The Sun beat down on the boardwalk, as Tony took a rest at a beach bar. The shade of the nearby palms, made it the most relaxing place to enjoy the scenery. He smiled as the waitress brought him a top-up, glad his gaze was hidden behind the sunglasses. He wasn't proud of how quickly his eyes dropped to that scrumptious cleavage, but it was rather well-displayed, and she was clearly proud of her body.
Raising the tall glass, in a salute and as a thank you, he silently toasted her. The view as she walked away was just as delightful, her plump perfect ass barely contained by the cut-off jeans looked teasingly on the verge of surrendering to the rigours of holding her joyously swaying, and rippling ass cheeks, or hold tight to those incredible thighs.
Raising the glass up, the fruity aroma reached his nose, and he inhaled it's icy refeshment deep into his lungs. It felt as good slipping down his throat as it had smelled. Closing his eyes, he concentrated on enjoying the different flavours of his smoothie.
Tony's calm was shattered as the words of the weird chick came back to haunt and annoy him. Looking around, he saw the juice bar was staffed entirely by women... Women in bikini's with only the loosest, and thinnest of wraps around their hips giving faint service to the idea they were clothed and working, rather than lazing by the beach.
They were teasing the customers, at least the men. As your server bent from the waist to wipe clean a nearby table. The spluttering choke from a nearby table assured Tony, that she wasn't focused on teasing him.
A flash caught Tony's attention, and he spotted a police officer talking to a driver. A woman driver.... A woman driver in a bikini top. His anger grew as she twirled her hair around one extended finger, nervously bit her lip, and did everything she could to distract and tease the officer. Everything she could get away with that wasn't asking for his phone number, and openly offering to blow the officer. But the way she was working those lips, that thought was clearly inside her head.
"Chicks have it easy." The words were barely a whisper, his mouth wrapped around the straw. They were barely coherent.
"Still denying your jealousy?" A familiar voice startled Tony into spluttering his smoothie. The weird chick had rejoined him, and was sitting at the table.
"Well I can solve your jealousy?" Theatrically, she raised her hand, fingers poised to be snapped. As they passed in front of the Sun, Tony was momentarily blinded, and blinking, he heard the -Snap- rather than felt it.
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