Jessica Fallon strolled along the boardwalk at a leisurely pace. Jessica was wearing her new oversized sunglasses with her favorite floppy straw hat and her new powder blue string bikini.
Jessica smiled as she felt the beautiful new, gaily colored floral beach wrap flutter around her hips in the ocean breeze. She had her new beach bag, was wearing her new wedge sandals, her killer tan and of course, her crystal pendant necklace.
The shops were all packed with shoppers. The vendor stands were serving lines of moms and dads buying hotdogs, pretzels and cold drinks for the kiddies. The beach was packed with sunbathers and kids playing Frisbee.
The sounds of relaxed vacationers and thrilled arcade players, the smell of salt water, suntan oil and barbeques all jostled for Jessica's attention; the water was crowded with vacationers splashing in the surf and of course, there were the ever present muscle bound lifeguards, looking languidly out over their little stretch of the beach like so many overstuffed diners at an all-you-can-eat buffet.
It didn't matter; Jessica wasn't looking for just some goofball tourist or a meathead surfer-boy. She had wasted enough time with a bigger loser then any one of those chumps. Aaron Templeton may have been nowhere near the beach this morning, but he was very much on Jessica's mind!
This morning, Jessica had her battle plan already in motion, her secret weapon was swinging teasingly between her breasts, drawing even more attention to her magnificent cleavage... everything was just about ready. Jessica smiled again, all she needed now was a nice hunky, disposable guy... then she would teach that son-of-a-bitch loser Aaron a lesson!
Jessica headed into the courtyard of the Green Parrot Bar and Grill, she immediately saw a strong candidate seated at the bar. She took off her hat, sat at the corner table just under the awning, away from the late morning crowd and waited for one of the waiters.
Van Parker chided, "Look, just forget about her, she's not worth it dude! So the stupid bitch tried to use you and when she couldn't get at your money, she took off for greener pastures.
It happens all the time. Get used to it man. Just forget the bitch and get back in the game already!
Look at yourself man... you are young, good looking, you got a great job, you just inherited your grandmother's place on the hottest beach on the Jersey Shore. Take my word for it Jim, there will be girls lining up to get a shot at you!
Now come on, have another drink, get your buzz on and let's get back out there! Look: sun, surf, fun, more hot babes than you can slip your dick into... and all you want to do is sit in here and think about some useless bitch user!"
Van elbowed his forlorn friend as he looked out towards the court yard and saw the hottest girl that he had seen this weekend.
"Whoa Dude, check it out! My ride just got here. Now watch and learn: 'Van the Man' is gonna show you the way it's done. Hey, too bad she doesn't have a wing-girl for you...
Hey bartender, I'll have the same again and a mimosa, chop-chop!"
Van leered to his friend, "Yeah that sweet little thing is just my type Jimbo! She looks good enough to eat right here... Um, listen... Jim, why don't you order another drink for yourself and give me some time alone back at the bungalow to do her the right way...? This girl looks so hot I think I like to eat her twice!"
The bartender came, put the two drinks on the bar and took out the payment from the remains of Jim's twenty. Van snatched the mimosa up and gave his sad-sack wingman another elbow.
"Get a look at a 'grade A' woman Jim... you could be doin' one like that some day, but this one's mine pal!"
Van slipped a small eye dropper bottle out of his pocket and took advantage while the chump glanced at the girl who would forever be out of his league. Van put two quick squirts from the bottle into the mimosa.
"I'll see you back at the bungalow after lunch Jimbo!"
Jim nursed his drink as he watched Van move in for the kill. Jim also noticed that Van had left his wallet and his key for the bungalow on the bar.
Jim turned back to his drink and muttered under his breath, "Fucking Putz!"
Jim took two twenties out of Van's wallet and put them on the bar. He tossed off the rest of his beer and ordered another.
Van quickly sized up the situation as he made his way to the court yard: A super hot girl coming in for breakfast... no girlfriends... beach bag on the chair next to her... no boyfriend... Van mentally planned his attack, 'This girl is looking for action: best to use the direct approach!'
"Hi, I'm Van. But you can call me any time!"
The girl barely looked up.
"So um... babe..., service at this hour is at the bar... I um, I said to myself, 'Van, there's a girl who could use a little drinky to start what's going to be the best day of her life!'"
Jessica looked up, "So Van, are you going to sit and have that drink, or should I go sit with your cute friend back at the bar?"
Jessica saw the smug glance that Van passed back to his friend at the bar and immediately sized up this unexpected candidate: 'Definitely disposable! Overly talkative, tan lines on the neck and wrists, middle height, scrawny build..., probably a car salesman.'
When Van started to talk, Jessica started to think that maybe this 'candidate' was going to be given a quick pass. She decided to ignore the drink and acted bored, hoping that Van would get the hint. But he kept on talking and looking at her boobs...
Jessica decided to move her sunglasses up to rest on the top of her head and began to glance anywhere but at Van. The crashing bore kept on talking... still looking at her boobs...
Jessica smiled patiently and pointed out, "Van, I don't think that this is going to work out..."
"Oh but baby... you don't know anything about me yet!"
After about five minutes of hearing all about Van, all that Jessica could actually remember was that he hadn't once asked what her name was and, yes, Van was a used car salesman.
Jessica interrupted Van's monologue, "All right Van, I think that I've heard enough, now why don't you get lost?"
"Oh come on baby, look: we're both young, we're both attractive, I know that there's more that you'd like to know about me!"
Jessica decided that Van needed a stronger hint. She leaned in, took hold of her crystal pendant and began to swing it slowly in front of her breasts... "All right Van, tell me all about your friend at the bar..."
Van glanced quickly from the girl's gorgeous boobs, up to her eyes and back again to the swinging, sparkling pendant... "Who Jimbo...? Yeah, nice guy... Firefighter..."
Van stopped to take a swig of his beer and looked at Jessica, "He's kind of shy though, he broke up with his girl a couple of months ago..." Van's gaze returned quickly to the swinging pendant.
Jessica was intrigued, "Why, what happened?"
Van glanced back up feeling slightly disoriented, but he knew that he was seeing all the right signs: the girl was smiling..., leaning in..., plumping her B-cup, no maybe C-cup boobs..., She was absently twirling a lock of hair with one finger..., playing with her necklace with the other hand...
Van took another swig of his beer, looked down at the swinging pendant and thought to himself, 'Oh yeah, I got this one in the bag!'
Jessica waited until Van's eyes glazed over a little, "Van? Why did Jim break up with this girl?"
Van glanced up momentarily then his eyes wandered back down to the swinging pendant. "Yeah... Veronica got grabby... They were only dating... she was already trying to try to run his life... Jimbo inherited enough money to retire right now... and a neat little bungalow here at the beach... She tried to pressure him to sell it... he would have gotten a nice chunk of change... he didn't want to sell... so she started... to date... a friend... of his... made a real... fool of him..."
Jessica watched as the little reflected sparkles played over Van's face and decided that Van had squandered his fifteen minutes in record time. And now the obnoxious bore was late for an appointment: anywhere but here. Still she couldn't resist one more question.
"So why is Jim here this weekend?"
Van unconsciously began to fight his way back up to the surface, "Vacation... drink... relax... clean the bitch's stuff out of the bungalow..."
Van sat up and cleared his throat, "That's why we're here this morning. The poor guy needs some liquid courage!"
Jessica continued to speak in calm and relaxing tones, "Van, I think that it's good to relax..., I think that you should relax...,"
Van found his mind drifting, he fought his way back up to the surface once again and decided that he needed to take charge... this kind of a girl wanted to be dominated! This girl needed to be told what to do!
