I take no credit for this piece. I did some light editing but this was written by the Incubus who made me what I am. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I do. Let us know if you want part 2.
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Isis looked for unoccupied shade to no avail. It was only a matter of time before the sun would turn the burn on her shoulders and breasts into peeling blisters. She heard that the country had fun and mystery to offer, though all she had experienced thus far was awkward conversations with people she could hardly communicate with, uncomfortable humidity, and an intense heat that her Swedish background had left her ill prepared for.
Isis had come to the Dominican Republic with her close friend Suzie in the need of something- that much she was sure of. What that something was she hadn't the slightest clue. Having divorced from her ex-husband just over 2 years ago she had remained single, pessimistic and empty. She'd previously secured employment as a personal assistant for a famous Swedish actress, and although it paid the bills, tending to the bitches' beck and call had left her unfulfilled. When Suzie asked her if she would like to vacation in the Caribbean, Isis was understandably hesitant.
First and foremost, Isis was a house cat. Her idea of a day off was heading off to the gym after binging on sweets and Netflix, her kryptonite. Suzie's persistence eventually broke her when she informed Isis that her boyfriend would be in China for a month on business. Suzie wanted to rekindle their friendship. Thus, their reconciliation had begun to cost Isis her milky skin and her previously straight, flowing
"Would you like to eat at the buffet?" Isis asked in her broken English. She and Suzie had agreed they would exclusively speak English as a means of improving their language skills and assimilating with other tourists. "The sun is too strong," she added as an afterthought.
"Yes, the buffet. And if it is too strong then the pool is the best place to be!" Suzie stated with a smile. Suzie had managed the Caribbean conditions far better due to her half Nigerian blood line, which blessed her with a tan that coped with the sun far easier than Isis. Her hair remained in perfect, coiled curls, whereas Isis' now-frizzy mane could barely be recognized.
"It burns... Suzie... Please?"
"It's ok, no need to beg lunch is almost over, we should hurry."
Isis often noticed the attention her and Suzie received as they traveled throughout the resort. Where Isis often felt awkward at the stares, due to language and general discomfort, Suzie thrived by swinging her hips and chest and the right angles in order to deliver a proper show to anyone curious enough to sneak a glance at the pair, before returning a charismatic smile. Isis's body was nothing to shun- she stood at 5'4, though mostly all legs, she sported C cup breasts, a tight ass that could fill the hands of the average man, and accentuated cupid's bow lips. Where Isis may have had the superior legs and lips to Suzie, Suzie's perky double D's made it nearly impossible for an outfit not to look good. This was exemplified by the stares they received as they began to seat themselves after filling their plates.
"Do they know you have boyfriend? Nooo- but still, you always smile."
"No they don't know, and they don't care. I love my boyfriend, but the looks make me feel good and if it goes no more, then I see no problem."
"Shr..."
"English, Isis."
"... Forget it"
Isis believed there to be some deep-rooted problem with her friend. Essentially teasing other men with smirks, smiles, and waves, was all seemingly innocent, but she wasn't equipped with the patience to argue the morality of flirting with other men while one was in a relationship.
Later on that night, they were back in their room beginning to dress for the club. They had already been at the resort for a week, and had one more left. Both girls were becoming tired from the normal routine of waking up, eating, swimming, eating, clubbing and sleeping. Sure, there had been an occasional ride on ATVs and speed boats, poor runs of luck at the casino, and awkward conversations with American tourists that went from, "Can I buy you a drink?" to "Lets go back to my room," far quicker than Isis had imagined any man had the balls to ask. Though Isis had declined the offers, it wasn't for lack of desire, or need for a man's love before she lay with him- she simply hadn't heard the right tune.
It was midnight, and the same routine had reaped the same results, only this time, it had seemed Suzie was the one who had lacked patience for the fruits of the evening.
"Isis, lets go back. I'm tired and not feeling tonight, we woke up too early for that damn speed boat, I need sleep. Plus, I think the men will fail you again tonight."
"Maybe, but I'll stay."
"You sure, honey? If you really want, I can stay."
"No, it's ok. Go to sleep. I'm ok."
"You're better than ok," remarked Suzie with a smirk and a wink as she planted a kiss on her friend's cheek and walked off to her hotel room.
Another hour passed in the club, and several more disappointing suitors had passed by Isis' presence as well. She had decided it was time for another smoke break. She knew it to be a disgusting habit, but her will to decline a stick of cancerous relief was not nearly as strong as it was to decline the average attempt to get in her pants. As she sat outside puffing away a resort worker approached her.
"Que hora es?"
"Sorry, no Spanish."
"This good me no Spanish either," He said with a perverted smile on his face and a double wink of the brow. She sized him up. He was tall, about 6'1, with large muscles and a Mohawk fade that she was not familiar with. He had nice brown skin, but his face was made up of average features that she did not agree with.
"Oh... Me now only speak Spanish...
Si?
" she noticed this did not deter him in the slightest as he had gone from bending over with his hands on his knees to speak to her, to comfortably plopping himself in the cushioned chair beside her. As the persistent worker sat down though he uncovered the view of a tall, thin, Dominican young man walking towards the club. Their eyes met and he returned a confused look to Isis. "Que... hora... es?.." she blurted out.
"La una y quince," he replied in a smooth, deep voice.
"O no, I... Don't speak Spanish."
"Y que?" The tall Dominican who had to be at least 6'4.
"Nada Primo." The resort worker said, as he sulked off.
He sat down beside her, as she tried to calm down. Lower your expectations, she thought, no need to be disappointed too soon.
"Seems like I made you lose your only friend."
"No..." Isis answered, struggling to find the words to communicate "I'm here alone."
"Would you like to dance after your cigarette?"
He looked visibly bothered as he said it to her.
There it was,
she thought,
He hates cigarettes.
"Yes, but... uhhh... It's only Latino music."
"What else?" He grinned. He has a nice smile.
She threw the butt out and he grabbed her by the hand and led her into the club. The sensation was new, she felt he was getting too comfortable too quick, so she promptly let him go.
The floor was filled with about a dozen people, which almost made it seem full. It was small, a makeshift resort club for tourists. To Isis' surprise, it was mostly women, with only two men on the dance floor.
"A drink first," She wasn't sure if he was asking her or telling her as, 
"These Hoes Ain't Loyal" rang, rippling through the hips of the women on the dance floor.
"Any Vodka will do," This made him smile and she felt a little flutter run through her chest.
They sipped at their drinks and placed them down together just as another American song she didn't recognize came on.
"Hold on," He managed to communicate, as the new song was quite loud. He walked over to the DJ booth. As he returned, the music playing was now Latino. He held his hand out in a gentlemanly manner, silently inviting her to join him.
"I don't know how."
"You look like a quick learner."
He held her hand and kept another on her waist. She realized she had quickly picked up the rhythm because he was guiding her. It was a natural progression, with the wind brushing against her, encouraging her of the proper gyration. Isis, who was beginning to feel like she wasn't a complete fool, lifted her head and was met with his smile. His large and juicy lips only exposed the top row of perfectly straight, white teeth.
Before she could continue to admire her savior and enjoy the rhythm of their dancing, she noticed everyone was looking at her- or perhaps him- but certainly them. Now, Isis had never been a very arrogant girl and if she was truly honest, her confidence came only when she received compliments, but fuck, it felt good to have everyone's eyes on her. Her heart rate quickened, and she enjoyed the feeling of being the center of attention.
As the track began to change, and he had slipped away and was speaking to an older gentlemen. She could not have been more curious as to what they were talking about as he walked back towards her.
"Walk with me."
She didn't like the command, but not enough to avoid grabbing his arm as he escorted her out. She actually liked the feeling of being escorted. It felt nice to be led somewhere new. She thought back to the last time that this happened- she couldn't even remember.
"What's your name, lonely?"
"Isis... You?"
"Isis, you seem pretty lonely."
She couldn't tell if she had just been told she was pretty or very lonely.
"My friend left me, though I... Ah, wasn't ready to go to bed."
"A night owl like myself- we just might get along, Isis."
Yeah, he's handsome... He thinks I'm pretty and he likes that I stayed up late,
