leave.
Hour and a Half out – Open Ocean
Thomas had her bag out, working in limited space and bumpy ride to try and get her into a pair of sweats. He had managed to throw a sweater on over her head and get her arms in, once he noticed how badly she was shivering. The pants were another matter entirely, and rather difficult to do too, especially every few minutes the damned plane was shaking violently. The fasten seat belts icon lit up, not like they didn’t know to be strapped in to begin with. Tori managed to wake up at all the damned jostling about, grabbed for a yellow bundle of something rubber to put under her head and flopped over side ways into Thomas’ lap. The words “pull” danced before her groggy eyes, but it made a nice, hard temporary pillow.
“I’m gonna be sick..” moaned out in utter agony, her stomach was poised to toss contents all over the fucking place. She managed to lift up enough so that Thomas could tug on her sweats before she passed out again. Thankfully so, at least she wasn’t up-chucking her stomach contents in the rollercoaster ride. After a good ten minutes of wrestling with her limp body, Thomas had her dressed and strapped back in to the seat beside him. She had a life raft under her head for a pillow and a beach towel as a blanket, and slumped over in Thomas’ lap, softly snoring away. Wasn’t even a half hour later that she was awake again, wondering where she was, how she got there and why she was in her brother’s lap? “Thomas?”
“Who else would it be, Victoria?”
God, I hate it when he calls me that! Head is pounding fiercely, and she cannot help but ask, “Where’s Karmen?” Not like this small plane would hold all three of them but she had expected to see his leech there too, just so she could be smug and hateful towards Tori.
“Katherine.” He corrected loudly, trying to be heard over the noise and clearly annoyed with his sister. Not that she cared, hung over and this flight left much to be desired as it kept plunging and lifting, rocking and trying to correct! What the fuck did this pilot fly them into!?
“I don’t feel so good, Tommy..” Came out in a groan as she rests to his shoulder, her loud voice near puncturing his ear drum.
“Thomas, Victoria!” He hated when she called him Tommy, not sure why it bothered him so much and WHY he couldn’t call her Tori! The entire family had a stick up their butts over EVERYTHING to do with enjoying life. No nick Names, no silliness, no FUN. Always be you best, look your best, behave like Jacky Kennedy.. Fuck sake! Thomas is 29 years old! And he acts like a god damned relic from the 40’s! “And you’re wasted, what did you expect?” He shouts over the noise, jostling so hard that his long arms reached out to brace to roof and side of the small plane.
Whatever she was going to say was lost the second the plane was struck by lightening and went dark, to suddenly start plummeting from the black sky. Her stomach dropped, head bouncing off the side of the plane effectively cut off her startled scream and knocked her out.
“May day! May Day! Echo Charlie One Four Six..” The pilot was hailing anyone with ears on, fighting to keep the plane out of a nose dive, trying to restart the engine, only managing to pull up just enough to possibly land level. Couldn’t see a damned thing in the rolling ocean waters and flashes of brief light. No land in sight, no answer on the radio. Plane began to roll to one side but took a nose dive into the high waves of the storm. Crushing the nose, ripping off the left wing and door before it came flat and began to slowly sink.. She hit something hard, and thankfully, she went out yet again.
“Victoria! Wake up!” Shaking, and cold, wet! What? Why the hell is she wet?
“Look at me!” Commanding tone, almost desperate with fear, fingers tapping at her cheek. But she didn’t want to wake up! She wanted to sleep! A loud pop sound came and hiss, her seat belt yanked off and she was suddenly inhaling salt water! “Come on, Tori, open your eyes!” Cheeks mashed in strong fingers, those blue eyes came open and found Thomas’ peering right back. “We got to swim to the raft, I need you to try damn it, I can’t haul you out on my own..” more likely he didn’t want her to sleep or lose consciousness..
“Okay, Tommy..” Lapping her wet lips, she tried to nod but God did it hurt! She could taste blood in her mouth, feel the throb in her forehead but couldn’t see a damned thing! She wasn’t a hell of a lot of help but she tried to swim. Disoriented, hurting, cold and hung over it was a fucking miracle she managed to swim after Thomas as he lept from the craft to the water and swam after the raft rope. Clinging to the side of the sinking plane, she turn to the interior of the plane and the slumped pilot. “Thomas? The pilot?” Turning to go back in, she was grabbed from behind by a strong arm and hauled the opposite way. “The pilot…” Swallowing more water, she coughed and fought to breathe as water shot down the wrong pipe! He managed to get her ass into the raft, to lie on the bottom, hacking and coughing up before she passed back out. The pilot was dead, died on impact but she couldn’t see the man’s expression and blood to know that.