High Society: The tales from Victory

Glamorous City [Part III] (Chapter 21)

The torturous rays of the sun's light beat down on the living; but people call this fun.

The beach was full of life, people tanning, swimming and walking around on the pier and boardwalk. The scent of grilled food and the salty sea assaulted the nostrils of each visitor. Shouts and cheers intermixed with the cries of the wingull.

The gym challenge brought exhaustion and joy, thus the request was put forth for fun. After a quick stop at the Amor Manor the team reached the beach full of enjoyment.

Jeremiah walked up to the boardwalk. He stopped once he found a vixen worth his time, resting beneath the sun. He stepped onto the hot, searing sand and marched toward her. He observed her carefully, clad in a tight bikini and tanning in the sun.

Jeremiah squat down by her and she peered up, lowering her sunglasses.

"Hello sweet cheeks."

"Jeremiah?"

"The one and the same! I've missed you babe, you and your beautiful assets."

"Ah, ever the charmer." She said rolling her eyes.

"Well aren't I?"

"Eh, you're still pretty sexy."

"You don't need to remind me, it's a curse, truly." Jeremiah gloated. He reached down and lifted her chin up. "You've been quite acquainted with my curse. Why not get reacquainted?"

"Ooh, tempting offer. I'll pass." She waved dismissively.

"What? C'mon, at least let me oil you up! And we can see where that goes."

"I'll pass."

Jeremiah frowned, picked up the oil and flipped it over and over. "I'm struggling to understand here." His stubborn nature leaked into his tone, aggression in his voice.

"I've moved onto bigger and better things."

"What do you-"

A lean male walked onto the beach and looked at Jeremiah. "Oh gods no! I thought you left town!"

Jeremiah turned and saw the lean male. "Oh... Jacob... don't tell me..."

"Are you trying to cuck me?"

"Well... I didn't know you two were... well yes then."

"Alright, dick!" Jacob threw up his fists.

Jeremiah said nothing, but shook his head.

"Come at me!"

"No need to make a scene! We're civilized people not beasts!" Jeremiah exclaimed, baffled by his outrage.

"This is for everyone whose sisters you tried to sleep with." Jacob jabbed the air, as if to show off his 2 years of casual boxing.

"Jacob... no..."

As the two began to bicker, Phoebe watched in the distance. She hid beneath the pier, hiding from the torturous rays of the sun. In her suit it would become dreadfully hot and sweaty. That would just end up being unpleasant for her in the long run. She could tempt the idea of a swimsuit, but the images of her wounds swirled in her mind.

She scanned for anything else that would catch her fancy. Although she made sure to memorize Jeremiah's situation to show the team later. Phoebe's eyes diverted to Lacy posing on the beach.

Lacy held her phone up to show her better features with a sultry smirk. She smiled to herself as she adjusted the cleavage. She posed her other hand's fingers in a V and put it up to her eye.