Willa Pryce sat alone at an outdoor Café table along the beach. Today Nick Benson opted to challenge the nineteen year old bombshell in order to inspire him in writing a future chapter of his next bestseller.
Today Willa wore a baggy button down nearly sheer white blouse that flowed barely over her torso. Worn lower were a pair of yellow shorts that crept high and deep. When standing her ass cheeks were evident and bulging from beneath their constriction. Her tight muscular legs were an attention getter to say the least.
As the bayside breeze gusted her shirt tossed about almost as vividly as her long flowing reddish brown hair. She had no bra on beneath the shirt and her nipples were missiles ready to fire. They were hard to miss if you were looking intently at them. Eyes were trained on her from every angle this day.
Five tables away Nick Benson sat with his laptop in front of him at another café seat facing her. He had hopes to write what occurred while she related to people.
She carried a large purse today so as not to look totally obvious that she was there for teasing. She toyed with her cellphone to dispel any predicted scrutiny.
She knew Nick could hear her with her choker microphone. An adopted toy from Claire's contacts in the NSA. She however could not hear him. Instead he chose to continue utilizing its vibration mode. One buzz for yes. Two for no.
" I wish Nick would have let Eve join me. We could have rocked this day together." She pondered.
While sitting there with her legs crossed at an angle she used her palm to roll back and forth down to her knee. She had noticed at the table next to her a younger man of possibly early thirties in a polo shirt and white shorts eying her. She centered her focus on him, although other candidates were still being considered.
A waiter that was exceptionally cute in her thoughts made his way to her table.
"Good afternoon. Lovely day for a lovely lady. Can I get you a drink? Appetizer?" He loomed over her with a beguiling grin.
She smiled up at him lowering her cell to the table, "I could use a bottled water. I'm beginning to think my date stood me up. I'll wait a bit longer before ordering anything fruity and full of booze to drown my sorrows in." Nick had given her a fake I.D.
"If he doesn't show, that fruity drinks on me." He grins.
Lowering her sunglasses she allows him to see her green eyes, "With an offer that tasty I might have to call him and cancel even if he does show."
The waiter rubs the back of his neck and fidgets, "I'll start peeling the fruit myself. My name's Jake."
She reaches a hand up to shake his, "Hi, Jake. I'm Willa. But you can call me Sara. Don't ask. Just call me Sara."
"Uhh! Okay, Sara. Bottled H2O on the way." He found her sexually strange.
As Jake moved away the man across from her in the polo shirt made his move.
"Who in their right mind would stand you up? You're drop dead gorgeous." He leans on his left elbow, his chin resting on his knuckle.
"Why thank you, Kind Sir. Who knows. Maybe our phone sex was too intense for him. Maybe he got scared."
"Seriously?" He raises an eye brow.
She shrugs with a sly grin, "Only Big Brother knows for sure right? They say they monitor every call."
"Interesting theory. Does he work for Uncle Sam?"
Another shrug, "Y'know, now that you mention it he did sound a lot like Bill Clinton. And, he did say Hillary wore his pants."
"Cute. So, if he doesn't show would you like to join me?"
She bites a nail gazing at him, "Hold that thought. I'll reserve an answer once I'm positive he's not showing. So, stick around."
"I have all day. My name's Michael."
"Sara." She addressed herself.
"Are you sure it's not Willa? Sorry, I overheard you earlier."
"Well, it is Willa but I use Sara to keep the beasts at bay. I don't think you're a beast."
"You barely know me. I might fool you." He chuckles.
"As long as you don't try and club me over the head and take me to your man cave."
"Love your sense of humor, Sara/ Willa. What do you do if I may ask?"
"Everything." She wags her eye brows at him then shifts her legs in front of him offering a temporary vantage point to her crotch. She then fans herself, "Believe it or not I'm a Nanny."
Taken back he smirks, "Never would have guessed that. Fashion model maybe."
"That would be my goddess mother. She's a model in Chicago. Don't get me wrong I love to be compared to a model. I just decided a different path. Although I guess now that I think about it, I never considered a portfolio for any future reference. I might have to consider that. So, what does Michael do for a living?"
He sighs, "Photographer."
Both crack up in laughter as the waiter Jake returns with her water. She immediately turns her attention toward Jake.
"Still not here. Not so much as a text. Michael here has been very supportive."
Jake nods at Michael feeling his chances slip away. Both men were fit and chiseled.
Willa opens her water and takes a healthy drink then feigns spilling water down her cleavage. She puckers and shivers while tugging her shirt out a bit.
"Wow. That water is cold. That woke up the girls."
Jake had the luxury of being next to her and seeing straight down her braless chest. While not capturing a view of her nipples he did spot nearly the rest of her 34D's.
He tried not to show any expression even as Willa looked up at him.
"It's so hot out that actually felt good. I might need another bottle, Jake. I think I'll wear this pint." She then proceeds to trickle the bottles contents all across her chest right in front of them. Both men admired her with awe.
Her white shirt began to moisten and become gently transparent.
Michael had to rub his jaw and try not to appear over attentive.
Jake smirked at her, "I think we have a whole ocean behind us if you want to cool off."
"Sounds refreshing. I didn't bring a bikini though." She frowns.
"They sell them all over the beach side. I might even buy if your date doesn't show." Michael teases.
Willa grins sheepishly, "Should I let him buy me a bikini Jake?"
The waiter feeling like a second fiddle suddenly options, "Who needs a bikini. Skinny dip."
She raises her shades into her hair and bats her eyes at Jake, "Tempting. But, wouldn't I get arrested? Who's bailing me out?"
Jake nods with a frown, "Tip's are shallow today."
Michael chuckles, "The cops around here would probably frisk you for skinny dipping."
Jake looks around him at his other customers, "I have to work. Stop by some time for that fruity drink."
"Nooo! Bring me a Peach Daiquiri." She pleads softly with batting eyelids.
Shaking his head Jake moves around to the other tables first.
Michael settles back in his chair stretching his legs toward her. Clasping his arms in front of him he eyes Willa.
"You like the waiter?"
"He's cute. So are you. I'm just a flirt." She rolls her chilled water bottle on her neckline.
"Nothing wrong with that. There are seven days in a week. If you feel like filling me in on one of those I'd be interested."
She offers him an expression of interest bordering on disbelief, "Possibly. I like to live for the day though. Drink with me?"
He reaches beside him for his own bottle of beer raising it toward her. She lifts her water bottle jokingly.
"Picture perfect, you are. Here's to you." He adds.
"You really are a photographer aren't you?"
"Yeah! Paparazzi. Don't hate me. Camera's in my bag under the table."
She leans forward facing him to look under his table. In the process her blouse fans wide revealing the same amount of cleavage and definition that Jake had witnessed. Michael gets an eye full.
"Hey, quit looking down my shirt." She giggles covering herself with a single hand.
"Hard to miss. You show off well."
"I do. I told you I'm a flirt."
Jake interrupts their banter as he lays a napkin down then her daiquiri on top of it.
"Thank you, Jake. Did you know Michael here is a photographer?"
Jake huffs, "No I didn't."
She points at Jake, "I think you could be a model Jake."
He chuckles, "I dabbled believe it or not. Underwear ad for a catalog. Back when I was 20."
"I bet the girls couldn't keep their Hanes off of you, could they?" She giggles sipping through the straw in her drink.
"Funny chick. Careful, that fruit in your drink came from my looms."
Her jaw drops laughing at Jake who looked smug.
Michael just sat back amused tilting his beer for a swig.
She pouts and looks sad, "Is it horrible of me to be glad I got stood up?"
Michael frowns, "Hey, you have us."
"I like you guys. Thank you for keeping me entertained. I was getting sad awhile ago. I moved here from Chicago to be a Nanny but my social life has really sucked."
"What exactly are you looking for?" Michael questions.
"California dream?" She shrugs, "I just want to feel alive. Meet good people. You two are good I hope."
Jake smirks, "I know I'm good."
Michael merely leans forward, "I'm a Paparazzi. Says it all."
"So you're bad?" She teases her straw with her tongue.
"Our motto is, "Take what we get, get what we take." You decide." He muses.
She looks up at Jake, "Do you have a motto Jake?"
He thinks for a moment, "Wait for it! It's coming."
She snorts and wrinkles her nose, "Oh my Gosh. That's so prophetic. I love it."
Jake groans as a table waves for his attention, "Much as I dig the flirting I need to go before I get stiffed."
"Hey I like getting stiffed." She giggles, "Obviously, my date didn't like to stiff me though." She offers a confused look, "Wait did that come out right?"
Both men laugh as Jake crouches down beside Willa as she faces him. Her shirt fans wide as she lowers her torso toward him.
"I'm off in an hour. Drink a few more and let's hang out."
She fans her shirt so that he spots her nipples first hand this time.
"I love hanging out. Can Michael join us?"
