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Heather walks in front of the grand mirror lined with LED lights in the gorgeous white bathroom, her hands on her wide hips feeling herself up. The floor is a cold tile one with a white carpet fluffed below her bare feet. Her bikini, which is a dark two-piece set, holds her valuables behind a wall of comfortable, tight fabric that presses her breasts upward, holding back a pair of C cups from freely flailing about. She spins around, smirking at her figure, bending over slightly as she turns to stare at her ass. She smacks it, caresses one cheek and gropes it before winking at herself.
“Like a million bucks.” She tells herself before withdrawing her hand and popping open her cabinet to find some make-up appliances within, all the size of her palm. With gusto, she takes a mascara brush in hand and gets to work. Behind her, in the main bedroom of the gorgeous, crimson red resort she’s staying in, sits a briefcase with around one million dollars inside of it, and a pair of sunglasses right next to it.
Outside of the room, located on the first floor of the resort just as she asked for, is a sliding glass door from her room to the private pool reserved for VIP residents only. A black-light curtain hangs over the glass, leaving a certain Total Drama World Tour runner-up to twiddle his thumbs with his feet dipped in the water while his imagination runs wild with what this is all about. It had been six months since Total Drama World Tour ended. Six months since Sierra dropped her obsessive streak and became Cody’s defacto best friend, taking up celebrity photography to torture some other poor soul while he lives his best life being stalked by girls HE finds attractive. Six months since the last time he saw Gwen, locking lips with Duncan. Six months since Alejandro lost it all against the woman of his dreams. A weird time to be alive. Even weirder, of all people to invite him to some swanky resort, the girl who spoke to him a collective eight times, nearly all of those times being for her own selfish gains, wanted to see him outside of the competition they wasted two summers in.
But… why?
He looks down at his scrawny spaghetti arms and flat, pubescent torso, then down at legs so skinny they could be classified as finger food. Running a hand through his brunette hair, water trickling down his arms and legs, he wonders what exactly a millionaire would want with someone as pathetic as Cody Anderson.
Okay, now he’s just being hard on himself. But still: if it wasn’t to rub it in, what IS he doing here?
There was one caveat that Heather had about him coming here. She actually sent him a letter in the mail, as archaic as that is, since her new lawyer advised against emails, since the web is such a new and scary place for communication. Inside the letter was a formal invitation to meet her at the Lochs Luxury Hotel and Suite on Friday, October 3rd WITH a video camera. He also could not tell anybody where he was going. He assumed she meant Sierra and the Drama Brothers. It’s not like she and Sierra were on bad terms.. Did she just find her too annoying or invasive for their purposes? Or hell, maybe this was a group thing and other people were invited to this meet-up. He had no means of knowing. The nature of a letter in the mail is just way too hard to grasp the paper trail of.
And so, instead of questioning it at this point, he swallows his anxieties, grasps the camera wrapped around his neck and rubs the lens with his dry fingers, looking up at the sliding door just in time to see the curtains open. His cheeks burn red as the sun beaming down on him through the puffy clouds in the orange dusk sky.
In her cute bikini, wearing solely her heels and a pair of dark sunglasses walks Heather, chewing on a piece of gum as she closes the sliding door behind her and gives the twig boy ogling her a sultry look. His mouth flaps open, eyes wide. Has she ALWAYS been this busty? Her breasts leaked - no - poured out of her top, and her hips seemed to practically illuminate the inside of her bikini bottom with how much the ends of them glow pink, contrasting with her pale Wasian skin. His eyes drift from her toes to her eyes, and now they both meet in the middle.
“Perv.” Heather scoffs, a hand on her hip as she grins down at him, her shadow enveloping him from across the pool. Cody would stand up to greet her properly, but the growing erection in his swim trunks is preventing him from playing this cool.
“Heather! Uh, hey! You look uh.. Stunning! Did you get some work done?” He bashfully questions, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Um, no. Gosh, was Gwen that prevalent in your life that you never noticed what my natural body looks like in a swimsuit?” Heather asks, a hint of sarcasm in her sexy voice.
Cody shrugs. “If I said yes, would you be surprised?”
“Not in the slightest.” She chuckles under her breath, closing her eyes briefly before opening them to stare him down. Her eyes glide down to the closed off section of his lap, covered by two noodle legs crossed up on top of his junk. He follows her eyes and places his hands on his legs innocuously.
“S-so… I gotta say, I’m kind of surprised to see you again so soon after the show ended.”
“Why’s that?”
“Well.. you didn’t exactly make a lot of friends on the show. And you won, so there’s that. Why WOULD you contact anyone from such a wonky experience?” Cody answers.
Heather narrows her eyes at him. “I’m not as cruel as you think I am, you know. I can be nice sometimes. I’m the good guy, remember?”
“Right, I did say that, aha..” Cody awkwardly laughs, unsure of how to react, sweat beading down his temple. “Uh.. so..”
“Hm?” Heather hums.
“Why did you invite me here? Is it really just us two?” Cody questions.
“Oh, I made sure it was just us two. Paid off the owner of this place to close the VIP pool for just us.” She checks her nails cockily.
Cody nods, but the confusion remains on his face. “Oh, cool, cool. But why?”
Heather ignores him, raising her brow at the camera on his chest. It’s black with a pristine lens and a beautiful, unharmed shape. “You brought the camera. Good. Are you as good as your little girlfriend is with it?”
Cody blinks. “Girlfriend? Oh you mean Sierra.” He blushes, playing with the camera. “Well, I did used to go to photography classes in school, and I scored A+’s pretty consistently. Sierra let me have her camera after I told her I wanted to borrow it for some vlog thing about this movie I saw last week.”
“She can be pretty gullible, huh? She doing okay?”
“Oh, she’s great! Not using my toothbrush, or licking my bathroom walls anymore, and she keeps her distance! Hairs growing back nicely, too.”
“That’s good. She was always nice to me.. Even when she was creepy, or violent, or.. Nevermind.” Heather shivers at the memories of the crazy girl.
Cody leans forward in his seat, his arms covering his lap as his legs sink back into the water. “And you? The media’s been having a pretty tough time finding you. Nobody really knows what’s up with you.”
“I’m great, actually. Even better now that I have a new source of income.”
“You do?”
She nods, smirking. “That’s what the camera is for.”
Cody slowly looks down at the camera, then back up at Heather. “...What’s this about?”
Heather pulls down her sunglasses to stare. “I’ve kept enough from you, I suppose.” She pulls them back on. “You’re going to be taking explicit pictures of me, Cody.”
“...Exsqueeze me?” Cody squeaks. Heather snickers, beginning to walk around the pool toward him.
“Don’t be that way. You can handle it. You handled stalking all the girls on your team naked like a little weirdo with those x-ray glasses, didn’t you?”
Cody raises his hands in defense of himself. “I-I could only see undies!”
Heather rolls her eyes. “Don’t try to lie to me. We all saw the playbacks.”
“Okay, okay, you got me. But still.. You don’t have a boyfriend or anybody who would take issue with this, r-right?”
“If you’re referring to Alejandro… I haven’t seen him at all since the finale. The jerk never texts or calls me. I assume he lost interest. So no. No boyfriend. And even if he was around, I have no interest in him. Also…” She’s finally standing over him now. Slowly, she kneels down and places a hand on his boney shoulder, slowly dragging her fingers down his arm, her cleavage glaring at him like a thousand foot drop into pure ecstasy. “You helped me win the million. And I never even said thank you. It was your words that helped me push myself to the top of that volcano to show that jerk who’s boss… I’d say you’re owed some kind of compensation. Even more than just seeing me in a sexy bikini, I mean. I’d like to loop you into this business venture of mine.” She leans into his ear and huffs, her hot breath stinging his skin as his body tingles. “What do you say, Mr. Anderson? Interested?”
Cody slowly nods. “...Okay. That sounds good.”
Heather pulls back and stands up, her legs now leveled with his face. She smiles down at him. “Good. I’m going to get into position. You should do the same after you fix that little boner of yours.” She starts walking away, winking at him as her ass bounces away from him. Cody watches her with a look of pure shock on his face before sobering up and fixing his protruding member upright, avoiding a pitching tent a little too late.
Heather sits on a lawn chair in front of the glistening pool, fixing her backside so her ass faces Cody evermore, her legs sticking out under her cheeks. Both of her hands hold her steady on the chair while Cody hungrily and hurriedly gets his camera closer to his face, zooming in on his star. Heather gives the camera, and the cameraman for that matter, a sultry smirk that shows off her shiny golden tooth. Her eyes, already slanted at the camera, gaze into Cody’s eyes too. His erection throbs against his stomach as he presses his finger against the trigger and shallowly swallows. Her bottoms didn’t leave much to the imagination, being a red thing that went right up her ass.
“S-say cheese.” Cody mumbles. Heather rolls her eyes at his corniness just as he clicks for the first time, a flash of light enveloping her rear and heels. Another shot is taken as she re-does the sexy look she previously had settled on. One more in this position is taken while Heather’s rubbing her plump, apple sized ass cheek. Cody couldn’t be redder if he was a fruit.
“Okay, next one.” Heather says, adjusting herself so she sits down facing him on the chair. She stretches her arms upward, exposing her midriff and chest, her tits squishing the material of her top. Cody snaps a few shots for good measure, standing up now, his mind racing with thoughts of this being some elaborate wet dream. He is already leaking precum after all.. Heather giggles, sliding her shoes off of her feet before leaning back to sit on her heels, giving him a perfect view of her red, wet soles and cute, fit ass.
Cody stutters as he speaks. “W-when did it get so..-”
“Big? I invested in a workout regime and a personal gym. I knew you could tell. That’s why I chose you for this job, after all~” Heather flirts, winking at him before arching her back to give a greater view of her new assets. Cody goes buck wild snapping shots of every angle and every new body part - from the sweat glistening off of her feet, to the shiny, incredible ass facing him like a lunar eclipse. She turns around, smirking at him. “Watch this, Cody~”
He turns his face out of the camera to see Heather outside of his lens. She reaches toward her back and grabs at the clip keeping her chest together, detaching the material so it falls into her lap. Cody foams at the mouth, drool coating the entirety of his tongue as he zooms in and snaps a few picks of her bare backside. It looked remarkably muscular, not to mention completely smooth. Grabbing at her heavy D cup tits, Heather slowly turns around and straddles the lawn chair, lifting her mammary mountains up from the underside to shake them up and down in front of her little photographer.
“You know,” She starts, yawning strategically to leave her mouth hung open for all of his perverted fantasies to run wild. “If you wanna.. Take it out and enjoy yourself to the content.. I’d be okay with that~” She winks. Cody doesn’t hesitate to reach for his swim trunks and pull the tightening cord, said trunks falling to his feet in a wet pile before he steps out of them and holds the camera with one hand, jerking his cute, skinny shaft off with a lust-filled look in his eyes, his lips parted in amazement.
“Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit..~” Cody mumbles, snapping shot after shot of Heather’s big, wobbly breasts. “E-even on Team Amazon, when I was looking at all you lovely ladies, aha.. I never knew you were hiding such h-huge boobs, Heather.. I-I mean Harold said they were BIG, but I never-”
“Please just shut up and masturbate. And don’t forget the camera, big boy~” Heather bites her bottom lip as she stands up and grabs the hem of her bikini bottoms, shuffling the piece of clothing down her thighs and knees. Slowly but surely, her strip tease evolves. Cody faps harder, the skin of his dick pulsating electricity through his tingly body. His precum acts as a lubricant in of itself, his clean shaven privates perfectly on display for the raven haired Queen Bee stalking him with her panties halfway down her legs. She steps out of them, showing off her own hairless vagina, taking a step back to rub the skin around her pussy, stretching her lips wide open to show him just how wet this situation is making her.
“You see this, Cody? You did this. Somehow, you got me this fucking worked up over the last six months.” She pants, jamming a finger into her cunt, a splash of pussy juice hitting the floor under her. Cody strokes harder, collecting a few more shots with the blinding flash of her intimate area and her fingers deep dive of it before dropping to his knees and stroking off to the girl halfway across the pool from him. The camera dangles around his chest thanks to the lanyard, while Cody strokes him to a mind melting orgasm.
Shlick, shlick, shlick!~
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, this is so fucking hoooooot~”
Squirt! Squirt, squirt! Spuuurt!
A mess of clumpy, thick, white jizz leaks down Cody’s chin and hand. He hit himself, right in the face. That’s how worked up he is. His cock throbs in his hand as he closes his eyes at the sky above, panting for air as his body shakes like an earthquake. Heather giggles behind her hand before walking around the pool once more, a bit more of a pep in her step. Once she finally gets to the scrawny, messy nerd photographing her like his favorite superhero, she bends down to his level and collects his face in her well manicured hands, leaning down to his drunken, dazed face to open her mouth and run her tongue alongside his chin, sucking his semen off his face.
“Sluuurp, slurp, slurp~” Heather flicks her tongue against his skin, enamored with the filth of their intimacy. Her thigh ache, knees bending down to suckle on his neck. He gasps, his hands on her shoulders as he leans against her for support, a hickey forming from the suction of her teeth against his sensitive skin. Purple envelopes his white skin, just as she yanks her lips off of his neck with a satisfying
pop!
His cum, in thin ropes like spaghetti, swings from her bottom lip as she grins at him, her face higher than his. “Take a picture. It’ll last longer.” She tells his mesmerized self. He grabs the camera and snaps a picture. She can’t help but giggle, slowly turning around with her ass sticking out at his crotch. Doughy, yet small and tight, two fat cheeks that are ultimately small in size. Cody’s riding the last of his orgasm as her cheeks suddenly begin clapping before his crotch, her entire lower body shaking up and down from her knees to her hips. Her tits also swat against her chest, clapping together similarly to her shaking booty.
“Holy shit.. What a show..” Cody grabs the camera’s blocky perimeter and slides his finger over the trigger, sliding the filter from photography to recording shakily, his body unable to stop fidgeting. His dick stops at half mast, not going any softer. His eyes know why, and his dick is beginning to understand the appeal. He touches the record button and captures the aggressive ass-claps of his business partners' fat Wasian asscheeks.
“Oh, good, I didn’t even have to tell you to record that time. That deserves a reward, don'tcha think?~” Heather teases, looking back at him seductively.
“W-what kind of rewa- oh!~” Her cheeks snap around his shaft, her ass grinding against his dick as his camera glues itself to the sight. Shallow, whimpery moans leave Cody’s toothy mouth, his erection coming back to full size around the hot, encapsulating bottom worshiping him by slap, slap, slapping against the sides of his cock. Falling over due to the situation, Cody lands on his back with an ‘oof’ and hits record on his camera once again, ending the recording.
“Did I tell you to stop?” Heather questions, looming over him with her hands on either side of his twink body. Startled, he shrieks.
“M-my bad! Let me put this back on.” He reaches for the camera.
Heather grabs the camera and heaves it over his head, placing it next to them away from the water. “No, no. It’s too late for that… Now I get you to myself.”
Cody blushes, surprised at her primal fuck me eyes and sexual overtone. “What? But.. you-”
“Shut up and spread those chicken legs for me, boy.” Heather demands, her tone strong.
“Yes, ma’am!” Cody obediently follows her orders, spreading his legs wide open. His skinny legs part to reveal his dripping dick, creamy, cum covered stomach and droopy little balls. Heather slithers her way down Cody’s body, grabbing his testicles with a gentle hand, her sharp fingernails tracing a pathway around the concealed baby-makers as her eyes admire the twitching tip of his lollipop.
Her hand grabs the base, soaking her pinky finger in drying, liquidy cum. She bends down, her hair shining beautifully in the sun as its wetness reflects off the natural lighting. Cody moans lowly, while Heather gets low and pecks his penis with red lipstick leaving a mark on it. He gasps, his hands forming to fists as her mouth opens and her little tiger lily eyes keep on him. Like a lioness, she examines her prey, her backside forming a slope to show off the curvature of her perfect ass, slowly shaking back and forth while her tongue slithers down the base of his cock and laps at his shaft.
“Oh, god..!~” Cody covers his own mouth, his lips quivering as his eyes slant and his hair becomes moist with sweat. Heather closes her top lip around the circumcised tip of her boytoy, her tongue lapping at his dick like a dog sips water, her ass halting all movement to plop down on her soles and allow her mind to focus on sucking Cody’s dick. She never breaks eye contact - okay she breaks eye contact, but only to admire the pin dick she’s got shoved in her mouth like a piece of sour candy. His cum, still sticky on his cock, tastes sweetly, motivating her to suck down every last bit still clinging to his flesh.
She pulls off of his tip to breathe, then composes herself with a lick of her lips to continue spelunking, her mouth opening, accepting the length before her and dragging her lips down to the base of his dick. Up, and down, a saliva coat warming him as well as a trace of red left by her make-up staining a circle around his genitals. Cody can’t help but moan louder and louder, eventually covering his mouth with a bite of his lips in order to suppress alerting their neighbors.
As her throat accepts his tip inside of her, she eagerly buckles down and allows him to lock his legs around her neck, eagerly sucking his dick with a slobbery series of slurps while her hair sways in the reverse direction she maneuvers her head in. Cody grabs her head and nearly forces her to choke down more, despite the fact that there is no more to choke down, but he gets one very un-enthusiastic glare from the once bald supermodel in front of him and sheepishly smiles, petting her instead. She pushes back against his hand and takes herself off of his crotch with a gasp, opening her mouth to reveal the ropes of precum and saliva stuck between her lips and teeth. Cody pants, in love with the messy sight before him. Heather climbs over his boy parts and sits down on his erect dick, pinning it right under her warm pussy, a moist, damp liquid pooling against the base of his cock.
“You feel that?” Heather teases, inching her face down to his. Her breath smells like strawberry sour spray, and her eyes beam into his enough to keep him underneath her for the rest of his life.
“God, you’re so wet.. I can’t believe I’m losing my virginity to you.” Cody shallowly whispers, his lip thoroughly indented with bite marks. Heather seems shocked.
“You’re a virgin? Actually, why does that surprise me?” The raven haired beauty scoffs.
Cody can’t help but laugh. “Hehe, it really shouldn’t. Are you on the pill?”
Heather looks away like a cat catching a shiny object in the distance. “Psht, look, Cody, you’re either here to fuck my brains out and make me want you, or you’re here to scare me off. Which will it be?” Heather taunts, her voice venomous with aphrodisiac.
“Uh… I have a breeding kink?” Cody awkwardly replies, smiling nervously.
She yanks his head in, kisses him on the lips and makes him clean his mess off of her teeth and gums, their tongues exchanging bacteria and love, of course, before she ends the kiss shortly with a satisfying POP!
“Then breed me, lover boy! Maybe I’ll turn you from runner-up to full time winner if you fuck me good and rough~”
She sits up, adjusts the boy’s dick and slowly pushes her body down onto him, her pussy opening wide to accept himself inside of her. Her walls close in around his tip, then swallow the rest of him whole, the natural lubrication of their sex forcing her to slide down to his base in an instant. Cody buckles, wrapping his arms around Heather’s skinny frame, his cheek pressed between her tits. He nuzzles her heartbeat, which quickens in response to the rhythm of their bodies. Squelching noises can be heard between the panting, moaning and obscenities whispered between lovers, Cody’s nails scraping Heather’s raw back while hers dig into his shoulders and mark him.
“Oh, Heather.. What was I thinking going after Gwen all these years? It’s clear to me now… you’re perfection. Not her!” He mumbles against her breast. Heather snorts, scoffing at him as her nails scratch his skin and her cunt wrings his dick.
“Please! I’m just as flawed as that boyfriend kisser. I’m a horrible bitch, and I used you to get further in the game. But.. I’d be lying if I said- ngh..~ That I didn’t find you cute back then. Even if you are REALLY easy to bully~” Heather smirks, looking down at him as his eyes float upward, her words barely passing her lips.
“Bully me more, please. I need it~” Cody begs.
“Figured you were one of those.. Hit me where it hurts, big boy~” Her hips roll against his lap. In response, Cody bucks his own, their bodies slamming into each other perfectly. Though Cody isn’t some hulking behemoth down there, he’s big enough to be able to plunge her depths for the elusive G-spot all women crave to be hit. All he has to do is find it. Luckily, after years of practicing sex with a doll in his room, he knows a thing or two.
“Ah!~ W-what the hell is that?” She shrieks, her voice high pitched, ending her sultry dominance.
Cody holds Heather’s shoulders down to assure he has enough leverage and punches the spongy core of his girl's fuckbox as he grits his teeth and laughs. “S-surprised? I can make you cum just like this, if I wanted to~”
PLap, plAP, PlAP, PLAP!
“That’d take f-forever! O-ooh shiit, Cody..~” Her voice trails, eyes slanting in a drunken haze as her body slows and drool lines her bottom lip. Cody sucks it up before delivering a sweet kiss against her lips, his mouth traveling to her ear to translate an important message his prostate was telling him.
“I’m gonna cum all over your womb, Heather..~ I’m gonna cake it in sperm and ruin you for anyone else who might want you~” His breath is hot against her flesh, tingling her neck and spine.
Plap, plap, plap, PLAP, PLAP!
“Mmm…!~ Be my boytoy forever, dweeb! Coat me white, please!~” Her arms tangle around his back, her head laying limp against his neck.
He quickens his pace, ramming into her like a jackhammer until finally, mercilessly, they climax together, her fingers wrapped around her clitoris to help her ride out an orgasm alongside the brunette below her. Her juices spray against his belly and genitals, while his dick pumps load after load of sweet, sugary baby batter into her womb.
“AH!~ Fuuuuck…!~” Heather moans, a shrill, throaty yell that only reaches him, it’s target audience. Cody weakly mimics her, bottoming out below her with a whimper.
“Oooh, go~d… I-I’m tapped.. I can’t believe we actually did that…” He huffs, their ejaculate pooling below their bodies, his in particular streaming down her love-hole like water in a drain pipe.
“Yeah… I actually always expected to get this far, but.. I never expected for you to make me cum.” Heather pants in response.
Cody grins, his face leaning away from her. “Yeah, well… Heh! That’s just how good I am, babe.”
“Well, you didn’t do it alone.” Heather’s hands trail down his sides, her face changing to a cheeky expression from her tired, orgasmic one.
Cody raises a brow as his erection falls to flaccidity inside of her. “Eh? Whaddya mean?”
“I was totally stroking my clit while you were fucking me.” She points down at said clit. Cody follows her finger and his jaw drops, disappointment covering his face.
“Aw, what?”
Heather chuckles. “Sorry.. I didn’t cum JUST from penetration.. But you still did amazing.” Her hand combs his hair, brushing his scalp with her nails.
“Amazing enough to become your new boyfriend, full time?~” Cody suggests, his eyelids half closed and his smile warm and inviting. Heather stares into his almond eyes for a good while deciding whether or not this was a gambit that would prove beneficial or fruitless in the long term… but her heartbeat from earlier insisted that yes was the right choice.
“...I think so.”
Cody pumps his fist. “Score!~”
Heather rolls her gray eyes. “Loser… Come now, get in the pool with me. You need a wash.”
Cody watches as Heather climbs off of his body, his seed leaking down her thighs. His eyes follow the stream of semen leaving her body and trail down her leg until she sits at the edge of the pool and he’s forced to catch her staring at him with a knowing glance.
“Pervert.” She jumps into the pool, a splash covering his vision. He stands up and takes a few steps back before getting a running start into the water, cannonballing in after her. After rising from the blue lagoon, he meets her above water and points his thumb outside of the pool. “By the by… are you serious about all that modeling stuff?”
“Oh, yes. We’re going to make ourselves even richer than we already are. After all, what’s wrong with throwing more money on the pile?” Heather asks.
“What about the explicit pics?” Cody asks.
“Oh, those? Those are for your eyes ONLY. You show them to anyone else, and they’ll find your body with twelve holes in it. Capiche?” Heather questions threateningly, her sharp nail pointed at his neck while her hand grabs his shoulder.
Cody sheepishly nods. “Yes ma’am.. Sheesh~”
She releases him with a glare. “Now, lemme get your back.” Heather commands, miming for him to spin around.
“Score!~” Cody cheers once again.
Heather groans, smacking Cody upside the head with a blush on her cheeks, yelling playfully, “Stop it!”