ONE

 

Victoria gazed over at the little hut, her face touched with a nasty smile. She could hardly wait for the stupid little blonde to come out wearing that swimming suit. What fun there would be once she found out the thing was sheer when it was wet.

Things were so boring here in Athens. Why her father couldn't have gotten himself appointed ambassador to some more interesting place, like England or France for instance, she simply couldn't imagine. She loathed Athens. It was crowded, dirty, and hot. The people were disgusting and the air was barely breathable.

She had been hoping to spend the summer on the French Riviera, but no, she had to stay in Greece, had to make believe they were all one big happy family for the stupid Greeks. As if her father wasn't screwing around behind her mother's back every other day, and vice versa.

One of the handsome sons of the German ambassador walked up and she straightened her shoulders, preening for his admiration. She was wearing a tiny little green bikini, more of a thong really, since it displayed almost all her lovely behind for anyone to see. She had a nice behind, she knew, so didn't mind showing it off.

The bikini was cut to accentuate her breasts, what there was of them. She was only a thirty two C, much to her chagrin. She seethed when she saw the way the men looked at the big breasted Swedish girl across from her, the stupid Milk maid!

As if tits were important! Her family were filthy rich, and had been for generations. Her great, great, great to the umpteenth grandfather had made a fortune in Asia running opium, then his sons and grandsons had been heavily involved in the slave trade.

The Humphrey family was one of the oldest and most respected in the United States. Their political connections were almost as rich as their bank accounts, and sometimes more valuable. She thought Daddy was a fool for wasting his time as some silly ambassador. Why didn't he just stay home in New York and make more money?

She looked over towards the changing huts again, waiting for the stupid little girl to finish changing and come out.

Meghan Thackery had been entrusted to her care, much to Victoria's utter disgust, when she and her father, the new military attaché, had been transferred here from Budapest. Victoria had taken an instant dislike to the girl. It wasn't just because of her huge, no doubt, plastic breasts either, she thought to herself.

The Thackerys were dirt common. The girl readily admitted that her grandfather had been nothing more than a common labourer! Her father had joined the Marines as a private and worked his way up the ladder to become a colonel. Why Victoria had been forced to associate herself with such riff raff was beyond her understanding.

Still, there were ample opportunities to make sport of the unsophisticated little brat. When Victoria was first introduced to the freckle faced, grinning girl, she'd been stunned. Meghan was wearing cut off jeans and a sweat shirt that had some beer company's logo on it. Her short hair was tangled around her head, with long bangs practically covering her eyes.

Yet despite her obvious lack of sophistication, Victoria had known she'd be popular with the locals simply because of her big breasts and golden blonde hair. The Greeks loved blondes. She'd been right of course. It irritated her to no end the way everyone pretended to like the stupid whore.

She was sure that was what Meghan was, of course. Someone with tits that big had to have lost her cherry practically before she had her period. Knowing her trashy family, her father had probably done it himself.

Meghan emerged from the hut finally, and Victoria's teeth gleamed as she saw the girl wearing the white one piece suit. She'd arranged for the last minute invite to come too late for the girl to bring her own suit, and then further arranged that the only suit that could possibly fit her in there was that one.

One of the things she'd found out early about Meghan was that she was ludicrously prudish. She wouldn't wear anything as fashionable as a net blouse, or a thong bathing suit. She wouldn't be seen on the topless or nude beaches, she wouldn't even let her lingerie be visible when they went to discos, or wear micro-minis.

It was probably because she was raised as an army brat, but Meghan was hopelessly old fashioned, Victoria thought. Victoria figured setting her up in that sheer when set bathing suit was the perfect giggle for a boring afternoon. She already had one of the Greek servants poised with a video camera to record things.

She exchanged an amused glance with Suzie Plumtree, the British Ambassador's daughter. This would be so amusing.

Meghan walked gingerly toward the crowd by the pool, a little bashful because of her lack of a tan and the way the bathing suit made her voluptuous figure so obvious. She'd often been teased about her body, and had never learned to be as careless about what others' thought of her as Victoria.

She admired Victoria for the girl's cool sophistication and savoir faire. She felt gauche and clumsy around the elegant, always perfectly dressed girl.

She rubbed her arms, her hands half folded protectively over her chest. She was always embarrassed when boys noticed her chest. They kind of scanned her briefly, then quickly did a double take and stared at her boobs.

A number of teenagers and young people were splashing around in the pool. She hovered near the edge, watching. It looked like fun, but she wasn't about to intrude. She hardly knew anyone here, after all.

Suddenly one of the boys motioned her in, yelling and laughing. She put her hand to her ear and shook her head to indicate she didn't understand. Another boy, actually a guy in his early twenties, she figured, reached for her and jumped into the pool, pulling her with him.

There was a huge splash and Meghan immediately got soaked from head to toe. The others were laugh and the man who'd pulled her in was thrown a beach ball. He tossed it to Meghan who caught it above her head and then tossed it across to another girl a dozen yards away.

Soon she was jumping around after the ball with the rest of them, having a terrific time. Meghan had always been an athletic girl and loved participating in sports.

She never looked down at herself, being too busy tracking the ball. Even if she had, she probably wouldn't have noticed how translucent her suit had become from looking straight down. To really be appreciated it had to be watched from a few feet away, as Victoria and Suzie were doing.

"God, she's got big melons." Suzie sniffed.

"Dumb little cow," Victoria growled.

"Doesn't even notice, does she?"

"I just hope Alex is getting good pictures."

"We should get her out of the water before someone points it out to her."

"Who would? You know these slutty Greeks, they probably think it's natural enough to walk around in something like that."

"They might comment. Look at the way Andre is looking at her."

"I suppose so." Victoria sighed.

"Oh Meghan," she called. "Could you come out here a moment dear?"

Meghan looked up and then back at the others in the pool. Victoria motioned her over and the girl reluctantly quit the game and waded through the water to the ladder, then climbed out and walked across to them.

"My, my," Suzie whispered, hiding a giggle. The suit didn't even possess the modesty of most of the kind, that is, it was sheer down in the crotch too. They could easily see the thin dark line of Meghan's tangled pubic hair.

Victoria noted the enormous size of the blonde girl's nipples, not only their diameter but their length. The big brown nipples had become hard and erect in the cold water. Her eyes narrowed jealously, thinking of her own tiny pink nubs.

More than a few others had noticed Meghan's suit. As Victoria had pointed out, it didn't cause the kind of stir it would have in conservative America, but Meghan's lush body made certain she received a good deal of attention, especially from the boys and young men around.

"You're hair's a mess dear," Suzie pointed out.

Meghan flushed. Her hands went up to her hair, emphasizing her breasts even more. They were so clearly visible; Victoria marvelled that Meghan hadn't noticed. Too bad there wasn't a mirror about, she thought.

That gave her a delightful idea. She remembered the mirrored walls just inside the front hall. Wouldn't the little dear simply die when she saw herself, she mused.

"Let's go inside for a few moments, Meghan. There's someone I wanted you to meet."

"Um... Do we have to right now, Victoria? I was kind of having fun."

"He's a very important man, my dear. We mustn't keep him waiting now, must we?"

"I guess. Shouldn't I put something on?"

She looked toward the changing huts, thinking of the robes there.

"Oh, don't bother," Suzie said. "We'll only be a moment."

"Yes, the party's spread throughout the house as well," Victoria added.

She led the two in through the wide open back doors and down the marble hallway, through the hordes of milling people. Many were dressed in bathing suits, having recently come in from the pool area.

They led her to the front part of the hall, decorated with many pants to soften the effects of the mirrored walls and chrome finishings.

"Now let's see. Where was Sir Randolph?" Victoria sighed, idly looking about.

"He was supposed to be here," Suzie remarked.

There were a dozen other people in the crowded little hall. In fact, there were so many that Meghan couldn't see her mirrored image because the view was blocked. Victoria stepped on someone's foot, shoving them away and pulling clearing a path. She continued to pretend to be looking around, while watching Meghan covertly.

Meghan was also looking around, even though she had no idea what this Randolph guy looked like. She turned and looked at the mirrored wall, checking on her hair. Then her eyes strayed downward, and opened wide. Her image was, for all intents and purposes, stark naked.

She stared for a moment, her eyes bulging, then she gasped in horror and clasped her arms tightly across her chest. She instantly pulled one down, cupping her crotch, trying to hide it. Her skin flushed a dark red, and she looked around, mortified.