Post by sammikay on Feb 10, 2016 0:23:31 GMT -5
Ooo boy, you looking like
you like what you see.
Won't you come over
and check up on it?
you like what you see.
Won't you come over
and check up on it?
#lindsay
It was an absolutely gorgeous day, and Lindsay was taking complete control of that. She was one of the lucky ones to still have her suitcase with her, so finding her black swimsuit was not a hard one. She even had a beach towel. Granted, it was now dirty after what felt like forever on this stupid rock. Ignoring the dirt, she had laid it out on the grainy sand, happy for the beautiful rays that sought after her skin. She had changed into her suit on the beach, not even caring about modesty. After stripping for four years, you got used to being naked and not giving a shit who saw.
A pile of clothes laid beside her, along side of a water bottle, broken open coconut, and a bottle of tanning lotion that had been tucked safely away in her luggage. On her way to Chile she had planned for a vacation. The agent had promised nothing but paradise while she hit it big, and well, he was kind of right. She was still on an island, tanning. It wasn't exactly what she had wanted. She had desired a cute bartender waiting on her every hand a foot, providing her with endless skinny margaritas as she laid on the beach. Instead of margaritas she had coconuts; so that was close, right?
Lindsay sat up, her bug-eye sunglasses rolling up off her face with a quick flick of her wrist as she tucked them into her messy hair. Honestly, she kind of liked how the salty air had given her the beach waves that she had always straightened or curled out. Gently, the woman ran her hand over her legs, noting that she needed more of her lotion after laying out for so long.
She had no idea what the rest of the camp was doing today; she made it a goal every day to never know. She didn't want any part in helping the rest of the community. She glanced over her thin shoulder to see people in the distance, but no one she even cared to talk to. The beauty grabbed the bottle of lotion and began reapplying it to her long legs, not even caring that she was being obviously obtuse against the needs of the group. The only thing that could make the day better for her would be some kind of music. She certainly missed her IPhone and the music she had on it. She had used it sparingly at first, but the battery had quickly died and she had no way of charging the damn thing.
Lindsay laid back down, her black suit stretching across her chest as she laid back, the sunbeams hungrily kissing her skin. If there was a bonus to landing on this stupid island, it would be that she would never have to pay for spray tan sessions again.