In over my head (Closed)

[xTerrax]

Hey there!

My name is Linda Myles and I'm well...just what do I call myself?

I'm not a student anymore. At least, I haven't been one since I graduated high school. I don't plan on going to college, so that's out of the window. A model? Not really; the most I've ever done is amateur modeling for my blog. Well, I guess that's what you can call me - a successful blogger. It's not as crazy as it sounds! If you post the right things at the right time, you can get enough web traffic to get you money with advertisements. That's how it worked out for me, anyway.

Despite being nineteen years old, I had a bit of a wild life. No, not in that way. I traveled a lot and could afford a lot of nice things. Among my travels, I stopped by here in the west coast to see my friend Annie. She was a first year student at UC Berkeley and let me stay at her place. She's the sweetest girl I know and honestly makes me feel like I have a lot to say. What do I mean by that? Well, that she always wants to know what it's like for me.

And I can only say good things about my life.

Though for her, she always imagined that my life would be more crazy. So, I asked her how and her response was that I should be more flirty and look for more adventures whenever I visit a new place - namely, that my blog revolves too much around me going to dinners and the like and that eventually, everyone is going to get bored of my posts.

So...well, that sort of explains how I found myself at this beach bar wearing nothing but this two piece bikini.

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Here goes nothing.

 

[Bevatoria]

There was enough reasons for me to be there. The stunning late afternoon weather; there was a slight breeze, but nothing too unwelcome. The scenery around me, both in terms of the location (one of the best beaches around the coast) and the many other couples who were enjoying lying out in the sun, walking around, or the few people near the bar where I was currently prowling at. I was sitting at one of the stools, pretending to be just out on my own, enjoying the relative peace and quiet. Which wasn't to say that I...wasn't. But there were other reasons I found myself there at that precise moment. One reason in particular, were I to be honest.

I'm Eugene Wright. Don't laugh at the name. It's not my fault my parents wanted to go all eclectic on me.

Anyways, the reason I was here was to'meet a certain blogger - Linda Myles. I'm not a stalker or anything, but it was fair to say that I was a pretty big fan of her blog. Not that her writing was pulitzer worty or anything, but it certainly had a nice style to it. To me, it was the fine line line she seemed to straddle whenever she wrote about her day, or showed some pictures. As if she were some wild crazy party girl who just didn't want to 'spill the beans' where anyone who wanted to could read it. In addition to many of her pictures being suggestive, she always stopped her stories right where they'd get to the 'interesting' parts. Leaving us, her many readers, filling in the blanks as to what happened next, or afterwards.

Again, it wasn't as if I'd planned on this. I was in the area for business, and had decided to take an afternoon to relax. It was a text message from a friend of mine - a student at Berkeley - who told me that Linda was coming to this beach, and that I should 'show her a good time'.

I knew what that meant. And the thought of it made me smile as I saw her strut up to the bar I was lingering at. Hey, it wasn't as if I would frown on a bit of good luck delivering her right into my clutches, so I called over to her.

"Barkeep!" I made sure he saw me. "Whatever the lady wants...on me."

She'd certainly picked an appropriate outfit to highlight certain 'assets', that's for sure...

 

[xTerrax]

Honestly, this whole place seemed uneventful if anything. Annie recommended me this bar in particular, because (at least, according to her) at it was a lively place. But as it turned out, either I showed up at the wrong day or Annie's definition of lively was anything but. Anyway, I was about to leave when I heard a man yell out:

"Barkeep! Whatever the lady wants...on me."

I didn't know what to make of this. Guys typically showered me with free drinks whenever I went to a bar so this was nothing out of the ordinary to me (sorry if that makes me sound conceited but it's the truth). I thought of just walking away, mainly because I wasn't in the mood to flirt or something (I rarely was to be honest. Most of my stories just that - stories). But then again, Annie did make a big deal of me being a tad more wild. So...

I looked at him and smiled. "Thanks." I said to him, because telling the bartender that I wanted a martini. What the hell, why not?

 

[Bevatoria]

The bartender had already gotten my drink ready - rum and coke, easy fair for what I knew would be a long evening, one way or the other - and I turned my back to him, my money already on the bar as I sidled over to her, not hiding where my eyes were wandering. If she wore an outfit like that, she had to know guys would be staring, right? Still, I had the presence of mind to meet her eyes at some point, as her martini was slid over to her by the willing bartender. I was wearing black shorts, and a blue button down shirt that had a couple of buttons undone.

"Thanks." Her smile was entrancing, along with...certain other parts of her.

"I'm Eugene." I started, giving her a thorough once over Nice legs, nice ass. "It'd be polite of you to give me your name, but if not, I'll keep buying you drinks until I get it.." I smirked. Letting her know that I knew her name might...ruin what I had in mind. She'd find out eventually, but ideally that'd be about the time she was finding out what kind of new content I had in mind for her boring little blog.

"Nice to meet you, Linda." I looked over the beach, and what was relatively tranquil scene for the moment. "Do you come here often? I don't think I've ever seen you here before..."