Lola's day job was, in her words a drag, it paid the bills but offered no excitement. in her spare time she performed as a burlesque dancer, it gave her the ability to show people who she really was. Above all, burlesque gave her the freedom to express herself. Her day job seemed never ending and despite Covid restrictions she was keen to get some sun on her pale skin. Being a red head she was naturally pale but she loved the sun and a trip away would be the thing she needed to ease the boredom of the 9 to 5. Lola spent her spare time dancing with her burlesque troupe and when she wasn't dancing she was looking for a holiday. Then she found it, a week, in a hotel in Cyprus. She was going to travel on her own, it would be the first time and who knows what the week would hold. All Lola was aiming for was days of hot sun and anything else was a bonus.
In not time at all it was the day of her flight and Lola was leaving drudgery behind for some well needed sun. The flight was painless, well except for a drunk father who had sat next to Lola and who was busy trying to chat her up. Now Lola liked attention but the guy smelt of booze, too many cigarettes and besides which his wife was giving Lola the evils as if it was her fault the guy was talking to her. No sooner had they touched down than Lola was into the airport, collecting her bags and off to the hotel in a taxi. As it pulled away she turned round to see the man who had been sat next to her being berated by his wife who had finally worked out what had been going on.
The hotel was just what she needed, small but, in her words, perfectly formed! The white painted building stood proud against the clear blue sky whilst the sun beat down. She walked to reception and booked in, her room was on the second floor with just another room to the right of it. Whilst she unpacked Lola heard the sound of the door to the room next to hers opening and closing. Then the muffled sounds of two men talking. She headed for the shower to rinse herself off after the journey and then sat outside in her favourite pale yellow bikini.
While she was sat on her balcony she heard the balcony door slide open next door and the sound of the two men - both English given their accents. Lola couldn't see them as the balcony had a wall at either end which was about 6 feet in height with a gap of about 2-3 feet before the roof. She could hear the men messing about and thought nothing more of it. As she sat watching the pool which was below her she heard a slap and a soaking wet pair of black swim shorts landed on her balcony.
Lola sat bolt upright on her chair as a head poked itself round the side of the balcony wall.
"Ooops, sorry, didn't think anyone was in this room."
"It's not a problem, I guess you'll want them back?"
"Er, yes, not unless you fancy wearing them?"
"Not my size and not my style."
Lola then laughed as she got up and got the swim shorts which she handed back to the guy. he took them back and looked at her, smiling cheekily. He was possibly a few years older than her with dark hair and bright blue eyes and a cheeky smile.
"I'm Tom, my mate is Rob and this is our last day before we go home tomorrow."
"Nice to meet you Tom, I'm Lola, day one for me so I'm here for a week."
"Cool, you'll love it. You on your own or with your boyfriend, husband or girlfriend."
"I'm on my own thank you, now, if you don't mind I need to get ready for the evening meal."
"Ok, enjoy!"
