Previous Chapter: Her Only Fan, Pt. 2
Danni and Anna relaxed one evening on Danni’s couch, sipping, of all things, champagne. Danni was grinning. She watched Anna watch the tiny bubbles rise in the narrow flute.
“What’s all this for?” Anna asked, still mesmerized. “You’re not one for popping open the ‘bubbly.’”
Danni’s chest fluttered as she had been ready to pay back her friend for such support.
“Well, I have a surprise,” Danni said.
As she anticipated, the statement drew Anna’s attention from the golden wine. “A surprise?”
Danni set aside her drink. She held back her response a moment to keep her friend intrigued.
Anna raised her chin, waiting for it.
“Remember I told you that I began ‘Kelli Tois’ to get money for a trip to Hawaii?”
Anna nodded slowly. She looked unsure yet expectant of Danni’s surprise.
“Anna, I want to take you to Hawaii with me.”
Danni felt Anna scan her face and her eyes to determine if she was telling the truth.
Anna set down her glass on the end table next to the arm of the couch. “You seriously want to take me to Hawaii?”
“Yes, of course,” Danni said. “You have helped me so much. I can’t be more grateful for everything.”
Anna slapped her knees in excitement. “Hawaii. Wow. I’ve never been, but… just wow!”
“Imagine me and you on the beach. Watching the sunset over the water. The weather, and the men in Hawaiian shirts bringing us cocktails.” She exhaled and then grinned at her close friend.
Anna shifted to the edge of the couch. “Sounds amazing. But money.”
“Money? Your ass—oh Anna, your ass!—is paying for half the trip.”
Anna pivoted into anger at Danni’s statement. She shook her head and narrowed her eyes.
“You want to ‘take’ me, huh? And now I’m paying. You are infuriating. You didn’t say I had to pay. You always have a catch. I don’t have the money to—”
Danni patted Anna’s knee. This was how her friend thought: Appropriately quick to judgment.
“No, no, Anna. I meant that so much of this money came because of ‘Anna Banana’ on my channel!” Danni laughed at Anna’s reaction. She was too easy to tease.
Anna eased back into the corner of the couch. She lifted her flute but didn’t sip.
“Anna, you’re as big as me.”
“I know.” She thwaped the side of her thigh.
Danni tsked. “I didn’t mean that. I meant that you have stood in for me during the investigation, and even before then, you were a guest with ‘Kelli Tois’. I owe you so much. And I want to pay you back. Not just say thank-you but to show you my thank-you.”
Moments later, the two women were holding hands and jumping excitedly at the notion of a getaway into the middle of the Pacific Ocean.
Danni didn’t give Anna too long to get ready. Three weeks later, they were relaxed on long, lounge chairs. They sat under tall palm trees that swayed in the warm breeze. And the two women were hypnotized by the never-ending crash of the waves.
Somewhere far away from them, playful kids chirped and splashed in one of the many pools, but Danni and Anna were in the secluded, adults-only pool.
Danni sipped a sweet Blue Hawaii, and Anna enjoyed a Lava Flow cocktail.
Without moving, Danni said languidly, “The surfer who gives lessons here gave me some info.”
Anna didn’t move either. “And what is that?”
“He could take us to a very secluded beach. Just the three of us.”
Anna gave a half-hearted laugh. “I’m content right here. This is secluded enough for me.”
Anna slurped the last bit of the coconut cream of her Lava Flow.
“I don’t want to go alone with him. I wouldn’t feel, you know, comfortable. I need you there with me—for support and some protection.”
“Danni, you’re in law enforcement. You don’t need me,” Anna said.
As a sheriff’s deputy, Danni knew she had proved she was tough, but nothing could make an afternoon on a secluded beach more comfortable than a friend lending support.
Anna lazily flung her arm as she said, “Haven’t you been trained in, what, wrestling and self-defense and Kung Fu?”
“Self-defense, yes.” She resettled herself on the chair. “But I only watch WWE, and me and you saw that movie Fight Club one time. I still want you there.”
“You know I paid for half of this trip,” Anna said. “I get to say ‘no’ if I want to.”
“Speaking of your ass…” Danni’s voice trailed off. She pulled the triangle of pineapple off the rim of her cocktail glass and bit it.
“Before you say anything—” Anna spread her legs to each side of the chair and heaved herself upright. “I’m getting another drink. Want anything?”
“We have a waiter who is checking on us. So, there’s no reason to go to the bar.”
Anna rewrapped a lengthy covering around her body.
“I’ll be back.”
“Just showing off your ‘Anna Banana’ style to everyone here?”
Danni liked to tease Anna about her style and who she was. Danni had realized recently that she had grown up with brothers but had been around rowdy men in the department for years. They were rubbing off on her.
Anna pulled the knot on her covering. “You talk a lot when you drink.”
Anna walked away.
Danni hollered toward the woman. “You’re showing a little cleavage. Be careful. And one more thing: You’re coming with me tomorrow. I don’t care what you say.”
And Danni didn’t back down. The next afternoon, she took Anna to a roadside group of food trucks and outside grills. They both were ready to try native foods and Hawaiian takes on familiar cuisines. The smoky smell of roasted ribs and spicy chicken and freshly boiled shrimp. Anna had several haupia, a type of coconut pudding.
The pair sat at the rough picnic table and watched the hungry birds waddle at their feet and the cocky chickens strutting around the trees and worn pathways among the food trucks.
Danni was becoming bored as Anna nibbled on the sweets, so she decided it was time to be Kelli Tois for just a few minutes.
She darted her eyes side to side to get a read on the scene.
“What to do next,” Danni said as if this was a new thought.
“I don’t know. Back to the pool?” Anna dropped another square of haupia into her mouth.
“Take this.” Danni slid her phone across the table to Anna.
Anna took the phone and noticed Danni shifting. “What do you— What are you—”
“Shh!” Danni giggled. “Hit record when I say.”
“What am I recording?”
“Hit record,” Danni said. In a brief second she became the intriguing and bold Kelli Tois.
“Hey, boys. Kelli Tois here, I’m—”
“Kelli Tois?” Anna interrupted. “What are you doing?”
“A quick update video. It’s content.”
“Here?” Anna glanced this way and that. “What are you thinking? There are people all over. Even birds.”
“I know—even cocks.”
Anna looked confused, even somewhat put off by Danni’s comment.
“Cocks, the roosters.” Danni shook her head. “You think so low of me.”
“No, you have bad humor.”
“It’s ‘Kelli Tois’ humor. So here’s what I want for the camera. Put it close to your chest. I will talk for a moment, then will point down. Lower the camera at a slow, steady pace until it’s in your lap.”
“I’m not a videographer,” Anna warned. “I won’t do it well.”
Danni exhaled her frustration with this part of Anna. She continually cut herself down.
“You’re all I’ve got, so do it.”
Danni closed her eyes, put on a new persona, and then opened them. She looked at the camera that Anna held before her large breasts. The phone blocked her cleavage.
“Hi there, boys. Kelli Tois checking in. I’ve escaped for a few weeks. You can guess where I am. Pan the camera.”
Silently, Anna moved it to the left and then the right.
“Leave comments on where you think I am. This place is made for Kelli Tois. Very little clothing necessary, sunny days and hot nights. What’s hotter is—guess who ‘came’ with me?” She winked at the camera. “You’ve seen her. Wait till you see her in a tiny bikini. I mean it barely holds her in. Her top cannot contain her. And her ass—Wow! The men here have—”
Anna interrupted Kelli Tois’s speech.
“You’re mentioning me! And my swimsuit is too small? I wear my covering when I go places. But next time tell me if my boobs are about to fall out.”
Danni cocked her head to the side. “Anna, let me do this.”
“Okay, okay. But I’d like some forewarning about me.”
Danni closed her eyes again, becoming Kelli Tois once more, and then opened them brightly.
“You’ve met her before. Several times. I cannot believe how much you love her. But you had better get her attention with comments and gifts or all the men here will have her first.”
Kelli Tois glanced side to side with a sinister look. “But I have a quick surprise for you. Look down.”
Danni pointed down, and Anna lowered the camera until it was between her thighs. The phone recorded, under the table, Danni with her legs spread wide.
She had no panties on underneath her short skirt. She began to massage her bared pussy. She pulled her labia and further spread open her lips until her pinkness was visible. The touches felt so good, swirling a warm goodness across her body, but doing this in public added more excitement, which added an extra rush. She rubbed in earnest and then pushed in two fingers for a moment. A moment later, she was massaging her clit with small circles.
Above the table, Kelli Tois’s eyes were closed in pleasure and her mouth was slightly open. She opened her eyes and gave Anna a look. Anna slowly raised the phone, still recording.
“I hope that helps turn you on. I need to do more business, but it will have to be done in the hotel room or … maybe at a secluded beach. Like the idea? Tell me. Thanks, guys.”
Danni became herself again and Anna ended the recording.
“A few edits and I’ve got another video to upload.”
“I can’t believe you did that. No underwear on! When did you take—Did you wear any today?”
“Shhh! No loud talking. It’s all in good fun. You ready to go?”
“Yes. We need to leave now after that. I don’t want to bail you out of jail for indecent—” Anna’s voice cracked. Her eyes glanced around as if she was an accomplice to a felon on the run.
Danni, however, was relaxed and pleased. She loved this quiet, public exposure. “Have that last of your dessert before we go.”
Anna waved off the suggestion. “I’m not hungry anymore. Let’s go please.”
“How about that beach?” Danni asked. “A quick recording there. The surfer told me where it is. I didn’t invite him, so you wouldn’t feel uncomfortable.”
“Thank you.”
“I try to think of you—when I can.” Danni laughed. Anna only snickered.
“Cover yourself before you get up,” Anna reminded.
With the jeep’s windows down and the top off, Danni drove fast down the rough roadway. She felt a tap on her arm. She heard Anna shouting into the wild wind.
“I can’t believe you told the world that my swimsuit doesn’t fit me. I need to stop by a store.”
“No, Anna,” Danni said over the wind.
They came to a stoplight.
“I was saying that for Kelli Tois’s viewers,” she said. “It, well, intrigues them. It makes them wonder and wonder fondly. So there’s no store right now. To the beach we go!” Danni cheered, as if a proud soldier, and jolted the jeep forward, stepping on the gas pedal.
Soon Danni pulled to the side of the road and turned off the jeep. She led Anna through thick branches and over a web of vines and roots covering the sandy ground. Then came into view the blue waters and the white beach. The pair were grounded to the sand for a moment in the beauty and seclusion.
But, always moving, Danni began her work.
“Do you want to go in the water first, or me?” she asked.
“Why not together?” Anna walked from the grainy, dry sand to the brown, wet sand.
“I forgot the tripod, so one of us needs to hold the phone to record. It can’t get wet.”
Anna exhaled. “I’ve never seen Kelli Tois work so hard. I’ll record you.”
“Oh, she’s a hard worker, really, really hard.” Danni ran down the beach, flinging up sand behind each step, and gladly fell into the first big wave. The water was cool, and her body reacted with shrinking nipples and shivering arms. The ocean washed the day’s heat off her neck and shoulders.
She rose from the water, standing only knee-high. She smoothed her hair against her head and flipped her hair over her shoulders.
She waved to Anna, who was on the beach. She was holding the phone. Danni hoped she was actually recording.
Without preparing, a large wave crashed against Danni, knocking her forward, like a young girl. The oncoming waves crested just behind her and then toppled over her and not giving her an easy chance to regain her feet. When she could finally stand, she realized her bikini top dangled around her waist.
She naturally covered her large, naked breasts, as Danni, but then, as Kelli Tois, she hoisted each one individually, as if she was juggling. She swung them side to side and then jumped to let the globes bounce. Another wave knocked her down and smothered her.
Getting to her knees, with water as high as her bellybutton, Danni called to Anna.
“Come here. Closer for the video!” She waved to her friend.
Anna stepped daintily as the water rushed over her ankles.
“Don’t be afraid. It’s not going to—” A wave tumbled over Danni, pushing her under.
She reappeared in shallow water a few feet from Anna. Instead of standing, she lay there, modeling and using the water as means of taunting and teasing the future viewers. She let her breasts droop to just above the Pacific waters. She let the ancient ocean lick the tips of her nipples. She lifted her ass to show that the water had shoved her bikini bottoms into her ass. She shook her butt, splashing the foamy waters.
Drenched and tired, Danni trudged from the water, tying her bikini top to cover her boobs.
“Your turn,” Danni told to Anna. “I want to see your ass bouncing in the water.”
“But…”
“Anna, no one’s here. It’ll be two minutes.”
Anna shed her long covering on the dry sand and shuffled to the water.
Danni was already recording. She was shooting a close-up of Anna Banana’s jiggly ass. With each step, the flesh shimmied from her thighs upward. As Anna glanced back, Danni liked how Anna’s breasts strained her bikini top.
“Be ‘Anna Banana’ now. Have fun!” Danni called over the loud crashes.
Anna Banana was knee deep when she first splashed handfuls of water over her shoulders and onto her arms. She then came to the hard-hitting waves.
She turned her back to an unexpectedly large wave. It covered her easily and brought down the sturdy woman. She stood with her bikini top off kilter, leaving her enormous tits uncovered and with no support. Danni couldn’t help laughing when she noticed, before Anna Banana did, that her bottoms were missing.
Kelli Tois began her commentary.
“Guys, Anna Banana lost her bottoms! She needs my help. Let’s go help her.” She laughed. “One more thing before I get there. No woman could have such great luck as me getting to watch her live.” She laughed again.
Danni walked to the water, keeping a steady camera as she went.
“Anna Banana, did the Pacific ask for your bottoms?” Kelli Tois asked.
“No! It stole them from me,” Anna Banana shouted back over the loud waves, and flung water to the ocean, like a playful toddler who didn’t care.
“We’re glad it stole them. Now show us that Banana ass!”
Anna Banana bent over and twirled her hands in the water. Then she reached back and spread open her wide ass cheeks. When she let go, the two masses clashed, sending ripples along the flesh of her thighs. She did it again: spreading her ass and then letting the cheeks smash against the other.
“That is why you love Anna Banana, isn’t it, guys? Who could make the world rumble? I’m big, to be sure. I can rattle some buildings with my ass claps. But Anna Banana can shake the world—trigger seismographs. That’s why I love her on this Kelli Tois channel. I won’t let her go.”
Danni was shocked next. Anna Banana began to twerk her giant ass. Her flesh shook everywhere. Flinging flabby flesh up and down. A torrent of movement.
Kelli Tois zoomed in.
“This, guys, is once in a lifetime—a rare moment. I have never seen Anna Banana twerk before! I bet we could hear that ass claps if it wasn’t for the waves.”
Soon, Anna Banana was jumping in the water. Danni strained her neck as she watched. Her friend’s oversized titties flapped up, nearly hitting Anna Banana’s chin, and smacked down on her stomach. Anna Banana made her ass bounce and wiggle. Though Danni only saw her backside, the huge tits were visible as they moved crazily, like maniacs running free after being locked up in tortuous tight bindings.
Next, Danni had Anna Banana lay in the shallow water. Standing directly over her, Danni watched the water rushed between her legs and into Anna Banana’s ass and then wash out, leaving bare much of the hills of flesh.
In the midst of the recording and fun, a man in a uniform appeared from among the trees.
“Ladies,” he hollered to get their attention.
The two women—Danni and Anna—paused in motion. Anna, laying down with the water washing through her ass and as far as her lower back. Danni, standing ankle deep in water in a tiny bikini filming her friend.
“That your jeep on the side of the road?” He pointed back with his thumb.
Danni, who was more appropriately covered, walked to the officer.
“Yes, it is. Is something wrong?”
“It’s parked illegally. I’ll ticket the jeep if it isn’t moved in the next ten minutes.” He picked up Anna’s long covering from the sand.
“Sure, officer. I can do that. We were just about to leave too, so it all worked out,” Danni said.
Anna didn’t move from laying in the foamy water and being run over with waves.
“Your friend coming too or are you going to leave her behind?” he asked Danni.
“Her behind,” Danni said under her breath. “No, officer, she’s getting out of the water. Just a little shy.”
“I saw her. She wasn’t shy a few minutes ago, dancing in the water and you recording her.”
He called to Anna and waved her in. “Let’s go, ma’am!”
“Um, how much did you, uh, see of us?” Danni asked, awkwardly.
“Plenty,” he said. “Is this for fun? Hope you don’t use it to exploit your friend there.”
“Never. She’s a webcam celeb.”
“Webcam, eh?” He stared closer at the woman, who was still laying in the water.
“Yeah, ever heard of Anna Banana?”
“No,” he said flatly.
“Anna Banana, come up here!” Danni called.
Anna stood. The water slid down her curvy body—from the ends of her nipples and dripping from her lovely bush and dark hair.
She confidently strode up the beach. Danni knew she was Anna Banana, when she should have walked as innocent Anna.
“So this is the surfer teacher you who told you about this beach? You said he wasn’t coming.”
She tapped his badge. “As a Hawaiian guy, do you like big girls, like me and her. The ones with big tits.” She lifted hers as examples and mashed them together.
“Anna, he actually is law enforcement. Not the surfer.”
Anna dropped her tits and threw her arms around her nudity. “Oh god! Save me.”
Danni turned to the uniformed officer. “Sorry, she didn’t know. She was thinking… um…”
He looked at all of Anna and then handed her the long covering. “Put this on. Might be best when you’re in public.”
She wrapped the thin fabric around her body, all while apologizing to the officer. “I didn’t… I just… She doesn’t…” Her voice cracked and she stopped.
“I don’t typically see webcam celebrities on the beach. More just couples wanting to be crazy in Hawaii.”
Danni felt Anna’s glare when the officer mentioned “webcam celebrities.” Danni knew she was going to hear about it later.
The officer guided the women from the beach.
That evening, Danni was lounged on the balcony of their room, sipping a coolie.
“I didn’t mean for that to happen. How was I supposed to know that was illegal parking? Cars are parked on the side of the road all over the place.” Danni took a long drink.
Anna rested her forearms on the iron railing, as she watched the ocean’s waves roll ashore.
“Either way—I was completely mortified. Squeezing my breasts like that in front of the policeman.”
The breeze rushed through Anna’s hair. Danni wished Anna would look at her. She feared she had done too much with Anna for Kelli Tois.
“Don’t forget about having me no pants on,” Danni added lightly. She wished she hadn’t said it, although the joke was supposed to ease the mood. It backfired.
“You make me sick,” Anna snarled. “It’s the one time you had on clothes. And me, uh!” Anna stuck her finger in her mouth, mocking a gagging.
Danni felt bad that Anna had been caught in that situation. Yet humorous, yes. Danni liked seeing Anna squeeze her tits in front of that man. She had never seen Anna do that. She only went solo as Danni had seen on videos.
“Here’s my prediction.” Danni stood up. “He’ll be watching ‘Anna Banana’ online soon. I will watch for him to subscribe.”
“Why would he? He’s seen the whole show already. What’s the point?”
Danni leaned on the railing next to Anna.
“Guys don’t think that way. Think about it. Why do sports channels replay games, some games played decades ago? All because men want to see it again.”
“Unless it was really, really bad.”
“No, they will rewatch a game, even if their team loses. Trust me.” Danni slurped the last of her drink and set the cup on the balcony floor by her lounge chair. “And you didn’t get a chance to see how that officer looked at you—up and down—before handing over your covering. He liked what he saw.”
Danni slapped Anna’s round ass.
“One more video, Anna, and Kelli Tois is done for now.”
Anna didn’t look at her. “Do what you’re going to do. I’ll stay out here.”
“I’d like to do it out here.”
“Then I’ll go inside.” Anna’s head drooped to rest on her hands on the rail.
To Danni, she looked tired and sad and frustrated and overall having a bad day. Danni felt for her friend. She had tried to make the trip exciting and mostly relaxing. Kelli Tois needed to work though and this was the place.
Anna went inside. Danni waited for the reaction of her friend.
“Danni! What are these?”
Right on time. Danni smiled broadly.
“Bananas.” Danni leaned her back on the sun-warmed railing, hands spread wide.
“There are, like, fifty bananas on my bed! Where do you get these stupid notions?”
Danni stepped to the sliding glass door.
“Since you’re a part of Kelli Tois, you need a tiny icon and some photos for the site.”
Anna grabbed a yellow banana that had green tips. She picked up another—ripe yellow.
“Anna, I have never seen you holding a banana and not two at once.” Danni grinned and then stepped to her friend.
Anna looked back flatly. She broke into a silly smile. They hugged.
“Can I take some pictures of you—as Anna Banana—with some bananas?”
“I have two already.”
“Well, start playing sexy.” Danni grabbed her phone to capture images.
Anna stroked a banana and playing.
Danni loved what she was capturing.
“Yes, get that cock. Do it good,” Danni encouraged.
Anna tugged off her shirt.
She pulled back the yellow peel. She slid the very tip of her tongue along the length of the fruit and then down again. She massaged the tip of the fruit against her tongue.
Danni felt a swell inside while watching Anna Banana play. It was a familiar warmth.
Anna then pushed the fruit deep into her mouth. She gave it a blowjob. She took a second banana, peeled it and put two into her mouth. She then chomped the smooth, sweet banana. She fell back laughing. Danni laughed too, but there was something more serious happening inside of her. This wasn’t fun.
Anna unlatched her bra and tossed it aside. Her large breasts settled nearly to her lap.
She scooped up her giant tits and wrapped her arms around herself to balloon them. She then slid a banana between them, acting as if it was a lengthy dick. She let her head fall back as she moved the banana up and down.
Danni patted her forehead. She gave Anna Banana a wearied grin.
“What’s wrong?” Anna asked.
“Nothing. You did great. Wow! Better than great.”
Anna smiled and bounced happily at the comment. “What next?”
“Underwear off.”
“I know.” Anna bounced her eyebrows.
She slipped off her panties. She grabbed a banana and put it between her thighs.
Danni came close with the camera. She handed Anna several more bananas. “Lay back, spread your legs, and put them all over you.”
Anna Banana situated a smaller banana, so it was on her pussy.
Danni was keeping her feelings buried but had to admit she liked these poses.
“Wow, Ms. Banana, you are amazing. Imagine these are all men’s dicks and they all want you and are already hard at just the thought.”
Anna moved that one special banana along her outer folds.
Danni reached over Anna and grabbed a banana. She handed it to Anna.
“Oh, my! This is a…”
“Use… it.” Danni had to force the word between short breaths.
Anna muscled the yellow, banana dildo into her cunt. She grunted, as her eyes bulged.
“God, that is good.” She put both hands on the dildo to speed up and deepen the penetration.
“Keep going. This is perfect. Yes, yes,” Danni said.
She moved her camera to an extreme close-up of Anna’s juicy pussy.
Danni reached forward but stopped before touching.
“Guys,” she said, with a raspy voice, “I am inches from Anna Banana’s pussy. I can hear how wet she is. Listen.”
As Anna Banana’s heels were on the edge of the mattress, Danni put the camera between Anna’s legs, so Kelli Tois subscribers would get same the sensation that she was getting.
“I can’t handle this. I can’t. I gotta…”
Danni set the phone upright and settled on the floor. Her head was at Anna Banana’s feet. While in-screen, she fingered her own drenched pussy. She soon was grunting and hissing. Two fingers did their work so well because she was already sopping wet.
Anna Banana released a low growl before jamming the banana dildo so deep into her pussy and lifted her large ass off the mattress in her wild climax.
Hearing it, Danni hit her point of pleasure too. She sped her fingers and an instant whisk across her clit launched a torrent of mean ocean waves across her body.
Anna’s growls continued and became harsh but eased in time. Danni was on her back, her chest rising and lowering, as she recovered.
The pair didn’t talk for a while. They each let their joy settle in silence, trying to keep it as long as possible before it escaped as always.
Several weeks later, the videos were posted on Kelli Tois’s channel.
Among the hundreds of comments Danni shared one specifically with Anna.
“Anna Banana knows when she’s knee deep in the ocean and has earned her own badge. I will offer her mine.”
“So you think it’s him?” Anna asked.
“Not a doubt.”
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