Disclaimer/note: Characters and setting are property of Team Ninja. This fictional story is based on Dead or Alive Xtreme 2. The story features lesbian relationships: and some days (i.e. chapters) also feature violence or offensive language. Please don't read it if you aren't old enough.
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-Morning of Day Two-
Thanks to martial arts training and my ambition, I have very strong self-discipline. My internal clock woke me at 0730, as it always does.
I did a few exercises and took a shower. I could see that it was shaping up to be a beautiful day. Feeling refreshed, I left my room and knocked on Hitomi's door. "Just a second," said a groggy voice.
The door opened. I couldn't help snickering at Hitomi's bedhead. "Ohayou, sunshine!" I said.
"How can you be so cheerful this early?"
"It's my way of balancing you out!"
"Whatever! I'll be ready in 20 minutes, okay?"
"Sure. I'll meet you in the lobby."
She was there in 15 minutes and she looked stunning. "Maybe I get up early, but you sure get ready fast," I said.
"Thanks. Let's get some breakfast," she said.
We ate at the hotel restaurant. It was a nice way to start the day, partly because Hitomi played footsie with me. I stared into her blue eyes. I was glad I was taking this vacation.
"...a new swimsuit today. What do you think?"
"Huh? Oh, right," I said, growing red. She giggled and I got redder. "So, we should...go," I said.
"You're so cute!" Hitomi said. "Yeah, let's get going."
I could afford a nice swimsuit, but they weren't offering the exact one I wanted yet. I was poking around the accessory shop when Hitomi decided I was taking too long. "Come on," she said, taking my hand and dragging me out the door. "If we don't hurry, there won't be anyone to play."
Kasumi and Kokoro were waiting at Niki Beach. "Seems like old times," I murmured.
"Let's just have fun!" Kokoro said.
Kasumi served and the game began.
Less than three minutes later, the game was over. Hitomi and I were gracious winners. We accompanied the two Japanese gals to the casino's café, talking and joking.
"I'm so rusty," Kasumi said. "Much more than I thought, obviously. We won yesterday, but it was a sloppy game."
"But you're really good, Leifang!" Kokoro praised.
"You've been practicing, haven't you?" Hitomi asked.
"Maybe a little," I admitted.
"You won't beat us so easily next time," Kokoro said. "What're you going to do next?"
"Chill at the pool, right Leifang?"
"And shop after that, I think," I agreed. "There's a new suit I've been looking for; it could be available now."
We swent to the pool. No one else seemed to be there, and we lay by the pool and caught some rays. Warm, peaceful, relaxing, idyllic—but I didn't fall asleep this time.
"You didn't go to the casino last night," the beautiful German girl lying next to me said.
"I was tired. Travel takes a lot out of me. Did you go?"
"Yes."
"How was it?"
"It was nice: posh and they kept the drinks coming. I played a few poker hands, but I scouted the entire place. They've got roulette, blackjack, and the slots."
"Did they take our input into account?"
"I think they did. I didn't really look closely." I could tell she had more to say, so I just waited and let her talk when she was comfortable. "...There was music, and dancing. Almost everyone was there."
"Did you dance?" I asked quietly.
"Yes."
"Was it fun?"
"Yes."
"Did you fuck afterward?"
That got her attention. "No! What? No!"
"So don't feel bad. I know Tina's attractive, and a really good dancer, and she was probably grinding on you. It's okay! You were having fun."
She looked joyous: relieved and unburdened. "Thanks, Lei-chan," she said. "I...I felt so..."
I went to her and hugged her. "Oh, sweetheart. It's fine. Everything's all right. I wish I'd been there, though, so I could dance with you. Tonight?"
"For sure," she murmured, her face buried in my chest.
She pulled slightly away from me and looked into my eyes. She kissed me; we held each other, feeling happy and secure.
When we checked the accessory shop, I found a pair of floral high heels. I paid and snuck out, making sure Hitomi didn't notice. I ran to the sports shop and looked for the suit I'd wanted. Luck was with me! "Peacock" was available. I bought it, changed into it, and left quickly. I waited outside the accessory shop, knowing Hitomi would start looking for me soon.
She emerged from the shop. She saw me and stood still, just staring. I smiled and raised my eyebrows suggestively. I turned around slowly. My suit was a thong and I wriggled my ass provocatively. I looked over my shoulder at my partner. I put my little finger in my mouth and slowly withdrew it.
Hitomi shocked me with her speed. She grabbed me from behind, putting one arm around my waist and one around my shoulders. She kissed me hungrily, and she slid her body up and down against mine. Her crotch rubbed my ass and thighs and her breasts felt wonderful against my back. My breathing grew faster and deeper. Hitomi's mouth left mine and went to my neck, then to my ear. I gasped.
"I don't recommend doing that again, you minx," she whispered, "unless you're ready to get it on after you do it."
She let me go and we stood still for a moment, catching our breath.
"You like the look, then?" I asked.
"You're lucky I have so much self-control! Not everyone on this island does, so be careful who you tease. As for me, I'm lucky to have a partner who's not afraid to show her salubrious skin."
"I won't lie; I do like showing off my body. I might wear different suits before the end of this vacation, but the heels and the ribbon are part of my outfit the rest of our time here."
Hitomi rolled her eyes. "Are you serious? Those shoes are sexy, but you can't race or play volleyball in them."
"That sounds like a challenge."
"Be my guest and prove it; prove that you can compete in high heels."
"Let's go to the marina, babe. Get ready with your excuse for why you lost." I slapped her butt while she wasn't looking and was rewarded with a cute yelp.
"You're evil! But I can be too. I'll have my revenge."
Once we got to the marina, we saw Ayane. It hadn't occurred to me that someone else might be here. "Hi, Ayane," I said awkwardly, "do you mind if we have a race?"
"Sure, if you'll let me race with you."
"Do you want to?" Hitomi asked, clearly having some of the thoughts I was having.
"Not especially, but more competitors means more credits for the winner. That's beneficial to us all," Ayane said condescendingly.
"I wasn't trying to offend you," I said.
"I'm not offended. Are we racing or talking?"
Some of the fun was gone, but Hitomi and I agreed.
It did feel different with heels, but I was confident. I knew what to expect from the course and my ride this time. I got a great jump off the line and I punched my turbo an instant later. I glanced back. Hitomi and Ayane were struggling with the large wake I left. I smirked and took the first turn.
"Shit!" I muttered as my right foot slipped. The heels made a difference after all. I heard a turbo fire behind me. I had to concentrate. I took a chance and moved closer to the inside of the course, as close as I dared. My turbo was ready again and I reacted, stabbing the button without thinking.
My strategy for the race was to stay as far inside as I could and use my turbos right away. I slipped near the finish line, but not as much as earlier.
I won, by about 0.4 seconds! It had been as much luck as skill, but I'd won. I pulled my machine onto the beach and hopped off it to wait.
"Good race," I said to Ayane as she left the marina.
"Sure," she said sarcastically, being the sore loser I remembered.
What did I care? Hitomi was approaching now. She was quite a sight, dripping with spray, her long slender legs and the generous curves of her breasts gleaming in the soft orange sunlight.
"I don't believe it; you won in heels!" she said, smiling sheepishly. "Guess I was wrong."
"You were almost right," I admitted. "They'll take some getting used to. But I meant what I said. I'm going to keep wearing them."
"For volleyball too?"
"Why not?"
"By all means, please do. You've made me a believer."
Something in her tone was strange, but I couldn't pin it down, so I changed the subject. "I hope Ayane didn't screw things up too badly for you," I told my friend.
"Well, she was right; more competition means bigger prizes. Besides, I'm used to her act. I'm just glad you beat her," Hitomi said, flashing me a conspiratory smile.
"So if other people want to race us later?"
"The more the merrier!"
We chatted idly as we walked toward the pool. I wondered if I should buy a new swimsuit for Hitomi. She was kind of picky—what if I gave her something she hated? She was too nice to refuse it, but I'd feel bad...but I knew she wanted a new suit; she'd said as much. Taking my time and figuring out what she liked to wear would be the best course of action.
We swam and played in the pool for a while. Eventually, Hitomi told me she was hungry and I noticed I was too. We rinsed ourselves under an outdoor shower, then dried ourselves with the oversized fluffy towels they had at the cabana. For a change of pace, we went to the restaurant at the Gemstone Suites.
It was the middle of the day, but the lighting was subdued, creating a cozy atmosphere. The filet mignon tasted wonderful and smelled even better. Hitomi seemed to really enjoy her cordon bleu, and it also had a heavenly aroma. "There's a problem with all this," I said. I looked deep into Hitomi's piercing blue eyes.