Sugar Skull *NSFW*
Hey babes—
Chapter One of Spring Break 2 is here! We’re kicking things off with drama, danger, and just a little taste of the heat to come. If you’re into messy girls, bad decisions, and steamy plot twists, you’re gonna love what’s brewing.
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Leigh put the finishing touches on her sugar skull makeup. Her grey eyes stood out from skeletal eye sockets, her mouth a cross-stitched Raggedy Ann smile. Even though Día de los Muertos wasn’t celebrated for several months, parties featuring the Day of the Dead had become a frequent trend in Mexico. Leigh figured it had to do with the growing number of Americans with vacation homes. If Yankees loved anything, it was dressing up.
Drawing back, Leigh studied the stark outlines of her face paint. It was imperative that she not be recognized. The getup had taken nearly an hour—not a long span of time by sorority girl standards. And it wasn’t that long ago that Leigh had defined herself by that familiar moniker.
She shook out her dark brown hair, adjusting where it hung below her shoulders. Pulling it up, she studied the effect in the mirror before letting it fall loose. Somehow, the face paint demanded an equally raw hairstyle.
She adjusted her red bikini top, figuring the disguise was as close to perfect as possible. She would blend right in with the rest of the guests. No one would guess her true intention.
“Are you ready?” a voice called from outside the bathroom.
“Just a minute,” Leigh replied, shaking out her hair to give it more volume.
With just the right amount of teasing, it rose high above her head. Turning, she loosened the knots on her string bikini. She expected the rest of the girls to dress similarly. No one wore much to these parties. Any opportunity to dress up seemed directly tied to the amount of skin a woman could show. Even Leigh marveled at her own transformation. There was something about a costume...
“You’re taking too long,” the accented voice continued.
To look at her boyfriend, one would think he was American. He even had the nickname to prove it—Guero, slang for “white boy.” A real child of the border, he had a heritage that straddled both countries. When Leigh met him, he was the head of a luxurious Cancún resort with less-than-desirable ties to the underworld. While their meeting had been dramatic, to say the least, their current situation had changed. Guero had recently sold out to the Mexican government. He was working for them now—and by association, so was Leigh.
“Perfection takes time,” she said, opening the door.
Guero sat on their king-size bed, dressed as usual in a black suit. Leigh admired his brown skin, striking hazel eyes, and full head of blonde hair.
“What do you think?” she asked, twirling around for him.
“You always look…” he began, reaching for her as Leigh skipped away.
“This actually isn’t the full costume,” she said, strutting towards him.
“Oh.” His eyes followed her as she removed her machete from the dresser. “Is it complete now?” he asked, smiling broadly as she posed with it over her head.
“Not quite,” Leigh cooed.
Taking one hand behind her back, she pulled the string of her bikini top, the fabric bunching together between her breasts.
Guero sat very still, watching her intently as she continued to tease him.
“You see, an assignment like this requires a really good disguise,” Leigh said, removing the top and letting it fall to the floor.