my russian barbie doll [•] trixya

forty-seven [•] resort trip

Trixie woke up, scratching her hair. Okay, their Mexico trip was half a mess and half an enjoyment, but did they ever go to a resort? Trixie jumped, she thought of a resort trip in the US. She woke up Katya, who was usually slopping off the bed like syrup.

" Wake up. "

" Huh? "

" Bitch wake up-- "

" Is that my alarm clock..? "

" Fucking wake up already! "

" Why is my alarm clock cursing.. "

Trixie slapped Katya, making her jump slightly and maybe make her flop on the carpet.

" The fuck happened? " Katya asked.

" You don't have an alarm clock damnit. "

" And I didn't even notice that. "

" We literally fucked yesterday. You can't be drunk when you just shove three fingers inside me. "

" Trixie it's morning you better not speak like that.. "

" ...shit you're right. "

Katya sat down on the carpet, looking at Trixie whose face looked like she wanted to say something else.

" So? " Katya adds.

" Did we ever go to a resort? "

" Yeah in Mexico you dumba- "

" Without washing up like dead fish on a shore? "

" .....no. "

" I'll reserve one I guess. "

Trixie digs into the pillows, picking up her phone to reserve a spot for a resort. She takes the resort's number and dials it, playing with her hair.

" Hello this is [Name] Resorts, how can I help you? " the lady spoke.

" Yeah, yeah, I'm reserving a spot. "

" Sorry ma'am were fully booked. "

" And why is that? "

" A rich man will pay us 190,000 dollars for our Deluxe Room. "

" And the room costs..? "

" 100,000 dollars. "

" Hold on sweetheart, you're letting this man in with 190,000 dollars, even though it's +90 dollars too much. And you have this woman on your phone, with the exact amount for the room and you don't let her in. How the fuck is that fair? "

" He's rich. "

" I don't give any shits if he's rich. Hell, we called first before he did. "

" Well..you have a point. "

" Bitch, give the fair spot now. "

" Okay..ma'am. "

Trixie hangs up on the phone. She looked at Katya who was casually watching her argue with a bitch receptionist.

" Let's pack up. "

" Okay, sure. "

-•- meanwhile at the resort -•-

" Hello, ma'am! "

The man takes his suitcase of 190,000 dollars to the receptionist, but the woman was silent, staring at the man.

" Is something wrong? "

" Sir, we're fully booked. " the woman said, pushing away the suitcase.

" But I reserved on your website? "

" Well the thing is, a pair of gay women called first for a reserve. "

" WELL FUCK THIS! "

" ... "

" I want my room. Right. Now. "

" We can't do anything si- "

" BULLSHIT! I will sue this resort. "

" Manager..? "

The manager opens the door of the office, looking at the angry man who wanted a room even though the place is fully booked and he can't hear through his greedy, deaf ears.

" I WANT A FUCKING ROOM! "

" Sir, she just said- "

" FUCK HER! FUCK...YOU! "

The man stormed out the resort, leaving the two scratching their heads.

chapter 47 end