Upon their arrival, Root and Shaw eyed the heavy crowds of spring breakers. Shaw sighed, "How will we ever find the number?" She glanced at Root and saw that Root had that faraway look in her eyes that meant the Machine was talking to her. Shaw turned to study the crowds and saw to her amusement that some kids were already drinking out of a beer bong. Couldn't they wait until they arrived at their hotels to start partying? wondered Shaw. Maybe most college kids had this kind of behavior hardwired in their DNA. Well, certainly not mine, snorted Shaw. Did she regret not partying hard during her college days? It was hard to say, really, as she was always hard up for money from paying the tuition bills herself and she didn't remember feeling envious of her peers during breaks.
"Sameen?" Shaw turned to see Root smirking at her. "Wishing you were draining that beer bong right now?" "No, but I sure could use a beer." Root started walking and Shaw followed her, "Where are we going?"
"Hayden's staying at the Oasis Palace. It's a nicer location than most of the usual haunts for the college students but it'll still be overrun with them. The hotel's full so we're staying at the boutique hotel across the street from the Palace. The Machine will get us those all-inclusive bands so we can stake out the hotel without any hassling from hotel security. And, yes, Sameen, that means all-you-can-eat and all-you-can-drink but no drinking on the job!" giggled Root. Shaw shook her head I have to listen to this for however long we're here? Better be a quick number.
Sitting at the bar near the pool, Root ordered two virgin daiquiris. Shaw voiced her disgust and Root said, "Now, Sameen. We have to blend in but we also have to keep our wits around us. We can drink later!" with a wink. Shaw sucked on her straw, annoyed, but mostly annoyed with her clothing. When Shaw had made ready to leave their hotel room in her trademark black tank top and pants, Root looked so horrified that Shaw wondered if she had a hole in her pants somewhere. Root said, "No! We need to look like tourists on vacation, and your clothes definitely. Do. Not. Scream vacation!" Root held up one of those touristy wrap skirts called a sarong where you could just tie it around your swimsuit. "No way" sneered Shaw. "Yes way, and you know it, Sameen. And change into your swimsuit also."
Well, guess who won. Shaw felt uncomfortable in those clothes but she had to admit she would have been overheated in her usual outfit and that she would have stood out like a sore thumb. She scanned the crowd for the number… what was her name? Oh yes, Hayden. "There she is" whispered Root. "Where?" Shaw continued looking. "She's the blonde one in the turquoise bikini." Shaw looked where Root was gazing and saw her. She was certainly a beauty and surrounded by a thong of boys clamoring for her attention. She didn't look comfortable and Shaw wondered what her number was up for. Suddenly, Root stood up and slipped off her sarong and walked into the crowd with her drink. Shaw looked after her, confused. What was Root doing? And her butt sure looked good in that red bikini.
Shaw watched Root mingle with the crowd, chatting up the kids as if there were nothing to it. What does she say to them anyway? wondered Shaw. She watched Root inch closer and closer to the number, Hayden, until she was able to strike up a conversation. Root had a talent with people that she really didn't have, mused Shaw. Growing bored with watching Root make casual talk, Shaw glanced around. She realized that someone was observing Hayden and he didn't seem very friendly. Looking the man up and down, Shaw realized he obviously worked for the hotel in some capacity. Instinct told Shaw that this man was likely connected to the reason Hayden's number had come up. The man turned around and strolled away, forcing Shaw to make a split-second decision. She didn't have time to inform Root she was leaving and why, but Root would be fine by herself. Shaw stood up and followed the man at a discreet distance.
Damn this outfit thought Shaw as the man left the hotel grounds. She would look too conscipous following the man in her sarong and swimsuit. The only thing she could do now was go back and confer with Root as to what the next step would be. Returning to the vicitiny, she noticed the crowd Root had been mingling with had mostly dispersed. Annoyed that she had to search for Root, Shaw walked around the pool area and scanned the beach. There! She spotted Root laying on a beach chair, who could miss that hot body in the red bikini? Shaw shook her head did I really say 'hot body'? Heat must be getting to me.
Root yelped as Shaw dribbled some water on her from the water bottle lying on the ground and her nipples visibly hardened. Shaw felt her throat tighten and spit out, "This isn't a vacation, Root. What are you doing?" Root laid back down with a seductive smirk "Calm down, Shaw. Hayden and her friends decided to take a siesta in their rooms before hitting the nightclubs tonight. Since I couldn't very well follow them back to their rooms, I thought I'd take a little siesta myself. Where did you go off to?"
Shaw told her about the suspicious man she had spotted. Root pursed her lips and said "Well, now that we have a possible perp, we'll know what to keep out a watch for tonight." Root smiled at her and said in a lowered voice, "Sameen… we're going to a nightclub. You know what that means." Shaw looked at her quizzically then her eyebrows burrowed in disgust. "God, no, Im not dressing up in some fucking sparkly sequin thing!" Root only threw a smirk her way and said "Why don't you go for a swim? Might cool you off." Shaw thought that actually wasn't a bad thing, the water did look super inviting. She shrugged off her sarong and heard a sigh. "What?" demanded Shaw. "Why do you insist on everything being so utilitarian and black?" Shaw looked down at the sporty two-piece she was wearing. It wasn't sexy or anything, but she could run after a perp in it if she needed to without worrying about her boobs jiggling or popping out. "I'm not here to be your gigilio," snapped Shaw before she ran towards the water, diving in.
The light had turned the golden hue that late afternoons have as Root stood up, brushing the sand off her legs and gathered her things, ready to return to their hotel room to take a shower before staking out the nightclub. Shaw had already left a few minutes earlier, muttering about sand in her butt once again. So adorable, Root smiled to herself. Her steps quickened as Root wanted to see if she could fluster Shaw with her presence while she showered as the boutique hotel, being smaller and catering to mostly Mexican guests, was laid out in the typical style: open floor plan including the bathroom/shower (the toilet was private, though). She was so naughty! Laughing to herself, she opened the door to their room.
Mmm. The glass shower walls were steamed up, but Shaw's butt was clearly visible. I'd sure like to have me a piece of that. Root briefly considered stripping and trying to see if Shaw would share the shower, but she thought better of that idea. Sighing, Root settled on her bed to wait her turn. She took out a magazine and started reading, but her gaze drifted back to the shower. Shaw's back was still facing her, and Root's eyes roved over her ass. She imagined sliding her hands over that ass, pressing it up against her, grinding against it... yum. She heard the water turn off, and dropped all pretense of reading as she lowered her magazine to watch Shaw exit the shower, reaching for a towel.
My god, she's magnificent, thought Root. Shaw's hand stopped mid-air as she spotted Root watching her. There was an undeniable look of lust in Root's eyes and she stared challengingly at Shaw. Never one to back away from a challenge, Shaw stared back as she finished reaching for the towel. Damn it, Root. Well if she wanted a show she'd get one. She brought the towel to her body and started slowly rubbing herself dry, all the while never breaking eye contact.
Root's throat went dry. She wasn't expecting that response. She had been prepared for Shaw's glare, maybe even a punch. But not for the challenging way Shaw was staring back and god how she wished she was that towel.
The towel slid up and down her chest, circling her breasts and down to her legs. Shaw lifted up one leg on a nearby chair and brought the towel slowly down to her nether regions. She had the pleasure of seeing Root's eyes widen and a blush spread to her cheeks. Good. Shaw loved turning the tables back on Root.
As Shaw slowly dried off her lower body, Root felt a deep ache down there. For the first time in ages, she felt an almost uncontrollable urge to slide her hand down there and rub until she had an orgasm. Root closed her eyes and breathed, "Sameen. I'm going to touch myself if you don't stop." Shaw stilled, unsure if she actually heard Root right. She was pretty turned on herself, she didn't think she could walk away if she saw Root begin to touch herself, especially not down there. "Well, don't. That would be creepy" muttered Shaw as she wrapped the towel around herself.
Root opened her eyes and knew Shaw had said that to deflect the charged atmosphere. That had been fucking sexy, the towel play. Too bad. It'd have been a wild fuck. Soon, Sameen, soon promised Root silently. Root stood up to take her turn in the shower. Stripping down nochantly, she smirked as she stepped in the shower. She'd bet her best laptop Shaw was fighting the urge to look but she'd lose the fight. And she was right.
Fuck, thought Shaw as she slid on her dress. Her glance slid sidewise to Root naked in the shower. She was still feeling heated from Root's threat to start touching herself. She wondered if Root really would have gone through with it, and after thinking about it, undoubtedly she would have done so. Shaw was beginning to sense that the ending to this trip was inevitable. After the number is taken care of.