Poolside confrontation between a sexy little nineteen-year-old redhead, and a curvaceous blonde twenty-something.(Partly inspired by the famous pool scene from The White Lotus, featuring Sydney Sweeney and Alexandra Daddario).
Olivia was a rich, spoiled brat with an attitude. But how could she not be, given the jackpot that fate and nature have bestowed upon her. Her parents were wealthy and well-connected, with large circle of slightly-less-successful friends. The redhead had grown up in the biggest, most imposing house in the neighborhood, and spent her school years at the top of the local social hierarchy. She was also stunningly beautiful - and she knew it. All the girls in her posse of young, hot teens looked amazing, of course, but it was Olivia that got the most attention. The redhead's body was the envy of all her friends, and it wasn't exactly unusual for their boyfriends to get caught drooling after her. But who could blame 'em? She'd stare at herself, too, if she was them. She was the hottest thing around.
Enter Rachel, her daddy's most recent girlfriend. After her parents' divorce a couple of years ago, Olivia had gotten used to him bringing some new chick along whenever they went on vacation together, but the previous ones had been at least somewhat tolerable. This one wasn't. Rachel was a blonde bimbo bitch of the highest order. She was dumb and preppy, infuriatingly conceited, and always spoke in that ridiculous accent of hers that sounded every bit as fake as the bitch looked. Which was saying a lot. In short, Rachel was getting on Olivia's nerves, big time. She could not wait to get rid of the blonde bimbo.
Unfortunately, for reasons totally beyond Olivia's understanding, her dad seemed to be completely smitten with the bitch. Seriously. He acted almost like some love-sick puppy around her. It was frankly getting
embarrassing. Whenever they were in she same room, or even outside
in public, the poor man just didn't seem able to tear his eyes from the blonde's fat, bloated udders, and was constantly grabbing at the woman's equally flabby and oversized ass. Unlike the redhead herself, Rachel didn't pay much attention to what she ate, appearing happy to keep stuffing all kinds of disgusting, calorie-filled processed foods or snacks into her mouth throughout all hours of the day. Worse yet, the bitch had the genetics to ensure that most of that crap went straight into her tits and ass. She fucking hated the yellow-haired hag.
But that wasn't even the worst of it. On top of everything else, the bitch had now decided to declare open war. Olivia had been eyeing this cute, dreamy-eyed guy who also stayed at their hotel for a couple of days now, discreetly checking out his tall and tanned physique, paying special attention to his muscular limbs, broad and sculpted chest, tight abs and chiseled jawline. Those long and curly brown locks that cascaded down to his shoulders didn't hurt, either, and gave the boy a bit more sophisticated, cosmopolitan look. He was probably a year or two older than Olivia, and therefore in the exact age range that she preferred. The redhead could tell that he was old money, too, both from his clothes and watch, and from the way he interacted with other guests and resort staff; always warm, polite and impeccably well-mannered, but just a tad aloof with people that didn't really matter.
Right as Olivia was ready to make her move, having devised a sleek plan to lure in and ensnare her prey without him even realizing what had hit him, the blonde-haired menace had done what she does best. Ruined everything. Clad in one of her outrageously skimpy bikinis, Rachel had suddenly jumped up from her sunlounger and walked right up to the boy, strutting her stuff like she owned the place - and making her ugly, fat body jiggle and bounce all over the place in the process. His gaze had followed the wobbling train-wreck of flabby ass and tits the whole way from across the pool, the boy's eyebrows disappearing up into his hairline once he realized who the blonde was making her way towards. Olivia, shocked and incensed in equal measure, had been able to do little but stare on in silent rage, watching how Rachel leaned in to touch his arm, giving the dazed young male a good, long look into her deep and meaty cleavage. They'd talked about something, with the bimbo's shrill, high-pitched laugh being the only thing loud enough to reach Olivia's own ears. After a while, the blonde had turned around, waving her good-byes and starting to saunter back to the redhead's side of the pool. Again, the boy's eyes had been glued to the blonde's massive, fat ass, gawking at the ripples of flesh that waved with each step she took.
Olivia had no doubt in her mind that the bitch had somehow noticed the looks she'd been giving to the boy, realizing the redhead was checking him out - and liking what she saw - before deciding to pre-empt and effectively one-up her. Purely out of spite. Though Olivia's dad
was out snorkeling that morning, she didn't think the blonde would've seriously considered cheating on him, not with the teen present to witness everything. The likelihood of getting caught was about a hundred percent.
What the bitch
had succeeded in was utterly humiliating the redhead. Luckily, the two women were the only ones who knew that. But even that was too much. The bimbo had crossed a line. And there was no way she was getting away with it.
With an angry huff, Olivia rolled onto her side, fixing her smoldering gaze onto the blonde. Rachel pretended to be busy with her phone, but the teenager could tell that she wasn't actually paying any attention to the screen.
"Okay, so you wanna play? Fine. Let's play. How'd you like to do this?"
Rachel's smirk was as pleased as it was devious.
"Atta girl. I was hoping you'd be up for a little tussle. We'll meet in his room, in ten minutes. Four-thirty-eight."
"Oh, and make sure to grab a spare top on the way - unless you feel like walking back with your loose, beaten titties fully exposed, that is. The winner gets to keep the loser's bikini as a trophy. Along with him, of course."
