Happy Beach Club

That holiday, we were able to escape with the family to the beach, to a typical small town on the Mediterranean coast that multiplies its population in summer. It was full of beach bars, restaurants, discos, and the new thing that year: the Happy Beach Club, whose advertising appeared in all the national women's magazines. I was not interested in it, among other things, because of the exorbitant prices of its services and drinks.

So the days went by: in the morning, on the sand of the beach, shower, lunch, a nice nap, a walk at sunset to have a snack, and starting again the next day with a new routine.

I enjoyed tanning my body in the morning with my husband and son on the lounge chair on the beach. As is usual in my summers, I also appreciated the gaze of some men who looked at me with desire, situations that although embarrassing at the moment, afterward raise your self-esteem. That's what the beach is about, it encourages you to let go of some of your body's complexes. At least for me, during beach days, as I would say, you are encouraged to wear summer dresses, often without a bra underneath, I wear more thongs as underwear, see-through clothing, and in general clothes and tops that I would not think of wearing in my usual city, much less to go to work.

I must confess that a couple of summers ago, my husband and I bought a paddle board. I take advantage of the time I go out paddling and I move away from the shore, to take off my top and minimize the tan left by the marks of the straps.

It is my little prank behind my husband's back.

I remember it was Friday at noon when I received a call from my colleague Laura. Laura was a coworker in the same department as me, we had coffee together in the company group and we often told each other our things. She is a good colleague and an even better professional, I get along very well with her. She is twenty-eight years old, five years younger than me, let's say that since she entered the office it has always been like a sisterly relationship. She always asks me for advice on her problems and I enjoy acting as a consultant. She reminds me a lot of myself when I was her age.

I know she got into the company because someone in her family knew the bosses, she comes from a wealthy family and has always been a bit posh when it comes to dressing. That's why I wasn't surprised when she called me on my cell phone.

-Dude, weren't you spending the summer where they've opened the Happy Beach Club, the one they advertise in all the magazines and social networks?- she asked me after three or four polite sentences.

-Yeah, sure- I answered.

-Wow, thank goodness, we have to meet tomorrow- she said announcing her intentions.

-Yeah, well, are you coming?- I wanted to know what a mess she had in her head.

-You're such a fool. I'll tell you what happened to me: "I have two tickets for the Happy Beach Club I was going to go with Vane, but the fool came and suggested to me she couldn't, so I thought... isn't that where my colleague told me she was going on vacation?" That's why I called you. You have to come with me-. She said suddenly and abruptly.

-Well..., this..., I- I hesitated, I didn't like his plan very much really.

-Please, please, please... it's the event of the summer and I can't miss it-, she begged me over the phone. I imagined what that meant for her and she would never forgive me.

-Well..., okay, let me talk to my husband, tomorrow is Saturday, and this upsets our plans, he'll have to take care of our little one- I wanted to keep the trick of blaming my husband in case I changed my mind.

-Great girl. Get pretty, the place is cool, and the invitations are for a night pass, so we'll meet at eleven at night. I'll tell you the hotel and you can pick me up. You're the best. I love you Sandra- and she hung up.

I honestly thought my husband would take it worse, but he was the one who encouraged me to go out partying with my coworker.

The next day we went down to the beach like every other day. I guess it was Saturday and there were more people than during the week. When it was my turn to go out on the board, I proceeded with my ritual of paddling topless. I have always found the sensation very pleasant the sea breeze caressing my body, feeling free, the warmth of the sun, and definitely, a little time to myself. That day there were also more people out and about on boards, as well as jet skis and boats.

I admit that I go into a kind of trance when I paddle standing on the board through the water and feeling the sea breeze caressing my body. That's why I didn't notice that there were a couple of guys following me wherever I paddled. Their intentions seemed to be nothing other than enjoying the sight of my body. Looking closely, I was the only girl topless paddling and showing half her ass, as my bikini bottoms were generous. I could even see their erections under their Bermuda shorts. I found the situation amusing. In other circumstances, I would have been annoyed, but far from being upset, I enjoyed being the object of desire of those two boys. I admit I was a bit naughty and enjoyed provoking them. My exhibitionist streak emerged and I had a pleasant time messing around with them.

Otherwise, the day was normal and monotonous, which is what we look for when we are on vacation. It was when I woke up from my nap that my husband reminded me of the date with Laura. I sent a message to my partner to confirm that we were going to the beach club and she called me back. She told me that yes, she was staying at the only five-star hotel and that I should come and pick her up at ten at night. She asked me what dress I was planning to wear and I told her that it was nothing out of the ordinary, which caused her to panic.

-Take back what I was going to wear at ten, come at nine and we'll see what dress I can give you- she told me without accepting a negative answer and without letting me reply. In a few more sentences we finished the conversation without giving me the option to object.

So after taking an afternoon walk and having some tapas with my husband and my son, I showed up at nine in room 301 of Laura's hotel as she had told me.

After the introductions and the usual initial chat, we got down to business. Laura took out of her closet the two or three dresses she had thought of for me. I would have chosen one with a longer skirt and less neckline, but once I tried it on, Laura ruled that out. In her way, she forced me to choose a petite black Carolina Herrera dress that was very daring for my taste. The top had super thin straps, so the option of wearing a bra was completely ruled out. I don't like straps to be visible and therefore the type of bra I was wearing - the typical flesh-colored one - is so unattractive. As Laura has a bit more bust than me, the fabric was a bit loose on me, and at the slightest carelessness, I would show my breasts. The back was bare up to the skirt, a skirt so short that I felt like I was showing my ass if I bent down. It had been a while since I had worn such miniskirts and I wasn't used to it. Also, as I walked or moved, the thin fabric of the dress rose my thighs in such a way that I had to pull down my skirt every so often to avoid showing the color of my panties. In short, I felt naked despite being dressed. To top it off, she insisted on putting on black heels that were at least 10 centimeters high to match.

I didn't even recognize myself when I looked in the mirror. Frankly, I looked very different, it didn't match my style at all, and that's what I tried to make her understand.

-Laura, I don't think I have to dress like that to have a few drinks, I almost look like a whore- it had been fun to play with dresses and such, but when it came down to it I couldn't see myself. I had the feeling that my tits were going to pop out at any moment and that I was showing my ass and panties. Besides, I wasn't the only one who looked excessively provocative, I'm sure that if my husband saw me in that dress he would call me a whore, and I thought so too. Especially when I left the room to go to more illuminated spaces like the elevator, I noticed that the fine fabric of the dress was transparent when backlit despite being black.

-Listen, girl, I'll explain it to you, I have to get it tonight no matter what, that place is going to be full of rich kids to meet and you have to be as spectacular as me, or else you'll scare them away, so start getting hot for whatever might happen tonight. That dress is worth too much for just any girl to wear. We have to be the center of attention for all men to choose us, do you understand? You have to look spectacular - she explained her intentions to me.

Given what I saw on this occasion, I let her advise me, she seemed to know this type of party very well. I had never worn so much make-up, much less makeup up to my neckline. I looked in the mirror for the last time and was glad I had chosen a black thong that night as underwear, otherwise everything would have been transparent. Laura also left me some gold bracelets to adorn my body and above all a necklace with a cross of embedded diamonds.

-Laura, this is too much, I don't think all this is necessary- I said, showing my objections to so much sophistication once again.

-Oh, come on, we have to look spectacular, we can't be less- she argued. In the end, I gave in to her demands, especially when we went down to the hotel garage and I saw that her daddy had lent her a spectacular Mercedes to go to the party.

-But if it's right next door, we can walk- I protested for the last time before Laura replied to me again.

-You don't want your husband to see you in my dress, do you?- she mocked me and my modesty all that time, especially when I saw in the same elevator that the fabric was almost transparent, highlighting my curves and my silhouette.

And the truth is that Laura was right. I began to realize her wise advice as soon as I arrived at the entrance of the club. Daddy's Mercedes was not even one of the best cars waiting for the club's valets to take them to the parking lot. As expected, the red carpet was used for the VIPs to walk down while I saw that on the other side of the golden cordon people without invitations were lining up to get in. It was all very exclusive, like something out of a movie.

Laura showed her VIP invitation and the doorman very kindly told us:

-Delighted that you visited our club, the invitation corresponds to the reservation of a Balinese bed, specifically number 22. Come with me- and with that, he gave us directions to follow him.

We walked through the entrance hall and reception and went parallel to a series of pools and jacuzzis. We turned through the space between several of them until we reached one of the many Balinese beds on the other side of the pools where the doorman told us that the bottle of Moët Chandon was included in the invitation.

-This is amazing, it's cool, don't you think?- Laura told me as soon as we sat down in our reserved space ready to uncork the bottle of champagne.

-The truth is that yes- I said observing the atmosphere. Of course, in my life, I had never been in a place like that and I probably wouldn't be again.

A little more relaxed I could see that the facilities were shaped like an inverted "L". The longest part was a succession of different spa-like pools and jacuzzis. On one side were Balinese beds and on the other side of the pools, during the day, you could see the individual sun loungers that had been put away for the night. The widest part, on the other hand, was a restaurant during the day and a discotheque at night. The rear area closest to the sea was dark enough for those who wanted to get into mischief to hide among the walkways. Benches with chairs and tables among gardens, with hedges and secrets, and even a jetty where two yachts could be seen and moorings available for more.

Both Laura and I liked to observe the atmosphere from our position. It was all very "posh" and sophisticated. Everyone looked like they came out of a Californian series with statuesque bodies.

Bed 21 was empty and in bed 23 two couples who seemed to be friends among the four were chatting amongst themselves just like the two of us.

I noticed them more than the women, impeccably dressed, all with a smile like in advertisements, expensive clothes, branded shirts, jewelry watches, certainly nothing to do with my husband who had not worn a shirt all summer, always in a t-shirt.

They stood out for their dresses, jewelry, and perfect bodies. Not a drop of fat, expensive creams, lots of channels and hours of gym to look spectacular at this type of party. Needless to say, they all looked like girls from a fashion catwalk. Laura was right if she thought our dresses were daring, they all had generous necklines and showed off their long legs. It looked like a magazine party like Marbella, Monaco or Dubai.

We lay there talking about the atmosphere and our work stuff while we drank the complimentary bottle of Moët. I admit that I hadn't had much to eat that afternoon and that the champagne had gotten me more energized than I had expected. That's why I didn't object when Laura suggested we go to the dance floor.

As soon as we started dancing we were the center of attention of many of the men and boys around us. The flirting and the glances became evident. It was even harassing that both Laura and I were the most desirable given the attention aroused by the macho men around us. Laura seemed used to feeling and dealing with all those eyes that were watching us with desire. I, on the other hand, at first felt out of place, I didn't like the glances of slobbering men around me looking for a slip of the neckline or my skirt. The rubbing of bodies on the dance floor made me uncomfortable, especially the hidden touches of the ass. Only the joy of my partner Laura and seeing that she was enjoying herself while we danced led me to stay on that dance floor, giving the night another chance. So I decided to concentrate on my dance, isolate myself, and enjoy some music that was worth it. Frankly, the DJ was doing pretty well and managed to isolate me from the world around me.

Shortly after we were both dancing together, the first group of brave souls offered us a drink. Well, they invited Laura, who knew how to handle the situation very well. I accepted, clearly playing the supporting role, and so the first mojito of the night came. After about an hour, three mojitos wet our lips as interested suitors. When a group of boys approached us, it was clear which suitor was hoping to win Laura over. The rest of her friends asked me questions and started conversations with me more out of obligation. Without being rude to the boys, I made it clear that I was just in the mood to dance and little else.

While the suitors came and went at Laura's whim, I could see two boys who, on the other hand, kept staring at me. I found this fixation on looking at me and laughing curious. On one occasion when I caught them watching me, they nudged each other while both nodded affirmatively.

-Yes, yes, it's her- I heard one say to the other, which aroused my interest in knowing what they could be referring to.

-Excuse me, do I know you from somewhere?- I approached them like a tigress ready to get rid of doubts and so much nonsense.

-We don't know each other, but I'm Luis and this is Miguel- said the most daring one, introducing them while both exchanged two kisses with me.

-And can we know now that we already know each other where we could have met before?- I wanted to get rid of doubts once and for all.

-Of course, don't you remember? This morning we love paddle surfing, don't you too?- said Luis in an idiotic way, making me feel embarrassed. The pig was drooling knowing that the beautiful woman whose breasts and ass he had seen in the morning was in front of his eyes.

-Well, no, I don't remember- I pretended, trying to downplay it while feeling stripped by his gaze. Then Laura arrived, a little jealous when she saw that for once in all that time it was me and not her who was the center of attention. She wanted to check what was happening.

-Hi, aren't you going to introduce me to your friends?- he asked me to get into the conversation.

-Wow!! Today is our lucky day- said Miguel, who was a bit more polite -- we are Miguel and Luis, nice to meet you- he said before giving Laura the obligatory kisses when introducing her. It was obvious that they liked each other at first sight.

After a few more words of courtesy, we immediately started dancing. In the cast, Miguel had it out with Laura while I had to go with Luis who kept undressing me with his eyes. He turned out to be quite a slimeball. The bastard took advantage of any excuse to touch me and rub against me more than necessary. What a night of sh... was ahead. Luis took advantage of the slightest opportunity to touch me. He touched my ass as much as he wanted, but it was a subtle touch to one of my breasts when I decided to get out of there. I felt sorry for Laura but that was too much. Okay, it wasn't the first time in my life that I had been groped like that, and it wasn't to make a scene with the boy. So instead of slapping him, which was what he deserved, I decided to excuse myself by going to the bathroom and getting some fresh air.

I went to the bathroom angry with myself, among other things I wanted to freshen up my face, touch up my makeup, and apply more red lipstick. It was when I looked in the mirror that I realized that I had lost the gold pendant that Laura had left me. I went into a real panic. I don't know how much the necklace could cost, but paying for it - and I didn't have any other option - would certainly make a dent in my battered family finances. In addition to having to give a lot of explanations to my husband. Oh my god, I was lost! Hysteria took hold of me after checking in the bathroom mirror that the pendant was not visible on my neckline.

When I returned to the dance floor, luckily, I didn't see Laura, Luis, or Miguel. I was almost glad I didn't have to explain it to them. The last thing I wanted was to have to put up with the brat and his little smile. I tried to hide my desperation, rather than dancing I spent my time looking around the floor for the pendant. I even asked a couple of waiters if anyone had found it and kindly handed it over to the club workers. But there was no trace of the pendant. I even thought if Luis could have stolen it from me, but I couldn't find any of the three. They had disappeared like the pendant.

Discouraged at not finding it, I decided to go over to the Balinese bed from the start of the night, it was my last hope. I thought that maybe Laura was there and who knows if she had it. But nothing at all. When I got to the Balinese bed, there was no sign of Laura or the pendant at first sight. I started to look for it like crazy among the different cushions. I realized what a spectacle I must have been putting on with impossible positions and such a short dress when I heard a male voice coming from bed 21 next door say:

-You're not looking for this pendant, are you?- his question sounded like heavenly music to my ears. Especially when I turned to look at the man who had uttered such sweet words with a certain French tone, and saw that he was indeed showing Laura's pendant in his hands.

-Oh, yes, thank you, you don't know how much I appreciate it- I said, standing up in front of that guy, dying of embarrassment for the spectacle I must have put on in my desperate search without being aware of it until that moment. That guy would surely have seen my ass cheeks in some position and who knows if even my breasts.

-Allow me to put it on for you, beautiful things should always go together- he answered gallantly.

Before I could react to my embarrassment, that man had stood behind me and, pulling my hair to one side as if I were a fairy tale princess, he was putting the necklace on me himself for my peace of mind. I must admit that when he did it, his hands brushed my shoulders in a subtle and pleasant way. To such an extent that I got goosebumps. A shiver ran through my body from bottom to top.