A Sure Thing

HEADING OUT

At nine o'clock that night, Cat was back in Bungalow 9 with Elsa, watching local French Polynesian television, and trying to translate it with the modicum of French that she had learned in high school. A knock came at the door.

"Hey guys," Jay's voice came from the far side of the door, "let's go."

"What?" Elsa asked, getting up and heading towards the front of the bungalow to let Jay in. "Go where?"

"There's a bar in town," Jay explained as the door opened. "The Coral Corral. Iara and Iwao both want to go, and I said that I could get you both to come, as well."

"I don't know," Elsa began, obviously reluctant to head back out.

"There's going to be live music, and dancing," Jay explained. "Come on, you're not seriously going to come halfway around the world, to one of the most beautiful places on the world, and piss it away watching television you barely understand, are you?"

Jay had a point. But though it won over Elsa, Cat was a harder sell.

"I'm not gonna go hang out a bar with a whole bunch of sweaty, drunk men, dressed like this," the brunette said, flicking the strap above her left cup with her thumb. "Let alone go dancing."

The smile returned. Jay's addictive, charming, gorgeous smile. "I already told Iara and Iwao that you'd come."

No sell.

"Dosan's not coming, so that's one less guy who'll be ogling your butt."

No sell.

"I'll be there, to protect you from the rest of the crowd."

No sell, but Jay did get a raised eyebrow out of her.

"I'll let you dress up."

That was the turned point. "Dress up?"

Jay reached behind his back, and presented a small, black miniskirt. "It won't exactly go with the red, white, and blue, but I'll let you have the black top from yesterday back."

The skirt looked tiny. And the thought of going to a bar in a bikini top was still unappealing. But Jay had been right - she couldn't just sit here in the room all night. She agreed to go.

"Just let me have the bikini, and I'll go get the black top for you," he said.

Cat wasn't about to just strip off her top for him, right there. He had tricked her into letting him see her naked the day before, sure. And they had had a great day together today. But there was no way that Cat was just going to get topless there in front of him. Not for the skirt, not for anything.

She untied the top in the bathroom, with the door shut, and held it out for him from behind the cover of the door.

"Thanks," Jay said, but not moving. "Can I have the bottoms, too?"

"What?!!" Cat screamed. She and Jay had had such a good day. She thought he'd be beyond torturing her like this. "No way! No way am I going out without the bottoms!!"

"Hmmm," Jay hummed sarcastically, asking out loud, "W.W.C.D. - What would Cat do?"

"I definitely wouldn't make YOU go out in a miniskirt without panties!"

"There's a part of me that would like to believe that," Jay said, still not budging from his spot outside of the bathroom. "But I seem to remember a little incident with that guy Spencer in your office. You made him switch offices with you over a song, didn't you? Even though he had, what, seven years of seniority over you?"

There wasn't any verbal response from inside the bathroom, aside from a huff. An arm reached out of the crack in bathroom door a few seconds later though, holding two small patches of blue with white straps holding them together - Cat's thong.

"Where'd you get the skirt, anyways?" Cat asked as Jay headed out the door. "You didn't bring, that, too?"

As the door was swinging closed, Jay answered, "Nah, Iara gave it to me to lend to you. Because of your 'missing luggage.'"

THE CORAL CORRAL

"This isn't a skirt," Cat complained to Jay outside the Coral Corral. "It's a wide belt."

Cat had reason to complain. When she agreed to come out that that night, she hadn't yet really seen the skirt up close. When she'd actually put it on, she'd been horrified. The skirt was only about ten inches long, coming just barely down past the bottom of her ass. If she shifted wrong tonight, if she unclamped her legs for just five seconds, her pussy was going to be on view for anyone who cared to see it.

Not that the other two women were exactly overdressed. Elsa was the most dressed of the three, and all she was wearing was a slinky red tube dress that came down just a little further than Cat's borrowed miniskirt. Iara was wearing on a little bit more than Cat (though by her own choice, Cat mused). Her actual skirt came down to about mid-thigh, but then strands of material dropped from the hem down to the floor. She was wearing a tube top, clearly showing off her finely shaped stomach. Cat caught Jay glancing at Iara more than once on the cab ride over, the three of them in one cab and Elsa and Iwao in the other.

So, as the five of them entered the bar, Cat was convinced that the three women were far too underdressed. Inside, though, she was definitely proved wrong.

Iwao and Elsa headed to find a table for them, while Iara, Cat, and Jay headed towards the bar. Everywhere around them were breasts, though.

There were probably two men for every woman in the bar, but every third woman managed to steal the attention away from the other two, being completely topless. Tourists. Islanders. The waitresses themselves. A huge portion of the women in the bar had taken off their tops, and were walking around the bar as if nothing was odd.

"What the hell's going on here?" Cat asked Jay as they nudged their way through the crowd, Cat's arms rubbing up against more than one naked breast on their way to the bar.

"I don't know," Iara replied casually, obviously not as dismayed at Cat was.

"I think I've got you're answer," Jay said, pointing up at a sign above the bar.

"Free drinks to freed women: take off your top, drink for free."

Cat "harumphed." Really. What sort of slut was going to take off her top for a few free drinks? Cat may have gambled away her dignity in the past, but she wasn't about to just give it away to save a couple of bucks on alcohol. Especially when Jay had the corporate credit card. She may have been out in public, going commando in a tiny miniskirt and a bikini top, but she wanted no part in flaunting her tits around for every drunken asshole in the bar. She couldn't understand why any woman would do that.

"I'll have a vodka with pineapple juice, and a rum & coke," Iara said, pulling her tube top over her head. Her nipples were standing at attention, obviously turned on by the attention that they were receiving, both from the bartender and from Wonderstorm's vice president. As she stuffed the tube top in her purse, she asked the bartender cutely, "Do I have to pay for the rum & coke if it's not mine?"

The bartender shook his head, obviously focused on the Japanese girl's breasts. Finally looking her in the eye, he replied, "You're supposed to, but I'll just pretend you're an alcoholic."

Jay was transfixed. He tried to pretend he wasn't looking, but it was obvious to everyone around him that he was. Iara's nipples had a hypnotizing affect on him, drawing his eyes towards them as if there were nothing else in the room. All week, Jay had seen this woman in business clothing, perhaps a bit casual, but still relatively formal. And now, here she was topless, right in front of him. He remained perfectly immobile, staring at Iara's tits, until Cat tapped his shoulder.

"Can you put this in your back pocket?" Cat asked, holding out the black bikini top. Her own breasts, which Jay had seen only for a few seconds the day before, were now out there for everyone to see.

"Sure," Jay replied, not really sure how to respond. He took the black top, and placed in his back pocket, one cup in, and one cup hanging out. His attention had shifted from Iara's nipples to Cat's, but he was still barely coherent.

No, Cat hadn't wanted to get topless. But she'd be damned if she was going to let Iara swoop in and steal Jay's attention. The past few days had been good for Cat, at least in terms of her relationship with Jay. Sure, he was a little controlling when it came to the terms of the bet, but Cat wasn't sure that she'd have been any different. And in the end, Jay's hold over her was simply a turn-on for Cat.

It definitely felt odd, with her breasts out there for everyone to see. Cat and Iara together turned more than a few heads as they walked through the sea of people together, looking for Elsa and Iwao. They did eventually find them, Cat shocked by stumbling upon Elsa making out with Iwao. Cat sat down and handing the older woman her Fuzzy Navel. Elsa was now the only woman at the table with her top still on.

"Yeah," she explained, "one of the waitresses - the topless waitresses! - told me about tonight's special." She shrugged. "I really can't drop my top, because my breasts are just about the only thing holding my dress up."

Cat pulled the black-haired woman aside. "What the hell's going on with Iwao? What happened to Tensui?"

Elsa rolled her eyes. "Alright, so we went out for lunch today, just Iwao, Tensui, and I. Tensui doesn't speak any English, but he kept saying all these really nice, really beautiful things about me, and about what happened last night. But I kept getting confused, you know, because it was Iwao that was saying them - I mean, saying them in English. So, as we were walking around, Tensui kept trying to hold my hand, but all I could picture was Iwao, saying all those beautiful things about me."

"TRANSLATING," Cat said, emphasizing the word. "TRANSLATING."

Elsa just continued. "Anyways, I had Iwao break it off with Tensui for me. Tensui, I think, felt a little weird, so he headed off on his own, while Iwao and I had sex in the restaurant's bathroom."

Cat's jaw dropped.

"Oh come on," Elsa said to the brunette as she headed back to the table. "Just because you're an old prude doesn't mean that I have to be."

Cat definitely felt awkward at first, but Iara's casualness to her toplessness forced Cat to be a little bolder. She pretended to be just as aloof about her naked breasts as the Japanese girl, laughing and joking along with everyone else around the table. Iara was definitely trying to hit on Jay, trying to steal him away from Cat.

"Steal him away?" Cat asked herself. "Is even really mine to steal?" But Cat wasn't going to give in, wasn't going to give up what looked to be a burgeoning romance with Jay just because Iara was attempting to get in the way.

She danced with Jay, the music blaring in her ears, for nearly an hour. She rubbed her naked breasts up against his chest, against his back. She ground her ass in his crotch as her ran his hands up her naked sides. She danced with one of his legs in between hers, rubbing up against her naked pussy beneath her miniskirt. It was if it were all foreplay, because Cat was definitely getting wet, and definitely wanted more than just dancing. Her breasts bounced as she moved with the music, sometimes moving in the opposite direction of the rest of her body, as a result of inertia. She smiled to herself, thinking that she'd do anything for a pair of nipple tassels right then.

Of course, any sort of chance with Jay was nearly shot when Cat returned from the bathroom. Coming out of the ladies' room and back out towards the dance floor, Cat found Iara grinding her own body into Jay's, only a step away from having sex with him right on the dance floor. The Japanese girl turned, putting her back towards the tall, black-haired man, and grasping his hands in her own. Two sets of hands ran simultaneously across Iara's chest, cupping her breasts and moving slowly down her body and towards her belly button.

"God," Cat said as she sat down next to Elsa off to the side of the dance floor. "Look at her! What kind of ho dances with someone like that?"

Elsa gave Cat a look. "You were doing the same thing just like, four seconds ago."

"Yeah, but that was different," the brunette defended herself, searching for any logical reason that she could come up with. "I've known him for almost a year - she just met him yesterday."

Iwao returned from the bar just then, actually having had to pay for his drink this time. That ended the conversation about Jay and Iara, but Cat still looked on with a mixture of disgust and jealousy.

The rest of the night went the same way, two women competing for the attention of Jacob Kelly. Whenever Cat thought she'd hit her low point, when she couldn't possibly be any sluttier, Iara surpassed her and force Cat to stoop a step lower. Not that there was much more they could actually do - both girls were topless, wearing next to nothing from the waist down, and forcing Jay to run his hands all over their bodies. Cat guided his hands down her sides and into the waistband of her skirt, just along her hips. Iara guided his hands up the outside her her thighs, forcing her skirt just a little bit higher up her legs than it already was. Cat guided his hands up the inside of her thighs, stopping just below the point where it would have been bad taste.

More than one person had caught a glimpse of Cat's pussy over the course the night. It was just a reality of the situation by the end of the night, and Cat benefited from just the right mixture of drunkenness, horniness, and determination that it didn't bother her as much. One guy had actually pointed it out to his wife while Cat was seated on a bar stool and waiting for a drink. One woman (one the few with her top still on) had told her friend to "check out the tramp's cootch!" when she thought Cat wasn't paying attention. And Cat was sure that Jay had at least caught a glimpse of it while they were dancing and dry-humping on the dance floor.

It wasn't clear who had won Jay that night, until the cabs arrived. Iwao had managed to secure two of them, but Cat was waylaid when she learned that Jay had lost her top.

"What do you mean you don't have it anymore?" she asked her boss in disbelief. "I gave it you to hold on to!"

All five of them were standing outside the Coral Corral while the two taxi drivers looked on in interest. Iara had put her top back on. Apparently, Cat wasn't going to have that luxury.

"Look, Cat, I'm sorry," Jay apologized. Iara was holding onto his right arm, stroking his bicep under the short sleeve of his shirt. "I put it in by back pocket, and I must have rubbed up against something and it fell out."

"Well, I can't go back to the resort topless!" she shouted.

"Why not? What's the big deal? You've been topless all night?"

Cat wanted to slap him. First, he had let Iara hang all over him all night. And now, he refused to see how big of a deal it was that she didn't have her top. She was going to have to sit in the taxi completely topless, and then walk through the Black Pearl resort the same way.

"This driver wants to go," Iwao said, doing his best to convey the impatience of the taxi driver.

Jay, Elsa, and Cat all looked at each other, wondering what to do.

"Fine," Elsa said. "I'll help Cat see if she can find the top in the bar. The rest of you should head back."

It was clear that Iwao didn't want to leave without Elsa, though. Which left Jay and Iara together. As the first cab sped off with the two together, Cat cursed and punched the wall of the bar. Tonight couldn't possibly get any worse.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Cat said, cursing her luck and rubbing her fist.

"So are we going to go in and look for it?" Elsa asked.

"No, fuck it," Cat replied. "It's late. There shouldn't be too many around." The bar was going to be way too crowded, way too dark for them to find a black bikini top. Jay was gone, with Iara, and there really wasn't any point in trying to salvage her dignity - it had long ago gone out the window.

ONE NIGHT STANDS

The taxi driver was obviously pleased to have the topless girl sit next to him in the passenger seat. She covered her breasts with her hand, but the old man leered at her every chance he got. Elsa and Iwao sat in the back seat, smacking their lips together the whole way.

When they got back to the Black Pearl, Cat thought the worst of it was over. Iwao and Elsa stayed behind to pay the cab driver, but Cat just began heading for her room. She passed a honeymooning couple, a group of three guys (who all hooted and howled at her), and a pair of senior citizens on her way back to the bungalow. Passing by Jay's bungalow, she heard him inside, obviously talking to someone. There was little doubt in Cat's mind that it was Iara.

She was pissed. All day, she'd been flirting with Jay. All day. They'd had lunch together. They'd wrestled together on the beach. They'd gone swimming together. They'd had dinner together. There had definitely been three or four times that Cat thought they were going to kiss. But now, all that was ruined, because of Iara.

Still out on the walkway, Cat angrily slipped out of the black miniskirt. There were two middle-aged men walking down the walkway, towards the main area of the resort, as Cat did this. But she was beyond caring at this point. As she hung the skirt on the doorknob of Bungalow 7, one of the men tried to say something to her, but she just flipped him off, told him to got fuck himself, and breezed past them both up to her own bungalow. She slammed the door behind her and collapsed on the floor, her back leaning up against the door.

"Cat?" Elsa said from the far side of the bungalow door a few minutes later. She had knocked, which seemed odd to Cat.

"What?" the nude brunette asked, her forehead resting against her knees. She was still scrunched up against the front door of the bungalow.

"Can I come in? Can I talk to you for a second?"

Cat groaned. Something was obviously up. "Sure."

Elsa said something to someone outside the bungalow, and Cat was sure it was Iwao. As the black-haired woman squeezed into the room, Cat was almost sure what she was going to asking her, and she was almost sure what her response was going to be.

"No."

Elsa looked seriously disappointed. "Come on, Cat! You know that I'd do it for you! You know it!"

Cat shook her head again. "Elsa, I just want to go to bed. I don't want any complications. Why can't you go spend the night in Iwao's room."

"Because he's sharing a bungalow with Tensui," she explained. "And that's just a little awkward, you know?"

Cat shook her head. "How did you work it out last night? Where was Iwao? Was he translating your screams of ecstasy?"

"He went and spent the night with Dosan. It's just that, you know, I feel a little awkward asking Tensui to do the same thing."

"So what? Where do you want me to go?" Cat asked in frustration. "Am I going to take a walk? Dressed like this?" She pointed to her completely naked body.

"Could you sleep in the bathroom, for just one night?" Elsa asked. "You can have all the blankets, all the pillows, all the sheets."

"No," Cat reaffirmed her position. "No, no, no, no, no."

"I know you used my vibrator."

"Okay, fine." Cat was horrified, but she couldn't bring herself to say much more. How in God's name did Elsa know? She pondered that question on the tiled floor of the bungalow's bathroom. The comforter was underneath her, providing some sort of cushioning for the girl. And she had a sheet over her, providing a sense of cover. And she had a pillow beneath her head. But as she lay awake, wondering how Elsa could have possibly known about last night's escapade with the vibrator, all she could see was the toilet, right there in front of her face. There was just enough light in the bathroom to remind her of that fact as she lay there in her makeshift bed.

Elsa was not a quiet person in her normal, everyday life. She was not a quiet person when it came to sex, either. Despite her rough night, Cat was getting hornier and hornier, listening to Elsa's squeals of pleasure. Even when the dark-haired woman was just breathing heavily, Cat could hear the panting through the walls. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Elsa called through the thin bathroom walls, as Iwao, apparently, fucked her. There was no denying the fact that Elsa came. Twice.