“This trip has been a waste!” Jennifer said to herself
as she signaled to the bartender for a refill on the
drink.
Go to the Club Med on Martinique, the travel agent had
said. Its one big party with great guys all over the
place. Seven days of fun and sun.
Well she’d been here four days and all the guys he’s
met were wither hopeless jerks or ego tripping jocks
looking for an easy lay. If she wanted to meet guys
like that she could’ve stayed home.
“Excuse me, mind if I sit here?” said a voice from
behind Jennifer.
Looking up, Jennifer saw the voice belonged to a tall
woman of about 30, dark haired and Eurasian in her
features. She wore a small bikini top which barely
contained her 36″ breasts and a short blue skirt.
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