Authors: Jane Prescott
“I was wondering, after the ribbon cutting thing today, or whatever goes on, if you were busy tonight. Or if you had any plans or anything like that.”
Bell looked like she didn't know what to do at first. It was probably a first for her as well, that a man that had just shared her with another man would then try to spend time with her in a romantic sense after that.
“Well, I guess, nothing really . . .” Bell trailed off this time.
Jerry wasn't sure what to say, so instead he switched seats so he was sitting with Bell and held her hand. She kept looking out the window nervously. Jerry glanced back at Dillard who gave him a knowing smile. Pat had been right, the front range was growing smaller and Jerry wanted to get out of the game they were playing. He wanted to cash out and be with a beautiful woman and keep Dillard as a friend. He hoped Dillard would understand, already knowing that he would. Hell, Jerry figured, Dillard will probably want to come with me!
The bank was starting to sound less of an option in his head as they approached it, and could see it with their eyes. There were other things they could be. They could be policemen for all anyone here was concerned. They pretty much were already, even if it was just by happenstance and nothing else that drove them to do what they did. When they got to the bank everyone gathered around to watch Bell cut the ribbon. Right before she cut it she paused and smiled big at Jerry.
Afterward there was a party, and the rest of Bell's and Jerry's life together. Dillard and Jerry would become officers of the law after that, and their reputation would help keep the front range peaceful for decades to come. The bank prospered and in turn brought a great economic boom to the area. Everyone was happy, especially Sheriff Pat. Without Jerry and Dillard running around stirring everything up trouble could be handled at the old Sheriff's pace, which was one that went slow but never stopped.
THE END
Ally always looked forward to spring break. It was one of those things that had been ingrained in her mind since she was very little, like Christmas or her birthday. But this time around was different. It was her freshman year of college and she was looking forward to going to Cancun and partying like a rock star. Ally knew that she'd end up drinking all of her skinny friends under the table. She had an advantage because she was a bigger girl who liked to drink, so she could really hold her liquor. It was a double edged sword, though, since being a plus-sized woman meant that she would be wearing a single piece swim suit. Not that she didn't turn heads as a big girl, not at all. Her giant tits and ass helped definitely drew in attention, not to mention her soft brown hair, blue eyes, and a face like Betty Paige. Just because she was bigger didn't mean that she was easy by any means, and she was already thinking about how she would make guys work for it at spring break. There was always the usual, make them pay for all her drinks, but she really wanted some entertainment.
“Ally,” a voice from somewhere faraway said to her. “Ally, are you there?”
It was her professor. Suddenly she was out of her head and back in Composition 101. How long had she been day dreaming for? There was no way of knowing. Ally looked at her professor with an apologetic expression.
“Are you with us now, Ally?” the professor said before turning back to the white board. “All right, now that I've brought you all back from your delusions of grandeur inspired by the upcoming spring break, let’s get back to the five paragraph essay.”
Ally looked around the room to see if anyone was snickering at her expense, but everyone was either looking out the window, down at their desk, or at their cell phones. It was the last class before spring break, the Friday afternoon before festivities began. No one was really with it today, and it showed. Ally wondered how many other students had been called out by the teacher for daydreaming. As she watched him scribble notes on the board, she wondered how much more time she would have to waste sitting here in class when she could be out on a beach in Mexico, drinking and flirting with boys. Just when she thought she couldn't take it anymore, the bell rang.
“All right everyone,” her professor said. “Since I'm the nicest teacher in the world, I won't assign any homework to be done while you're away on spring break. But please, for the love of God, try to look over a few essays on the internet. Maybe read a book. While I know that most of you think you'll get a job in some high profile law firm, or whatever lie they are pushing on television these days, there is a good chance that you won't.”
Everyone got up and started to collect their things while the instructor droned on at the front of the class.
“You just might have to sell yourself to an employer, and by that I mean convince them that you are worth their time; and not just their time, but their money. This might include you sending them a cover letter with a resume, or something like that.”
The class started filing out of the room. Ally shuffled by her teacher, being sure to keep her eyes on the ground in front of her.
“So, like I've been saying, most of you will have to pitch yourself to an employer in a communique that is written! You won't be able to charm them with your frat boy humor or stunning good looks. It'll be your writing, your ability to communicate clearly and succinctly that matters!”
Ally was glad when she was out of the classroom and in the hallway. It was always kind of depressing to listen to her Comp teacher go on and on about how all of them would struggle to compete for the same few jobs. Being a freshmen in college made the “real world” seem very far away, a world that everyone kept telling her that she needed to do her best to prepare for now instead of waiting until the last second. Ally didn't want to think about the real world, though. Ally just wanted to go away for spring break, drink, and maybe fuck a few guys. That’s it. She figured that there was plenty of time for the real world later, after she was done enjoying being carefree in her first year of college. It didn't seem reckless or irresponsible to her at all, in fact, it seemed like the natural thing to do.
As Ally walked out of the English Department building and made her way through campus, she thought about how most of the older people she talked to that harped about the “real world” were the kind that seemed desperately miserable. They were the same people that told her to go to church every week and to get a job where she started at the bottom working for peanuts and slowly make her way to the top. Ally didn't want to do things their way; she didn't want to make a bunch of other people a bunch of money while she wasted her life waiting to get to her mid-thirties to be able to work a decent job and afford what she wanted. For a long time, Ally had been thinking about stripping, but didn't know what she would do if her parents found out. There was a business in town called Ample Curves that specialized in bigger dancers. She'd been contacted about it a while ago, but didn't act on it because it made her feel guilty. She didn't know why in the world she would feel guilty about making money to support herself, and guessed it had to do with the brainwashing that every child goes through when their parents try to mold them in their image.
As Ally got on the bus back to her apartment, where she knew that she would find her friends drinking and packing for the trip to Cancun, she wondered what her mother had done to make it through college and the years beyond. Had learning how to write a five paragraph essay been imperative to her success, or just something that hadn't mattered, like so much math that Ally had learned? By the time the bus pulled up in front of her apartment complex, she was ready to be done thinking about school starting now and for the duration of spring break. When she walked into her apartment it was just as she had expected, everyone was drinking and clothes and suitcases were sprawled out on the floor. Ally smiled big as one of her girlfriends handed her a mixed drinking and screamed something about Cancun.
She couldn't wait to be in Mexico.
*****
Airport security was being a huge drag. Instead of trying to move people quickly through the line, the TSA agents were pulling every third person aside to “screen” them, which really amounted to swabbing their hands for residue from explosives and patting them down. As Ally guided her luggage down the conveyor belt with one hand she peeked over her girlfriend's shoulder in front of her. The line was long and didn't seem to be moving very quickly.
“Are you girls headed to Cancun?”
Ally turned around to find a good looking boy that she had seen around campus.
“We sure are,” Ally said. “Are you?”
Ally hoped so, as she surveyed the young man's attractive physique. He was about five foot and ten inches tall, and looked like he spent most of his time in the gym.
“My name's Mark,” he said extending his hand. “I'm Cancun bound as well. Do you think it will be as crazy as everyone says?”
Ally took a few steps forward. She was getting closer to the part of the screening where her luggage would go into the x-ray machine, and she would step into the machine that scanned her body for weapons. She'd seen on television where people wondered if being bombarded with x-rays was healthy. She didn't think so, but knew that she didn't really have a choice.
“I hope so,” Ally said. “I need a break from school, from people telling me how hard and fucked up the future is going to be.”
Mark laughed.
“Yeah, I'm the same way. I always wonder why the 'grown-ups' don't do something to fix the 'real world' if it sucks so much.”
It was Ally's turn to laugh.
“Right!? I don't get why they are all in such a hurry to get into the 'real world' if it just sucks ass like everyone says,” she said.
The line shuffled forward a few steps. One of the TSA agents appeared as if from nowhere and eyed Ally, as if to select her for the additional screening. Instead of picking her the agent picked Mark, who let out a sigh before gathering his things and following the TSA agent.
“Hopefully I’ll see you on the beach in Cancun!” Mark said over his shoulder as he followed airport security. “It would be great to talk to you more.”
Ally didn't get a chance to answer before Mark was pulled into a separate area. Mark was a cute guy and she really hoped that she did see him down in Mexico. She'd love to get to know him more, and maybe even get to know him between the sheets. As the line slowly moved forward Ally was glad that it wouldn't be long now. Just a few more hours until she was on one of the most beautiful beaches in the world.
*****
The resort Ally and her friends were staying at was all inclusive. Right when they walked in, a man dressed like a bellhop put drinks in their hands, the kind that have little umbrellas in them, before grabbing their bags and leading the way to an elevator. So far their time in Mexico had been one of taxi rides and stress. Ally had no idea that Cancun was so packed full of people, although she knew she should have expected it considering it was spring break after all. Now that they were at the resort, boarding an elevator that would take them up to their floor, she was relieved. Finally, she could relax and not worry about the future.
“Do you gals know about the floor you are staying on?” the bellhop asked.
The girls said they didn't, so the bellhop went into great detail about the floor they were staying on and the resort in general. Ally only half listened. The man went on about how their floor had its own pool, bar, and even water slides. It all sounded great, but Ally really wanted to get out on the beach. When they got to their room they found it had a beautiful view from the balcony that showed them most of the beach that their fellow college goers were already milling about on while drinking and laughing.
Ally turned from the view to survey the girls she had come with. There were three of them—Tina, Shelly, and Ashley—and they were all typical college girls - skinny and hot with big tits. Ally didn't mind that though, although she knew that some bigger girls detested being surrounded by skinny girls. Ally wasn't self-conscious about her body at all like some big girls were, and she'd found in the past that most of the guys that spent their time trying to land one of her friends were douche bags anyway. That left their friends lingering about and usually easy game for Ally.
“Well, ladies, should we get dressed and head out to the beach?” Ally asked.
“For sure!” Tina said. “I want to get drunk and have hot guys take shots off my body!”
The rest of the girls laughed and chimed in with similar sentiments. It made Ally smile to know that she would have several willing participants in her quest to party and get laid. How hard could it be? Probably not hard at all, she thought. But Ally wanted to make it as fun as possible. As she turned her attention back to the view she couldn't help but notice all of the hard bodied guys clearly on the prowl for girls. She couldn't wait to get out on the beach.
*****
When they got out on the sand, the sun was high in the sky and Ally was already drunk. The girls had wanted to stop by the bar in the pool before heading out into the fray, and Ally had been happy to suck down free drinks to prime the evening. She thought she was looking really good in her one piece bathing suit that made her tits look even bigger than they were. The rest of her friends all looked stunning in their bathing suits, which meant that there little group of females would be swarmed with guys once they got out on the beach and started to mingle. Now she wished she would have drunk even more when she was at the bar in the resort. Not that she wasn't feeling a buzz, but between the sun, surf, and sand she knew it wouldn't last long.
While her friends meandered down the beach Ally headed to a table with a bunch of hot guys and a few girls sitting at it. They had a deck of cards in front of them and empty beer cans surrounding their feet. Ally didn't have to wonder for long what was going on as she watched cards be dealt. By the end of the hand one of the girls sat completely naked. Ally couldn't help but feel turned on by the idea of playing strip poker in front of everyone at the beach. Even though it was super low-brow it looked like a ton of fun. She watched another hand and watched the naked girl disappear into a nearby hut meant to house the chairs lining some of the beach when they weren't in use. At first Ally didn't connect the dots in her drunken mind, but when she heard sounds of fucking coming from the hut not long after the door smacked closed she realized what was going on. The girl that had lost all her clothes in the hand before had lost again and ended up owing one of the boys some kind of sexual favor.
“Can I take her spot?” Ally asked the dealer.
“Go right ahead,” the dealer said.
Ally sat down and started to play. Very quickly she realized that it wouldn't be hard at all to avoid getting stripped naked. All a person had to do was bide their time—fold the bad hands and wait for a good one to come around. It wasn't until the player started betting heavily against someone else did clothes, and more, end up on the line. After a few hands Ally finally was dealt something she felt confident enough to play with. It was a pair of aces and a pair of eights. She bet heavily against a handsome boy across from her, while he bet against her. Everyone else folded right off the bat so that only left them. When it came time to throw their cards on the table the boy ended up having a full house.