This is the third episode of a four episode story arc in my 'Pandora's Box' series. The main sexual themes of the series are breeding and pregnancy risk. Although I believe each story arc can be read as a standalone, a full list of the entries and the chronological order to read them in can be found in my bio for those interested.
Comments and feedback are welcome as always, and I hope you enjoy!
A Tropical Getaway
"Oh wow!" Aria gushed, bounding enthusiastically into the suite. As Dani followed her in, the first thing that hit the brunette beauty was the intense humidity, layers of it engulfing the room like a shroud and steaming against her tanned skin. She huffed as she closed the door behind her, already missing the fresh, air-conditioned foyer as moist beads of perspiration gathered on her forehead. The extreme mugginess seemed to stem from orange heaters on the wall, which also served to mimic the dying light of a setting sun.
The air, however, wasn't the only unexpected thing about the suite, and Dani's mouth dropped open as she took in what she was seeing. The whole room was designed to look like a tropical beach bar: directly in front of her was a huge, spherical wooden bar counter, shadowed by a large, thatched beach parasol and guarding vast shelves full of brightly coloured spirits and cocktails. Tall stools were arranged around it and fake palm trees lit up in neon lights flanked either side.
All four walls of the room, along with the ceiling, were cloaked in an enveloping dark blue paint, which combined with the low orange lighting to bring the veneer of a night-time tropical sky to life.
As Dani took a step forward in the low lighting she stumbled -- the floor was coated in a thick layer of real sand. Aria had already removed her heels and was prancing barefoot around the suite with expressive joy. "It's like being at the beach!" she cried with delight. "Dani, try it!"
Dani kicked off her own heels, unable to hold back her grin as her bare feet sunk into the soft grains. It slid pleasantly between and over her toes, and she closed her eyes as the heavy heat engulfed her, tempered ever so slightly by a light "sea breeze" coming from a large fan mounted to the wall, providing a lick of relief from the almost oppressive temperature. Hidden speakers imitated the sounds of seagulls and waves breaking against an azure shoreline, and Dani swore that she would open her eyes to truly find herself out on the sandy, tropical beaches that swept along Riviera City's coast.
Instead, however, she was greeted by the final touches to the suite -- a smattering of small round tables covered by white cloths, several heavy teak sun loungers with cream-coloured cushions, and a half-dozen tall heat lamps arranged in a neat line between the tables. Several long strings of fairy lights completed the look, branching out from atop the parasol like tentacles as they stretched overhead to all four corners of the room.
Something rustled gently, and Dani turned to see Aria removing her top, pulling the black vinyl over her head and tossing it across the room. Her dark hair flowed down her back almost to her small but pert butt, standing out against her smooth caramel skin. She looked at Dani, a slightly sheepish expression on her face.
"Hey, Dani. You're, uh... you're not mad at me, are you?"
"Mad?"
"Yeah. About before." Aria shifted uncomfortably. "Or, y'know, just now. I didn't mean to blackmail you or anything. I just... I really do want this."
Dani sighed, suppressing a flash of irritation. "It's fine. You don't need to apologise."
"I wasn't really going to tell," Aria said, looking down at her sand-covered feet. "I just... I didn't know what else to say."
"Look, it's behind us," Dani replied. "We're here now. Let's just enjoy ourselves."
"I'm sorry, Dani."
"It's fine, babe."
Aria broke into a broad smile and, with a little squeal, she rushed forwards and wrapped her arms around Dani again. The busty brunette was taken off-guard once more as Aria's face buried itself into her chest, nestled right atop her plump jugs.
"Thank you so much," Aria beamed, looking up at Dani. "I just want a baby so bad." She stepped back, brushing her raven-black hair out of her face.
"You know it's not guaranteed, right?" Dani said cautiously, feeling a twinge of anxiety as she wondered whether she was tempting fate with her words. "Pregnancy Craps is a game of chance, at the end of the day. We might just end up using condoms."
"Hell no," Aria said determinedly. "There's no way I'm using a condom tonight. How do I make it so I don't have to use one?"
"Well, the whole point is you don't know what's gonna happen. You pick an outfit and just re-enact whatever happened to the girl who originally wore it, whether she used a condom or not. There's no tricks. But..."
A small fluttering of butterflies awoke in Dani's belly as she considered her next words. She remembered, all too well, her first game of Pregnancy Craps with Luis, when she had asked him to remove the condom he had been wearing. It hadn't been part of the roleplay at all, but Dani had been so horny, so desperately eager to have Luis cum inside her that she had nearly risked everything in that moment. The fact that a passing lorry drowned out her words was the only reason she hadn't ended up being inseminated that night.
"...but you could just take the condom off, I guess. I don't actually think there's rules against stuff like that, as long as it's consensual."
"God, that sounds so fun!" Aria grinned, bouncing on the spot. "Where are these outfits? Are they pretty? I wanna see them!"
Aria's excitement was infectious, and Dani couldn't help smiling herself. She looked towards the back of the room: past the bar were two unassuming white doors. One led to a fire exit. And the other led to a bedroom.
