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I had just graduated from high school, and I had no intention of going to college. I've known since I was six years old that I was going to be a lifeguard. I grew up literally across from the beach in Malibu, and I've swam in the ocean every single day of my life. I took six years of junior guards growing up, and then in high school I swam competitively, as well as captaining the water polo team to two state championships. I knew I had the resume to apply to be a lifeguard anywhere in the country, so I looked everywhere. Most of the best lifeguard jobs were around where I grew up, but one town a few hours north of me kept coming up.
I asked around, and read some reviews about this beach, and was amazed I had never heard of it before. Every single review I read was either saying that the lifeguards had indeed saved a life, or just going on about how hot they were. After reading the twelfth review just going on about the absolute babes working at this beach, I knew I had to check it out. I called them up first, and a young attractive female voice answered.
"Hello, this is Jenna."
"Hi, Jenna," I said, trying to sound professional, "my name's Chris, I'm hoping to apply to work at your beach."
"Ok, I should probably tell you though that we have a very strict application process, and we take on very few new guards. Have you been a lifeguard for very long?"
"Well, actually I just graduated from high school," I said, and could hear her make a noise on the other side, "but I took six years of junior guards in Malibu, and I won state medals in swimming and water polo."
"Wow," she said, sounding genuinely impressed, "well in that case why don't you send over your resume and application, and I'll tell Bonnie about you, and she'll call you back if she's interested."
"Okay, that sounds good," I said, knowing it was the best I would get, and then we traded emails and fax numbers.
I sent over my application and all my information not long after hanging up, and waited anxiously for the phone call. When ten o'clock rolled around and I still hadn't gotten it, I figured it wouldn't come until tomorrow, and cracked a beer. The next day I got up early, not wanting to miss the call, but it didn't come until well after noon. I was sitting around watching TV, wondering if I was even going to be called, when the phone finally rang.
"Hello," I answered hopefully.
"Hi, is this Chris?" an older female voice asked.
"Yes it is," I said a little nervously.
"Hi Chris, this is bonnie from coconut beach, Jenna told me you called, and I looked over your resume. I have to tell you we've never taken on anyone right out of high school, but you seem to be one hell of a swimmer. I know it's a bit of a drive for you, but I'd like for you to drive up and spend the day with us, and we can see if you'd be right for our beach."
"That's not a problem at all," I said excitedly, "when should I come up?"
"How about this Friday," she said after a moments pause, "you can see what a busy day looks like."
"That sounds great," I said.
"Good, I'll see you then, have a nice day," she said, and hung up.
Once off the phone I went back online and started looking at pictures of the beach. It didn't take long at all to notice that almost all of the pictures I could find were of the lifeguards rather than the beach, and for good reason. All of the lifeguards seemed to be incredibly attractive, and very busty women. I only found one picture of a guy lifeguard at this beach, and it was from the nineties.
Most of the pictures seemed to be of one extraordinarily hot blonde. In some of the pictures she had on a sexy one-piece red suit, and in the others an even sexier red two-piece. It didn't seem like any of the bathing suits she wore were quite big enough to contain her stupendous rack. All of the girls I was seeing in the pictures had huge tits, but this one blonde had the biggest tits I'd ever seen. Her waste also seemed impossibly small considering her massive chest and ample ass. I wondered if I would get to meet her on Friday, and it wasn't long before I was blowing a nice big load to the images of this blonde.
When Friday came around, I got up at five o'clock, and was on the road not long after, wanting to get there before the beach opened at eight. The drive was beautiful and pleasant. There was almost no traffic, except drive through Santa Barbara, and I listened to old beach vibe music the whole way. I pulled into the beach at seven thirty, and parked outside the guard station. I had been in plenty of guard stations already, and could tell this one had the same layout. I walked over to where the help desk would be, rather than going straight to the locker rooms.
As I walked around the corner, I was pleasantly surprised by the attractive young blonde sitting behind the desk. She looked up as I walked over, and gave me a warm sexy smile. I couldn't help but sneak a quick glance down as I approached her, and was pleased with what I saw; she certainly didn't have anything on the girl from the photos, but she definitely had a nice rack. She also had a very cute face, and short yellow blonde hair.
"Hi, there," she said with that sexy smile, "we aren't open until eight, so you'll have to wait to go for a swim."
"Uh, actually I'm Chris, I'm here for an interview I guess," I said awkwardly, not totally sure what I was here for.
"Oh, hi Chris," she said cheerfully, "I'm Jenna, we spoke on the phone earlier this week."
"That's right," I nodded, "nice to meet you Jenna." I stuck out my hand and she took it in her own soft hand and shook.
"Bonnie probably wont be here until after ten, but she asked me to show you around and introduce you to the girls," Jenna said, and stood up to show me in.
"Uh, are there only girl lifeguards here?" I asked.
"Yep," she answered casually, "I mean we have had guy guards, but not for a few years now."
"Uh, why not?" I asked, wanting to know if I should avoid something.
"I guess nobody has met Bonnie's physical requirements," Jenna answered, and let me in.
"What kind of physical requirements?" I asked, feeling confident that I would meet them.
"Well," Jenna began, "let's just say that bonnie has very special physical requirements that all of her guards have to meet, even the girls. Here are the locker rooms."
Jenna opened a door, and led me into a normal looking locker room. There were two rows of six lockers, half of which didn't have a nametag on them.
"We only have one locker room for the guys and girls," Jenna said, "it hasn't been a problem since it's been so long since we had a male guard, but I'm sure it will be fine. Basically you'll just have to wait if someone else is in the shower."
"Ok, uh, how will I know if someone is in the showers?" I asked.
"Just walk over here," Jenna said, walking over to one of the walls," and if someone's in there you'll hear it, like right now."
I walked over to where she was standing and sure enough, I could hear the clear noise of a shower running, as well as a beautiful female voice singing hotel California. We both stood there for a moment just listening to the harmonic tones of whoever was singing.
"That's Jessica," Jenna said, "she sings like all the time."
"I can see why," I said as I listened, "she has a great voice."
"Aw, that's so sweet," Jenna said girlishly, "you'll totally have to tell her that." Jenna turned away and started walking towards the far door, "why don't I show you the main tower while the girls finish up."
Jenna led me out of the locker room, out onto the beach, and then up the ramp of the big tower. She showed me around; it was nothing I hadn't seen before, just a normal lifeguard tower. So far the only thing I could see that made this beach special were the lifeguards themselves. Once she had shown me the tower, Jenna led me back down towards the locker room. When we reached the door Jenna knocked three times, and then again two more times.
"One sec," a voice called out, and then a few seconds later, "okay come in."
Jenna opened the door, and we walked in, and I caught my breath for a second. Standing in front of the lockers were two absolute bombshells. The one closer to us was as pretty as any girl I'd ever seen. She had a perfect face, accentuated by the most gorgeous piercing blue eyes. Her long brown hair was slung over her shoulder in a wet heap. She only had a towel wrapped around her perfect looking body, and her massive tits made it so the towel barely covered her ass. I caught myself staring at her chest, and looked up to see her giving me a knowing and approving smile.
Standing a little behind the gorgeous brunette, was a gorgeous blonde, whom I was immediately intimidated by. This girl wasn't cute like Jenna, or beautiful like the brunette I was already hoping was Jessica, this girl was smoking hot. She had the kind of face that belonged in magazines. Her bone structure looked like it was carved from stone, and she had sexy green eyes. Like all the other girls she had a very nice rack, though not nearly as big as the brunette's, but definitely bigger than Jenna's. Without a doubt though, this girl's best quality had to be her long sexy legs and perfect ass. She had to be at least 5'9, and had amazingly long toned and tanned legs, leading up to the biggest, roundest muscular ass I had ever seen.
"You must be the new guy," the blonde said with a snide laugh, "good luck."
"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, feeling a bit nervous now.
"Don't worry about Claudia," the sexy brunette said with a comforting smile, "she likes to be a bitch sometimes. We're sure you'll do fine."
"You can call me the bitch," Claudia said with a sneer, "but I'm not the one lying to the kid. You know damn well he isn't going to pass Bonnie's physical, no guys do."
