undercover police patrolled the beaches in wait of girls who’d break the law by removing the veil. It was well known that they paid particularly close attention to wet T-shirt contests.
Jen wondered if any of the contestants would cross the line. She stood between Chris and Celia on the balcony while Maria hung farther back in the hotel room, making eyes with Mr. Margarita. The contest ended with no offenders and about fifty guys left by the pool in randy spirits. The boys’ attention turned toward the three bikinied girls on the balcony. Chris danced and encouraged them, Celia smiled and waved, and Jen laughed nervously and blushed. A low chant rose from the poolside. Chris responded to the group’s coaxing by chugging her drink, handing her cup to Jen, and lifting her top. Jen gaped open-mouthed at her friend’s bare breasts while the crowd whooped its approval. The cheers rose an octave higher, and Jen whipped her head around to see Celia’s boobs bouncing freely in the wind. All attention turned to Jen. She screamed and took a step back toward the room, throwing her arms protectively over her chest. She was met by groans and boos from the peanut gallery below.
Danny from Ohio pushed his way to the front of the crowd and shouted, “Jen! Get them out of there. Cops! On their way up.”
Jen grabbed both girls by the wrist and led them swiftly through the hotel room. The second they arrived at the doorway to the hall, a helmeted police officer stepped in front them, blocking their way out. Jen froze. She was barely conscious of Celia’s wrist slipping out of her hand before the officer grabbed both Jen’s and Chris’s arms and pulled them out to the balcony. He was bringing them out there so that an undercover officer on the beach could identify them. Jen as released, but Chris was arrested.
The officer handcuffed Chris and gave Jen and the others directions to where he was taking her. He told them that Chris was going to get fingerprinted and booked and that there would be a hundred and eighteen dollar fine to get her released. Once he left, Maria and Celia emerged from the bathroom. Maria had dragged Celia in there to hide. Celia was crying because she felt bad for abandoning Chris. Jen could only make half an attempt to console her because she was also concerned about their friend. Poor Chris. She was probably near hysterics. It had all happened so fast.
Ohio Danny backed his van out of the sand, and Jen, Maria, and Celia piled in and headed through the Daytona streets to rescue their friend. When they arrived at the address, they found a trailer in a parking lot next to two portable cages. The cages reminded Jen of something you’d expect to see transporting circus animals. Instead of circus animals, these cages held mischievous college students. The Daytona police were old pros and had the spring break misdemeanor racket down to a science.
Ohio Kurt, the one Chris had slept with that first night, seemed to be experienced in these matters. “Let me handle this.”
The girls gave him money for the fine, and he jumped out of the van and disappeared inside the trailer. Chris would be mortified when her one stand showed up to spring her from the pokey—double humiliation. Jen tried to wipe the pity from her expression so she wouldn’t make Chris feel even worse. After about fifteen minutes of anxious waiting, the door to the van slid open. Chris bounded in, laughing and showing off her inked thumb.
“When Kurty here paid the fine, the guy was like, ‘That’ll be fifty-nine bucks each!’” Chris burst into guffaws. Apparently, humiliating Chris wasn’t a challenge the Daytona police were up to.
***
Jen pulled herself out of bed early on the last morning. The cousins still slept, and Chris was MIA again. Jen had learned not to panic about Chris, anymore. She swept her long, brown hair into a high ponytail and stepped outside to get a good last look at the ocean before heading back to the
Jen wondered if any of the contestants would cross the line. She stood between Chris and Celia on the balcony while Maria hung farther back in the hotel room, making eyes with Mr. Margarita. The contest ended with no offenders and about fifty guys left by the pool in randy spirits. The boys’ attention turned toward the three bikinied girls on the balcony. Chris danced and encouraged them, Celia smiled and waved, and Jen laughed nervously and blushed. A low chant rose from the poolside. Chris responded to the group’s coaxing by chugging her drink, handing her cup to Jen, and lifting her top. Jen gaped open-mouthed at her friend’s bare breasts while the crowd whooped its approval. The cheers rose an octave higher, and Jen whipped her head around to see Celia’s boobs bouncing freely in the wind. All attention turned to Jen. She screamed and took a step back toward the room, throwing her arms protectively over her chest. She was met by groans and boos from the peanut gallery below.
Danny from Ohio pushed his way to the front of the crowd and shouted, “Jen! Get them out of there. Cops! On their way up.”
Jen grabbed both girls by the wrist and led them swiftly through the hotel room. The second they arrived at the doorway to the hall, a helmeted police officer stepped in front them, blocking their way out. Jen froze. She was barely conscious of Celia’s wrist slipping out of her hand before the officer grabbed both Jen’s and Chris’s arms and pulled them out to the balcony. He was bringing them out there so that an undercover officer on the beach could identify them. Jen as released, but Chris was arrested.
The officer handcuffed Chris and gave Jen and the others directions to where he was taking her. He told them that Chris was going to get fingerprinted and booked and that there would be a hundred and eighteen dollar fine to get her released. Once he left, Maria and Celia emerged from the bathroom. Maria had dragged Celia in there to hide. Celia was crying because she felt bad for abandoning Chris. Jen could only make half an attempt to console her because she was also concerned about their friend. Poor Chris. She was probably near hysterics. It had all happened so fast.
Ohio Danny backed his van out of the sand, and Jen, Maria, and Celia piled in and headed through the Daytona streets to rescue their friend. When they arrived at the address, they found a trailer in a parking lot next to two portable cages. The cages reminded Jen of something you’d expect to see transporting circus animals. Instead of circus animals, these cages held mischievous college students. The Daytona police were old pros and had the spring break misdemeanor racket down to a science.
Ohio Kurt, the one Chris had slept with that first night, seemed to be experienced in these matters. “Let me handle this.”
The girls gave him money for the fine, and he jumped out of the van and disappeared inside the trailer. Chris would be mortified when her one stand showed up to spring her from the pokey—double humiliation. Jen tried to wipe the pity from her expression so she wouldn’t make Chris feel even worse. After about fifteen minutes of anxious waiting, the door to the van slid open. Chris bounded in, laughing and showing off her inked thumb.
“When Kurty here paid the fine, the guy was like, ‘That’ll be fifty-nine bucks each!’” Chris burst into guffaws. Apparently, humiliating Chris wasn’t a challenge the Daytona police were up to.
***
Jen pulled herself out of bed early on the last morning. The cousins still slept, and Chris was MIA again. Jen had learned not to panic about Chris, anymore. She swept her long, brown hair into a high ponytail and stepped outside to get a good last look at the ocean before heading back to the
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