Carmel is a Rebel

Ginny Priestly pulled into the motel parking lot, flipping her hair over her shoulder as she got out if the car. Though she didn't look it, she had been driving for days--she wanted nothing more than a hot shower.

When she got her key, she made her way up to the rooms on the second floor. A young lady was leaning over the railing and smoking.

Carmel sighed deeply, exhaling the smoke from her mouth. She dropped the cigarette, smashing it beneath her 2-inch heels. She turned around, wringing her long blond hair in her hands.

It was Mrs. Priestly.

"M...Mrs. Priestly?" She asked, her eyes widening.

"Carmel!" She exclaimed, beaming. "It's been a while, hasn't it? I'd hug you, but I'm in need of a shower." She laughed. "Come wait in my room while I shower and we can talk afterward."

"I have my own room!" She insisted, crossing her arms. "I don't want to."

"Then I can shower in your room," she said, patting her on the back. "Then we'll catch up proper, like old chums."

"No!" She whined, her breasts bouncing as she stomped her feet childishly. "I don't want to see you ever again, remember? I'm doing fine on my own!"

She looked away, frowning deeply.

"Of course you are, dear--you can tell me all about it over dinner. I'm buying, of course." She patted Carmel in the shoulder.

Dinner? Carmel hadn't eaten anything but crackers and salami for weeks.

"....burgers?" She asked.

"Anything you want," she said, patting Carmel on the head. "I'll pay for all of it, so be sure to eat as much as you like. I'll even drive us both to the restaurant, so we can sit down and have a nice meal."

"...I still don't like or need you," she insisted. "...okay?"

"Sure thing, sugarplum," she said insincerely, plaing with Carmel's hair. "Now show me your shower."

Carmel moved down the hallway to her hotel room, unlocking the door and letting Mrs. Priestly inside. Her clothes ere scattered about, and it was obvious she had spent more than one night in the hotel.

"I'll just...wait." She said, trying to look frowny and mean.

Priestly patted her twice--once on the butt, once on the bosom--and began unbuttoning her blouse even as she walked to the bathroom.

"You don't want to join me by any chance, do you?"

"No!" She shouted, shielding her eyes. "I'm straight!!!!!!"

"Really?" She asked, tossing her blouse to the floor. "I assure you I had no idea. How strange." She pulled off her pantyhose, tossing them nto the floor as well.

"It's true!" she insisted, trying not to think about the clothes that Mrs. Priestly was taking off. "I am, I promise."

"Then you can look," she chuckled. "If we're both just normal, average, straight girls, we don't have a problem, right? We can be naked around each other and it's no big deal."

"Oh," she hadn't thought about that. Mrs. Priestly had a point. She didn't like that point. Nervously, she moved her hands from her eyes and sat on them. She still refused to even look in Mrs. Priestly's general direction.

Mrs. Priestly, sensing her discomfort, walked over to her and began to massage her shoulders.

"You seem tense, Carmel--are you sure you don't want to join me? I can give you a massage under the hot water. It might help you relax."

"No!" she yelped, closing her eyes. "I'm fine!!"

"Then why are your eyes closed?" she chuckled, pinching her cheeks.

"I don't need your help!" she insisted, laying back on the bed and rolling onto her stomach. "Leave me alone!"

She slipped her hands underneath Carmel, grabbing her boobs.

"Come on, now, don't be such a killjoy!"

She shrieked, trying to roll away from her. She ended up on the floor, instead.

Priestly mysteriously ended up on top pf her.

"Come oooooooon, surely you need a bath now--it'll only take a minute! And then we can go get those burgers you wanted."