Sex On The Beach

"FUCK YOU, I'M NOT GETTING OFF THIS FUCKING PLANE!" Her Australian accent was thick with venom when her arms crossed over her front and she placed her right leg over her left. Some people turned to look back at the neon pink haired girl, but she glared at them so they quickly did turn back around to exit the flying transporter. Her mother stood there, with a stern look on her face while her father wasn't there, for he would be arriving later on.

Tapping her wrist did she shake her head at the silly teenager that was her daughter. "Celine, so help the good Lord, if you don't get off right now you won't have legs to even use to escape" Her voice was stern as she glared into the bright blue eyes that were similar to that of her own. This was clearly not the time to bicker, while Celine was seated at the window seat while her bags were already placed in the car outside, all that was left was the two of them.

The flight attendant with bleached blond hair chewed her gum in an annoying fashion -like a horse- as she leaned against the wall only to storm right up in a second. "'Cuse me, but you need to get your behind out before this plane fills up again unless you paid another round-"

"Oh will you shut the fuck up and chew with your mouth closed, damn it!" Her hands clenched into fists while staring deadly at the worker. Her mouth dropped open in shock until the gum slipped from her mouth and onto the ground. Turning back to her mother, she sighed.

"Did I not voice this to you back in Aussie? I. Do. Not. Want. To. Leave." Her friends were there, her competitions and the best beach she grew up around. Why the fuck would she leave that all behind to come to a place full of spray on bronze and muscles made of steroids. Simple, she wouldn't unless forced. Like she is being done to, right now.

Tapping her foot on the creamy colored floor of the first class plane, Mrs. Auburn growled and then did the worst. She snatched her daughter's iPod right out of her hands and stormed past the flight attendant, who was still standing there looking like an idiot. At this moment, Celine had no choice but to stand straight up. The chair squeaked as she stood up but bent her head down to not hit it on the suitcase cupboards. Arms by her sides while hands in fists, a scowl was on her face while the employer looked at her in a vicious way from her last outburst towards her. Before shoving her shoulder into her, Celine rolled her eyes.

"Oh get the fuck over it, and I'd pick up that gum before you get in shit." The blond bimbo snarled at her and then went to bend down to pick it up while muttering bitch under her breath. Celine didn't just yell at her because of all this, but because ever since she stepped foot onto the plane did the chick spit in her water every time and she witnessed it all.

Down the hallway and to the left, she flinched at the sudden flash of light while then storming down the metal staircase with no click of heels seeing as she replaced them for a comfy pair of flats. From looking around at the large airport, with various planes, she could already see some palm trees in the far distance.

Not even looking at her smirking mother, she just snatched her iPod out of the open palm of her mum and trudged into the vehicle. It was a black hummer and she took position in the back seat; not wanting to sit right beside her mum at this given moment. Once the seat belt was on and her mum stopped thanking and tipping the two young men who helped her get her things into the car (who were also eye balling Celine like a piece of candy since she stepped out), she got into the car and turned on the ignition. Placing in her headphones, Celine zoned out her mother once she drove out of the airport.

The entire ride there was long and excruciatingly boring and nothing but the music from her iPod could try and calm her down. After about two hours of endless nothing but cars and more cars, oh with some palm trees, they finally arrived into the main hit of the city. Many shops and various restaurants were around. Along with various half naked people.

Oh joy.

Celine made a fake huge grin on her face and bounced then slugged back down with an unsatisfied facial expression. Bullshit. Bullshit. This is utter bullshit was all she thought over and over again right as they turned a corner and her eyes caught sight of a wondrous beach with waves the size of .. big waves.

This slightly peeked her interests, and then the flow of 'heavenly' houses clouded her view of playful young adults and teens on the sand. Many rich houses were starting to over come, and in fact they were rather close together in proximity. With a click shut of her eyes, she felt the car turn again and the road suddenly went incredibly smooth. Opening her right eye first, her baby blue orbs scanned the area around her to see an enormous house.

Her jaw did not hit the car's flooring, but it did indeed part open a little to see her pearly whites inside. Her mum parked the car and shifted the gear stick back and into the proper position before turning the key and pulling it out. The door opened while Celine just rather.. sat there, partly in awe and partly in the fact that she still didn't want to leave.

Now, her family was never truly famously rich. Her father was a lawyer, but her mum usually started out a stay at home mum, and then developed in her fashion career. With the help of her father, her mum's fashion idea took off and soon she opened a spot in Southern Australia near the boardwalk. Everyone loved her mum's close, and then suddenly she wanted to become bigger and more national. So she bought a place in this main celebrity hot spot, and now combined it with the idea of a huge spa.

With her father's income and her mother's combines, apparently they can buy a lot this this. Running her fingers through her hot pink hair that was now pulled out of it's messy bun, Celine opened the side door and unbuckled herself to step out.

"Isn't it just marvelous?" Her mum cooed.

Nodding a tinsy bit, Celine then shook her head and glared at her mum.

"I don't like it." Liar; she was a liar. But she was not about to cave that easily, even with a pretty house.

Her mum rolled her eyes and smiled to her daughter over her shoulder then locked the car by a click of a button. "Oh come on now, let me show you your bedroom." Celine reluctantly followed after her mum and then waited by the steps for her to unlock the large, grand door. While she was doing that, her eyes skimmed around the area behind her and she couldn't help but let out a low whistle.

Wait.. shit.

This meant she was in between all the rich snobs.

Awh fuck.

A gloomy expression came back on her face once more right as the door opened, but it soon washed away when she stepped inside. Halls of marble, walls of beige with silver, a large staircase to go upstairs and on either side was open doorways leading to other rooms. On the right there was a large light wooden table with a white knitted cloth in the center; tipped end hanging off the middle section with a nice vase with pretty colorful flowers inside. Beside that was a coat hanger, and opposite was a mirror closet.

On her left there was a nice, large painting of a beach with a shoe rack under it. Looking up did a glittery chandelier make itself known while she bit her bottom lip; this must have cost so damn much. Turning to her mum, she kicked off her shoes and placed it on the shoe rack while Celine just looked down and noticed she was standing upon a floor mat that said "Aussies do it best."

She chuckled at how her dad had a sense of humor like herself. No matter where they went, Aussies did it best.

"Alright dear, go ahead and go upstairs. Your room is on the right side and the last door. Your dad made sure you got the biggest window, while I made sure the decorator put your ideas you gave me into action." With a wide smile, she hung up her cardigan and headed off towards the area where it must have been the living room, from where I stood it looked fancy too.

Taking off her flip-flops, Celine made her way up the stairs by running seeing as the cold marble flooring was chilly upon her naked toes. Right as she whipped around the corner, her body raced down the hallway and suddenly a feel of adrenaline peaked within her. Finding the door that was painted hot pink with her name written in baby blue across the top, her fingers latched around the knob and when she opened the door, poor Celine almost fell over.

The room was a gorgeous silver for the walls, with a nice snowy white for the floor -almost like sand. A rug was under the comfortable, feathered bed and foam mattress on the right of the room with a beautiful glass and rhinestone decoration behind the inanimate object. Right ahead of her was a massive window with a slight balcony from what she could see. A table and comfy chair was situated nicely, but the view was not perfect. She was sure if she walked out she would see it, but looking dead on was just straight into another window, of an opposing room from the neighboring house.

A wall that stuck out on the right of the balcony with the light blue, violet and white plastic decor was also a door that seemed to lead to a closet. Hopping over in excitement, the hot pink haired seventeen year old thrashed open the door to see a very pink closet with a black staircase leading to another part. Celine's legs went like a noodle and she leaned against the door frame, as her right arm reached out to grip at the wall to keep her up; her jaw hanging down like a broken hinge.

Steadying herself properly, her fingers ran through her hair again while she lightly pinched her cheek and then jumped at the slight nip. "Well, I'm not dreaming, that bits for sure." She said allowed to herself. Maneuvering through the closet which held shoes and various clothes on the wall beside the door, she managed to walk to the stairs and step upwards. Her feet making the stair creak a tad.

The upstairs portion of the closet was unbelievable. Many, many shoes littered the racks and plush sofa chair was positioned nicely in between them in the shape of a circle. Looking to the right side was a small area for her make up and some other quick clothes and purses along with more shoes, and hats. Finally did Celine's jaw drop and she let out a victorious fist pump.

"My life is compleeeetttteeeeeee ~" Her voice boomed throughout the closet while she skipped around in a circle like a five year old. Turning around, she swiftly made it back downstairs and went in search for perhaps, a washroom? Walking into her new bedroom, she walked across the room and a bit further from the bed to indeed find, another door for, why yes, a washroom. Nice decorated colored tile, tiled walling, and wooden paneling with a large shower. Talk about livin' the life. Her shit was already placed properly in the cupboards and everything.

Leaving the bedroom and returning to the over all room room, Celine let a smile slip through as she ran and jumped onto the bed -making some pillows bounce up while she just fluffed into the mattress. Celine still didn't want to be here, and her parents were not buying my love, for she still missed Australia with a burning flame, it's just this may be a good opportunity for her -more sponsors head over here as well. Hot spots were Australia, Miami and Hawaii. Maybe a sponsor will notice her on the waves and she'll get signed.

Letting out a giggle or two, Celine looked up at the ceiling to only kick and waggle her feet around like a moron while her fists hit the bed like a maniac as she laughed. Biting my bottom lip, she sat up from while tapping her chin once, twice, then three times. Hoisting her arms into a cross, her fingers gripped the end of her shirt and pulled it over her head. A mirror was not that far off from her, so when she stared at herself, she stood up with her hands on her hips. An hour glass frame, rather large chest and a medium sized ass with long legs. Celine had toned her body out insanely ever since her sophomore year at high school -never allowing herself to quit even if she felt hurt or sore.

Finally she had the body she dreamed of, and with long, hot pink hair that flamed like fire. Touching her Monroe piercing delicately, she then stopped examining her figure and took off her shorts and threw them to the side. There she now stood in her bra and undies. Running her fingers through her pink hair, which was surprisingly soft and healthy considering how much she damaged it -must be the shampoo and shit- constantly. Turning to the side, she brought her hands up under her hair and raised it to examine herself some more. Shrugging, she stuck out her tongue at herself then snapped up the remote on the table and turned on the TV. Skimming the channels, she soon found the music area and that's when the sounds pumped.

Breaching the volume to max and full throttle, her body began to sway and soon enough, Celine was dancing around her room like an idiot. Mixing from slutty to just plain stupid. And the whole time she danced, she forgot about the open windowed balcony, and the fact that the room across from her was now occupied and full with two beings.

Who happened to be watching