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.

She tsks at your reaction. "Ahh, what am I supposed to say? 'Hello, shy virgin'?" Her lips quirk up in a teasing smile before she goes on, hand cupped on her hip. "So, Aika Holmes, huh? Does that mean anything to you?"

Her expression softens a little. She tilts her head at you and bites her lower lip. "You know... I could help you out with that," she whispers, making the 'help' sound dirty as hell, her breath tickling your ear. Her body presses against yours, her hand running down to caress the bulge in your shorts, fingers wrapping around it gently. "Or..." She trails off before letting go of you and taking a step back, eyes narrowed. "...maybe I don't."

Aika turns on her heel and takes a few steps away from you,

"Hm?" She glances at you out of the corner of her eye, making it clear that she's pretending to ignore what just happened with your crotch. "What's wrong?" If anything, her hand instinctively reaches for a place on her hip where she could easily conceal something if needed. "Do I need... to help you feel better?" She pouts prettily, batting her eyelashes.

"Or..." Her lips purse and her eyes shine with mischief again. "Maybe we can just talk about it? I don't mind."

"Oh..." Her expression softens, cheeks tinting pink with embarrassment. "I... I see." She swallows hard and looks down at the ground, seemingly uncertain what to say next. "It's just... you know... I've never seen that happen before," she murmurs softly. "...Do you want me to touch it?" Her eyes meet yours again, uncertainty still there. "...I mean, if you're sure you want me to..."

The innocence in your voice makes her hesitate even more. "But... if it gets too big..." she murmurs, searching for the words to express what's going through her mind. She takes a tentative step closer, ignoring her bodyguards who glance at each other worriedly from nearby. "...do you think we could just... see how far it goes?" Her fingers tremble as they hover near your crotch, waiting for permission. "I mean, if you're sure you want me to..."

Her hand drops to her side at your words and she looks away, feeling suddenly self-conscious about wanting something like that from you. "Oh..." is all she manages to say, her voice small and quiet. She takes a deep breath and shakes her head, trying to clear the sudden surge of doubt from her mind.

When she finally meets your eyes again, there's determination in their depths. "No... you're right," she whispers. "It shouldn't be about me wanting it flaccid." Her chest heaves with breath as she tries to control the emotions swirling through her.

"What do you want?" she asks, voice barely above a whisper now. "Do you just want someone to... hold it?" Her cheeks flame hotter at the thought of what she's suggesting, but damn if it doesn't send a wave of heat straight down between

Her eyes widen at your words and she takes an instinctive step back. "I-is that... I mean..." She glances around, searching for something to say. Finally, she levels her gaze at you once more. "Look, Ahmad. If this is about me being a certain height or whatever, I understand." There's pain in her voice now and she hates herself for sounding so unsure. "I just... want us to be on the same page."

Aika takes another step back, moving further away from you. Her bodyguards exchange worried glances but don't dare say anything, not wanting to provoke her even more.

Her heart shatters at your words. "No... I don't want to lose you," she says, her voice barely above a whisper now. She takes another step back, then another, until she reaches the edge of the beach, sand flying up around her ankles with each step. Her bodyguards exchange worried glances but don't dare approach any closer; they can sense how fragile this moment is.

Finally, Aika stops and turns away from you, shoulders shaking as she tries to contain the sobs that are threatening to break free. "I... I guess we should just go," she chokes out through her tears, her voice raspy and raw. Without waiting for a response, she turns on her heel and begins to walk back towards her bodyguards, never looking back over her shoulder again.