ProfNigma Stories #10: Schneider’s Island #2
Date: 12/2/2015,
Categories:
Celebrities,
Author: FrankSinner
... an absolute nightmare to pronounce and spell. I want to just drop it so I can be a one name, you know… like Madonna, Cher, Prince-" "Or 'Cunt'," came a voice behind Tasha, which caused the model to spin around and see a thicker girl that she immediately rolled her eyes at. "I think that could work well for you. Full name Whore Cunt." "Trina…" Robbie said through gritted teeth, already pissed at his former girlfriend. "The hell?" "You two know each other?" Tasha asked looking back and forth. "Yeah," Trina responded, tossing her hair back. "I used to date limp dick here years ago, but then I realized I needed to get someone on my level." "And while you were down in the sewer, did you find anything?" Tasha shot back. "Now leave us alone. I was having a conversation." "Not until you admit," Trina said, clearly a bit wasted, "that you fucked that music video director guy and that's why you got the job." "No…" Tasha said, firmly. "I didn't have to screw my way up to the top… I'm not you." "Just stop, Trina…" Robbie spoke up, shaking his head. "Just crawl back to whatever hole you crawled out of to get here." "Oh, don't get me started on you, Shapiro!" she practically yelled, slowly moving towards him. "Shocked you could actually make time to come here in between your constant breakdowns and failed suicide attempts. I'd tell you to go fuckin' kill ...
... yourself, but you'd probably fuck it up… again." Robbie was seeing red, and in an attempt to save face in front of this gorgeous girl that he'd thought about time and time again, usually in unsavoury ways, he just bolt-ed. The curly haired boy nearly knocked a handsome dark haired teen that had his eyes set on finding the bride and having a long chat. * * * Far from the nearly empty party, two girls, who couldn't love each other more if they tried, playfully walked over each other on their way to the edge of the inn's grounds, where the water met the shore. Cat, never one to do the thing that made sense, blindly ran towards the water, anxious to see how it would feel. Her toe told her the temperature was perfect so she took the next logical step- getting in. "Whoa, babe," Noelle warned. "You're going to get your dress all dirty and wet. You don't… want…" She couldn't even finish her sentence as she saw that it wouldn't be a problem as the plucky redhead slipped the dress from her shoulders, revealing her topless form to the water, the night's moon offering just enough of a silhouette that Noelle could salivate over. "But…" the dark haired girl struggled, "I have… something I need to talk to you about…" "Nuh uh!" she called out as she raced and jumped right into the water, leaving Noelle to watch her fish of a girlfriend immerse herself completely in the pitch black sea. "No more talking until you catch me, Noey." The Michigan ...