It was another hot summer day. The August sun was shining high in a cloudless blue sky. They sat together at The Blue Note Café overlooking the ocean. She wore a light blue dress. Her blonde curly hair was hanging loosely down to her tanned shoulders. His mind was busy listening to her while planning his new conquest.
'We simply cannot live without sex. It's a basic need!' she argued.
'Don't be silly, of course we can. We cannot reproduce maybe, but we can survive.'
'Not without going crazy and forfeiting all other survival instincts,' she countered.
'Sex is a want, not a need.'
'It's definitely a need.'
'I could go on forever without sex and living a long and happy life.'
At that she narrowed her eyes. 'Sure,' she said ironically, 'you'd fall to temptation anytime. I haven't seen you without having sex with some random chick for more than two days in a row.'
'I could resist them if I wanted to,' he answered defensively.
'Just like you resisted the other women you cheated your girlfriends with?'
'I was just having fun - that's all.'
She gave a mocking laugh. 'Bullshit.'
'You know I'm right - I can prove it anytime.'
'How?'
'I don't know... I could decide to have no sex for one whole week, just because I choose to.'
'One week?,' she asked with a smile, while looking at him incredulously. 'I can break you in less than a day.'
He chuckled. 'You're awfully sure of yourself.' He lustfully gazed at her blue eyes, her glossy lips, her neckline... and couldn't resist a fleeting look at her décolletage. 'I accept the challenge,' he said, as he narrowed his eyes at her. 'What do you want me to do?'
She kept silent for a while before answering. She enjoyed watching him get excited and relished the way he was looking at her. 'You'll come to my beach house and be my slave for twenty-four hours. You'll do everything as I say.'
His eyes suddenly widened, but he smiled, trying to keep his cool. 'So you'll tease the shit out of me, right? What if I resist you?'
'Then I'll humbly accept being wrong about you and mankind and... you'll get to do with me what you want, as long as you want.'
His lips put on a smirk. 'And if I loose?'
'Then I'll do with you whatever I want... as long as I want,' she said and licked her lips, while looking at him in the eye. Letting the sandal fall to the floor, she then gently rubbed her foot between his legs.
He tried to smile approvingly, though his breathing deepened as he noticed his penis slowly growing firm. 'I look forward to playing with you once you are done... So, deal.'
Her foot slipped back into her sandal. She looked at him knowingly and kept silent while slurping her Blue Curaçao cocktail drink.
At noon the next day, the temperatures seemed to have risen considerably, as he was sweating profusely while waiting for her in front of the same café. She arrived in her Beetle, recently painted in Egyptian blue, to pick him up. The beach-house was a few miles away from town. To reach it, she had to drive through the streets along the picturesque little houses that were huddled together, and finally through a little forest before closing on the beach. She kept silent while driving, which made him feel somewhat uncomfortable, as he was already nervous anticipating the next moments upon arrival at her place.
'So I see you like the color blue... blue car with blue seats, blue bikini, blue sandals...' he said in an attempt to appear casual.
'Yes,' she curtly replied. A little smile was drawn across her face. He admired the contrast between the blizzard blue bikini and her tanned skin of her thighs, the way her breasts were held tight by her top, even though the still bobbed a little along the way. Discreetly, he also took a glance at the light "cameltoe" on her bikini. His excitement and nervousness grew.
He also noticed a marine blue collar round her neck. 'Why are you wearing that? Are you a dog or something?' he asked jokingly.
However, she didn't reply, leaving him feeling ill at ease.
