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Chapter 3 by Robopoop Robopoop

It begins...

The Bali Nightmares

You had been earning a good amount of cash for good reason. Part of it was your party funding, but the most important part was travel money. Like most of your jet setting friends, you join them on oversea escapades around the world. Tropical islands. Alpine resorts. Metro cities. Just about anywhere your squad sets their eyes on, they could go there without any problem or care at all. Getting leave from work was easy. A couple of 'annual sick leaves' here and there, and a bit of savvy persuasion, and you're laughing like a little schoolgirl all the way to the airport. Every now and then, you take advantage of the frequent 'business trips' with the managerial staff you made friends with. It so happened that your next trip with the crew this summer was Bali. You are not a stranger there. It happens to be one of your favorite jet setting adventure spots that you and your friends love, all encompassing with the right packages of amazing hotels, awesome clubs, swimming pools, cute Aussie guys and various other distractions to indulge yourself in. While you are there, you forget about your home country like it was a foreign place. People knew you here, and you capitalize on that to the max. If you were lucky, you could even get things for free. Its a good life for a tropical island vacation!

You arrive at the airport with a large group of friends. The squad consisted of 2 couples and 6 singles, with one being yourself. Your flights of fancy had never brought you to settle down, not while you having too much fun sampling the pool of eligible gents who all seem to only want to get in your panties rather than your heart. You let some through, and blow off the others to your choosing. The 2 other guys in the singles batch here, though, are a thing you just might want to pursue, if they so happen to not be chasing the other 3 equally eligible ladies. When the chase starts, all bets are off, and if you happen to be the last one out, too bad (or good, if there are any better ones out at the bars). That was how your squad rolled.

Checking into the hotel after a short ride from the airport, you begin with the customary trip to one of your favorite clubs in town. It was late in the evening but you were not about to let the jet lag carry you away to your room. Dressed in a stylish glittery yellow dress, you rushed out with your friends to catch a cab. The crew was here after about a year of waiting, and you were not about to chicken out from a blast of a night!

What happens next?

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