Twisted Vacation

Twisted Vacation
Chapter 2

Ah, yes...good old chapter 2. Probably one of my shitter pieces. Just get through it, you'll be glad later on.


Disclaimer:
I don't own these characters. If I did, I'd be much happier...
They're all property of Tecmo and that DOA Extreme Beach Volleyball Game Thing...


I bit down, hard, and snapped the toothbrush in two. Calmly, I put the small boxes of
menstrual relief pills back inside the larger one, returned the top, and tossed it out the
window, oblivious of where it might fall and who on.

That bastard...I made up my mind not to sink down to his level...yet...

I spit out the rest of the minty fresh toothpaste and tossed the upper half of the brush
away. 'I'll just buy another one tomorrow' I thought. I crawled into bed, covered
myself with the satin sheets and big fluffy blanket, and rested my head on the red silk
pillows. Sleep came easy for me, but not without playing the entire day of events over in
my head.

~~~

I woke up to a knock on the bedroom door the next morning, and answered it with a
mumbled 'come in'. It was the same boy from the night before, and he was carrying a
covered plate. Whatever it was, the smell quickly traveled across the room and into my
nostrils.

"Blueberry pancakes, just as you ordered, ma'am." I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and
opened them wider than before.

"Huh? I didn't order anything..."

"Nonsense, I took the call myself, ma'am. Maybe it's the sleep talking for you? I'd be
glad to dispose of them if you'd like." But my stomach made a small, grumbling sound
as if in protest.

"No...that's fine, thanks."

"Anytime, ma'am." I sat up and he put the silver tray in my lap. On it was a plate of stacked
pancakes covered with whipped cream, maple syrup, and a small piece of butter; a glass of
orange juice, and another of milk stood next to the plate.

"Is there anything else I may help you with?" Geez, how attention-starved were these people?

"Oh, yes, actually. I need a new toothbrush, mine is broken. Where can I buy one?"

"Buy? Nonsense, I'll have one delivered shortly. No harm done to you, I should hope?" I
almost laughed at how far backwards they bent over to make sure you were alright.

"Heh, none. I'm fine, thank you." He bowed.

"Will that be all, ma'am?"

"It will." He bowed again.

"Good day, ma'am." And he shut the door behind him.

'Zack really is stupid if he thinks this is going to make me like him' I thought to myself. The
warm aroma of the pancakes filled my lungs again, and my mouth watered heavily before
I had even picked up the fork. Rays of late morning sunshine poured through the window
behind me, and the half-opened blinds casted rows of shadows on my bed. I spread the
small piece of butter slowly over the top pancake, making sure to get every bit. Torturing
myself only led to a better feeling in the end. I picked at the fluffy pancakes slowly and
shoved them in my mouth - they almost dissolved without me chewing them.

I finished the stack quickly, faster than I should have, along with the milk and o.j. and set
the tray on the nightstand where housekeeping could have easy access to it.

~~~

I went down to the pool dressed in a green bikini and sunglasses, carrying a towel and
bottle of lotion, and chose a seat next to the only person there - Christie.

"Hi Christie." She tilted her head to look at me through black sunglasses, the same shade
as her swimsuit.

"Hey there...did you enjoy your late breakfast?" I stopped shuffling my things and looked
at her strangely.

"Those were from you?" 'Why?' I thought.

"Heh heh" came a brief chuckle as she ran a hand back through her storm-white hair. "You
looked a little tense yesterday. I thought maybe you might like a little surprise, that's all."
I smiled and laughed a little nervously.

"Ohh, thank you. They were really good."

"Ah, don't mention it." I lay down on the reclining chair and laughed again a minute later.

"Hahaha, and this whole time, I thought they were from Zack." I told her about my little
gift from him the night before, and how he was getting on my nerves.

"Hmm...Zack is still an immature little boy, he doesn't know what he wants or how to get it.
Just try to ignore him and have fun while this lasts."

It was good to know that someone felt the same way as I did...even though I was sure most
of the other girls hated his guts too.

We laid out there for a long while, soaking up the blazing sun. Christie turned onto her
tummy, leaving the skin of her back exposed.

"Lei-Fang?" Can you rub down my back for me? I'll do yours if you need it too."

"Yeah, sure." I walked over to her, squirted some of the white lotion onto my hands, and
reached down to the skin of her lightly tanned back. Before I got to it, she undid the strap
on her top and let them fall to her sides, leaving a lighter line going horizontally across. I
spread the lotion over her smooth flesh and felt her tight muscles relax as my fingers
increased pressure. She kept her arms folded under her head and moaned every few stokes.
I don't know why I kept going, maybe because I like helping other people feel good.
Whatever it was, I'd need a really good and really fake excuse to use more of the white stuff:
her skin had soaked it all up. She didn't seem to mind that I gave her more than was needed,
and thanked me when I finished.

"OK, your turn" she said, and refastened her bikini strap. I forced the chair to recline all the
way and laid face-down to let her go to work. My hands found the clasp on the back of my
top and undid it to make her job easier, the same as she did for me. My head rested on folded
arms, and she sat on my lower back.

The instant her fingers touched my back, I was reminded of my waking the day before on the
beach. The hands - they felt the same...no, they WERE the same...the ones that brushed for
only a second on my own...

How could the hands of an assassin be so....so warm? So welcoming? So comforting??? And
the way she worked them from my neck and upper shoulders all the way down to my lower
back...I could never dream of learning the technique that she used to work the lotion into my
skin.

Helpless, and straining to hold them up, I let my arms fall down to the sides and shut my
eyes. It was almost as if she was trying to give me a massage, rather than prevent a possible
sunburn. She'd push harder at the exact spots that needed it, and would push the flesh and
pull it back in others.

I couldn't resist, I never thought I'd feel this good outside of the office of a Chinese
chiropractor...Christie had just proved me wrong. She seemed to know right where the tense
spots were, and would make them even weaker than the shower and hot-tub.

Long, pleasure-filled moans poured from my lips while I savored the feelings stirring within
and wished to keel them forever. Unfortunately, she finished her task shorter than I expected,
even though it was an awfully long time to spread sunscreen.

"There ya go" she said, and got up off of me, totally unaware of how I felt....or could she tell?

"Thanks..." I managed to mumble, my body still limp with lingering pleasure. I kept my eyes
closed and decided to rest in the sunlight in order to work on my back tan...I doubt I could
have walked properly anyways.

~~~

The time passed by, and I got up to stretch. Thankfully, my muscles all worked alright.

"Hungry?" Christie asked. I rubbed my tummy.

"Yes, actually. You?"

"Hmm...I could use a bite. Let's go."

Zack's restaurant had a very wide variety of foods from all over the world - the chefs could
make about anything you asked them to. I had been craving sushi for a while so I ordered
that. Christie went for a big plate of chow mien, egg rolls, and dumplings.

The waiter brought us our plates at the same time, a guy probably in his mid-twenties, and
asked in the same way as all the other brainwashed males on this island: "Is there anything
else I can get for you, ma'am?"

Christie chewed on an egg roll while I sipped on my soda through a straw. "Some guys are so
dumb" she said with a full mouth, hoping that someone would hear. Was she a feminist? Or
just as annoyed as I was? She sure did have a lot of courage to say something like that so
loudly. We ate in silence for a while, until about halfway through the meal when I just HAD to
say something.

"You seem interested in many aspects of the Chinese culture" I said without thinking. She
looked up at me with the tips of her chopsticks in her mouth and a long, brown noodle
hanging down to her chin. She sucked it up into her mouth before speaking.

"I've been fascinated with it ever since I went there for the first time...it was my trainer's idea,
since he taught me a Chinese fighting style to kill with. How'd you know?" To me, the answer
was obvious.

"Well, there's your fighting style, as you just mentioned. Then there's the mas-- er..." I caught
myself, "when you put the lotion on my back...it seemed like a familiar technique. And now
you're eating Chinese food." She smiled and licked off all of whatever the greasy stuff was that
the noodles left behind.

"Just a little something I picked up last time I was there."

"What's that? Killing people?" I knew that she was referring to the 'massage' technique, but we
laughed anyways and I gave her a quick wink. "Can I try one of the egg rolls?"

Christie broke one in half and brought a piece of the crunchy, steaming wrap up to my face,
which I quickly put my mouth around. She pushed it in, including some of her finger, and I made
sure to suck it clean for her with a smile.

Those same, icy blue eyes gazed into my brown ones, and her face had that smirky look on it that
she so rarely showed to others. It almost looked seductive as she removed her finger slowly from
my mouth and ate the other half of the roll. I had to remind myself to chew on the piece still inside
before it burned my tongue.

"How is it?"

"It's alright..." I said, in a tone that would suggest that it could be better. "I thought the food here
would be at least somewhat authentic."

"Yeah, the chow mien isn't so great either. And the sushi?" I looked down at my unfinished tuna
hand-roll and made a face.

"They must be on drugs, there's much better than to be had here." We both giggled.

"Oh well" she said nonchalantly. "Not like we're paying." It was obvious that she purposely rose
her voice high enough for the chefs to hear, and looked at them through the corner of her eye.
"Come on, let's go tell Zack about the trash that his restaurant's serving."

I couldn't believe she said that! But still...it was funny enough to make me go red in the face and
hold in laughter. The sushi chef picked up his knife like he was going to throw it, but returned it
when Christie threw one of those evil glares that she did so well. She looked back and said:

"Lei-Fang...your face is bright red!" I shook my head, pony tails batting at my face, grabbed her
hand in mine, and pulled her out the door. When we were finally out, I let the laughter rush freely
from my lungs.

"Christie! That was mean!" I managed to say in between laughs.

"Yeah, but it's the truth. And YOU shouldn't mind, look how red you are!" She even cracked a smile
herself. I couldn't believe someone would act so serious about something like that.

When my laughter subsided, we walked to the beach, talking about random things until we reached
the shore.

"Haven't had a swim in a wh she she said. "Do you know how to bodysurf?"

"Eh..." I looked out at the sapphire blue waves beginning to form far away...getting bigger and bigger
as they got closer, until they finally broke on themselves. "Not really. I've never tried." She stared
at the endless repetition of the waves, washing on shore and pulling themselves back out.

"Hmm..." she mumbled. "That's fine. Come on, I'll teach you." She latched onto my wrist and ran out
to the water.

"Christie! Wait!" But it was too late. She had a firm grip on me and I could already feel my knees
getting wet. A cold shock shot up and my legs locked in place, but Christie didn't realize this and kept
pulling until I fell forward. I pushed myself up and hugged my arms around my chest, teeth chattering.

"Oops....sorry." She didn't seem affected by the low temperature on her legs, and fully submerged
herself.

Christie came back up and shook her head off, spraying me with only more of the cold liquid. I froze,
unable to move anything but my mouth.

"Come on, Perky." she beckoned, noticing my chest and the two nubs poking out.

"It's freezing" was what came in between clicks.

"No, you just have to get used to it. You can swim, right?" I nodded. "Then do it."

She swam out, and I forced myself to follow her out to the deeper water. It was slow at first, but my
blood got flowing again and it wasn't so bad. She was right: once you got used to it, it was tolerable.
Happiness showed on her face when we were together again.

"Any better?"

"Yeah."

The water seemed calm for a few seconds, but I could squint in the sunlight and see large blue bodies
rising in the distance.

"OK, all you have to do is paddle with the wave right before it breaks. It's easy, try it with me." She ran
a hand back through her hair to keep it from obstructing her view. We waited for one to come, and she
yelled "swim!" when it reached us. I did as she said...but couldn't catch it with her, so she came back
to me.

"I think you went too late. Try again on the next one."

So I did, but I couldn't get myself to be carried towards shore like her.

"Humm.......maybe it's your technique. Try kicking and stroking harder, like this." She gave me a quick
demonstration, and I noted my errors. "Make big strokes, but fast as well. See?" I nodded.

I tried again on the next wave....'Almost!' I told myself. I was determined to get it down on that day. I
had to - I was so close. I never thought it could be such a good work-out, but just trying to catch one
was surprisingly fun.

"That was better. You're getting close, your technique is good...just try to control your timing a little
more."

I waited, again, for the next wave to come up on me, and stroked hard right as it curved over above me...

Yes! I was doing it! I felt myself being lifted and carried off with the water. I didn't have to stroke
anymore, and straightened my arms to my sides. It carried me to the shore, just like all the others did. It
was about time. I continued to pick up speed, and a sense of accomplishment came over me. Christie
was cheering behind me, though it was faint due to the loud crashing of the waves.

I really was proud of myself, until Hitomi suddenly came into my field of vision and took most of the
force from our collision...