Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All names of characters are fictional and were made up. Please do not copy and plagiarize my work.
This story was written by reader request for Breadloaf, Enjoy!
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Miami, Florida
Clear blue skies were visible from beyond the beach shore. A deep blue color cast across the shallow water with small waves crashing over the muddy sand. Foot steps were visible in the sand until the water washed them away. Four small steps made a pattern as a golden retriever pranced through the sand. The dog's owner was not far behind, holding a loose leash attached to a red collar. A man and a woman walked by, sharing a laugh among one another as their voices were subtle. The morning breeze had faded away hours ago and now the sun's strength was near it's peak of the day. With clear skies and no chance of rain, the weather was ideal to spend the day outside. Whether the activities were alone or in the company of another, it was just another afternoon at Hobie Beach.
Large trees offered shade away from the shore line. As time passed by, several waves crashed over the small beach subtly. The shallow waters extended further than other beaches in Miami. Few tourists knew of the existence of Hobie Beach to spend their time making a long trip across the Rickenbacher causeway to locate it. Following the path of the causeway was Key Biscayne south. The white sands remained hidden to most. A beautiful secret for anyone that truly knew their way around Miami. Hobie Beach was never cluttered a large groups of people. The tourists had all of Miami Beach to themselves. Sometimes privacy was key, as that was something Devin Brugman had learned over the years.
Miami was not a city she knew like her hometown Oakland. At thirty-one years of age, Devin had spent the majority of her life back home in California. She preferred to view herself as an entrepreneur, opposed to a glamour model. In the past she had come to Miami alongside her best friend Natasha Oakley. Together, the two models had been running a successful online business for a decade now. This trip however, was not to model anything for their 'A Bikini A Day' line. After a hard breakup with a boyfriend of four years, Devin needed some time to herself. It would have been easy to sit at home all by herself, but a trip away from Los Angeles would be a breath of fresh air. She arrived in Miami last week without saying a word to any friends apart from Natasha.
Sharing a conversation with her best friend may have been a mistake. Natasha had informed Devin that she had some friends with 'business interests' in Miami. Devin knew the meaning to such choice words. Natasha claimed that she had heard 'from a friend of a friend' about a wet T-shirt contest ongoing in the city. The cash pay out was around five grand per model. A hefty paycheck that was almost too good to believe. With nothing better to do than go on sight seeing tours, Devin made a bold decision two nights ago. 'Oh, what the hell, I might as well make some money while I'm here'. Natasha offered to call her friend, passing phone numbers until a man contacted Devin through text message. He introduced himself as Damian Pierce before calling her for a short conversation.
The event was arranged at Hobie Beach on a Wednesday afternoon. Damian spoke with a strong American accent, but Devin did not feel the need to ask him where he was from. He knew Natasha and from that connection, he claimed to know of Devin. She was flattered that he was aware of her social media presence. Damian offered a cash payment up front, citing that all the other models were unknown names. Some had connections to a talent agency in town, while he claimed the others were merely amatuers. The name of the event had taken her by surprise, but caused a thunderous laugh. Crude and to the point, Devin had to joke about trying to promote an event under the name if 'Big Wet Tits'. Damian did not sound embarrassed over the phone, nor was he offended that the event was likely not draw many contestants.
She met Damian earlier before the trip. He insisted on meeting all the contestants at a nightclub across town. In her past trips, Devin had never visited any clubs outside South Beach. Her first impression of Damian was one she could not forget. He was a short man, slightly taller than her. With a clean shaved face, a gold necklace was visible beyond a white blazer jacket he wore. The shiny jewelry matched with a gold Rolex watch as another piece to a suit she guessed had to cost a few hundred dollars at the bare minimum. His hair was brown, matching his eyes. Beyond the fancy dark red shirt he wore under his jacket, Damian had a slim build. There was something about the way he dressed that reminded Devin of gangster films she had seen in passing. The man literally had an outfit today mimicking a look from Al Pacino in Scarface.
What kind of man pays by handing over a briefcase full of cash? It may have been a simple gesture, but Devin could not shake the feeling that he thought of himself as some kind of player. It was easy for her to believe that Damian ran all of his business from the club. Devin had hinted to this in a brief conversation, which made the man blush. She found herself thinking about that moment while marching knee deep in the water. Her long brunette hair was drenched from a short underwater dive. Water splashed around her voluptuous body as Devin stomped forward, feeling the wind blow a cold chill. Her natural D cup breasts shook as the white T-shirt was drenched over it, revealing her nipples that poked through the fabric. Below, she wore a bikini thong raised high over her hips. In the distance, Damian stood close to a tree, taking up most of the shade it offered.
The other girls who had participated in this contest were moving out of the water with Devin. Only one man was there to be judge. She was almost impressed with Damian managing this entire event all by himself. But deep down, she knew there were other reasons he would handle something like this alone. From the way she seen it, Damian had to be losing some money by paying all the models up front and not making this a public event to be judged. It was almost as if he arranged this entire ordeal for his own personal satisfaction. There he stood as judge and jury, watching the women step out of the water, but Devin could feel his focus shifting more so towards herself. She stomped her feet in the sand, her large breasts shaking and jiggling around as the T-shirt clung to her wet skin. Curving her soft, pink lips into a full smile.
"Alright, alright! I think we might already have a winner!"
Damian spoke up as he grinned at Devin. She laughed while still splashing around in the water.
"Are you sure about that, Damian? You look like you might be sweating in that fancy suit. Maybe you should take it off and go for a swim."
Another girl laughed at her remark. Water trickled down her hips and legs when Devin stepped her feet through the wet sands. She was joined by a blonde haired girl wearing a blue shirt. Behind Devin was a black model wearing a see-thru pink shirt. Despite all the women gathering around, Damian's focus was on Devin alone. He could not look in her eyes. Instead, his attention was fixated on her busty tits while he kept a goofy smirk across his face.
"See something you like?"
Devin teased him while another girl was heard loudly sighing. When she arrived, there were four other models on the beach. Damian paid for Uber service to escort all the contestants, but as time moved, some of them left. It was easy for Devin to understand. They all received their cash payment and did not take this event seriously. Devin had already taken her briefcase of cash and stashed it back in her hotel room in Downtown. She saw no reason to leave yet. Not with Damian's attention focused on her busty tits. Another woman stood next to her, planting her hands on her hips as the sunlight poured over her tanned skin.
