Soaking up the Sun

[Chelsea Monroe]

I make them good girls go bad, I make them good girls go
Good girls go bad

I know your type, Your type
You're daddy's little girl, Just take a bite
Let me shake up your world,
'Cause just one night couldn't be so wrong
I'm gonna make you lose control

She was so shy, Till I drove her wild

I make them good girls go bad, I make them good girls go bad
You were hanging in the corner, With your five best friends
You heard that I was trouble, But you couldn't resist
I make them good girls go bad, I make them good girls go
Good girls go bad


Cobra Starship played through my ipod head phones as I lay face down on the beach. I had a sparkly blue bikini bottom on and no top to speak of. But, it didn't matter, that was the good thing about Italy. I could get an almost full body tan without idiot men oggling me openly. Sure, Italian men will still take a peek at my goods, but they're not going to heckle me and beg me for my number until I kick sand at them. My head was resting a folded up towel and my breasts were pressed to a soft beach blanket that I'd brought with me. It was a great day to tan and I was loving every second of it.

I'd come to Italy to do a one time show. DJ Chelz was supposed to spin in Milan for one night only and that was two months ago. I'd had all intentions of heading back to the states when I'd got here. But, after a weekend in Italy, there was no way I was leaving. I made the calls to my parents and my promoter, who flew out immediately, and that was that, I was an Italian resident. I'd been handed a whole bunch of gigs right off the bat, one of which was set for Venice tonight on the Realto Bridge. But, that was later tonight and for now, I was spending the day on the beach getting a tan, listening to music and sipping on the most delicious strawberry margarita I'd ever tasted.

[catie]

I had just a little bit of time, maybe a few hours before I was supposed to be to il teatro, so I thought I’d relax for a while down by the beach. Nothing like the salty sea air to help me relax. I parked my green convertible bug in the parking lot just beside the sand and grabbed my beach bag before checking out my appearance in the mirror. My white whicker hat cast the perfect amount of shade over my eyes and added to the right amount of shade the shields of my Marilyn Monroe sunglasses provided.

Stepping out of the car, I engaged the lock with the remote control and tossed the keys in the bag. I walked across the sidewalk and over to the sand before slipping my sandal heels off. Walking in the sand in heels was not my idea of fun. Besides, I couldn’t afford to fall on my ass or any other part of my body and jeopardize opening night. This was my big break and I couldn’t let anything, especially an injury ruin it. Of course, the saying in theater was rompa un piedino. I had never really liked it much.

Coming to my favorite spot on the beach, I set my shoes and my bag down on the sand before reaching in the bag and taking out my beach blanket. Laying it across the sand, I sat down on it, looking over the waves for a moment. There were surfers and wake boarders, but none of that really interested me. I simply liked the sound of the waves and the color of the water. Turning toward my bag again, I pulled out the sunscreen and started to apply it to my skin.

Of course, the disadvantage of coming to the beach alone was having no one to rub the oil on the hard to reach areas, like my spine. I couldn’t be dealing with a sunburn tonight of all nights. Turning to my right, I spotted a sunbathing beauty. Smiling at her dark hair glistening in the sunlight, I leaned closer to her, “Ciao, bellisima. Would you be a doll and help a girl out?”[/b] I smiled brightly at her, batting my eyes only slightly, even though she couldn’t see past the dark lens of my glasses.

[Chelsea Monroe]

“Ciao, bellisima. Would you be a doll and help a girl out?” I heard a sweet voice ask me to help her out and I turned my head. She was a cute little thing and she was asking me to put lotion on her. I smiled to myself. Only in Italy. "Ciao, Bella. And of course I can help you out." I said as I tied my top back around my neck and back so I could sit up and not be totally nude. I took the bottle of lotion from her as she laid down on her stomach. I poured some of the lotion in to my hand and began to rub it in to her bare back. She had beautiful dark skin and it was soft to match. "Since my hands are on most of your body, how about a name to match the beautiful skin?" Yeah, I was a natural born flirt and I had no qualms about it. People were beautiful and they should know it. I splayed my fingers and ran them up her back and then down again. This day was getting better and better.

[catie]

"Ciao, Bella.” She greeted me and I continued to smile at her. “And of course I can help you out." She sat up, tying the top of her suit around her so that she wasn’t giving the rest of the world a show. If she was my girl, I wouldn’t want her giving the world anything that I’d wanted to see in only the privacy of each other’s company. I let my eyes wander down her body as she sat across from me and blinked a few times, thankful for the shield of my glasses.

She crawled over next to me and I handed her the bottle before laying down on my stomach and unhooking the single strap at the middle of my back. The straps fell away and I felt the cold liquid of the lotion touch my back followed by the warmth of her tiny little hands. I closed my eyes, biting at my lip to stave off a moan as she began to speak.

"Since my hands are on most of your body, how about a name to match the beautiful skin?" I looked back at her over the rims of my glasses, smiling back at her. “Catarina Courtier,”

[/b] I said, laying my head back down. “And what may I ask is the name of the irresistible woman with her hands all over my body?”[/b] I could flirt all I want, even if she wouldn’t reciprocate, at least she would know she’s beautiful by my flirting.[/blockquote]

[Chelsea Monroe]

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“Catarina Courtier,” I said, laying my head back down. “And what may I ask is the name of the irresistible woman with her hands all over my body?”

I was blushing. Are you kidding me? I blushed like an idiot, gave an even cheesier grin and said, "Chelsea Monroe." Thats it, just my name. It was the only thing I could get out as my hands ran over her back. Her skin was soft, tan and beautiful, much like her Italian accent. I spoke Italian, I'd taken it for five years in school. Who knew it would ever come in handy one day. I finished putting the lotion on her back much too soon, but I didn't want to over do it. "There you go." I said to her as I set the bottle down beside her. My brain was fried and all I wanted to do was make conversation with this beautiful woman, but I couldn't stop staring at her bare back long enough to say anything at all.

[catie]

"Chelsea Monroe." I smiled, relaxing against my arms. Her voice seemd a little strained, but then again, I had that affect on most people. Didn’t mean that it didn’t still excite me. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Chels,”

[/b] I said, using an informal form of her name. She did have her hands all over me, we’d definitely already crossed the barrier of formalities. "There you go." She said as she placed the bottled down beside me.

I turned my head to look at her. “Why don’t you move that blanket of yours closer over here and we can get to know each other properly.”[/b] Sure, I was shameless. I could have just said, lay down with me and make out with me right here, but I had to at least romance the girl first. She was a cutie and I couldn’t help but want to get to know her on a more personal level, especially since w had practically broken through all the physical barriers already.[/blockquote]

[Chelsea Monroe]

“Why don’t you move that blanket of yours closer over here and we can get to know each other properly.” I smirked at her as I stood up and adjusted my bikini. I grabbed my purse and blanket, setting the first down in front of us and laying my blanket out beside her. I laid back down on my stomach and glanced over at Catarina. "Would you mind doing my back?" I asked her as I re-untied my bikini top and handed her my own lotion. "So, Catarina, what is it that you do? Besides flirt shamelessly with beautiful woman?" I ask her, giving her a smirk.

[catie]

She went over to get her stuff, bringing it back closer to mine, laying down on her stomach. "Would you mind doing my back?" I smirked, looking down at her slender back. She untied her top and handed me her lotion. I moved to straddle her ass, squirting some lotion on to my hand. "So, Catarina, what is it that you do? Besides flirt shamelessly with beautiful woman?" she asked, smirking back up at me.

I placed my hands on her back, rubbing a little more friendly than your average back massage. I made sure my fingers gently brushed along the sides of her breasts just enough times to get me turned on, hopefully it was doing the same for her. “I am the Prima Donna of Teatro de Fenice. Opening night of Fantasma dell’Opera is tonight.” I leaned forward, my hands resting at her sides just below her breasts. “Would you like to be my special guest?”

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[Chelsea Monroe]

She ran her hands over my back and even grazed the sides of my breasts. I could feel my heart start to race in my chest as my breath quickened with each pass of her palm. “I am the Prima Donna of Teatro de Fenice. Opening night of Fantasma dell’Opera is tonight.” She leaned forward, her hands resting at my sides just below my breasts. “Would you like to be my special guest?” The prima donna?! I sat up with excitement, completely exposing myself to her. I quickly wrapped my arms around my chest and blushed a fiery red. "Your playing Christine Daae? Oh my god, The Phantom, one of my favorite performances." I said to her, acting like a celebrity obsessed fan.

I smile shyly at her, my hands still covering my breasts. "I would love to be your guest, more than you could know." I smiled again as I grabbed top and maneuvered it back on to my body, tying first the neck and then around my back. "But, I have a show of my own to perform tonight. Nothing as prestigious as yours, but still, I'm obligated." Dammit. I was missing the chance to see the Phantom of the Opera in Italy, with the Prima Donna of the show. What a waste. I looked down at my white watch and sighed, "Actually, my plane is leaving in little over an hour, I should probably get going."

[catie]

She said she had to get going and I couldn't help but feel some what rejected. Even though we were both shamelessly flirting with each other, I couldn't help but feel like she was blowing me off. But she did sound rather disappointed. I couldn't tell. Maybe it'd just been so long since I've been at the precipice of a possible relationship. Of course, I didn't know if anything could happen between the two of us. Just because we were flirting didn't mean that we would have anything together. I guess I just hated the feeling of rejection. It didn't usually happen that often. Unless she wasn't interested in girls. That was always a possibility. Even in this day and age, not everyone is as sexually open as I am.

"That's too bad. Maybe another time."[/b] I smiled, letting her know I was still interested in speaking with her and not blowing her off. "What kind of show?"[/b]