Looks like sweet Cammile has gotten us lost again!
After driving for hours, we end up in the middle of a beach, instead of the mall. Irritated, I decide to take over and drive but stubborn little Cammile refuses to leave the comfort of her seat. She toys with me, peddle pumping and revving the engine when suddenly she accidentally accelerates and get us stuck in the sinking sand.
Furious, I am forced to step out of the car and into the wet sand, dirtying my red leather Dolce and Gabbana pumps.
I assess the situation and try to push the car but our tires are stuck in the soft ground. I notice the sand sticking to my shoes and water stains that have appeared on the delicate leather.
I feel my anger rising. I stomp over to the driver’s side and yank open the door. I scream, “Look what you made me do Cammile! These are by D&G.” She gives me a devilish grin and nonchalantly replies, “Better your shoes, than mine.” She continues to smirk at my misfortune, shocked and fuming, I grab her wrist and begin to pull her out of the car. She resists my attempts and yells then begs me to stop but I refuse. I tell her, “You think I’m just going to let you sit there and watch me suffer? I don’t think so. I’m going to make you pay for ruining my heels.” She lets out a loud gasp as I force her out of the car and into the deep, water soaked sand.
I watch as her black leather pumps turn color and darken from the water crawling over her shoes. She fights to escape from my grasps but it only makes her sink deeper. Soon, the soft ground has engulfed her shoes and feet entirely. By now, Cammile is no longer laughing. She frowns at the sight of her badly damaged heels.
Her eyes begin to tear when suddenly she glares up at me and rushes towards me. I scream as she grabs my sheer blouse and pulls at my long hair. I put my hands up and attempt to push her away, but she slaps my arm aside.
I quickly twist out of her reach. I lunge back at her and yank her hair from behind, pulling her close to me. I whisper in her ear, “Told you I’d get you back.”
The water continues to serge through our legs and shoes.
As Cammile struggles, she loses one of her pumps. I instantly release her and run towards her lost shoe. I stomp and dig my heels into her shoe, forcing it far into the sand. She cries for me to stop what I’m doing. Amused by her distress, I shake my head and refuse.
Desperate, Cammile shoves me aside. I fall on to the soft ground as she follows, toppling on top of me. The waves wash over us, soaking our blouses, dress and skirt. Our stockings glisten in the sun, instantly soak up the frigid water, sending it into our panties and underwear.
Our hair is wet and clothes a mess. Covered in sand, we continue our tussle. I use my weight against her and force myself on top. I straddle her so she can no longer move.
TO BE CONTINUED…