A brief explanation about what this whole "sexual competition" is all about. At least from my point of view.
Bobbi sipped from her own beer while Janine surveyed the beach.
"So if one of these girls wants your...territory I guess? She can come challenge you?" Asked Bobbi.
"Thas right," said Janine.
"And if you accept the challenge, you two will have...sex?"
"Something like that," said Janine, scanning the girls strutting about.
"But its like, also a fight," said Bobbi. This glimpse into Janine's world was so strange.
"Pretty much," said Janine.
"And the winner gets the beach spot."
"Correct."
"So like...right here on the beach or...like do you exchange numbers or something?"
"If theres no one around? Yeah, sure, right here's fine. Usually we'll grab a room somewhere. We fuck, first girl to get dommed on loses. Winner gets the spot," said Janine, cracking open another beer.
"So just, any of these women could walk up and do that? Challenge you to a sexfight?"
Janine shrugged, "Kind of? I mean, only a woman who knew what that was would know to do it," she gestured to a very attractive girl laying on a towel not far away, "like thats a woman hanging out. Not a threat." She pointed to a mom playing with her kids in the sand, "same there. She doesnt even know its a thing to do. Probably never even heard of it. And thats fine, we're not competing for the same territory. She doesnt speak the language."
Bobbi pondered a moment, "Ok, so its like Lions arent competing with...uhh...meerkats for space. Whole nother world."
"Weird analogy, but yes," nodded Janine.
"Has this always been your spot?" Asked Bobbi.
"Pretty new actually," said Janine, "I fought some girl for it like...two months ago? Took it from her. And I took it from her cause some girl took my old spot from me."
"Peking order?" Asked Bobbi.
"Peking order," said Janine, and clinked their bottles together.
