"We'd better be heading back to the unit," Janice told Daria. "We're going to need some time to get ready for this evening."
Daria sighed. She did enjoy being at the beach. Still, going out clubbing with her friend would be fun as well. She grabbed her towel and bag and started following Janice.
"There's a shower," said Janice, indicating one of the free-standing shower-heads that were scattered along the beach. "We can rinse the salt and sand off before we put on a dress. Come on. No-one's using it right now."
They ducked under the shower, squealing softly as the cold water sluiced over them. Janice winked at Daria.
"Watch," she said, and aliped out of her bikini, taking her shower naked.
"Janice," howled Daria in a strangled whisper. "You can't do that. People will see you."
"I know. Isn't it fun? No-one here knows who we are or where we came from. What are they going to do? No-one's going to attack us in public and what does it matter if someone calls the police. We'll be long gone before they turn up. What, you think they'll make a rush trip to a beach because some girls are naked?"
Daria blushed and turned away from her friend. She might be right in what she said but to casually strip like that and stand naked on the beach? Not that there seemed to be anyone watching them.
Daria should have known better than to trust her friend. She was standing there with water running down her back when Janice hooked her fingers over her bikini and pulled the bottom half right down.
"Uh, uh, uh," said Janice when Daria spun around to protest. "Don't carry on about it or you'll attract attention. You might as well finish the job. Step out of them and take the top of. Quickly. The faster you do it the faster we can dry off and be out of here. Stop worrying. No-one's even looking our way."
Red-faced and biting her lip Daria went along with Janice's commands. She knew the uselessness of arguing with her. She was too dominant. Blushing fiercely she hurried to finish her shower.
Five minutes later, dressed in sundresses and sandals, the girls were heading back to their holiday unit. Janice was laughing happily. Daria was giggling nervously.
"I can't believe you did that," she told Janice. "I REALLY can't believe that I joined in, standing naked under the shower in public. What would you have done if someone had come past and stopped to ogle us?"
"Told the pervert to keep on walking, of course. Why worry? It didn't happen and it was fun."
The next morning Janice rose early. Daria, on the other hand, was feeling lazy.
"You go on down to the beach," she told Janice. "I'll follow in due course. Right now I'm not budging."
Janice laughed and departed. Daria snuggled down for a little longer. After a while bladder pressure and hunger forced her out of bed. After attending to these Daria still felt reluctant to go to the beach. She was still feeling the after effects of the night before. Maybe some time in the motel spa would fix her up. She slipped on her bikini and headed to the pool and spa.
She entered the spa, activated the bubbles, and lay back, relaxing in the warm water. A few minutes later a man came along and also got in the spa. He was an older man, in his late thirties was her guess. He was also a very solid man, built like a bull. If he'd tried to move in next to her or chat her up she'd have moved out, very fast, as he made her a little nervous. He didn't, simply settling into the spa on the side opposite her, leaning back and closing her eyes.
After a few minutes the man spoke. He didn't bother opening his eyes, just talking to the air.
"You're Janice or Daria, aren't you? From Melbourne?"
"Ah, yes, I'm Daria. How'd you know my name and that I was from Melbourne?"
"I didn't," he said. "I had to ask, remember? I saw the names and that you were from Victoria when I checked in. I guessed Melbourne because that's where the most people are."
"Oh." Daria didn't know what else to say. He didn't seem to be flirting with her, just making idle conversation.
"Funny, isn't it," he said after a few moments. "I'm Bram and, oddly enough, I'm also from Melbourne. You drive several thousand miles to go on a holiday and who do you meet? Someone from your home town. Funny that."
"Ah, yes, but then again you're staying in a motel so I'd say the chances of everyone here being from interstate are pretty good."
"I guess. People like to get far away and let their hair down in ways that they'd never do at home. The holiday just relaxes their inhibitions."
Daria's mind flashed to Janice making her strip under the shower. She hadn't relaxed her inhibitions. Janice had stolen them. She smiled to herself, relaxing in the warm bubbling water.
"I bet you'd never do that shower naked stunt at the beach back home," came the quiet observation. "I thoroughly enjoyed seeing that, even if you did look a little guilty. Feeling like a naughty little girl were you?"
Daria's eyes opened wide and she blushed. He'd seen her? He must have if he knew about it. And she had been feeling guilty. She'd been feeling totally wicked when she did it, even if it hadn't really been by choice. His eyes were open and he was smiling at her, looking extremely amused. If he dared suggest she strip off she'd hang one on him, big though he was.
She hastily looked elsewhere, face burning. She felt like getting up and running away that instant, but it would seem too much like being chased away. She'd give it a minute and then depart.
"Don't let it worry you," Bram said idly. "I'm not going to suggest you repeat the performance. No need to as I have my pictures to provide me with fond reminders of an excellent figure."
"Pictures?" she asked, her voice a little strained.
"Mm," said Bram, relaxing back with his eyes closed again. "I'd been sitting on a bench near the shower, talking on the phone. When your friend started the strip-tease I just naturally started taking pictures. I've got a really fantastic camera in my phone with some excellent zoom. I could even make out Janice's butterfly."
As the butterfly was low on Janice's mons that comment did not help Daria's peace of mind. If he could see that then he would have seen the equivalent area on her just as easily, even if she didn't have a tattoo. She was going to kill Janice. She'd bury the body next to Bram's.
"Photos? You took photos? You can't do that. You didn't ask if you could take pictures. You had no right. You delete them."
"OK," said Bram.
"OK? You're going to delete them?" Daria was relieved. She found it hard to believe he was being so agreeable.
"Well, I won't actually delete them," said Bram. "I'm just agreeing to delete them. It will probably make you feel better."
"What? Are going to delete them or not?"
"Be reasonable, Daria. They're terrific pictures. Why on earth makes you think I'll delete them. Don't worry about them. It's unlikely anyone I show them to will recognise you."
"What? You can't show them to anyone. You have to get rid of them. If anyone recognises me I'll just die. Don't just look at me. Tell me you'll get rid of them."
"OK. I'll get rid of them. Satisfied?"
"No," sighed Daria. "You're lying, aren't you?"
"Not lying exactly. Just giving you answers you'll find acceptable. Still, seeing you're so eager to get rid of these pictures I suppose we can cut a deal."
"Really?" asked Daria hopefully. Then reality hit her. "Oh, no, no, no. I'm not having sex with you just to get rid of them. No way."
"You're jumping to the wrong conclusion," Bram said, smiling. "Ah, not meaning to insult you but if I wanted sex for them I'd have approached your friend, Janice. My reading of her is that she'd probably go for it, especially if you were there watching."
"What? Why would you think that?"
"She's an exhibitionist. Having sex with me would mean that the pictures get deleted, doing it in front of you means she can show of her exhibitionist streak without being blamed for having it, and she's doing it for a noble cause -- protecting you from the results of her mistake."
Daria blinked while she thought that over. She hated to admit it but Bram was probably right. Janice had enough tart in her to actually go for that.
"Oh," she said in a small voice. Then she felt irritated. Why not her?
"And what's wrong with demanding sex from me?" she asked.
"The fact that the incident wasn't really your fault. You were sort of forced into it. It wouldn't really be fair to you to make you have sex for something that wasn't your fault. You probably would if I insisted as I think you're fairly submissive, but it would be unfair to take advantage."
Thinking over his answer Daria thought she might have been insulted.
