The two women heaved for air, cursing their stupidity, wondering how they managed to survive.
Bea’s tank top was gone, along with her mounted camera. Sandrah’s was tore at a shoulder strap. Both their backpacks, with flares, and radios were gone – having been loosened, tore apart, flung off them in the chaotic wave attacks.
Sandrah opened her eyes, sitting up, Bea doing the same. “Are you ok?” Sandrah asked.
“My head is killing me,” Bea replied, blood dripping off her ear, chin, and nose.
“Yeah, my whole body is,” Sandrah said. She helped Bea to her feet, glancing at her huge breasts, covered by a bikini top.
“Lost your shirt.”
Bea giggled, staying upbeat given the situation, “Oops.”
“Looks like there’s cave over there,” Sandrah nodded toward a small watery cavern. There was light from the other side of the large outcrop shining through it.
The women, carefully climbed and stepped over rocks and puddles; mist from the crashing waves behind them.
They made their way through the small cavern, sliding through a narrow exit to the other side. Bea smiled, ignoring the pain moving her busted lips caused.
“There IS a lagoon here. Maybe a nice, young man too?” she tickled playfully at Sandrah’s side.
“Maybe,” Sandrah said, not smiling back.
Hugging a rock wall, they found themselves on top of another cliff – this one only 10 feet high with peaceful calm waters of a lagoon below them.
“Jump?” Bea asked.
“No, wait,” Sandrah said, taking in her surroundings. “I don’t want to make more mistakes.”
She surveyed the cove. The lagoon seemed deep enough to jump in, no rocks to break their legs or neck. It was surrounding by rock, a small waterfall, leading into it. There was no beach, so if the men were hiding nearby, they’d have to be up higher, out of the water.
The waterfall wasn’t large enough to hide in, and the only way out of the lagoon area was to climb a smaller cliff leading out of it – next to the waterfall.
Sandrah and Bea had no way to reach that exit point from their location. They had to jump, swim, and climb out to get back to the forest.
“Want to jump?” Sandrah asked Bea, after explaining the situation.
“Yes! Together?”
Sandrah shrugged, “Sure.”
Bea slid her arm around Sandrah’s waist; they counted to three and jumped off the 10-foot cliff into the warm lagoon.
It was a far more pleasant experience than falling off the huge cliff earlier. They splashed down and swam to the shallower end.
Sandrah turned around, pulling the tie out of her disheveled ponytail, running her hands through her dark hair. She looked for Bea, not yet seeing her.
A moment later she, too, emerged from below the water’s surface. Sandrah’s eyes widened, and then quickly looked away. “Um, your bikini top.”
“Oh!” Bianca exclaimed; her tiny top had been pushed to the side, her breasts exposed. “Thanks,” she giggled, fixing her top.
They made their way to the falls, Sandrah leading the way. “Up here!” she yelled over the loud water. She extended her hand for Bea, pulling her along.
“I think we should be fine if we climb up this small cliff. Think you can do it?” Sandrah asked Bea over the noise.
“Yes! You go first! I’ll watch what you do for footing!” Bea yelled back.
Sandrah took her time, placing her feet carefully, pulling herself up. The cliff wasn’t extremely steep, but she still had to be careful as the rocks were very slippery from the waterfall.
Sandrah’s eyes shot open feeling Bea’s hands on her ass. “What is she doing?” she thought.
Looking down, she saw Bea smiling, nodding her head for encouragement. “Whatever,” Sandrah said, the loud, rushing water hiding the sound of her voice.
Bea pushed Sandrah up, then followed closely behind her, mimicking her climbing. It took a several minutes of careful climbing, but they made it up the slippery cliff.
They stood next to the flowing creek, looking over the lagoon below them.
“I guess we’re still playing?” Bea asked.
Sandrah shrugged. “The tip said we’d find a guy near water. They like to hide down here.”
Bea shrugged. “Worth a shot to head into the jungle and find another beach area.”
“We have to be careful of cliffs though,” Sandrah advised.
“Yep,” Bea smiled and suddenly pushed Sandrah off the small cliff they were standing on. She watched her land in the water, quickly emerging, glaring up at Bea.
“Sorry!” Bea called out. “I want win the first place prize! You have a nice ass, by the way! Bye!”
“Ahhh!” Sandrah angrily punched the water, cursing Bea and herself. Sandrah thought they could’ve worked together, maybe helped each other hunt a man.
She watched Bea disappear into the jungle and swam toward the cliff to make the climb yet again.
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“These clouds are coming in fast,” the staffer said.
“It’ll be fine,” the executive producer said in the control room in a large RV. There were monitors and other equipment used for observing the footage the women obtained while hunting.
“Look, these two are out. Nothing is coming through their feed.”
“Could be a malfunction with their cameras. We’ll figure it out. We still have helicopters out there,” the producer said.
“The wind speed though, we need to bring them in and – ”
“No!” the executive yelled. “We are not bringing them in yet.”
“But – ”
“Listen, we both know the piece of shit show won’t make it to a third season. If we have some drama, some scary weather, it may make for some exciting television. We bring the helicopters and contestants in only if we absolutely need to. Some rain, wind, a little thunder and lightning won’t be a problem.”
His underling nodded, nervously glancing at radar imagery of a huge storming approaching.
-5-
After Sandrah made the climb out of the lagoon, she ran off into the jungle in the direction she thought Bea headed. About 30 minutes later, tired, wet, sore, things got worse for Sandrah. She hadn’t noticed how cloudy it was above her, laser focused on catching up to Bea and trying to salvage the disaster this experience had become. She kept pushing herself, through the thick foliage, wondering how she hadn’t caught up to Bea yet. Bea was in fairly good shape, though not as toned as Sandrah. She joked, trying to make light of the situation that perhaps Bea’s tits would slow her down. Apparently, they didn’t.
Crossing streams, ducking and diving by large, low hanging vines and limbs, Sandrah finally took a break to catch her breath. Leaning against a large tree trunk, she saw a small snake slither along a branch a few feet away.
“Great, this is great,” Sandrah thought. “I shouldn’t have veered from the path.”
Things got worse when lightning struck high above her followed by deafening thunder. Sandrah held her ears as the sky unloaded a torrential downpour upon her.
“Great!” she yelled over the pouring rain.
Avoiding the snake, pushing her way through the foliage she kept going. Sandrah had trouble moving through the jungle, now far more than ever with the rain hindering her. It beat her down, like a solid wall of water. Lightning struck all around her. Thunder sounding like bombs exploding. Then the wind arrived. She didn’t notice a slight breeze before the rain, but now the wind was holding her back just as much as the rain. She wondered if it was a hurricane, but wasn’t sure, there were no weather reports indicating a severe storm was on the way.