Bria'd love to receive a free bikini, of course

In spite of Bria's uneasy feelings her greed and sense of entitlement won out.

"Well, okay," Bria said, smiling but looking around to spot the most expensive bikini. "I just need to look around a little bit more for the perfect one."

"Oh nonsense, that one's perfect!" Britney said, pointing to the barely there net-mesh orange bikini that Bria had somehow come to be holding.

"Oh, um, no, it's...."

"Too big? Not risky? Don't worry," Britney smiled, patting Darren's arm. "You just keep trying them on and Darren will tell you which is best."

Bria jumped, staring from the enormously pregnant girl to the dark-skinned man who'd knocked her up. "What? But... You're not...?"

Britney smiled at her former rival's uneasiness. "Oh but I have to go back to the car. I'm afraid I left my credit card there. I should really put on some sunscreen while I'm there too. Don't worry, Darren will take care of you like he takes care of me. You two can catch up from where you left off five months ago."

Britney winked, patted Darren on one bulging bicep, and waddled with excruciating slowness from the store, clearly finding it difficult to move about.

"Um, maybe you should go with her, help her out. I mean, she's very pregnant..." Bria trailed off with a gulp, seeing Darren's eyes hungrily roaming her body.

"Just imagine if it was you six months pregnant with two or three of my babies in your belly," he said with a deep voice. "Your belly'd be so fat, your tits so big you wouldn't be able to stand."

Bria's mouth popped open, then shut again. She'd been thinking constantly of how it could be her with the gigantic stomach full of black babies, and had a vague remembrance of teasing Darren five months ago to make him take out her chief rival. She'd never imagined it would lead to this!

"Hey, wait..." she started as she felt his hand on her back, pushing her and a handful of bikinis toward the change area. A clerk took one look at the two of them and vanished into the back room.

"Here, you change in there," Darren said, ripping open what amounted to a shower curtain. He pulled so hard a half-dozen rings tore from the fabric, leaving the small area half open. Worse, some idiot designer had placed a window opposite the entrance and security had hidden cameras in three places.

"Why don't you try this one first," Darren said, handing her the least revealing of the bits of string the shop called a bikini.