A/N: Hey, all. Sorry about not getting another chapter up and running, but ah, work has kind of had me in a bind. I should be updating every week or so.
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I don't own Sailor Moon, AMR, etc. What's been said has been said.
Fly Girls
Chapter Seven: Whoa! I'm going to Barbados! Part Two
Serena Campbell had waited patiently for Darien to arrive in the hotel lobby. She had promptly changed out of her uniform and into the summer dress she had specifically bought for this trip. He had better show, or I'll slice him a new…
"Hello, Serena." That velvety voice, that jet-black hair, those piercing blue eyes and that semi-casual dinner ware…yes, that was Captain Darien Shields in 'civilian form.'
"I thought you'd ditch me like you did in St. Thomas," Serena acidly spat. "Seems you remembered I existed this time."
"Whoa there, cowgirl," Darien said, rubbing his chin. "No need to let the past interfere with the present. We'll start on a clean slate, yes?"
Serena nodded curtly. "You try any funny business this time, you'll have to deal with Lita."
"The bulky brunette lesbian?" Darien asked in mock-fear. "Oh, no! Please, not her! Anything but her! Please!" Darien waved his hand dismissively and scoffed. "I'm not afraid of her."
Serena rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Let's just go. I'm hungry, and the girls are meeting me at the hotel bar at nine."
"Lead the way, m'dear," Darien said as he waved his hand towards the restaurant. "I'm sure it shall be an…entertaining affair."
As Rei and Mina tore into the scores of muscled men sitting at the pool, drooling over and arguing who was hotter, and while Serena was eating dinner (and rejecting the overt sexual advances of Captain Darien), Lita Hamilton had elected to take a small stroll along the beach while the sun was still up before heading back to the bar where Rei and Mina were.
Lita wasn't what you would call a 'girly-girl'. At almost six feet tall, she didn't have the petite, slender, swimsuit-model frame that Serena or Mina had, nor did she have the toned stomach or nice ass that Rei did. Instead, she had a decently-curved ass, a large bust (she was the largest at 36DD out of the four girls), well-defined abdominal muscles and an hourglass frame that made her hips appear broader than they actually were. She was lucky she even passed the medical and height requirements for the flight attendant training program at American. She barely squeaked by in the height requirement, however her flexibility had negated her tall frame. Her athletic nature rivaled even Mina, a former high school track-and-field champion. Three years and counting, Lita sighed internally. Who knew that being a single, lesbian flight attendant could be so much fun?
She watched the sun sink lower and lower on the western horizon, the sky changing from darker blue to pink and red, the sun dipping farther below the horizon. She looked over to see a couple holding hands and kissing in the setting sun, their romance radiating to her, making her feel even worse. Lucky couple, her mind fumed.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" A female voice startled Lita nearly half to death, before she turned around to see where the voice came from.
The girl was about five-foot-ten, about a hundred twenty pounds, long legs and arms, wearing a sky-blue bikini that covered her decent-sized breasts, her buttocks just proportionate to her hips. Her hair was black enough that Lita mistook it for being dark green in the receding light and her eyes…those eyes were the most stunning blue eyes she had ever seen. They were almost violet in color. Her tan complexion suggested a Latin or Spanish background; Lita couldn't tell. There was no accent to her voice. Maybe she was American?
"Yeah, I suppose," Lita sighed as she turned her attention back west. "The sun is sinking like a stone on the pond, another day in paradise…alone…single."
"Hey, don't worry. I'm single, too. I've been single since I was eighteen and my dad kicked me out of the house for…well…"
Lita looked the woman straight in the eyes. "For what?"
"Well, I was kicked out of my family's house because I had told them I was a lesbian. My dad is a real conservative businessman. Owns two car dealerships in Broward County, and a whole slew of them in Dade. When I came out, my dad kicked me out, disowned me, and told my mother I was a 'heathen.' After that, my now ex-girlfriend told me that I was gutless, that I couldn't even confront my own father about my sexuality, so she left me for another woman who would 'stand up to the homophobic' instead of just ignoring it like I did." The woman sighed sadly. "My mom still loves me, but she lives in New York."
The woman paused and then extended her hand. "Trista MacArthur-Sanchez, third-year astrophysicist at the University of Miami."
Lita smiled. "Lita Hamilton. Single lesbian flight attendant working for American Airlines."
"What do you mean women don't belong in the flight deck?" Serena screeched. "They have every right to do anything a man can do!"
"Let's face it," Darien said coolly through a drag of his cigarette while waiting for the bill. Serena's plan was failing. He had only two beers, and was 'meeting someone' at a club in the Gap at eight. Whatever intelligent conversation that had risen from his mouth was either rude, crude, sexist or demeaning.
"Most of the female pilots I know, sans for the lesbian you girls are friends with, don't know their shit when it comes to flying. In my honest opinion, you girls deserve to be in the fucking back, serving drinks, and let the men fly the airplanes."
SLAP!
"You daft prick! Not only are you a sexist, misogynist gargoyle, you're a fucking playboy to boot!"
Darien rubbed the cheek where Serena's hand had landed. "Please don't do that. People are staring."
"Good!" Serena stood up and pointed her finger at Darien. "This asshole likes to take advantage of women! If he hits on your wife, girlfriend or even your grandmother, please for the love of God, deck him in the face! Fuck!"
Darien's facial expression went from shocked to embarrassed, his face rivaling that of a tomato. "Please stop this."
"All I wanted to do was get you drunk, fuck you and then chuck you, just like you fucking did to me in St. Thomas! I mean seriously, are you that fucking dumb? Jesus! At first I thought you were sweet and romantic, then you fucked me, then you left me, then you tried a whole bunch of fucking wooing to get into my pants, and now you're leaving me again to go have sex with some floozy at the clubs! For Christ's sake! You're a forty-five year old airline pilot! You're not fucking Hugh Hefner or Ron Jeremy!" Serena took a deep breath, filling her lungs with much-needed oxygen. "You seriously need to get your priorities straight! What, you're gonna turn me down because I'm just a one-night stand?"
Darien sat there, silent, his eyes meeting her reddened face.
"Well? Answer me!"
Darien let a small smirk eke across his face. "I have a question."
"What?"
"Are you on your rag this week, or what?"
SLAP!
"God! You're such a fucking idiot! No wonder you're single! You treat women like they're meat, you're an asshole and you fucking think that life is all about travel, sex and shit like that! Fucking Christ! This isn't high school anymore, Captain! This is real-fucking-life! And by the way, I had my period last week. Dipshit."
Serena got up and thundered past Darien, who just sat there, dumbfounded. The other patrons of the restaurant looked at the middle-aged Captain with either disgust or shock. Even the hostess quickly snatched his signed receipt away and moved onto another customer.
"God, I need a drink."
"Good lord," Rei said as she took another sip of her rye and coke. "He actually said that?"
Serena nodded emphatically. "That pompous asshole had the nerve to say that, to me, in a public place!"
"What an asshole," Mina muttered. "I mean, seriously? Asking you if you're on your rag? In public? He must either have some iron balls, or he doesn't give a fuck about his image."
"He has no image," Rei stated. "He just thinks that because he has four stripes on his shoulders and forearms, he is a God both in the cockpit and bed. Idiots like that need to die."
"Now we know why Amy and Lita are lesbians," Serena muttered as she ordered another rum and coke. "Women are less problematic."
"Speaking of lesbians, where the hell is Lita?"
Mina and Serena shrugged.
"Oh, God, Lita! Don't stop!"
Lita and Trista had returned back to the crew hotel in a semi-inebriated state, forking over forty dollars for the cab ride, another twenty for a bottle of rum and had let the steel drum band outside the hotel room lull them into a state of erotic glee. Lita's face was buried between Trista's legs, each lick sending sparks of sexual electricity pulsing through the University student's body.
"Fuck! Fuck, yes! Fuck, yes! Lita, don't-don't-don't stop! That's it!"
Lita's tongue perused over Trista's clitoris, forcing even more moaning and screaming. Finally, after nearly forty minutes, the University student climaxed, squirting Lita's face with the sweet, sticky liquid. The flight attendant wiped her face of the juice, sticking a finger into her mouth seductively.
"You taste sweet, Trista," Lita growled huskily, a seductive grin growing. "Would you like to taste me? To invade me? To fuck me?"
"Baby, I'll invade you worse than Germany did to France in World War Two."
Serena sat alone and dejected in the hotel bar, a beer in one hand, cigarette in another. Rei and Mina had become too drunk and had elected to go sleep off the alcohol before venturing to the beach the next morning. This is so stupid, Serena fumed internally. Why the fuck did that creep even say that sort of shit, I mean, fuck!
"Excuse me," a familiar voice echoed, albeit slightly drunken. "Is this seat taken?"
Serena turned around to see, once again, Darien Shields standing over her. Doesn't this guy take a hint? "Yes, it's taken."
"Okay, you're pissed at me, that's fine," Darien sighed. "I was going to give you a drink, but since you don't want it…"
"For fuck's sake, sit down," Serena half-screamed as she pulled the chair out from under the table. "Get a beer and just sit. No snide-ass remarks, no sexist comments, and no fucking with me. I'm drunk, bitchy and alone."
"Well, if it makes you feel any better, I just fired back two beer in two minutes because of what I said earlier tonight." Darien motioned for a waitress. "Rye and coke please." He motioned his hand towards Serena. "For you?"
"Jack and coke, please."
Serena and Darien sat there, in uncomfortable silence, their eyes barely meeting. The quiet lull of waves was the only reprieve from the awkwardness.
"I'm sorry," Darien muttered.
"What?" Serena perked up.
"I said I'm sorry, Serena. I didn't mean to say what I said and did earlier." Darien turned his head back towards the sea.
"Wow, he finally apologizes," Serena said sarcastically. "What, are you going to apologize to every other woman you fucked? That's gotta be at least a thousand."
Darien buried his hands in his face. "You really wanna know why I do the whole fuck-and-chuck thing, Serena?"
"Let's hear it," Serena sighed.
"I had my heart broken by a girl I knew in high school. I was seventeen and it was 1966. I bet you weren't even born yet. Anyway, so I met this girl in high school, absolutely stunning. Long blonde hair like yours, deep ocean blue eyes like yours and this glistening smile that would make your heart skip a beat." Darien paused to take a drag of his cigarette, and then continued. "I asked her to the senior prom, she said yes. We went out, got all dolled up in our prom garb and such. Had a good time, right? Anyways, she leaves to 'go to the bathroom.' She doesn't come back into the gymnasium, so I go outside to find her. Turns out, she's making out with this idiot I knew in my physics class. Real jerk of a football player. Name was Samuel 'Seiya' Smith. I have no idea why they called him Seiya; some sort of fag name in Japanese. Anyway, so after my date ran off with him, I just became fucking bitter. After my dad died and left me a shit-load of money…well…I decided to live the rich, pilot/playboy life. God knew I had the looks, the money and the lifestyle. I just fuck random women because I'm alone." Damn, Darien thought. That felt really good.
Serena just sat there, mouth agape in shock. "Wow."
"Wow, what?" Darien asked somewhat-coldly.
Serena's face crinkled with anger. "That is the biggest load of bullshit I have ever-" The flight attendant was cut off by Darien crashing his lips into hers, his tongue searching for hers. She resisted for a minute, but then just relaxed and went with it. Just let him do it, Serena thought. Maybe the plan will work after all; if he's dumb enough to kiss me like this a second time, maybe I'll just lead him on, get him boozed up and fuck him. It'll be a great pool-lounging story for the girls tomorrow.
"There," Darien said, retracting back into his seat. "You think I was making that up?"
"Not really," Serena's face went from shock to sly calculation. Serena, if you're gonna do it, do it now! "Say…you want another beer?"
Darien nodded. "That would be nice."
"God, Trista, I didn't even know a tongue could do that before!" Lita lay in her bedroom, her chestnut hair sprawled all over the pillow, having just climaxed after Trista returned the favor Lita gave her. "I mean…wow! I haven't felt that good since I was in high school!"
"I learned how to tie maraschino cherry stems with my tongue while I was working at a grocery store in Hialeah. If that isn't good enough for ya," Trista said as she thumped down onto the other side of the bed, wrapping her arm around Lita's bare waist, squeezing the muscular brunette's buttocks. "I don't know what is."
"Certainly you, baby," Lita said seductively, winking.
Trista sat up straight, her back against the bedpost. "Well, since we got to home plate in one night, you wanna make it official?"
Lita looked at Trista quizzically. "Official?"
"Do. You. Want. To. Be. My. Girlfriend? Official enough for ya, darlin'?" Trista winked, a smidgen of her Southern accent poking through.
"Wow," Lita sat up, surprised at the question. "You actually want to be my girlfriend?"
"When our friends ask us where we met, we'll just say 'in paradise,'" Trista said seductively. "Besides, why should the straight girls get to have all the fun with relationships? Us lesbians need love too, ya know!"
Lita giggled. "We can laugh and say it's true. We did meet in paradise, but we fell asleep in Nirvana." With that, Lita and Trista fell into each others' arms, quietly and slowly falling asleep in each others' comfort. Lita grinned happily as she fell asleep. Best layover ever!
Darien and Serena had just finished what could only be described as something straight out of a 70s Ron Jeremy porn film. After nearly two hours of drunken fumbling and groping, Serena and Darien engaged in sex for the second time in their tumultuous 'relationship.' It took Darien only fifteen minutes to climax, making Serena think that maybe Captain Shields wasn't exactly the 'ladies man' he bragged about. Any guy that blows his load after fifteen minutes isn't a stud. He's a dud. Damn men and their bullshit bragging.
Because Darien had consumed six beer and two rye and coke in the hotel bar, he was dead asleep. Not even a nuclear explosion could wake him from his drunken slumber. Serena, knowing that she had accomplished her 'mission', quickly and quietly put her sandals, undergarments and dress back on. She quickly scratched a note out on a piece of paper, left it on the side of the bed she had occupied not even two minutes earlier, and quietly slipped out of the door, giggling all the way back to her room on the other side of the hotel.
Oh, God. Darien's brain was fuzzy, his conscious full of static. His mouth was dry and tasted like he had licked an ashtray full of cigarette butts. Where am I? Looking around, he knew he was in his bedroom; his pilot uniform was neatly hung up in the opened closet; in contrast, his Hawaiian shirt and blue jeans were thrown carelessly on the back of the desk chair in front of his bed. Uh oh.
Quickly getting up, he automatically noticed something was not right. Looking beside him in bed, he saw a note that had been written the night before.
Dear Darien.
We're even. Now you know how it feels to be fuck-and-chucked.
Love,
Serena
All Darien could do was read the note, over and over again. Finally, his brain and mouth pieced together the only words he could scrounge up.
"Fucking hell!"
A/N: There, satisfied? Serena got Darien back at his own game. This now levels the playing field. What's next? Will Serena and Darien finally put their shit aside and get a real relationship going? Where will the four 'Fly Girls' go now? Maybe London? Paris? Rome? Stay tuned for another chapter of Fly Girls, coming August 22nd, 2010!
Until next time, happy travels!
