)Bikini Beach: A Quiet SpellCopyrighted 2000By Radioactive LonerAnya looked out the window at the parking lot surrounding Bikini Beach. She was... a l...ttle puzzled.It was the dusk following a very warm summer day -- not one that had been incredibly humid and sticky, where people just wanted to stand in front of their air conditioning units and pretend to be popsicles. No, today's skies featured the sun lavishing just enough warmth that the alluring waters of Bikini Beach should have been. Her nipples were exposed and everyone could see her silver stud piercings. Black stockings covering her legs and a black leather thong barely covered her crotch. I had no doubt this dominatrix was going to be our host."It's time to play 'Fuck you, bitch!" the woman yelled. "I am your hostess, the cruelest bitch of them all, Mistress Claudia!"At this point I really regretted fucking her husband yesterday. She appeared to be the kind of woman who took that kind of thing personally. At the thought. . told her that the ONE time i had tried it, it turned out to be a guy... and that sort of made me gun shy... re: the experience... well, instead of accepting my response... she simply said "quick, give me your phone number."i sat there staring at the screen for what seemed like forever, unsure whatto do... finally i said "ok"... and gave her the requested digits... well ofcourse, you know what happened next...before i could regain my composure my phone was ringing... ring... ring...ring... it. I knew she has a couple of other fuck buddies she gets together with when they can get away from their wives, and that’s fine with me; I really like getting together with a slutty woman! So one day I was in her neighborhood and tried texting to see if we could get together. No answer. Bummer. Oh well, I thought, I’ll just drop in. Maybe she’d been doing some work in the yard or something. Was I in luck!As I drove down her street I saw a strange car in her driveway, and getting closer I saw her.