This is part 1 of the first story I am posting.
I hope you enjoy it...
Luana had just finished her degree in law and was now a tour guide for Shenaxxxxns Adventure. It was a temporary job and she loved it. She was a natural leader and over the summer she had been promoted to Tour Leader. She had taken tours to Tasmania and Ayers Rock and now she was going to Kakadu. She had never been before and was excited. Another tour leader would be helping her out so it would be fine. She placed her ipad on her bedside table and turned off her night lamp.
The next day Luana got up fresh as a strawberry. She showered, had breakfast. She put on her uniform and looked in the mirror. The snug, navy shorts and polo top showed off her slim, brown body. She struck a pose on one hip and smiled to herself; looking great in her Shenaxxxxns Tours uniform always pleased her. She put away her makeup and drove to the office.
Gianni and Sam were already in, joking around and they both flashed her big smiles saying "hi Luana". They loved saying hi when she came in and always made a point of it. She enjoyed the attention, although it sometimes created tension with her colleagues who acted like they didn't have time for it. Luana knew they were constantly fighting back jealousy and was sensitive enough not to rub their faces in it. She always made them feel better by giving them complements whenever she could.
Sally was reading email when Luana arrived. "hi" she drawled without looking up. "hey! What's up?"
"ugh I have to pick up the new girl from the airport" she dragged her keys up off the desk and trudged past.
Luana smiled and started checking off the gear for the tour.
The next day Luana notices the bus hadn't been washed in weeks and Luana decided that she would get it washed for the trip. "Bianca, can you Help me wash the bus?"
"sure"
Luana and Bianca always washed the bus inside and out. Luana went to get the keys heard laughing from the office. Gianni and Sam were fooling around again.
She poked her head through the door ready to flirt but was stopped dead in her tracks. There on Sam's chair was a beautiful brunette in the Ace Tour uniform she loved. The short shorts just as snug as her own. The brunette had her legs pulled up and a big smile as she had stolen Sam's chair . He stood dumbly asking for it back. Sally was having fun too. She had stolen Gianni's chair and wasn't giving it back either.
Luana made her entrance, sternly. The party of four were too involved in their silly game to pay her any attention. "if Gianni can spell my name he can have a chair," chided the devastatingly beautiful brunette.
Giani was too stupid of course and got it wrong so the flirty game continued. Luana found the sudden indifference to her presence slightly annoying. She stood on one hip as she liked to do, but now with her arms folded waiting for the game to end. Gianni had another attempt and failed causing the others to burst into laughter again.
Luana cleared her throat to be noticed. In her own time, the brunette finally looked at her. "Well hello," she gazed, " I can't get up right now..." she offered her hand. Luana rolled her eyes to the left and replied with a grim reservation "hello"; it thoroughly annoyed her that she would have to make more effort, discard her pose and walk over to the other brunette. It was a forced error and she hated the other girl already. Their hands met softly at first, palms to flat fingers as they met eyes. Neither willing to close the distance at first, then Luana surged forward, finger tips sliding on palms and once hot palms had mated the girls instinctively formed a grip, smoothly transitioning from gentle to firm. Luana could see this girl was strong like her. She could feel it; instantly sensing a threat: moisturised hands, but with the strength of a rock climber. The other girl had beautiful eyes and Luana felt herself caught off-guard by their hypnotic power; "I'm Chantelle" she purred, enjoying seeing Luana struggling to maintain composure, nearly drowning in her devastating sexiness.
Luana knew she would have to work with this girl but she instantly felt something she hadn't felt for a long time: rivalry, as between her and her sister, when a new boy came to the house and they would compete for his attention with any and every prop they could muster: toys and crafts when they were little but then hair dos, coloured bra straps, eye liner, lipstick, short shorts, tiny t-shirts, tight jeans, tanks, heels, bustiers, and finally minidresses which allowed the flashing of crotches as they energetically frolicked, jumping, bending, rolling, cartwheeling, playfully wrestling and slutting about with the boy at any opportunity. She needed to prove herself against Chantelle or she would cease to be the favourite and Chantelle would steal all the fun, leaving her life to suck. Luana didn't mind working hard, so long as it was appreciated and she felt wanted.
The two let their hands slip apart. "I'll be taking you to Kakadu tomorrow" she smiled. Luana smiled back but it was completely forced; she didn't like the language Chantelle had used - she was Tour Leader and this girl was a ring-in to help her out - not assume command. "Don't stand for it", she told herself. She had to think fast; she old buy time and turn it around. "taking us? That's interesting. The keys have my name on them.. Unless you're going on a different tour" she knew damn well chantelle was not going on a different tour; Luana was just staking her claim before this upstart got in the habit of bossing her around. Chantelle's smile dropped. The feigned confusion had been well noted and the refusal to surrender power so easily had captured Chantelle's interest. They stared at one another, Chantelle gazing confidently, looking for a chink in the armour .. Luana repeated herself "I'm driving". Chantelle frowned and stood up tall, meeting Luana face to face, the others watching, captivated. Both girls were flexing to stand as tall as possible, with hands on hips, their breasts were closing and Luana did not step back. Chantelle was forced to stop her advance. The two held each other's pretty gaze and Luana could break down the other girls beauty for the first time: eyeliner, mascara, foundation the chinks in her armour were there - still she was extremely hot without a doubt.. Then she made the mistake of staring into the other girl's cornier and she was tripping: she saw her soul and luana's guard was down. She saw fire, hot lust and even flecks of jealousy and insecurity... But she wasn't thinking of what to say. Suddenly she was snapped back to the present: "I thought I was the boss", whined Chantelle, pretending to be serious. The others laughed and Chantelle eyed her prey cruelly. Exchange of power complete. Luana had lost. She smiled forcibly and tilted her head to the side dumbly - she'd been bested and she knew it, she decided to retreat, feeling compromised and furious inside.
Luana wanted to pull her hair out, but this was a world of young adults, she would have if it had been her sister five years ago. She had been challenged and then kidded into thinking it was all an innocent joke -not only that- she had been ridiculed for defending her position! Chantelle was winding her up, no question about it.
As she left the office Bianca accosted her "Hey are we washing the bus?"
Rolling her eyes, her mood was totally different now; all her good will had been consumed by Chantelle. "Tomorrow!", she managed, as she pushed around her.
...
The next morning it was bright and sunny. Luana got up and went to the mirror. This time she was bothered. She wasn't as sure of herself and it would take some serious primping before she assured herself that she was better than that bitch Chantelle. She stood in front of her mirror in her short black nighty and checked herself out. Sleepy hair, she looked hot. She posed and even put her hands on herself provocatively. Fingers on hips. "Hot" she told herself truthfully. Chest out and elbows up holding her hair back, looking in the mirror her nighty lifted and her panty-clad crotch flashed black lace at her as she pouted,"hotter than hell", she thought with full approval. Something was different though. She paused and realised - she was horny! Her clit was tingling and the silky soft satin was heaven as she allowed her fingers to caress lightly. And all the while she had been harbouring thoughts of Chantelle in the back of her mind. She stroked herself more and thought of the wrestling she had done with her sister years ago. One summer they had all but kissed and the wrestling had gotten erotic and though they both enjoyed it neither would acknowledge the lust for the other, instead attributing it to the boy they were putting on the show for. She realised that she was both scared and thrilled by the conflict with Chantelle - sexually thrilled. Luana began to think of their face to face standoff. Had Chantelle tried to challenge her physically? What would have happened if she had moved into her and completed the first contact chest to chest? She could feel their tits pressing now. The audience had stopped them. Now she realised she wanted to wrestle Chantelle. And humiliate her, she teased her clit to the thought but refused to acknowledge any attraction. She massaged her perfect labia as she rested her elbow high on the mirror. She felt so good she let herself climax before slipping from the nighty and heading to the shower. How would the day go? What would happen. What was she going to say to Chantelle? The water ran down her brown skin and she felt her nipples were still hard as she washed her torso.
She would challenge the girl's behaviour; it was immature and unprofessional - but she wouldn't say "unprofessional" she'd already been ridiculed as a nerd. She would get her alone and ask her what she was doing and why. "No."she thought - that would allow her to deny everything. Fuck it - she would threaten and challenge the bitch when they were alone: walk into her, getting in her face, chest to chest, nose to nose just like she and her sister would do. "Yes" she thought; she would be the aggressor and seize control. As she hatched a plan, her nipples stiffened more.
When Luana put on her uniform, she want preparing for work; she was preparing for battle. The little blue shorts, the polo top.. Sporty sneakers. Beneath she had sexy skimpy bra and thong set that she chose so her nipples would poke visibly into her snuggest polo. She approved of her reflection and smiled, pleased to have a plan. She felt like she was in control again.
