-Pipp Petals Model Bikini - mini story by Colonist! :D - *You’re out for a walk on the beach boardwalk when your phone rings. You fish it out of your pocket, expecting to see the one of your Rainboom friends’ names to be on the caller I.D. You groan when you see who it is. It’s Doppy…freaking Doppy. You had resigned yourself to being on his contacts list long ago, and as such you’ve grown used to being dragged into whatever scheme he might have been putting into action at the moment…or did he cajole you those last couple of times? That was saying something given that you could only count the instances on one hand. You think to yourself that you’re being charitable when you say that the sample size of instances is too small to accurately gauge a success rate. Still, it didn’t take away any of the contempt that you’ve gained toward him after the last couple of times when he used you as manual labor, a convenient distraction, or an outright fall guy in his place!* You: If letting a phone ring twice before answering is a mark of professionalism, then for this guy I’m going to wait until the second to last ring before it goes to voicemail! *Four, five, and six rings - at the moment that you tap the answer button. In the split second of doing so, you notice that in addition to Doppy’s contact name (listed appropriately as “Trouble Double”) there’s another name alongside his.* You: Hello? Doppy: Ah, my other self! How are you this fine Saturday? You: What do you want? Doppy: You okay, buddy? Woke up on the wrong side of the bed today? It’s not just what I want that matters! You: (thinking) I’ll never get used to his surface-level niceties and even faker concerns! ???: Like, Doppy Boppy, are you going to cut to the chase now? I’m excited to hear all about what plan you had in mind, and you said that this Rainboom errand boy guy could help! *Another voice? Oh, right. The caller I.D. did list another name, and it looks like you had just answered into a conference call. The voice did sound familiar, but you couldn’t pin it down at the moment.* You: Other caller, I’ll have you know that I’m no errand boy! ???: Is that so? Totally not the vibe I got from the stories he’s told me. You: Whatever! May I ask whom I’m speaking with? ???: Well, I never! How can you not recognize the voice of one of the most influential influencers in your home city? Your friend Rarity was my help at - oh wait, you weren’t there on that day were you? You: I’m not always glued to social media, miss. ???: Vignette? THE Vignette Valencia? Right any bells, dear? Doppy: Yeah, man. How can you not remember Paella Valencia? Vignette: Hey, watch it, you! I don’t take kindly to your pet names, and that’s not even a real variation of paella! Doppy: Close enough. Man, now I’m hungry for some paella…Valencia. You: Okay you two, I didn’t answer into this call on a nice Saturday out to bicker! Will somebody tell me what I’m needed for before I hang up and unplug? *Vignette speaks, and Doppy mercifully stays quiet as she explains that situation to which they’re both privy to.*? Vignette: You say you don’t closely follow social media, but log in right now. Tell me who you see at position number forty-nine in the top one hundred followed accounts. *You do so, and you scroll down to the numbered user to see who Vignette is talking about.* You: Her name is Pipp Petals…a couple hundred thousand followers called “pippsqueaks”…apparently quite the singer in the shower. Vignette, I fail to see how she’s a threat. You’re still ranked at the top stop with your millions of followers and liked content. Vignette: She’s not going to stay at that rank for long! I know growth when I see it, and she’s on the way to surpass me in no time! Look at her account creation date. Hit “more info.” Look! *Now you see why Vignette’s panicking. Pipp’s account was only a week old, and already she had a follower count that would take a year to gain!* Vignette: Find out if she’s sub-botting. If she is, make her pay! You: This sounds like a job for someone more computer inclined. What if she isn’t? Doppy: Hehe, yours truly. Vignette: Then…I don’t know! Tell her to get a life! Use whatever persuasion you’re good at! *Vignette abruptly takes her leave and hangs up. You can hear Doppy smiling on his end.* You: She’s not sub-botting, is she? Doppy: Nope. Her cell pings her location at the beach where you are. Follow my lead. *You almost yelp as you feel a poke on your shoulder. He’s here already!? As you were talking with the two schemers, you had walked into an isolated part of beach far from the main one. Barely within spotting distance, you see a petite-looking gal taking selfies of herself with varying angles of the scenery behind her. She’s cute.* You: *sigh* Let’s get this over with. Doppy: Follow my lead, “brother.” Let’s have some fun! *Doppy walks with unstoppable confidence, and you sigh again as you follow behind.* Pipp: They weren’t kidding when they said thi s city’s got a nice beach within driving distance! (to camera phone) What do you think, pippsqueaks? I wore a tasteful outfit for the excursion, right? I know, right? Friendly reminder that second tier members will get improved filters, and I just might consider wearing a more bold bikini next time for you al! Oh! *Pipp notices you and Doppy as you get closer. She was clearly expecting to be alone, but she seems polite enough to give the two of you her attention as she ends her stream.* Pipp: Sorry, viewers! I need a moment. Stick around for more “Pipp on the Beach” afterward! *She hangs up, and faces Doppy. He’s already putting on his casual friendly smile…more like a scarily accurate replication of your own friendly smile. It’s fake as hell, but you watch.* Pipp: Oh, I’m sorry! Is this part of the beach closed off? Can I help you both? Oh no, wait! Are you both fans of mine? Doppy: No, yes, and yes, Miss Pipp. We just had to meet you in person when we saw how close you were located relative to us! We’re locals, and we recognized the background. Hope we aren’t intruding. I’m Roderick, and this is my brother, Richard! Pipp: Oh well, it’s always nice to meet some fans! Say, can I ask you two something? I’m kind of new to this whole influencer thing. Although I’ve been told that I’m doing really well, I can’t help but to feel as though I could be doing better. I mean, I’m in this for the fans…and the fun, of course! But…some of the more lewd-sounding fans… Doppy: You think that going the more “adult” route would rake in the views and cash, right? Listen, Miss Pipp: you shouldn’t have to cave to pressure and do anything that you’re uncomfortable with, but getting out of your comfort zone and trying new things are exactly what people are looking for in content creators. Me and my brother could help you out and show you what I mean. Follow my lead, Miss? You: (thinking) Gag me! So sickeningly sweet and fake! No way she’d fall for - Pipp: Oh, hehe, you think so? Anything to learn this craft better, Roderick! Please do teach me. Doppy: Okay, Miss Pipp. As you wish! *In one deft hand motion, Doppy unties her thin coverups. His other hand quickly follows up in yanking both bikini pieces off and down in another quick motion. Pipp yelps in surprise, but doesn’t protest, no doubt taking “Roderick” at his word that this was a lesson in social media.* Doppy: It would be rude of us not to match your dress, now wouldn’t it? *Doppy drops his short and nods at you to do so too. He’s picked up her phone now, and his signature sinister grin is returning to his face. Man, he’s so unbelievably manipulative!* Doppy: Now that we’re getting to know each other better you can call me, “Rod!” *He enters Pipp from behind as she squeaks. She falls on all fours on the sand in front of you.* Doppy: And he’s “Dick!” *Pipp commits to her situation, and her mouth latches your dick: record time threesome!* Doppy: You’re a singer, right? Give us some notes, dear! *Pipp tries to sing in the middle of her fellatio, but ends up humming some pop song that you’re not familiar with. It works for you though: the increased sensation is almost too much! You notice your other self pumping faster and faster before finishing on her back, and then it finally becomes too much as you finish on her face. Doppy recovers quickly and pull a pocketknife from his shorts. You’re initially shocked at this, but he waves you off in assurance. He pulls Pipp up to a standing position from behind, and takes some of his fluid off her back before rubbing it on her pubes. Spitting in one hand, he mixes that with the mixture. Taking his knife, he proceeds to give her the most lewd shave that you could imagine. Pipp looks dumbfounded as she looks at the end result and the coverup pieces that Doppy is handing her back.* Doppy: You shouldn’t be so glued to social media, Miss Pipp. Unplug! Spend your weekends doing… Pipp: Going outdoors, enjoying hobbies, and meeting new people in real life? Doppy: Yep! That’s not too much to ask in exchange for this to stay between us, right? *Doppy tosses her phone back to her. She notices that he sent video to his number and yours!* Doppy: Let’s do this again next weekend, Miss Pipp! You’ll get a bikini piece/hat back with each meetup. Pippsqueak out, hehe! *Pipp looks on in astonishment as you both take your leave. She squeaks in surprise as the wind flips up her coverup pieces and tingles her newly shaved mound.* You: Dick and Rod. Seriously!? Doppy: Had to get in character for the occasion! You got laid, man! Why the complaining? You: *sigh* I can’t even describe you in the “love-hate” category! I just…oh, fuck it! Doppy: That’s the spirit, buddy!