The Holiday Whore 2

Dunja Romanova

The Holiday Whore 2

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The Holiday Whore 2

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Part 2 - Hot fuck on Ibiza

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Dear readers,

thank you for purchasing my book.

My name is Dunja Romanova. With this book series I would like to share my lust, fantasy and sexuality with you.

This book is an erotic short novel. Every single book in this series deals with an erotic dream of mine. I'm not talking about fantasy, I'm talking about something I actually dreamt. Of course, some dreams are clearer, some are blurry.

The first part is about a dream of holidays, beach, sun and sex on Ibiza. A dream that I had many years ago and that always comes to my mind when I touch myself.

To make reading easier and to round off the story, I have of course brought my nocturnal ideas into shape.

Your Dunja Romanova

Part 2 - Hot fuck on Ibiza

"Hey, Chickas, you got a minute," I hear a voice say above me. I open my eyes and see a guy standing in the sun. My girlfriends are faster and have already started a conversation with the guy. I slowly get up, put on my sunglasses and listen to the conversation. "This is Ibiza's hottest and most exclusive party and even with a little luck you can make a lot of money. And you won't even have to do anything about it if you're lucky. Of course you will. And I really don't ask everyone on this beach! Here, take this flyer. I'd love to see you at Club Venus tonight."

The guy hands my best friend Eva a flyer. "See you later, babes" he says with a smile and continues. Eva giggles. "Cute guy. Shall we go there tonight? If only one of us would win the 5000 € on the flyer." Yeah, sure. Like we're gonna win something. "Sure, why not. The money would be great for all of us for our studies," says Katja with a cheerful voice. "What do you think of the idea of Laetitia," Eva asked me. "Hm, why not. With the money we all go out for a nice meal" I answer. We all lie down again on our towels and let the sun pamper us.

"Should we go to this club right now or should we all order another whiskey and coke," Eva asks expectantly in the group. I hope that after the last two whiskey coke my two girls have had enough of celebrating. Because it was starting to go to my head. You got lucky. I guess it's enough for you, too. A little drunk we leave the marina bar. We all look very chic and are a feast for the eyes of the men passing by. Not only do the looks flatter me, Eva and Katja also seem to like them.

Not for nothing we made ourselves so pretty with seductive, but discreet, make-up and fine lip gloss before. My short, blond hair looks fantastic freshly washed and shaggy styled. Thanks to the lace bra, my voluptuous breasts swell a little out of my blouse décolleté, but nobody knows us here and I like attracting my attention with it.

My breasts are emphasized even more thanks to my high heels and the short mini skirt contributes to the fact that I feel very sexy and extremely seductive. I just look good to eat, of course I know that too. Pretty women like to play with their charms, that's part of it. If I was a man, I would have tried to get laid tonight. After we have flirted with some guys while asking about the location of the club and are inclined to go for a drink with the guys, we tear ourselves together and continue our way. The tempting profit is simply too tempting for us.

At the club we go straight to the main entrance. There are two separate entrances. Above one is the female gender symbol. Above the other entrance hangs the male gender symbol with a really long queue of men. I think it's a little strange. But hey, this is Ibiza and not the Eifel. Although we are a bit drunk we quickly find our entrance and laugh at the men in the long queue.

The bouncers smile at us and ask us directly when entering the club, "hey ladies, are you interested in winning the 5000 €?". "Of course!" Katja says out loud. "Sure!" I'll get in. "Then please proceed to checkout. There the formalities are settled." Formalities? What the hell, I'm sure it's a bit of a slip about being of age and protecting minors. So the three of us go to the till with determination and cheerful courage.

"Hi, so you want to clear the table. Then please sign down here." The finely dressed man at the box office hands us three slips of paper. The rhythms and basses booming from inside the club leave us little time to hesitate. We'll sign immediately, without having read the mouthwash. After all, we are here to celebrate and not to read. The man gives each of us three a note and each of us a small card with a number. Maybe it has something to do with the drinks, I thought to myself a little naive.

"If your number is picked later, you'll be in the contest for the prize, okay?" We nod indifferently and are already about to leave for the main hall. The shop is very elegant and expensive furnished and makes everything into a very fine and noble impression. That's how I've always imagined a club in Ibiza. The drinks here will be hard to pay for with coins. But I'm sure there'll be a few noble donors for the evening.

Since we are in a very good mood, we immediately storm onto the dance floor and dance very broadly with our beautiful hips. After all, such a drink dispenser also wants to be attracted for the time being. After the first few club hits with hard basses and groovy house music we suggest each other to take a little break at the bar. While Eva goes to organize three Bacardi Cola we are chatted up by two halfway passable guys.

One of them bends over to me and tries to have trivial small talk with me. Thanks to the music I hardly understand him, but smile at him friendly. I understand he asked me to enter the contest. "Yes, of course, we won't miss such an opportunity" - I scream back unknowingly. "Wow, when I look at you and know that you are there, the high entrance fee of 80 € was really worth it" - he answers me with a big grin.

80 € admission? We didn't pay for it. It already made me a little bit suspicious. Of course his looks, which often fall on my neckline, have not remained hidden to me. I'm not quite sure if I really understood everything as he said it to me and indicate to him with my card "well, I haven't been drawn yet". "Me and my buddy are keeping our fingers crossed for you," he says with an even wider grin.

Eva comes back to us with our drinks and we dissolve our little round by going back on the dance floor and dancing again. All of a sudden the music is slowly getting quieter and quieter. The spotlights on the stage come on and from the entrance on the stage comes a really good-looking man in a very fine thread. The light is slowly falling on the rest of the stage.

My eyes immediately fall on the ring and the throne next to it. "Hello and welcome to the highlight of tonight at Club Venus! It's time! Let our famous summer event begin! Our lottery fairy has drawn the following numbers that can win our €5,000 jackpot today," the host says with a lot of charm and a soft voice in his microphone.

We all dig out our cards excitedly. He starts reading the first number and asks the dressed up girls more or less dirty questions, each answered with a smug answer and a smile. The moderator continues with his list: "Now we come to the penultimate candidate. I want number 126 on stage!" That's my number! Immediately my two friends recognize that I have won and Eva embraces me spontaneously. The three of us jump excitedly on the spot.

Completely surprised and agitated, I walk up the stage and listen to the moderator's question: "Hey, sexy! How big are your mega hot monster horns baby! And above all, what's your name, sharp snail?" A little puzzled by his cheeky question, I answer immediately with a big smile "95 E and I'm Laetitia", presumably psyched up by the alcohol and the spotlight. The crowd rages and cheers loudly and I'm off the hook for now. My two friends smile at me and both show me their thumbs. I've never been so lucky.

While the seventh girl enters the stage I let my gaze gently wander over the audience and only now realize that the proportion of men is even greater than I had thought from the beginning. "Let the games begin!" calls the handsome presenter. "Now we choose the first lucky man of the evening." Then it turns to the video wall where the counters rotate quickly and display a number after a few seconds. I hear a loud scream from the audience and the host calls the man from whom he came to himself on stage.

"Well, do you like our girls today? Do you have a favorite yet?" "Yes, he did!" he shouted into the microphone after sitting on the throne. His eyes get caught on me and I look away quickly and embarrassed. Favorite? For what? "Let's get back to the rules: Each of our girls will pull our own sticks. The two girls with the shortest ones will compete in our arena! If after 12 rounds there is more than one girl left, our sticks decide again about the winner of the jackpot", the presenter explains to the bawling audience.

"Oh, dear, what have I gotten myself into" I ask myself. Another guy in a suit comes out of the entrance and positions himself in front of the first girl who naturally pulls the style of the stick out of the man's fist and hides it in her hand. When he arrives at my house I pull a stick out of his fist and hide it in my hand. At the moderator's signal we open our fists simultaneously and a small mini-penis appears.

Oh, great, how classy and fitting. Quickly I compare mine with those of the others and notice that I have definitely not drawn the shortest. The host calls the two losers to him. "So, now to our arena rules! Our girls will now strip down to their underwear and enter the arena. But please leave the high heels on ladies! The winner is the one who completely exposed the other one! Kicking, beating, biting and scratching is not allowed and will be warned!"

"Oh, shit. Where am I going with this? I didn't sign up for this, did I?" If I hadn't drunk so much, I wouldn't be so reckless and haphazard. I'd like to escape now. But giving up already and storming off the stage would be more than super-peaceful and cowardly.

Maybe I'm lucky and I can't reach it. The two girls strip down to their underwear within seconds and enter the ring. "What actually happens to the loser?" I ask my neighbor quietly. "Very funny you little bitch" she snorts back. What do you want? What's that tone of voice? "No, really. I don't know' I reply quietly. "Come on, you didn't dress so cheap for nothing, you tramp. You know very well that they always take the ones that look horniest. Pure coincidence. I don't laugh" poisons them back whispering.

While the fight is already in full swing I ask them "and why should they do that? This has no effect on the competition". "Don't be silly. The hotter the girls look, the more guys buy a ticket to fuck us. But they won't fuck me for sure, I trained especially not to lose".

I'm black in front of my eyes and feeling sick in my stomach. Suddenly everything becomes clear to me. The signs were so clear, I should have recognized them. Fucking booze. What was written in front of the entrance again... there were half naked women on it and underneath something with sex. And that talk with that guy earlier.

This is bullshit. What did she mean about the training? Carefully I look at her stature. Hardly any breasts and very strong upper arms. Very wiry and sporty. I definitely wouldn't stand a chance against them. Then I'll have to rely on luck again. The fight is over and one of the young women is completely naked while the other is still wearing all her underwear. "So, we have a hot loser. The presenter turns to the winner on the throne. Oh, no, he actually wanted me! I'm getting more and more nervous.

"Attention! Here too we have small rules! You two have ten minutes. If you can't make him happy in this time, you're out of the competition. So you should listen to the winner, sweetheart! Oh, and of course we want to see a clear sign afterwards that you made him happy! Let's go!"

He smiles at the visibly insecure and still naked girl on stage. The two follow the assistant backstage, so to speak. The music sounds again and the mini penises are collected again. "Just bring me luck again," I'm thinking to myself. I desperately look for Katja and Eva in the turmoil. They just shrug their shoulders. Oh, that's great.

"Yes, you better give up right now. You don't stand a chance against me anyway, and the less we get the better my chance. But as cheap as you look, those guys always get to shoot you fast" the dyke whispers into my ear. It scares me. I must admit, I'm just scared. The last time I was violent, if at all in the sandbox.

"Yes, maybe. But it's gonna be harder for you to do this in ten minutes. "All this time I thought a guy was standing next to me you dyke!" I turn around and look at her as badly as I can. Now she has seized my ambition. "Well, you little glitter cunt! I'll show you! You're not getting the money. I'll turn you off," she screams quite loudly, so loudly that the other candidates hear it too. Great, even more attention and a heated atmosphere.

Promptly the music goes out again and from the exit comes the assistant with the other two in tow. She holds her arm in front of her chest and the other hand in front of her abdomen. The assistant points to her belly and the white liquid on it. On the video screen you can see a close-up of her defiled belly. This is therefore proof as required. "Well, great. You made our first winner very happy! And even so fast! A new record! Did you like it too?" "Of course, it was definitely worth it!" "Great, see you next time! Off to the next round!"

My comrade-in-arms is getting back in line. Still naked and covered in semen. No one makes arrangements to return her underwear and clothes or to get her something to clean. Well, these are great prospects. With these words the sexy moderator releases the winner and the numbers rotate again on the big screen until they stop by themselves as if by magic. There's another scream. The man who comes on stage now is of the kind of player.

Disco brawls and gelled hair. The conversation between the moderator and the candidate is the same as the first one. And again his gaze stays with me and again I look away quickly, embarrassed. I would have preferred the first guy even more than that disco pump.

The first one was still kind of cute, but I didn't like the guy visually. The young assistant walks around with his sticks again and every woman pulls her mini penis undercover again. I open my hand and compare it to my dear neighbor. She's the same length as me. "Lucky," I thought.

"Very well, there are the next two candidates. They're already standing right next to each other," the presenter shouts happily into his microphone. To find out who my turn is now, I look into the row and notice that all eyes are on me and my concubine. Whereby women are a relative term here. "Oh, no! This can't be happening"!

"What a coincidence, the jackpot. Our bosom wonder with the short blond hair gets into the ring," the host calls to the greasy guy on the throne. I look for my girls with begging looks in the crowd. But I can't find them in a hurry. Slowly and very hesitantly I start to take off my blouse and skirt. The audience is already cheering. That's great. Well, it's still like this afternoon at the beach. Just don't lose it. But with the opponent.

She also wears stretchy sports underwear and ballerinas. Now my hot lace underwear and the high heels pay off. It doesn't matter. Just don't give up. The moderator and the assistant are holding up the ring ropes. We're both getting in the ring. After all, there is such a thing as a referee.

The gong sounds and off you go. This wild dyke actually storms at me as if by my senses. I stop and hope that I can grab her somehow, or that she stumbles through a divine coincidence and sprains her foot. Too late. I wasn't fast enough. She tore me down on my shoulder and quickly turned me over on my stomach. With her knees she presses against my back so that I can't get up. In the distance I hear the audience cheering.

Like a stranded whale, I lie helpless on my stomach. What a humiliating feeling. But that was only the beginning. Your first movement goes to my black panties. She's tearing it down above the butt. I fight as best I can. But I'm not a fighter. I notice how my well rounded buttocks are exposed and suddenly feel like something violently penetrates me and presses my labia apart.

I open my eyes wide and struggle for air and composure in equal measure. "Na you victim. You're a hot, tight little bitch. You recognized me being a lesbian. Now it's playtime "chick mouse" - she panting wildly in my ear. It's extremely drafty and I can't think clearly for a moment. She still spreads her fingers quickly in my pussy apart and gives me another firm push.

Before I see myself or before anyone else could notice it she pulled her fingers out of me again and pulls the panties over my high heels down. I'm still fighting as best I can. But it's in vain. Now she quickly opens my bra and pulls it over my head. She gets up and releases me. With relish the bitch fires my panties and my bra into the cheering crowd of men.

Am I supposed to be glad it's over now. Or should I be ashamed of being completely naked in front of hundreds of men. Or that I'm about to get picked on by that greasy guy. What a nightmare. I've never felt so humiliated and humiliated. But giving up is not for me. Bravely I get up again and cover my breasts and my lower body. The fighting life stands provocative, grinning before me and licks her fingers with relish. That bitch.

"Wow, it's never been this fast. And then something so hot was revealed! Are we happy" - the presenter asks the poser who is already looking at me with his eyes. He just nods with a drooling smile. The referee pulls up the lesbian arm as a sign of victory. After all, the host opens the ropes for me. "Now, be a good girl! And give me a pat on the butt. Embarrassed I turn around while I follow the guy and the assistant completely naked. I see the moderator's gaze and individual faces in the crowd. It's the same look everywhere.

"Bitch needs it and gets it right now" - her eyes seem to scream. What am I doing here? But I'm not giving up now and I'm not running away. The assistant leads us into a room with a bed in the middle and shallow lighting. Are Eva and Katja coming through the door any moment now to save me ready for the movies? I don't think so.