Infierno

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OOC: Closed for me and slut_in_white. Comments welcome via PM.

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Sam Renard wasn't a very nice man.

If he had been, he'd have lost his job.

He stood backstage at Infierno, one of Cancun's hottest nightclubs, and semi-surreptitiously surveyed the pool of girls who would soon be his playthings in one of Infierno's many contests. Tonight was Hot Bikini Night, and the Spring Break nymphs were filing backstage with totes carrying strikingly colorful and, often, shockingly brief bathing costumes meant to go beneath tied-off shirts, shorts cut two inches above where the legs were supposed to begin, or skirts that might have doubled as headbands in an emergency.

And there would probably be an emergency of some sort before the night was over. Because that was Sam's job, as well as his pleasure: keeping the girls off-balance, pushing the action, making the unexpected happen to Daddy's little girl who just thought it would be fun to up on stage while she was on Spring Break.

He started to turn away from the pre-show, thinking about contriving some excuse to join the girls in the dressing room but realizing that he had to do a final sound check before the show began, when another girl stepped into view.

That one.

Sam knew it as soon as he saw her. Well-honed intuition told him that he'd found just the right combination of beauty, innocence and vulnerability. The girl, whoever she was, didn't know it yet, but she was going to be the tonight's star: the one who would twist in the wind of Sam's capricious will for her, finding herself helplessly cast in the role of ingenue/slut/victim.

She was going to be his.

 

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Vanessa Redmond was bouncing back and forth on the balls of her feet. She was dressed in this teeny tiny red bikini with a thin, white cut-off shirt that hid very little - and what was "hidden" was more or less visible because the shirt was practically see-through. She pushed a strand of golden blonde behind her ear and looked toward the stage to see the MC looking at her. It wasn't difficult to notice the way his eyes roamed over her.

She pushed her hip out toward him, arched her back a little in a faux-stretch to make her breasts strain against her shirt, and winked at him.

No harm in warming up the MC, right? After all, this was a competition. Having him on her side just meant she was one step closer to winning. Harmless, right?

 

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So, she wanted to play.

This might be even more interesting than Sam had thought. Although the girl still hit Sam's radar as innocent, she seemed to be getting into the spirit of things. Well, he could help her with that...

Sam hardly paid attention to the first few contestants, even as he introduced and bantered with each one in turn. Then, she came onstage.

When he asked her name, she said it was Vanessa. The audience cheered as he got her to twirl around for them, showing off a figure worthy of the barely-there red bikini and white cutoff she was wearing.

"Vanessa," Sam said her name as she turned to face front again. "Vanessa, you strike me as a girl who's not here just to be along for the ride. You strike me as a girl who's here tonight to be a player!"

Sam smiled, and the smile promised that this was a night when Vanessa would indeed be part of the game. If one meant game in the sense of something hunted.

"Am I right, Vanessa?" he asked.