Triple Threat: Tall, Tanned, Tomboy

Erica Andrews

Erica let out an appreciative whistle as she parked her Jeep next to a beat-up Ford Taurus in the gravel parking lot across from her vacation spot for the next 3 months: the Lily Garden Bed & Breakfast. As the tall, tanned woman exited her vehicle and stretched to ease the stiffness from a long drive, she glanced down at her attire: skinny jeans, a pair of faded red Vans, and a baggy, old Guns & Roses tee with the sleeves cut off and the bottom tied up just high enough to show off her trim waist and abs. She was proud of her athletic build—she'd put in more than enough effort running and swimming over the years to earn the right to show off a bit, but she worried her clothing choices might have come back to bite her. Damn, hope this place isn’t fancy enough to have a dress code. God knows how far the nearest store is, and that’d be a shitty way for my vacation to be cut short. She pondered for a moment, before shrugging. Well, if push comes to shove, maybe there’s a gift shop.

She’d been surprised when the pit boss at the casino had come up to her after she’d closed out her table for the night last Saturday. Apparently, she had won a 90-day, all-expenses-paid vacation from a work raffle she didn’t remember ever entering, paid for by a travel company the casino had recently partnered with for its prizing: HH Vacation Vistas. This type of vacation spot certainly wasn’t her normal scene, usually preferring places with loud music, flashing lights, and cute girls in skimpy clothing, but she’d figured it’d be nice for a change of pace. Walking into the lobby, she looked around for an employee to check her in, only to find it seemingly deserted.

“Hello! Is anybody here? I was hoping to check in!”

“Of course! Please, come to the pavilion in the garden, out back, and we'll take care of your check-in in just a moment! You got here right when we were expecting you!” A woman called out in response. Erica briefly stopped to admire the pleasant scent of flowers as she followed the voice. When she got to the pavilion, she had to remind herself not to drool at the sight of the gorgeous woman who had called to her. Whoa, hottie alert! Didn’t know they grew melons in this garden.

“Hey there, thanks for having me. Lovely place you got here, you got a lovely name to go with it?” Erica didn’t hesitate to start flirting with the vision of beauty in front of her, not even realizing there was another person present.

“Miss Erica Andrews, yes? It’s lovely to meet you, as well. As for my name, you can just call me ‘Sera’. I’m the manager here.”

“Wait, Erica? Wow, it really is you!” A voice called out to her from the side.

“Yeah, uh… sorry, do I know you?” Erica turned to look at the man she’d failed to notice a moment ago—an understandable oversight, given who he was sitting next to. She squinted, trying to remember if she had seen this rather plain man before, and if so, when.

“It’s Adam, remember? Adam McGarden? We used to be neighbors.”

“Holy crap… Adam?! Oh my god, it’s been so long; I didn’t recognize you! How’ve you been? Are you here on vacation, too?” Her green eyes sparkled with surprise and joy as she quickly went over and hugged him. He’d been her best friend in the world back in elementary school. She hadn’t seen him since her family moved to Arizona when she was in 4th grade. She honestly felt pretty guilty about not recognizing him, but it had been about 16 or 17 years since she last saw him. “It’s really good to see you!”

“Yeah, it's good to see you, too. I’m not actually here on vacation, though. I’m supposed to be here for a job.” They broke their hug and both glanced toward the manager.

“Yes, in due time, sweetie. For now, how about we sit back down? We still have several guests we’re expecting, and we need to interview Miss Erica, here, as well.” Sera motioned to a chair that Erica hadn’t seen a moment ago, so they both took their seats. “Now, Miss Erica, please enlighten the audience as to your name, age, occupation, cup size, and most recent sexual encounter.”

“Whoa! Hold up, I usually don’t answer questions like those until the second da—"My name is Erica Andrews, I’m 26 years old. I work as a blackjack dealer at a casino on the river up in Kansas City. Sorry, by the way, Adam—I really should have reached out when I moved back from Arizona a couple years ago. Seriously, my bad. I’m a C-cup, and my most recent sexual encounter was last Saturday—I went to a club after work where I met a real cutie. When we got tired of feeling each other up while pretending to dance, we went out to her car where I ate her out in the backseat.”

Erica blinked a couple of times as she recovered from whatever was compelling her to answer, though her eyes still looked somewhat glazed. Wait, why the hell did I answer those? It was as if she had been on autopilot and only just regained control. Adam also appeared shocked at the unexpectedly detailed answer, and started to open his mouth to ask a question, before being interrupted as Sera moved to continue with her schedule.

“Yes, absolutely wonderful! I’m sure you’ll find plenty of tasty snacks while you’re here. Or, perhaps, you might become the snack, yourself. In the meantime, please join me in welcoming our next guest!” They turned their heads as she gestured toward the garden’s entrance.