My drink remains motionless in my hand, the condensation from the glass dripping down on my fingers. I am mesmerized by the aggression the violence between these two. I wince as the back of Bridgette’s skull is slammed into concrete, and grimace as her fingers pulse into Erin’s throat. I’m thinking—-yeah, this triangle is definitely gonna’ be just a straight when these two are through…
The crowd is getting larger—-circling around the girls like an amoeba, shifting as they toss each other around the pool deck. I can't help but notice some little skanky brunette gaping at Bridgette, cheering her on, drooling over the hot blonde. I eye her quickly—-it’s SO obvious she is not a member here—-clearly someone left a gate open and the vermin snuck in. I look for the cabana-boy, hoping he’ll haul her skanky ass out of here, so I don't have to.