<a class="username" data-user-id="1056" data-username="@Angel of Mercy" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/1056/">@Angel of Mercy</a><br/><br/>White sand and blue ocean provided the back drop for the resort's hotel. On the 23rd floor the endless blue going went on for miles. A good few doors down was her parents already in the process of starting their getaway together. The last time they went on a vacation Izzy was about 14. It feels like ages ago. Small little bodies populated the beaches. All the pretty people doing pretty people things.<br/><br/>Now came the time for unpacking all your essentials. A pair of blue and white Adidas, flip flops, black heels covered with white crosses and finally her tight black boots which were now off and next to her other shoes. Purple and black flannel hung off her shoulder before falling by the bed. She could get used to the smell of a fresh hotel room and how cold they always have it. Below the TV was a black mini bar, alcoholic no less. Normally she would say she's not a spoiled rich kid because she's really not, but if there was ever a moment it would be this moment. Her parents simply loved her, that was all.<br/><br/>Slowly she fall back into the bed and sank into it. All the hustle and bustle of packing, waking up, driving to the airport and finally getting here caught up with her. Cute little black painted toes wiggled and curled on the edge of the large white sheeted bed. Between her white tank and torn acid wash jeans the skull on her stomach came into full view.  It was the calm before the storm. The devious planning and the mischievous thoughts were already in motion. Tonight may be a little easy but tomorrow was going to be the start of her wild ride. It had only been an hour before she called up room service. Ordering a plate of pure cheese fries, a burger and of course something to wash it down with. She was impressed at the variety of food on the menu. Have to appeal to everyone. For now she was happy to relax into the bed and watch whatever caught her eye with greta food in front of her. Beauty in simplicity<br/><br/><br/>........<br/><br/><br/>It was about 10 when she woke up. Through the beige curtains the sun bathed her in soft light. Rolling out of the bed she sat at the side of the bed scratching her neck. Time to go through the paces. An order was placed in and now all she had to do was shower. Hot water rained upon ink ridden skin. Long lines of water running down every curve and line. Slender fingers ran through short thick waves of raven black hair slicking it back. Hands gripped her perfect breasts and played with her nipples, missing the piercings she had to take out for the metal detector. That reminded her that she needed to put them all back in. Something to do over breakfast. Right now she was too busy enjoying her hot shower<br/><br/>By the time she was out and into the soft white cotton robe there was a knock at the door, her food was outside the door and waiting. She made sure the man had left before wheeling in her food herself. A tall glass of orange juice, three cheese omelette and last but not least a glass of chocolate milk. Truly a meal fit for a queen. Then again she was a damn queen.<br/><br/>She wasn't sure if the food was some of the best she's had or if she was just hungry. Maybe it was a combination of both. With both glasses and her plate empty and done with she pushed the cart out and next to the door making sure it looked nice and neat. There was no reason to make the guy's job harder. Izzy thumbed through her closet until she found her black and white ghost covered bikini. Running along the hem were the words 'Stay Creepy'.Oh how exciting it will be to turn the heads of tan, clean skinned rich kids and families who get angry at those very same millennials. Maybe she'll get lucky and make out with one or two of them. As far as her parents go all she needed to text her what she'll be doing and to stay in contact. They were already having themselves a good time by doing... whatever. She didn't want to picture her own parents having sex or long sexcapades. What an uncomfortable thought.<br/><br/>With her spooky swim suit on she slipped her flip flops and an extra large shirt and loose shorts over it just in case she wanted to go somewhere. Before she could leave however she needed her towels, sunscreen, sunglasses and of course water for all her thirsty needs. She'll for sure score an umbrella at this rate. Izzy caught a shuttle to the beach from the hotel and found the perfect spot right by the ocean with an umbrella all to herself. Life right now was quite good. Blonde and brunette beach bunnies and shirtless beach dudes slowly filled the rest of the beach. Right now she was focusing all her attention on all the beautiful women here; what mischief she'll get up to. Her eyes caught such a wondrous sight. Long locks of brown hair, beautiful legs and curves in all the right places. Truly this woman was a fucking catch. The stuff she'd do to her. When blue eyes caught the woman's she smiled slightly biting her lip before taking off her shirt and shorts revealing her ink stained porcelain skin. Her vacation really started at that very moment.<br/><br/>[/SPOILER<div class="bbCodeSpoiler">
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