City Girl vs. Country Girl On The Beach: Blue State vs. Red State
By: Supporturgoddesss
New-York-City-girl Lacey Rae Hudson adjusted her tiny, blue bikini, letting the sun’s warm rays bathe her gorgeous body. She then pulled a small wrap around her and stared out at the white sands beyond her hotel. Lacey worked hard. She had spent months looking forward to her vacation in Florida.
The blue-state beauty ran her fingers through her short, dark-brown hair and sighed. She worked hard. Living off a rich man’s fortune wasn’t her style, but she was pretty sure her country cousin Becky wasn’t beyond such tactics. Lacey could easily imagine the blue-eyed blonde southern belle lying out by a pool behind some rich man’s mansion somewhere in the Deep South, playing the part of the pampered housewife. Lacey felt sure Becky wouldn’t lift a finger. She’d surely have a staff of servants to tend to her every need. Blue state beauty Lacey and her southern belle cousin Becky had been lifelong rivals. They had competed over everything. This competition had led them into countless battles in their youth; scrapes Becky shrugged off as harmless ‘wrasslin’ matches’. When the girls grew up, they went their separate ways. They had kept their distance from each other…until relatively recently. They had faced off in three all-out fights since becoming adults. Lacey won the first, but she lost the last two. When it came to bragging rights, the red-state blonde beauty had her foot on the back of Lacey’s neck, and both girls knew it. Lacey hungered for the chance to even the score, one day.
Lacey shook her head, shoving thoughts of her cousin from her mind. She shoved sunglasses into her short, dark hair and skipped down toward the beach. Hoping to avoid overcrowded areas, Lacey opted to skip down the street a ways, hoping to find just the right spot on the white sands. She passed a few beach houses owned by locals. She came across a little girl sitting in a lemonade stand. The little girl wore a major frown and looked absolutely miserable. Lacey glanced at a roll of paper and up at a banner made from it hanging over the lemonade stand. The price had been downgraded several times.
Lacey bought a drink. “How’s business?”
The child frowned. “Not good. See, my dad takes us to Disneyworld every year, but this year…he lost his job. I know he wants to take us, but Mom says we can’t afford it. She said the only way we can go is if I raise part of the money. I was sure I could do it. Business started out great, but then….”
“What happened?” Lacey asked.
“I don’t know,” the girl replied. “At first all the guys just roamed around. They played games and got hot and thirsty. I did great at first, but now there’s some big attraction down on the beach. Now that they’re all glued to the beach, they don’t come up here for lemonade.”
“Hang in there Kid,” Lacey said. “Maybe your luck will change.”
Lacey started to walk on, but her curiosity got the best of her. She looked down at the beach. She simply had to find out what the big attraction was!”
Lacey started down the beach. She saw dozens of young men gathered around in a circle. Something had them spellbound!
Lacey broke through the crowd and stopped, frozen in place. Her mouth fell open. “I don’t believe it!”
Lacey’s beautiful southern belle cousin, Becky Smooter, lie on a towel in center of the circle of young men.
Becky rolled to her front and pulled down her sunshades a bit, looking up at Lacey. Becky rolled her eyes and whispered, “There goes the neighborhood.”
Lacey sneered down at her.
The beautiful blonde in the bright red bikini brushed the Northern girl off like a gnat. She pushed the sunglasses back into place and went back to reading from a novel.
Lacey looked down at her country cousin with contempt. There lie southern-belle Becky in her bright red bikini, her delicious legs bent up at her knees, cute little bare feet rocking rhythmically back and forth behind her as she read. Every boy on that beach was enthralled by the cute little blonde…until….
Lacey Hudson pulled off her wrap, revealing a magnificent, petite body barely restrained by her bright blue bikini. Whistles filled the air. Lacey flopped down on a towel of her own. More than half of Becky’s admirers left to ogle the gorgeous big-city gal. Becky’s mouth fell open in disbelief!
The cousin’s intense rivalry kicked into high gear. The battle for the beach was on. Each beauty pulled out her tricks, each determined to attract the majority of the young men present. The back-and-forth battle went on for hours, with neither girl gaining a clear advantage. By mid afternoon, the tension became unendurable.
Always the bolder of the two, Lacey marched over to her cousin, with admirers in tow. Becky rose. The cousins faced off toe-to-toe.
“This is my beach,” snarled Becky. “I was here first!”
Lacey’s eyes narrowed. “Ha! You just happened to be here, right? You little liar! I’ve been planning this vacation for months. I must have mentioned it to one of our relatives, who mentioned it to you! You came here to start trouble.”
Becky put her hands on the sides of her curvy hips. “If it’s trouble you want, I’ll give it to you!”
Then came the game changer. A truck from a local radio station arrived. They began setting up a small stage farther down the beach. They planned to broadcast live. As a promotional gimmick, they planned a competition between beach beauties, with a prize for the winner. Any girl on the beach could sign up to enter the competition.
Lacey thrust her finger toward the stand. “If you really want to prove who’s queen of this beach, why don’t we BOTH sign up for the contest? The winner stays. The loser has to admit defeat and leave…for good!”
In her thick, southern accent, Becky twanged, “The day I can’t beat you…. Fine! You’re on!”
The cousins marched side-by-side down the beach to sign up for the competition. Their admirers followed. A small group of girls were signing up. The mere sight of the two beautiful cousins caused several of the other competitors to quit before the competition even began!
The rules were simple. The radio station had set up a series of events for the bikini-clad beauties to compete in. After each event, one or more girl who performed poorly would be eliminated, until a winner was crowned. Becky and Lacey waited around with a group of lovely ladies. The crowd of spectators grew. After about an hour, the radio show started, and the contest got underway.
The first event had all the girls twirling hula hoops around their delicious bodies. The rhythmic gyrations of so many sweet, nubile bodies brought groans of approval from the male-dominated audience. Bellies rolled and hips swayed magnificently, all to music played from the truck. When it came to tummies, Becky’s was simply beyond compare. Becky took first place. A local redhead took 2nd. Lacey felt a bit stunned at taking third.
Three girls were eliminated.
The radio DJ’s voice boomed over an amplifier. “The next event will be wet and wild, slick and slippery! Get ready for a battle royal…on Slip-and-Slides!” The crowd roared! Two long sheets of bright yellow plastic were rolled out on the sand. When a whistle blew, the fight was on! Instantly beautiful, bikini-clad girls slipped and slid all over each other. Bodies began grinding together as girls rolled wildly, unable to gain their footing on the wet, slippery plastic. A trio of platinum blondes slid off the edges of the plastic early and were eliminated.
A beautiful brunette followed. The cute, local redhead who had beaten Lacey at Hula Hoops gave Becky all she could handle, but the southern belle finally prevailed, shoving the Floridian off the plastic and eliminating her.
With soap suds filling the air and bodies flipping madly head-over-heels, the referees couldn’t keep control. A vacationing brunette from Texas gave Lacey a hard time, playing dirty and rubbing her thumb in the northern girl’s eye. She picked the wrong girl to cheat against. The moment the referee was distracted Lacey fought back, slamming a fist to the Texan’s chin. She fell and slid off into the sand.
More and more girls slid off the plastic, until only Lacey and Becky remained. Panting and exhausted, the cousins charged. Their small but voluptuous bodies met with the crisp slap of bare belly on bare belly. Breasts pressed together, each tried to force the other back. The sumo-like battle ended quickly, as both girls lost their footing and fell together, momentarily lost under soap suds. The girls emerged from the suds, rolling and spinning madly. Becky managed to shove Lacey off. Lacey fell on her back. Becky lunged toward her, but Lacey kicked the bottom of both her feet flat into Becky’s face! The kick rung Becky’s southern bell! Becky fell over and slid slowly down the entire length of the plastic until she rolled off into the sand. The crowd roared! The ref declared Lacey the winner! Becky looked on, her face covered in soap suds, with only her wide, shocked blue eyes showing.
More girls were eliminated.
Only a few girls remained, including the Texan, the local Florida redhead, Becky, and Lacey.
For the next event, the DJ gave each of the remaining girls a Popsicle. They would be judged on how sexy they were. The bikini-clad beauties licked and slurped, bit and nibbled, as the boys in the crowd groaned and cheered their approval. Lacey’s nubile tongue curled seductively around her Popsicle. Becky sweet little tongue flattened out and then wrapped around the tubular form, gently, even lovingly caressing it, licking up and down. Her adorable blue eyes swept over the crowd. At that moment, most of the boys would have killed to have been a frozen treat, caressed by Becky’s little pink tongue.
Becky won the event. The local redhead came in second. The Texan Lacey hated came in third. Lacey took fourth. Lacey’s heart pounded. She had narrowly avoided elimination!
Four girls remained.
The next event was similar to the last. The DJ announced, “The next event is a hot dog eating contest!”
Beaches often host hot dog eating contest each summer, including one particularly famous one on the 4th of July. This, however, was something different. The DJ chose four especially lucky young men from the crowd and brought them onto the stage, where they sat on small stools. Each of the remaining girls knelt before one of the boys. The DJ then gave each boy a hot dog wiener to hold in his lap. Each girl would wolf down as many of the frankfurters as possible within a sixty-second time limit, literally eating out of the boys’ hands.
Becky and Lacey knelt side-by-side, glancing at each other, nervously.
A whistle blew. Beautiful girls in bikinis leaned forward, hungry mouths grabbing desperately at the wieners before them. The boys’ hands soon filled with a mix of half-chewed frankfurters and warm saliva. There was something fantastically primal, deliciously savage about the event. Sweet little girls turned into snapping, growling, wild animals! The Texan pulled away, spitting up and giving up. She was done! The local redhead slowed to a stop, unable to do more than nibble at her third frankfurter.
The battle came down to Lacey vs. Becky, mouth vs. mouth. The boys feeding them their wieners could barely control themselves! The girls were so hungry, so anxious! They needed to win. They needed it so badly! They bounced on their knees, pleading for more! The girls’ wet, hungry mouths covered the boy’s fingers up to their knuckles then slid back down and off their fingers. They were ravenous!
The whistle blew. Lacey won by a half a wiener. Becky pouted.
Lacey gloated over the panting, beaten little blonde.
The southern belle in the red bikinis looked up and twanged, “I lost ‘cause I’ve never done nuthin’ like this before! We all know you’re used to getting down on yore knees before boys and doing something…similar!”
“Oos” came from the crowd. Lacey’s eyes narrowed.
Only three girls remained, Lacey, Becky, and the local redhead, who had proven herself a surprisingly worthy opponent.
The semi-final event came down to a simple wet T-shirt contest. The girls stepped behind the truck, removing their tops and slipping into identical white T-shirts, ensuring no one would have an advantage. The girls then danced to sexy music, swirling their bodies, grinding together, and doing all they could to turn on the crowd. The DJ splashed water on them from above, in a scene vaguely reminiscent of the famous scene from “Flash dance”. The girls continued, though now their bodies were shiny and wet. Their wet T-shirts clung to their shapely forms.
Finally, the crowd had to choose.
Lacey won a clear victory. Becky took second. The local redhead was eliminated.
Becky’s mouth hung open in shock. The famous pageant queen had never lost a beauty contest…until that night. It was hard enough for her to be judged less attractive than another girl, but losing to her cousin and arch rival almost sent the southern belle into tears!
One at a time, the cousins went around behind the truck, removed their shirts and put their bikini tops back on.
“Well folks,” said the radio DJ, “it all comes down to a battle between Blue-State beauty Lacey Rae Hudson and Red State cutie Becky Smooter! Who is the true queen of the beach? It’s up to them to decide it, through a classic summertime beach game! Ladies and gentlemen…it’s limbo time!”
The crowd cheered, as the classic “Limbo Rock” tune played.
Lacey and Becky set their jaws and prepared to pit their heavenly, flexible little bodies against each other in one last showdown.
The song asked the question on everyone’s mind. “How low can you go?”
Two boys held a pole up about waist high. Lacey leaned back, jiggling her fabulous breasts and passing under the bar. Becky followed.
The boys lowered the bar. Becky shimmied under the bar, shoulders moving back and forth. Lacey followed.
The bar lowered even farther. A furrow appeared between Becky’s eyebrows. Shaking her dreamy little body, the busty little beauty bent back, back…and passed under the bar. Lacey took a deep breath. She shook her body to the music and bent back, back, back…but she feared she wasn’t low enough! Her toes grabbed desperately at the wet sand, trying to bend down just a little further…. Lacey passed under the bar, but only with great effort.
Lacey gasped! She feared her slightly smaller cousin had the edge. She feared she was doomed to suffer yet another defeat. Then an idea entered the city girl’s mind, a wicked, devilish, wonderful idea! Lacey had an idea about how to add an inch or two to Becky’s diminutive physique.
Though Lacey and Becky would never admit it out loud, each cousin had secretly always held an extreme fascination for the other. Their rivalry was spawned from each cousin’s secret fear she wasn’t as pretty as the other. Each girl’s darkest, deepest secret was that she was deeply, totally, even desperately attracted to her cousin. Of course while liberal Northern girl Lacey could at least consider such things, conservative Southern girl Becky would not dare to even let such an idea enter her mind! Becky steadfastly refused to admit her feelings even existed…which only made her more vulnerable to them.
While the judges reset the pole and the DJ spoke to his listeners on the radio, Lacey went to work on Becky! Lacey sidled up to her cousin. She pressed her bikini-clad body against Becky’s own. Lacey rubbed her luscious leg up and down Becky’s and used her foot to play footsie with Becky’s. Becky froze like a statue, her blue eyes growing wide! Her heart pounded! Becky couldn’t admit it even to herself, but as much as she wanted to beat her cousin, no one could turn her on the way Lacey could!
By the time the DJ returned and the competition resumed, Lacey had worked Becky into such a state that the cute little southern blonde was on the verge of….
Lacey went first. She looked down. The bar was so low! Shaking her body to the music, Lacey put all her magnificent body had to offer into completing the task. Her muscles flexed and her body rolled until finally, she shimmied under the pole!
Now it was Becky’s turn! She swallowed hard and began shaking her shoulders to the music. Her back bent and her knees folded as she bent lower and lower…. Wet sand slipped between Becky’s toes, as she tried desperately to keep her footing. She bent her fabulous body lower and lower until she was sure she was even lower than Lacey had been. She began to pass under the pole, when the bar suddenly shifted! Her ample breasts had struck the pole! Becky held her breath…until the bar steadied itself. She tried again, but again her breast touched the pole! Becky’s breathing grew rapid and her blue eyes widened. Becky tried again, but for once, having large, firm, round breasts wasn’t an advantage. Hopelessly aroused by Lacey’s actions moments earlier, Becky’s erect nipples caught the pole! Becky fell to her back in the sand. The pole fell over her chest. Instantly Lacey curled her foot around the pole and slammed it down hard over Becky’s breasts, leaving the humiliated, defeated southern blonde pinned to the sand, staring up helplessly at her victorious cousin!
The DJ announced, “Your winner and the queen of the beach is…Miss Lacey Rae Hudson!”
Lacey received her prize, which turned out to be a free week at the same hotel she was already staying at.
Lacey stared down at Becky, gloating. “You heard him. I’m the queen of this beach. Get lost…loser!”
Lacey turned and walked away, followed by dozens of spellbound young men.
Suddenly Lacey felt a sharp push between her shoulder blades. The violent shove almost sent her face down into the sand. Lacey spun.
Becky shouted, “You dirty cheater! You didn’t fight fair! You….You….”
Lacey folded her arms. “What did I do?”
Becky sulked. “You know darn well what you did!”
Lacey looked around at the admirers she had won over from Becky and smiled, triumphantly. “Yeah. I know what I did. Shall we tell them?”
Becky turned pale. She unconsciously shook her head “No!”
A devilish grin covered Lacey’s lips. She could have walked away with a clear victory, but she just couldn’t resist the urge to gloat. “I knew I was at a disadvantage when it came to passing under the pole. You can see my boobs are a lot bigger than hers.”
Becky hissed. “They are NOT!”
“Anyway,” Lacey went on, “I had to find a way to give my flat-chested southern cousin a boost.”
Lacey stood directly behind her cousin, repeating the seductive actions she had taken earlier.
“I started running my leg up and down hers, played footsie with her…. Before long, she was so overheated I swear she was about to--
SMACK!
Lacey spun down. She sat up, holding her cheek where Becky slapped it.
Breasts heaving, Becky shrieked “Don’t you EVER talk that way about me, you hear? It ain’t true!” Becky stamped her feet. “It ain’t true!”
Lacey rose. “You know something cousin? I was pretty happy after beating you so badly in the competition, but now you’ve made my day!”
POW!
A closed fist flat into Becky’s jaw sent her spinning down. The fight was on! Lacey dove on top of Becky and the two rolled madly in the sand, as their male admirers cheered them on. Both girls were strangers to the boys of summer. They didn’t care who won. They just wanted to see the fight! Becky worked her feet in between the two and kicked them apart.
The cousins rose evenly, with the southern blonde in the red bikini on the right and the northern beauty in the bright blue bikini on the left. They circled, slowly.
Lacey’s thoughts raced. ‘Don’t let her get to you. Don’t fight her fight. Make her fight yours. She’s tough toe-to-toe. Stay away from her fists. Keep it body-to-body.
Embarrassed and outraged, the blonde southerner was fighting on pure emotion. She charged. Lacey spun with her, sending Becky down hard with a hip-toss. Becky looked up with huge, blue eyes, rolling away a split second before Lacey’s foot could stomp her face. Becky hugged Lacey’s lower legs, tripping her down. Again the two petite beauties rolled, kicking sand up, yelling and screaming, choking and pulling hair. Lacey bit Becky on the meaty area beside her shoulder but above her breast. Becky screamed. Lacey took control, but only for a moment. The two came up fighting, spinning in slow circles, pulling each others’ hair viciously. Now Becky retaliated by leaning in and biting Lacey’s cheek. Lacey howled. Lacey felt her knees folding. Desperate to stay on her feet, Lacey relied on an old trick. She reached behind her conservative cousin, took a fistful of her red bikini bottom, and pulled it down. The conservative southern belle’s eyes bulged in shock and shame, as the boys whistled and howled. With the boys off to her side, it’s unlikely they saw anything more than if she had been wearing a thong, but she didn’t know that. Propriety demanded she pull her bikini bottom up. When she reached back to do so, she was wide open. Lacey slammed a fist deep into Becky’s lovely belly. Becky staggered back doubled over. Lacey threw a kick at Becky’s face, but Becky kicked too. Their feet met sole on sole. Both girls fell.
As the girls rose, Becky’s lovely hips were all the boys could talk about. Though the comments were ranged from adoration to absolute awe, Becky felt Lacey had made her the butt of a joke (pardon the obvious pun).
Becky hissed, “So that’s what this is really about, isn’t it? All these guys saw how you were all over me during the limbo match. Now you just had to get a look at my hips! You just can’t get enough of me, can you? Are you trying to learn what a REAL woman looks and feels like?”
The crowd went wild, and so did Lacey! Burned and humiliated, she charged, reaching for her cousin’s hair.
WHACK!
Becky caught Lacey with a chopping jab to her mouth. Still boiling mad, Lacey brought up her fists. The two engaged in a brief, toe-to-toe boxing match. Lacey caught Becky in the gut and across the jaw, but Becky slammed a left-right combo that had Lacey’s ankles turning under. Becky hit so hard! The next fist almost broke Lacey’s nose! Lacey staggered, legs giving way. She turned back and took a tremendous uppercut under her chin. Lacey fell flat on her back in the sand. The crowd cheered.
Lacey shook out the cobwebs. “Dammit,” she thought to herself, “stop fighting her fight! She hits way too hard to stand toe-to-toe with her. Make her fight body-to-body!”
Lacey let out a battle cry and charged her cousin. Two wicked punches sent Lacey to her knees, but Lacey kept on coming! She hugged Becky around her upper thighs and tackled her down, to cheers. Each girl in turn used her legs around her rival’s waist to turn her over and squeeze her stomach, trying to force the air from her lungs. Lacey was staying on top most of the time, but both knew three counts meant nothing in this kind of contest. All that mattered was who was still conscious at the end! Lacey willingly let Becky roll on top. That freed Lacey’s legs enough to let her wrap them both around one of her cousin’s legs. Becky couldn’t escape. Lacey finally had them body-to-body, and she made the most of it. Lacey squeezed and twisted her cousin’s shapely body until Becky’s face turned various shades of maroon. Teeth gritted and tears welling in her eyes, Becky was hurting! Lacey patiently worked her cousin until she twisted her into a defenseless position. She then walloped her with hard fists driven into Becky’s bare and undefended stomach. Becky let out desperate, muffled shouts.
Suddenly Lacey threw her head back and screamed. Out-wrestled, Becky did the only thing she could. She bit her way out. Losing, Becky ran scared. Lacey chased her to the shoreline and into the waves. Just as the waves lapped against their thighs, Becky whirled, sending her entire body into a wild punch that almost broke Lacey’s jaw! Lacey fell like a rock, lost under a splash of gulf water!
Becky’s blue eyes nearly popped out of her head. “Lacey!” Becky screeched in terror. She bent down, feeling around in the sand beneath the waves. “Lacey! Lacey, where are you? Where--”
Lacey exploded up out of the water like a great white shark flying up after a meal. Now Becky splashed down beneath the waves. Becky ran for shore, Lacey chased her out of the water. Both girls were frightened, weakened, and trembling. Becky’s legs gave out. She fell. This time Lacey got the devastating foot-to-face stomp she had failed to land earlier. She ground her bare foot into Becky’s face, bringing laughter from the crowd. Becky finally tripped Lacey down.
The girls rose. Neither had much left. Now Lacey took a gamble. She bet on herself. She stood toe-to-toe and slugged it out with the blonde, believing she had squeezed enough fight out of her to change the odds. Left, right, left, right…Becky was stunned and on her heels, giving ground fast. Becky’s eyebrows tilted up, feeling her thin, shapely ankles turning under. Lacey landed a fist to Becky’s left eye and then to her right eyes. Becky collapsed into the sand! The crowd roared.
Lacey wasn’t finished. She waited, gasping for breath, as Becky tried to force herself to her feet. The moment Becky stood, Lacey cried out and leapt up onto Becky’s back from behind, riding her piggyback style while applying a choke hold.
Sheer terror filled Becky’s huge, blue eyes. Lacey’s arm pressed into her throat under her chin. The deep furrow between Becky’s eyes was soon joined by a bulging vein in her forehead. Becky’s face grew red and then purple. Twisted and distorted, it bore little resemblance to the vision of perfection it had been. Becky tried desperately to pull free, but Lacey was too strong. Becky threw herself back against a hill, ramming Lacey’s back against it.
“OOF!” Lacey shouted. If they had fought almost anywhere else, if Becky had rammed Lacey back into a solid hill or wall, she might have knocked her loose. The loose dirt and sand of the dune, however, absorbed just enough of the impact to let Lacey take the impact and still maintain her choke hold. Becky tried again, to even less affect.
Becky’s blue eyes were now tightly closed. Her face was drawn and purple. Her thighs quaked violently. In a last effort, she leapt backward to land on top Lacey, driving Lacey into the sand. Lacey refused to give up her hold. Lacey had her! She wrapped her legs around Becky’s waist, adding a crushing squeeze to the choke. Within a few seconds, Becky went limp. Lacey kept it up for a few more seconds, just to be sure.
Lacey let go. She stood over her sleeping cousin and showed the crowd a beaming grin. She threw up her arm to wild cheers, gloating over the helpless red-state beauty in the red bikini lying unconscious at her feet.
One of the boys asked, “How long do you think she’ll sleep?”
“Not long,” Lacey answered. A devilish grin spread over the big-city girl’s lips. “Maybe she’ll sleep just long enough. Come on. Carry her.”
One boy took the sleeping southern bell by her arms, another by her ankles.
“Where are we taking her?”
“To a friend of mine,” Lacey replied.
Lacey hurried back to the little girl at the lemonade stand. “Hey kid, do you still need a lot of cash, fast?”
The girl nodded.
“Okay. Get lost for about a half an hour. I’ll handle things here. Trust me.” Lacey winked.
Lacey looked at the roll of blank paper the child had made her sign from, at the lemonade stand, and then down at the southern blonde in the red bikini, sleeping so sweetly in the boys arms.
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Southern Belle Becky Smooter woke in bed in her hotel room, still wearing her red bikini. Apparently her cousin had left her there. She groaned softly. She ached from her head to her toes. She got up, went to the bathroom, gargled with some mouthwash, made a face, and gargled again. Then she rushed to pack. Lacey had defeated her fair-and-square. The cousins’ fight etiquette demanded she be out of town as quickly as possible. To the victor belonged the spoils. Becky had to leave Florida forever. Still, she thought to herself, it could have been much, much worse. She was frankly amazed Lacey hadn’t gone farther to humiliate her in defeat.
Becky tilted her lips up to one side and went back to gargle yet again. She had the strangest taste in her mouth.
When Becky returned, she saw an envelope poking into her hotel room from under the door. Becky opened the envelope. She held in her hands a set of pictures. The first showed a very long line of men, leading up to some sort of stand in front of a beach house. When Becky looked at the next picture, her eyes bulged. She saw a close-up picture of the sign above the stand. The sign read, ‘Kissing booth. Kiss sleeping beauty for ten dollars. Twenty dollars to French kiss.” There, below the sign, sat Becky, still sound asleep after the battle, sitting on a stool and propped against the inside wall of the stand! Lacey had indeed gotten even with Becky. She had gotten even a thousand times over! Lacey had propped sleeping Becky up inside the stand and stood by while every man on the beach came by, paid his fee, and kissed Becky on the lips!
Eyes bulging, Becky started to shake. Suddenly the strange taste in her mouth made sense! Utterly outmatched and thouroughly humiliated by her cousin, Becky Smooter let out a mad, high-pitched, enraged scream of frustration and defeat.
Lying in her bed in a room directly below Becky’s room, Lacey heard Becky’s frustrated scream. Lacey smiled ear-to-ear. She had left Becky lying at her feet after a fight, and then shamed her in a way far beyond anything Becky had ever been able to do to her. She even got to do a good deed, splitting the money from the kissing booth with the kid who owned the lemonade stand, ensuring the girl would have the money to go to Disneyworld with her folks as planned.
Lacey looked down from her window and watched her defeated, humiliated cousin hurriedly pack and drive away.
Lacey smiled and whispered to herself, “This was my best vacation…ever!”
