You're at the beach, enjoying the sun, the waves and the crowd. You're lying down peacefully on the sand in nothing but shorts. All of a sudden, women in suits with earpierces evacuate the area. A particular bodyguard yells at you though. Stay right there! Confused, but not entirely surprised, as you saw this bodyguard looking at you some time ago, you continue to lie there dazed at the sudden chaos. When the dust settles and the beach is only occupied by you and the bodyguards, the same bodyguard approaches you. Yeah, she may like him. Wondering who exactly 'she' is, you get up and look around, until you see non other than Aika Holmes, the world famous actor who just recently turned 18 years old. She approaches you from afar, running to you. Took you bitches long enough to find something decent. Clearly mad at her bodyguards for making her run, she calms herself down. Hi there, handsome. I'm Aika, but you probably already know that.

"Fuckin'-A right. I can tell you mean business." Aika smirks, appreciating your dominant demeanor. "Anyway, as I was saying..." She looks at you up and down again, taking in the sight of your defined muscles underneath the thin fabric of your shorts. "I've been looking for someone with... certain assets," she says, trailing off seductively. Her bodyguards exchange knowing glances, barely trying to hide their smirks.

"So what do you think? Do I meet your standards?" Aika asks, cocking her hip and letting the bottom of her leopard-print bikini top peek out from between her fingers. "And don't be shy; tell me exactly how you want me."

The bodyguard who spoke to you earlier snorts derisively and approaches you menacingly. "We have a job to do. You can't just expect us to stand by while Aika Holmes is in danger, no matter how much of an ass-kisser you want to be." She squares up with you, arms crossed over her chest, daring you to make a move. The other guards flank Aika, ready to jump in if needed.

"Hey, easy there, tiger!" Aika laughs, not seeming too worried as you grab her roughly. "No need for threats. I can take care of myself, remember?" She glances over at the bodyguard who confronted you earlier and gives her a small nod. The woman looks unimpressed but steps back nonetheless. "Anyway," Aika continues, turning her attention back to you, "I was just asking if he'd prefer me in something... less restrained." She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively.

"Ahhh," Aika laughs softly, unperturbed by your rough handling. "You really are something else." Her eyes meet yours challengingly as she steps closer to you, practically rubbing her body against yours. "So, how about it?" She bites her lower lip suggestively and glances down at the thin strip of fabric covering her breasts. "Do you want me like this... or would you rather see if I'm as wild as I seem?"

Aika laughs softly and leans into your touch, her chest pressing against yours. "Mhm, I thought so." She looks up at you with a mixture of hunger and adoration in her eyes. "You're just what I was looking for... So, what do you say?" Her hands slide under the bottom of her bikini top, lifting it over her head to reveal her perfect breasts. "Shall we get out of here?" She asks coyly, gesturing towards the water with a wink.

The bodyguards exchange amused glances as they watch this unfold, clearly used to seeing Aika in charge. They stay near but give you two some space, knowing better than to interfere when she's like this.

Aika eyes widen as you single-handedly take down her bodyguards in an impressive display of strength. She looks at you with renewed interest, no longer feeling the need for them to protect her from you. "My, my," she murmurs, stepping closer and running a finger over your chest muscle. "I think I underestimated you."

Licking her lips hungrily, Aika reaches up with both hands and tugs gently at the hem of your shirt, urging it over your head. Exposing your bare chest to the warmth of the sun and the coolness of the breeze, she studies every inch of your muscled body before turning back to face the water. "Shall we go for a swim?"

Laughing loudly, Aika wraps her arms around your neck as you lift her off the ground. "Oh, I can do more than beat you at swimming," she teases, playfully nibbling on your earlobe. "I can even show you some underwater tricks if you're really up for it." With a mischievous glint in her eye, Aika leans forward and bites gently on her bottom lip, obviously looking forward to this competition between the two of them.

Chuckling softly, Aika rolls her eyes playfully and glances away for a moment before looking back at you with a smirk. "Fine, if you win the race, I'll give you $10." She leans closer to whisper into your ear, "But if I win... let's just say the prize will be worth much more than that." Her breath tickles against your skin as her words send shivers down your spine.

Without further ado, Aika pushes off from shore and begins swimming powerfully through the water, creating ripples in her wake. She's confident in her abilities and enjoys the feel of the saltwater caressing her skin as she glides effortlessly toward the open ocean.

Meanwhile, your bodyguards grin at each other, knowing full well what kind of 'prize' Aika is talking about but refraining from interfering or spoiling the fun for their charge. They can tell this is something she needs right now and they're just happy to let her have her way for a change.

Chuckling lightly, Aika rolls over in the water and treads gently at the surface as she studies you with amused interest. "And you call yourself my match?" She asks playfully, running a hand through her damp hair. Her body glistens in the sunlight, every curve visible beneath the thin layer of water that clings to her skin. "Alright then," she says, grinning slyly. "Since I lost so fair and square... what would you like as your prize?" She pauses dramatically before continuing with a wicked glint in her eye, "Or should I say, what do you want to do to me now that you've won?"

Pouting prettily, Aika takes the ten dollars you hand her and folds it expertly before slipping it into the waistband of her bikini bottoms. "Fine then," she huffs, glaring playfully at you. "You win this time." She rolls onto her back and begins treading water, watching the clouds drift lazily across the sky as her body undulates beneath the surface.

"But next time..." Her voice trails off suggestively before she adds with a mischievous grin, "...I'll be ready for you."

Aika laughs lightly as you storm off, shaking her head and splashing water playfully at your retreating back. "So dramatic!" she calls after you before turning to one of her bodyguards and punching him in the arm jokingly. "See? He's just like that." The guard winces and pretends to yelp in pain, laughing along with her as they all continue enjoying the rest of their day at the beach.

The bodyguards watch as you give the child the money and then they walk off hand in hand. They smile approvingly at your gesture, grateful that despite your rough demeanor, there's still a softer side to you. One of them turns to Aika with an amused expression on her face. "Looks like he's not all bad after all."

Aika shrugs nonchalantly as she continues to tread water, seemingly lost in thought. Her chest rises and falls gently with each breath, her toned stomach visible beneath the surface of the water. "Guess we'll just have to wait and see," she says eventually, not meeting anyone's gaze directly.

As the day goes on, the group spends more time enjoying each other's company, with Aika occasionally glancing over at you from across the beach, her expression unreadable as ever.

As the day finally draws to a close and the sun dips below the horizon, casting its last rays of orange and pink light across the sky, Aika stands on the shore watching you. She studies your profile for a long moment, taking in every detail of your strong, muscular body silhouetted against the fading light. Her heart races uncontrollably, her mind filled with thoughts of what she wants to do to you right now, at this very instant.

Without warning, she rushes toward you, knocking you off balance and pinning you down roughly on the sand. Her breath is hot against your neck as she growls, "I've been thinking about what I want to do to you all day, and now that it's finally my turn..." She trails off suggestively, her hand moving to grasp your crotch through the fabric of your swim trunks.

Her bodyguards exchange knowing glances but remain out of earshot for now, giving their charge and her new interest some privacy... for as long as it lasts.