A DAY IN ST TROPEZ
By David H. M.
A beautiful teen goes after the tough biker who beat up her boyfriend.


Author's note: Please respect copyright restraints.

After only two weeks Kim Blake got bored with her handsome 32- year old male
plaything, Luc, and decided to give him away. In time, Kim replaced Luc with a
younger male toy, a boy named Marco, her age, 18. Marco was a waiter in a café
on the quai in the Old Harbor section of St. Tropez.

Kim hadn't seen Marco in two days but she had just learned that a tough biker
had beaten him up. That someone would do that to her pretty toy angered Kim.
She immediately vowed revenge.

On their first date, less than a week ago, they were at a party at the house
of one of Marco's friends and Marco boldly challenged Kim to a nude wrestling
match. Kim guessed that Marco wanted to prove something to his buddies who all
knew about Luc.They were probably teasing Marco that he would be Kim's next
male slave. Marco had to let Kim know that he was too much of a man to be
controlled like that by a girl.

The idea that Marco would try to use her that way to protect his fragile male
ego infuriated Kim. She readily agreed to the match. Now was as good a time as
any to let Marco and his pathetic male pals know who would be the boss in this
relationship, for as long as it lasted. Kim had a short attention span when it
came to men.

The others at the party eagerly cleared the furniture in the living room as
Kim and Marco stripped. The girls bet on Kim, the guys on Marco.

Kim pinned him in less than thirty seconds. He begged her for a rematch and
the same thing happened. In that second wrestling match Kim wrapped her trim
strong legs around his ribs and squeezed so tightly that Marco began to bawl.
She made him promise out loud so everyone there could hear that he would obey
her regardless of what she told him to do. Kim got a tube of lipstick from one
of the other girls and printed in red on Marco's forehead, "Property Of Kim".
At that moment Marco became her little slave.

Kim wasn't finished. She dug her fingers into her shapely hips and offered to
wrestle any of the other guys there. One big guy bravely jumped forward and
Kim flipped him and got him in an arm lock. She put so much pressure on the
arm that he bawled worse than Marco. Kim printed on his forehead,"Girls Are
Superior."

When Kim got Marco to his room later she let him know that for starters he'd
be washing and ironing her clothes and doing the shopping for her girl things
like feminine razors, toe nail lacquer, and panty shields. His reward, she
told him for doing a good job, was that she would let him kiss her toes.

Kim wondered about Marco as she worked out in the little weightlifting room
she found by chance during one of her morning strolls through the narrow
winding streets of beautiful St.Tropez on the French Riviera..

Claudette, a French bodybuilding champion operated the room. It took up space
next to a greenhouse. For a living, Claudette grew and sold flowers.

Kim's French teacher in America had arranged for Kim to stay with her cousin
Bridget who, with her husband, owned a small and busy restaurant. In exchange
for a room, Kim helped out.

Every morning, as part of her routine, Kim got up early and toured the
picturesque fishing village that the "beautiful people" years ago had
transformed into a renowned glamour spot.

Through the opened doorway of the gym, Kim spotted the tanned and muscular
Claudette doing arm curls. Naturally friendly, Kim waved to the magnificent
looking chestnut haired woman and got a pleasant wave in return.

Claudette hollered, "Come on inside."

Kim did and got hooked immediately. In high school, Kim graduated only a month
ago, the day before her birthday; Kim practiced gymnastics, swam, and played
soccer. She never bothered with weightlifting.

A few dozen others, females and males, worked out at Claudette's.

Kim couldn't stop thinking about Marco. He was as good-looking as Luc but in a
different way. Luc had a handsome, masculine face; Marco's face was pretty
like a girl's. Marco had blondish hair like Kim's. and blue eyes a shade
darker than hers. Kim stood 5"8" and weighed 135. Marco might have been 5'10",
155. Another difference between Marco and Luc was that Luc's cock measured
nine inches, two more inches than what Marco had. So far Kim had not allowed
Marco to even touch her or kiss her. He would have to earn every privilege.
Besides, Kim wasn't a sex crazy girl. It took someone special to turn her on.
Often she wondered if such a person existed.

"All I know is that some biker smacked him around." Claudette told Kim. "Marco
did something to piss the wrong person off."

Kim blushed with embarrassment when Claudette, doing bench presses next to
her, caught Kim admiring herself in the mirror that covered the back portion
of the room.

At first Kim wanted to train to lose weight, to get sleek like a runway model,
but all that changed after Kim began seeing the results of the program
Claudette had put her on, a program intended to sculpt Kim's already great
looking body. In only two weeks Kim had lost most of her baby fat and had seen
her female curves begin to develop a harder more pronounced symmetry. At the
risk of feeling vain, Kim had to admit that she looked fantastic.

"We'll keep you at 135, and make you stronger without looking gigantic if that
is what you want," Claudette promised.

Wearing a peach-colored halter that did a feeble job of covering her luscious
33C boobs, skimpy white cotton shorts that rode up her rounded ass cheeks, and
tropeziennes sandals, Kim left the gym early so as to find out about Marco.
Kim began work at nine so she had only 45 minutes. She hurried to the quai and
the café where Marco worked. He should be there helping get things ready for
the morning rush.

Kim knew the café well. A week ago, an attractive woman driving a Mercedes
approached her about Luc. It was too early for the café to be open now but on
that sunny June afternoon the umbrella-covered tables were filled with people,
Kim and Luc by far being the best looking.

In the manner of a slave, Luc clung to Kim without daring to touch her. Even
someone naïve could discern their relationship. Marco came out to wait on them
and gave Kim a flirting eye.

Kim ordered Luc to give the woman his chair and he did so obediently. Kim next
ordered Luc to stand behind her to shield her back from the bright sun. Luc
followed her commands without hesitation. He worshipped Kim totally.

Kim affected Marco in a similar way. Marco watched mesmerized as Kim ordered
Luc around.

On that day Kim wore shorts and a skimpy halter much like what she currently
wore. Her scanty attire left a lot of bare skin exposed. Being able to traipse
around practically naked was one of the amenities that set St.Tropez apart
from most other places in the world.

"You're such a beautiful girl," the woman told Kim. "I knew Luc would end up
with someone like you someday. How could any man not want to belong to you?"

Kim crossed her tanned legs and smiled. "Luc needed to be punished, and also,
he needed to be trained on how to behave with women, all because of how he had
treated my friend. He was blackmailing her."

"Luc never respected women."

"He will from now on," Kim promised.

The woman frowned. "We appeared in films together in Germany."

Kim's lovely mouth twisted. "Films like those you two did don't interest me."

The woman smiled. She sipped from her glass of white wine. Kim took the moment
to drink from a glass of ice water. Luc stood rigidly behind her like a
handsome statue. From inside the café Marco peered at Kim longingly.

"I've always wanted Luc," the woman said. "When you're through with him sell
him to me, please."

Kim said, "You can have him now. For free. He bores me."

The woman laughed, then turned serious. "If you mean that we have a deal. But
you must take something for the fine job you did training him."

They agreed that Luc would sign over to Kim ownership to the red Lancia sports
car.

The roar of motorcycles broke Kim's reverie. Five bikers sped by. Kim shrank
back against the shaded wall of the empty café. The riders wore jeans, biker
boots, and gold lightweight jackets. In the blink of an eye the bikers
vanished in the distance.

On the night before Kim turned Luc over to the woman from Germany, Kim decided
that she should lose her innocence. She allowed Luc to do what he craved to do
since the moment he first saw her, kiss her toes, suck her nipples, lick her
pussy, and finally, to plunge his nine inch cock into the slippery opening
between her thighs.

During that ordeal Kim felt as alive as a stone. Moments after she left Luc
and headed home, it was as if nothing remarkable had happened. Fucking was a
big letdown.

Kim didn't see Marco inside the café but she did see a waiter wiping off the
tables with a white towel. Kim tapped on the glass and yelled, "I'm looking
for Marco."

The waiter opened the door. He had small dark eyes and a sharp-lipped mouth.
He eyed Kim up and down. He was too seedy looking to be her type. A lusting
look at her was all he would ever get.

"Marco isn't here."

Kim went to the hotel where Marco stayed. "Open the door," Kim commanded
harshly, after pounding on the door didn't get results.

Kim heard a lock turn and the door squeaked on its hinges.

"My poor pretty, Marco," Kim uttered when she saw him.

His eyes were swollen almost shut, the corner of his mouth was fat, and ugly
purplish bruises blotched his cheeks. What kind of a monster would do this,
Kim wondered?

Marco reached out to Kim and then dropped to his knees in front of her. He
wrapped his thin arms around her well-shaped hips and buried his face in her
crotch. He began to weep. His tears dampened Kim's skin.

"Tell me who did this to you," Kim asked, in a gentle voice. Kim had every
intention of standing up for her boyfriend and avenging him.

Marco answered by saying, "I'm afraid of what might happen next," Marco's sobs
shook his body. He squeezed Kim tighter almost knocking her over. "Protect me,
Kim. Protect me."

Kim decided that he was too irrational to make any sense. She managed to lead
him to the bed. She noticed a bottle of sleeping pills and she made him take
one. After he had fallen asleep she left. She had to get to work.

Once outside Kim started to run. Bridget needed her at the restaurant. Up
ahead she spotted a lone biker in a gold jacket slowly cruising the area.
Apparently the gang had split up to search for the hotel where Marco stayed.
The biker saw Kim and cut his motorcycle at a sharp angle to deliberately
block her path.

Kim continued running toward him. He removed his helmet and climbed off the
bike. He had a nice lean build, short, light-colored hair, and tattoos.

"You wouldn't be the bimbo that goes with that tweek, would you?"

Kim slowed to a trot when she got close. She gritted her teeth. "Get out of my
way."

"Not until you tell me where your sissy is."

Kim ambled closer and when she got in range she brought her right fist back
and punched him solidly between his eyes, a little higher than where she
aimed. Kim's knuckles against bone caused a cracking sound. Her knuckles stung
but fortunately Kim's right hand wasn't injured. She knew how to tuck her
thumb in when throwing a punch.

Though dazed, the biker shifted his feet and raised his hands, putting himself
into a boxer's stance. Kim was too fast for him. She punched him again,
solidly in the jaw.

The biker's eyes went blank and then his legs buckled. Kim punched him a third
time, in the belly. He was no match for her. Kim stepped aside and let him
crash to the cobblestones.

Kim apologized to Bridget for being late and got right to work. She stayed an
hour longer than usual, until one o'clock, and then decided she had to get
away by herself. Her girlfriends, whom she usually met on one of the topless
beaches that surround St., Tropez would understand. That brief fight with the
biker had rattled Kim. She knew she wouldn't be good company until she
reclaimed her emotions. .

Kim knew of a secluded spot and after changing into her black G-string bikini
she went there in the red Lancia. Kim removed her top and bottom and stretched
out naked on the golden sand. With the bright sunlight beating down on her,
Kim's tense body relaxed enough that she fell asleep.

Someone roughly nudging one of Kim's bare legs caused Kim to open her eyes.
Bright sunlight made it impossible for her to focus. Kim bolted upright into a
sitting position. . Finally she made out the tall shape of someone in jeans,
boots, and a gold jacket.

Kim's heart thudded. She sprang to her feet. To her amazement the biker
standing before her wasn't a man but an amber-haired woman, a bit taller, a
few pounds lighter, and not much older than she.

"Nice job you did on Andre. And he's a boxer too. You punch hard." The woman
had a sexy mouth and passionate honey brown eyes.

"He wouldn't move when I told him to."

"He wants another crack at you."

"Tell him I'll only hurt him worse."

Her eyes hovered on Kim's breasts and then roamed boldly to Kim's shaved
pussy.

"I like the scenery here. I think I'll join you."

The tall girl removed her jacket and Kim saw a succulent looking set of large
naked breasts. The girl kicked off her biker boots and climbed out of her
jeans. Her legs were long and slim and a thatch of fine dark hair covered her
juicy looking crease. She dropped to a sitting position, all the while fondly
gazing at Kim's pussy. Her eyes there made Kim's skin tingle.

"Who shaves you, little Miss Marco?"

Kim glared at her with angry eyes. "Don't expect me to tell you where Marco
is," Kim said, hands on hips. She had to do something to this girl for what
she had done to Marco.

"You will eventually, unless you want me to do to you what I did to him. So
you know, I'm a lot tougher than Andre, and a lot tougher than you. Pouty
blonds are my specialty."

Quickly, before Kim could jump back, the girl gripped Kim's ankles and toppled
her. Kim's firm rounded ass thumped into the sand. The girls leaped at one
another and suddenly their gorgeous limbs entangled. One grabbed a hank of the
others hair and each pulled and they rolled and made snarling sounds.

For a moment the tall girl got on top. Every muscle in Kim's body strained as
she tried to throw her off but it was no use. The girl's large breasts pressed
down on Kim's smaller breasts as the girl tried to grip Kim's wrists and force
her down.

Kim arched her back and tried furiously to throw the girl off. Kim ached all
over but strangely she liked the girl's skin on hers, liked the crush of her
breasts, liked her aroma.

"Marco lied to the fucking cops about me."

"Don't use that language. I don't like it."

"Oh, excuse me. Marco told the - - - cops, see I remembered, that I broke into
some rich guys car and stole things. It was Marco's waiter friend who did
that."

Kim kept fighting furiously but the girl kept pressing her weight on Kim.

"I'm a model not a thief and I live in Paris not here," the girl panted.
"Don't get the wrong idea about me just because I like to ride a motorcycle."

Kim used all of her strength to flip the girl over. Kim grabbed more dark hair
and yanked the girl's head down. Now Kim was on top. Both girls were gagging
for air. Kim gripped the girl's slender arms and pushed them into the sand.

"What's your name?"

"Monique." She blinked her eyes." Tell Marco to quit being afraid of his crook
waiter friend and tell the police the truth. I don't want to leave St. Tropez
with a bad reputation." Exhausted, she quit struggling but her legs remained
wrapped around Kim's waist. .

Kim didn't loosen her hold. She raised herself enough so that she could peer
into Monique's face, illuminated by brilliant sunlight. Monique was beautiful.
Kim believed her about being a model. Their eyes met and held and Kim felt
herself getting weak. Monique smiled knowingly.

"Rub that pink snatch of yours into mine," Monique said. Monique's sweet
breath washed over Kim's face.

Intoxicated by Monique's female aroma Kim positioned herself in such a way
that her pussy melded into Monique's. The feel of Monique's pubic hair on her
soft shaved flesh aroused Kim more than she could ever believe possible.

Monique grinded her crotch into Kim's.

"Do you like that?"

Kim sighed, "Yes." Kim felt heat and a wetness seeping through her vagina.

Without thinking Kim lowered her face and put her lips on Monique's lips.
Monique parted Kim's lips with her soft tongue and then Kim gave Monique her
tongue and they

kissed like that for a long time, the passion increasing as the kiss gained
force. Kim wanted to suck Monique's tongue into her throat and swallow it.

Feeling breathless, Kim released Monique and rolled away onto her back. She
threw her arms above her head and let the sun beat on her body. Nothing Kim
had ever done had made her feel this giddy.

"You know my name, what's yours."

"Kim."

"How old are you?"

"Eighteen."

"I'm nineteen."

Kim pouted. "I feel so inexperienced compared to you."

Monique smiled. "You're doing fine." She put her mouth on Kim's mouth and they
kissed. Kim looped her arms around Monique's neck and closed her eyes. She
never wanted Monique to pull her lips away.

Monique shook loose of Kim and got on her hands and knees. She positioned
herself over Kim, her beautiful breasts spilling from here chest.

"I don't date any of those guys. We just ride together. I don't date anyone,
but that could all change."

Kim opened her eyes and looked up at Monique, praying that Monique would do
something delicious to her.

"You're so beautiful I get dizzy looking at you," Monique told Kim.

Monique trapped one of Kim's plump nipples with her lips, and Kim sighed
wantonly, then Monique trapped Kim's other nipple. Monique tugged on that
nipple with her sharp white teeth making Kim moan deliriously. The pain felt
exquisite.

Kim reached up hungrily with her mouth and Monique teasingly brushed one of
her grape-sized nipples against Kim's wanting lips. Kim flicked her tongue out
and tasted a salt flavored nub. Before Kim could grab a nipple with her lips
Monique lifted her shoulders, pulling her breasts away.

"Girls taste good, don't they?"

"Yes." Kim's eyes fluttered. "Let me suck on your nipples, please."

Monique smiled. "Later. I get my treat first."

Monique lowered her face and traced a wet path with her tongue through Kim's
cleavage and over her ribs and made a damp ribbon across Kim's navel. Kim
writhed and moaned. What was happening was so sweet.

"You have nice muscles," Monique said. "Do you work out?"

Kim managed to say, "Yes." Kim felt so hot. Suddenly Monique fingered Kim and
Kim bucked her hips and a creamy wetness gushed from Kim's vagina. Kim felt
Monique's nails scratching the tenderest recesses of her body.

"Spread your pretty legs," Monique said driving her fingers into Kim deeper. A
gasping Kim spread her legs wide.

"You're soaked. Have you ever done this with a woman before?"

Kim sighed, "No." Kim could hardly speak or breathe. Above her the sky spun
wildly as if it were breaking apart the way her body seemed to be breaking
apart.

Monique licked Kim's juices from her fingertips.

"How many times with a man?"

"Only once."

"Did you like it?"

"No. I hated it."

"You're perfect. Are you through with Marco?"

"Yes," Kim said. "If you want me to be."

"I want you to be," Monique said. "From now on, you're my girlfriend, all
right?"

"Yes."

Kim pictured her and Monique walking together, holding hands, kissing, so
everyone could see that they were lovers.

"Your pussy looks so wet and slippery." Monique told Kim. "You smell like
perfume that is so rare it can't be found anywhere but between your legs."

Kim felt Monique's warm wet breath on her pussy lips. Kim spread her legs even
wider, lifted her pussy to Monique, squeezed her eyes shut, and waited.

END