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As a native of LA, I feel this Total Drama story is rather appropriate. A story of intrigue, lust, and raunchy hardcore lesbian sex. Leave me a review and enjoy. Remember, use caution, use discretion, and get an STI test now and then. I'm Gavin Nuisance and I approve this fanfic.
The Los Angeles Lesbian Club
Los Angeles, California. The city of angels. It's a place where dreams are made, and then forever rot. It's a place of pretentiousness, vapid-ness, near criminal excess, and where there are no rules, especially in the sex game (Obviously barring pedophilia).
Hell, there's even a song called 'Californiacation'. Sex of all sorts happens all over this town of over four million, and for our Drama friends, it'll certainly be more for them to handle…especially the girls.
Our story begins in the Country Club Park neighborhood. Contrary to its name, it is devoid of country clubs, and contains one sad excuse for a park. It's one of those neighborhoods on he Westside that everyone kind of forgets, even devout Angelinos have to ask: 'Country Club Park, yeah….where's that, again?'
It is the home, or rather apartment of one of our protagonists: Bridgette Nethercutt. The twenty-three year old surfer girl was your typical Angelino. She enjoyed her vegetarian lifestyle, surfed whenever she could, and suffered through the mundane life of a full time retail job at a swanky Beverly Hills boutique where every customer led a more successful and more interesting life than she did while scraping by to make rent every month.
Bridgette had a streak of bad boyfriends throughout her life, none more infamous than her longest boyfriend: Geoff Oldgeiver. The self-proclaimed 'Westside Party King' was a known party boy, womanizer and general waste of life. He was however, dreamy to Bridgette for such a long time, until his promiscuous ways caught up with him and Bridgette formally ended their relationship for good.
Now single, and ready to get back there. It was after a horrible date with another pretentious snob that Bridgette sat at home depressed and scanned her email, it was from somebody from an anonymous email sent her the following:
Hey,
Saw you at the Ralph Lauren Boutique on Rodeo. Thought you were cute. Make a profile on this dating site: . I'd love to meet you. Message me when you make a profile: Winteriscoming29.
Cryptic, but Bridgette enjoyed the Game of Thrones reference. She never heard of this site, and thought it would be like one of those sites where girls make the first move, which were coming more commonplace. She figured, as long as she kept her personal info to a bare minimum and made a scarce amount of pictures, how bad could it be, at worst she expected some very lewd comments and the requisite dick pics to go with them.
So Bridgette went onto the website, and like most millennials did no research into it before creating her free profile, which actually required no profile pic, she took one anyway, no personal information, only info on who you're looking for, and obviously a profile name, to wit, Bridgette chose 'Surfercutie114'.
Again, doing no research, she searched for Winteriscoming29. And typed the message
Surfercutie114: Okay, Mr. Mystery, you got me onto this weirdo dating site. Points for you, considering I would never do something like this, but I really want to get back out there and your GOT reference won me over? Tell you were pissed at the finale?
There was nothing. Bridgette merely assumed the person merely wasn't online at the time. She decided to leave her computer open and go about her nightly routine instead of waiting for a response like a desperate lovesick puppy.
Meanwhile, while we let that one marinate for a day, it's now the following morning and we adjourn to another part of Los Angeles, The San Fernando Valley, aka 'The Valley', home to Burbank (WB and Disney are there), Calabasas (Where the Kardashians live), and more of LA. In a small two bedroom one bathroom house in the Winnetka neighborhood laid a sleeping and very hot and sweaty redhead: Izzy Donovan.
Izzy was also a twenty-three year old and a recently divorcee. A lesbian, she married her high school sweetheart: Eva Rodenchenko. The latter much more masculine which was in conflict with Izzy's own hyper type A crazy attitude. It didn't work out, and the two divorced within six months of marriage.
Eva moved out and in a slightly worse situation decided to live out of the auto shop she owns somewhere in The Valley. This left Izzy alone, sleeping in her own sweat in her rented valley house from the 1960's with no a/c.
She awoke to the sound of her alarm clock, I say awoke as if she was actually sleeping, but in fact Izzy had yet another sleepless evening with little ventilation and hopes and dreams torn asunder.
Like a lot of LA lesbians with no dreams of fashion or mid-level sports, Izzy was a patrol officer with the Los Angeles Police Department. Her shift was due to begin in an hour and she didn't car that she would be late. She removed her naked and sticky body from her bed, grunted all the way to the shower and turned it on ice cold.
While letting the icy goodness cascade over her fit bod a horny and sexually unsatisfied Izzy started to rub herself, starting low, and finally getting her right index and middle fingers into her pussy.
"Fuck me you little slut." She sexually slurred.
She propped her head against the old tiled walls of the shower and stuck her left index finger around her toned backside and slid said finger into her asshole, now having both of her holes filled. Izzy moaned and was able to finish.
Ready to start her day, a dried Izzy reached into her dresser and after rummaging through her underwear pulled out a purple butt plug. She reached back and tucked it snugly into her sphincter. She then threw on her black uniform complete with utility belt of equipment sans firearm, and walked outside, only to hear commotion going on from next door. The Alvarez family lived next to her, and were always fighting. Their teenage son Carlos Alvarez sat on the front porch, waiting for it to be over.
"What was it this time, Carlos?" Izzy asked.
"I dunno." He sighed. "Old man pulled a double shift, and dinner was cold or something fucking dumb."
"Sucks. I'm going to work, you can hang out in my living room until it cools down."
"Can I play PS4?" he begged.
"You fuck with my high score I'll kill you." She smirked, making a finger gun and pointing it at him. She tossed him her house key.
"You're the best, Iz."
He ran over and Izzy patted him on the head as he walked by. "And don't go looking for shit in my room. I hope you learned your lesson from last time."
"It's okay, my mom has one too." Carlos explained.
"Ew, now that's gonna ruin my day." She then threw on a pair of aviators. "Nothing personal, but your mom's not that hot."
"At least you and my dad agree on something." He then disappeared into Izzy's house. She smirked and went for her car.
Shifting gears, we're at the Ralph Lauren boutique in Beverly Hills, Bridgette's place of employment. She was working her shift with coworker Gwen Stivers, who couldn't be any less interested to work there, and fashionista Lindsay Oldgeiver, their manager, and to make matter's worse, Geoff's twin sister. The only thing worse than working with your ex's twin, is working with your ex's twin who is also your boss…and the only thing worse than that is the fact Lindsay was dumber than a sack of broken rocks.
They were looking over the days inventory before opening, making sure all things Ralph Lauren were on perfect display. Gwen, Bridgette's best friend seemed to have this happy glow about her.
"You're in a good mood." Bridgette noted.
"That's cause I got laid, sister." She smirked.
"I thought you were seeing Trent over the weekend? Did you fuck him again?" Bridgette asked, alluding to the fact that Gwen had a bad habit of having a 'friends with benefits' relationship with her longtime ex-boyfriend Trent Gerozian.
"No, I told him off a month ago, right. He got it this time. He just wanted to invite me over, maybe listen to music, watch a movie, and give me the last of my shit. I couldn't believe it either, but he made no advances, no nothing. It was actually really nice." Gwen explained.
"He's seeing someone." Bridgette chuckled. "Hey, at least he never cheated on you."
"Oh I'd kill him." Gwen sneered. But anyway, it wasn't him, I'm at his place in Redondo, right? Back out of his garage, second I do—bam, flat fucking tire. Fuck my life. I didn't want to go back to Trent cause I was afraid he'd do that macho move, fix the tire, and then I'm waking up next to him—"
"You mean waking up next to him—again." Bridgette pointed out.
"Screw you." Gwen playfully punched her arm. "Anyway, his neighbor hears me, we get talking about Trent, not a bad guy, but kind of a puss, and she invites me in cause it's fucking late, we drink some wine, and next thing I know this slut's making out with me."
"Ooh, scandalous." Bridgette smirked. "Was she older?"
"Yeah, 30's. Her name was Dawn Phillips, kind of a flower child but a beast in bed. And now I can chalk have lesbian romance off my bucket list."
"Damn. Are you seeing her again?" Bridgette asked.
"She gave me her number, I'll think about it."
"What was it like?"
"You curious, Bridge?" Gwen asked.
"I dunno, it's uh…kind of my bucket list too—just to see what it's like."
In truth, Bridgette was a little bi-curious, something she never told anyone and was too scared to act upon. She had been even frequenting the West Hollywood club scene in order to maybe see what it was like, but was always too scared of offending someone of being off-putting during sex as she only knew how to have sex the natural way. It never stopped her curiosity however.
"How about you?" Gwen asked.
"How about me, what?"
"Don't be coy, how's your dating game going?" Gwen started to stack some polo shirts to look like she was busy.
"You know, I'm uh…I'm not sure I'm ready to get back in the dating scene quite yet." Bridgette lied, too embarrassed to admit she was trying online dating.
"Hey, we're young, we have time. Want to go out with Courtney and me this weekend? You might meet someone?"
"She still with that douchebag cop she works with—Duncan whatshisname?" Bridgette was referring to Courtney's equally frustrating on again off again relationship with hotshot LA cop Duncan Flaherty. A delinquent juvenile turned douchey cop, in a weird experiment to help repeat offenders from offending by setting them on the fast track to law enforcement. Turns out Duncan was pretty good but cocky AF.
"Sadly. You know he'll tag along. I don't think he and Geoff are tight anymore though." Gwen explained.
"Yeah I know, that's a break anyway."
The two sighed as Lindsay appeared from the back room with a well-dressed man who left the store. "Ugh, you know she fucked him." Gwen whispered.
"All she's good for anyway." Bridgette sighed, and the two got back to work.
Izzy arrived very late to work to the West Los Angeles police precinct. She had obtained her pistol from the arsenal and took her place at her messy desk, just as messy as her apartment. She worked across from another cop, the aforementioned Courtney, Courtney Canseco. Her desk was much cleaner. Izzy always thought Courtney was hot, but she knew her heart belonged to a man, the man being Duncan, who was on patrol. Plus Courtney seemed like the uptight church going type.
"You plugged up?" Courtney smugly asked.
"What—no? What?" Izzy blushed, flabbergasted.
"You always sit weird, that's how I know you got your butt plug in." she whispered.
"I can't help it if I'm super horny." Izzy sighed. "Anyway, I think I'm getting off desk duty today."
"Alright, congrats. How do you know?"
On cue, their caption Leroy "Chef" Hatchet was coming their way. "Just a hunch." Izzy stood up, as did Courtney, ever the suck-up. "Captain Hatchet. I received your email yesterday, sir."
"You plugged up?" He chuckled
"Oh my G—did I admit this drunkenly somewhere…and yes." Izzy groaned in defeat.
"Yo booty is yo business Donovan, and yes, you are officially off probation. We got a new hand, I want you to train him. Take your usual beat."
"Balls, I knew there was a catch."
"He's a Bay Area boy. Name's Mason Pines, he's waiting for you in the meeting room. Good luck."
"Thank you, sir." Izzy saluted and then fell back in her chair, grunting as Chef walked away.
"Well hey, you're off desk duty." Courtney tried to be optimistic.
"Courtney, I hate training people. I look standoffish as fuck why does everyone assume I'm madam personality? I'm divorced before 25, I feel so empty inside and so deprived sexually I gotta shove a butt plug up my ass just to feel good, I let my neighbor's kid take refuge in my house because his parents are too Catholic to realize they hate each other and get a divorce—"
"And you live in a van down by the river." Courtney chuckled. (Bonus points if you're old enough to get that reference).
Izzy laughed. "You know you're like my only friend in this world, right?"
"What about Cody?"
"He's got that 'girlfriend' of his. I don't see him anymore."
"You can come drink with me and my friends." Courtney said inviting her.
"I appreciate it but nah. Besides, nothing personal, but Duncan's an asshole. I know he'll be there too—and I'm way too horny not to drunkenly hit on your friends, that's not good mojo for a first impression."
"He may be an asshole but he' my asshole. By the way, have you ever try dating sites?" Courtney asked.
"Yuck. I'm desperate, not suicidal. Maybe this Pines kid has a hot sister." Izzy sighed. "I better get going. See ya later, Court."
Hmm…After she left, Courtney looked to her left and to her right and after a few quick Google searches made Izzy a secret profile on .
Izzy made her way to the meeting room, the only person there was her new charge: Mason Pines. He was young, barely 20, wearing a fresh rookie LAPD uniform, but oddly enough wore a brown trapper hat. He stood at attention when Izzy entered, holding his sweaty hat at his side.
"You must be Izzy Donovan." He said.
"Which makes you Mason Pines." She said. "Captain said you were Bay Area? I can see that, this is LA son it's a million degrees outside, why you wearing that on your dome?"
"It's a personal effect—a good friend gave this to me." He explained. "It's good luck—it's always brought me luck."
"Uh-huh." Izzy briefly looked over Mason's dossier that she picked up. "Accelerated graduate UCLA. Bachelor's in Science of paleontology, archeology, astronomy—the fuck you doing here?"
"I wanted a lot of things." Mason explained. "Life's gotten pretty weird, I-I want to do something a little more normal, but I do special archeological digs on the side."
"Well, you want normalcy, you've come to the wrong place. Come on, let's roll."
"Yes ma'am."
They left the meeting room, with Izzy more perplexed than anything.
Bridgette was on lunch, and on her laptop in the break room when she heard a ding. Upon further inspection, it was a message from Winteriscoming29. Bridgette was very excited and put down her vegan poke bowl.
Winteriscoming29: So, you're the infamous hottie who works at Ralph Lauren? At least I hope it's you.
Bridgette went right to typing mode.
Surfercutie114: Yeah, lol. It's me.
Winteriscoming29: Cute pic.
Surfercutie114: Thanks. I've noticed you don't have one.
Winteriscoming29: Keeps the ladies on their toes.
Bridgette rolled her eyes.
Surfercutie114: how do I know you're not some creepy pervert?
Winteriscoming29: Ha! That's exactly what I am.
Bridgette was intrigued by the honesty.
Winteriscoming29: being a pervert is fun. You should try it some time.
Surfercutie114: I don't fuck on the first date, lol.
Winteriscoming29: There's a bevy of things you can do and not have sex, and still enjoy yourself.
Surfercutie114: So, what are you into?
Winteriscoming29: stealing innocence. But I also appreciate you getting my GOT reference.
Surfercutie114: It was kind of obvious.
Winteriscoming29: When I came to your store, you were like the cutest person there. I knew I had to get to know you.
Surfercutie114: yet I know so little about you.
Winteriscoming29: I love surprises. How kinky are you?
Wow, already going to the sex. Bridgette sighed.
Surfercutie114: Not very. You?
Winteriscoming29: Very kinky. I love public sex. But I also love secrets. You wanna know a secret?
How could she pass it up?
Surfercutie114: Absolutely.
Winteriscoming29: First I want to see how kinky you are. I want to masturbate with you…Like we describe what we're feeling while we do it. I know there's changing rooms there, finger yourself in one of the rooms and describe it to me.
That was weird. Bridgette was up to try anything new. And it's not like they were actually filming this or anything, all she had to do was 'pretend' to masturbate and just describe what she's feeling, and she would know a secret. This person may have been a perv, but they were at least a creative perv.
Surfercutie114: alright, "mystery man". I'll play your game.
Winteriscoming29: let me know when you're there…
Bridgette closed her laptop and looked around to see if anyone was looking, coast was clear. She peered around to the front of the store. She saw Gwen doing work and Lindsay filing her nails. Typical.
"Hey Linds? Uh…I-I'm gonna go clean out the changing rooms, is that okay?"
"Oh yeah, totes. Thanks."
"You bet."
Bridgette headed for the changing rooms. This felt weird, her plan didn't need her to go to the changing rooms, she was just going to pretend to finger herself to this mystery person, right? RIGHT? So much was going inside her head as she locked herself into one of the changing rooms, and sat on the chair, opening back up her computer screen.
Good place to end it. So, leave me a review let me know what you think, and what you want to see. Who do you think the mystery person is, what is this mysterious Los Angeles Lesbian Club? You'll just have to wait and see. Be prepared and never give up. I'm Gavin Nuisance and I approve this message.