If That Is What You Want✔

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Dominican Republic

"She said the club was amazing, right? We came here to have a good time, yes?" Ashlie asked Lyra as they waited in line.
"Yeah, but I'm not sold." Lyra sighed.

Lyra and Ashlie went dancing with some of the local girls they met while shopping. They were learning a new dance, when Ashlie gravitated towards the only white person there. He was nice enough but, for the most part, ignored Lyra as he fawned all over Ashlie's long naturally blond hair, small waist, model features and height. After a couple of songs, Ashlie disappeared.

Well, she didn't waste time. Lyra laughed as she spotted them leaving together.

Outside the club

"Slow down Hun, we have plenty of time." Ashlie grabbed the overanxious hands threatening to rip her clothes.
"You're so sexy. I can't wait to feel you."
"Well, lead the way, we're wasting time here." Ashlie looks at the guy expectantly.
"What, you never done it outside?" He smirks.
"Not on display for everyone walking past to see!"
"C'mon babe it will be hot!" He said pulling down his pants.

Ashlie stepped back and squints then reached into her bag trying to choose the appropriate size condom.

"I'm ready, let's go." He said making his dick jump.
"Uh, I don't have one that," clears throat to keep from laughing "size. Do you have protection?" She asked.
"Nah, we good. C'mere!" He reached for her.

Ashlie pushed him away.

"Not happening! Whatever you been in, shriveled you up, that's not getting near me without protection." Ashlie reeled on her heels and headed back to the club. "My pinky is bigger than what he packing, talking all that trash, ain't even sporting an overused pencil!" She grumbled as she walked away.

Inside the club

As the music changed to something a little more familiar, Lyra recognized a familiar scent but couldn't place it. She was dancing with 2 other girls when she was pushed into a set of sweaty abs.

"Excuse-" Lyra looked up as Larry glared at her.
"It's just you." He said dismissively. Lyra rolled her eyes.
"Still Rude!" Lyra shouted over the music.
"You hit me!" Larry protested.

Lyra motioned for him to come closer. He leaned his ear to her mouth, she spoke sweetly at first.

"Please excuse me for touching your sweaty abs, it won't happen again. You IRRITATING BRAT!" She pushed him away and stormed off, pushing her way through the crowd.

The air was cooler outside, Lyra wandered through various groups of people until she saw Ash heading towards her without the guy, her face was red and her brows furrowed but she smiled as she saw Lyra. Lyra started towards her but a hand grabbed her shoulder spinning her around.

"You hurt my ear!" Larry said holding his ear. Lyra raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms, "What? You want another apology?" He just stared at her. "Yeah, you wait on that."
"You so-" Larry stopped.
"What?" Lyra asked impatiently waving her hand for him to keep going.

When he didn't continue she did, "You're rude, you're always looking at me in a condescending way, and you've irritated me since you've met me." His facial features hardened then he laughed. "See that right there!" Lyra huffed. "What's funny?"
"You." Larry continued laughing.
"How about you two try being nice to each other?" Ashlie interrupted. Lyra looked at Ashlie about to plead her case then sighed.
"I won't make any promises." Lyra narrowing her eyes at Larry's grinning face.

The last day before Larry and Laurent left, they dragged Ashlie and Lyra around with their group. They shopped, walked around seeing the sights, ate, and got to know each other a little better. Larry kept picking on Lyra while Laurent tried to help her with her French. Lyra tried to ignore Larry but he was pissing her off. Every time she tried to escaped, Laurent would stop her, pulling her under his arm.