Authors: Jessa Hawke
“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.
“Well I'll be damned,” Ally said.
“You know,” the dealer said. “Aces and eights is the dead man’s hand.”
“What do you mean?” Ally said.
“It's the hand that Wild Bill had when he got shot in the back,” the dealer replied. “Most people that are superstitious fold the hand as soon as they get it.”
Ally shook her head. There was so much that she didn't know about cards. She only knew enough to play the games everyone else knew; she didn't know the history behind every single hand. Not that it mattered, really, since she wasn't the kind of person to hang onto superstitions.
“Well I'd like to challenge you to a one card draw,” Ally said to the boy that had just bested her. “Double or nothing.”
The boy chuckled to himself and nodded. He was handsome, with a chiseled jaw line and green eyes. He had a very muscular build that Ally very much wanted to run her hands over.
“Double or nothing?” he said. “Well, since we've bet all our clothes, what else are you willing to put on the line?”
“I'll blow you if I lose the flip,” she said. “And if you lose you have to go down on me.”
“I'm feeling lucky,” he said. “So I agree.”
The dealer dealt Alley a ten face up. She felt pretty good about a ten. When the dealer flipped the boy a Jack she couldn't help but shake her head.
“I guess it's your lucky day,” she said.
“Follow me!” he half shouted.
He led her to the hut a little ways away from the table. No one seemed to notice them slip into the hut and shut the door behind them, not even the people at the table who were busy inspecting the next hand the dealer had just dished out to everyone.
“So, what's your name?” Ally asked.
“Brian,” he said. “Yours is Ally, if I remember right.”
Ally nodded.
“Well, how about you get out of the swim suit and wrap your lips around my cock?” Brian said.
The lighting in the hut was dim, so Ally didn't hesitate to strip off her swim suit and drop to her knees. Before she was even able to get a hand on his dick it was already rock hard and throbbing in the air. The cock was much bigger than she'd expected; it must have been at least eight inches long and probably six around. She loved dicks that were big because it was a challenge to suck them. Ally gave Brian's cock a few pumps before moving her mouth to the tip.