"And no swimming naked!"

“Got another one,” says Chad, with satisfaction, as Beth, Lily and Kitty bolt squealing through the crowds for the safety of the women’s change rooms. They’ve been locked up, of course. “How’s that machine coming along, Melvin?”

“I-i-i-i-i-it’s working great, boss!” Melvin has a bowl cut, big round coke-bottle glasses, a stutter and a bow tie. “J-j-j-j-j-just make sure it doesn’t get wet!”

“Get wet? Melvin, this is a water park.”

“Oh, no!”

“And no swimming naked!” shouts the lifeguard, after the three departing bare bottoms. She’s a tall suntanned ponytailed blonde in a bright red bikini, named Samantha. She puts her hands on her hips and shakes her head as she watches the nude girls disappear. “I hate nudity, okay! Nudity is wildly inappropriate for a waterpark! You don’t want to know what’s going to happen to the next person I catch around here who’s naked!”

There’s a crackle of electricity, and her bikini flies off.

“EEEEEK!”

The park’s full of lifeguards, all of them women, all of them about as attractive as Samantha. They sit in high chairs at the edges of pools, exposed to the attention of all the swimmers. They all wear bright red bikinis. Perhaps because these bikinis are especially dense in bikini energy, the slowly expanding anti-bikini field gets to them first.

More eeks go up.

The naked lifeguard girls squeal and turn bright red. The only way to get down from their high chairs is to climb down a ladder, very slowly.

It’s not long before they have company.

First, all the red bikinis in the park fly off and disappear. Then, all the yellow bikinis do. Then, all the pink ones. Then, all the American flag ones. Each time it happens, a new group of girls suddenly find themselves stark naked in public, exposed down to their tan lines for all the boys to see. The girls’ changerooms are still locked, of course, so there’s nowhere to hide.

“Melvin! Turn it off!”

“Um… why, boss?”

“Because… oh, right,” says Chad, as three curvy brown-skinned beauties in green Brazilian-flag bikinis are stripped stark naked right in front of his eyes. They squeal in unison and cover themselves, but he’s already got an eyeful of their plump dark-nippled breasts and the tan-line triangles framing their black bushes. When they turn around, he gets to see their delectably plump round bundas, as well. “You know what? Don’t worry about it.”

“Yes, boss.”