“Holy shit, Amy! Twelve out of ten! Twelve!”

“Holy shit, Amy! Twelve out of ten! Twelve!”

I must have made a really ridiculous face because Amy got this huge, shit-eating grin upon seeing my reaction and couldn’t stop laughing. I gestured for her to turn around and show me the back, but she shook her head. I sighed with mock frustration—

“How am I supposed to make an informed decision without seeing your ass?”

“You already said twelve!”

“Pshh, that was just a preliminary estimate. Once I see your ass it might go up to thirteen.”

She giggled, refusing to budge. “I am NOT getting this suit, Ian. It’s way too small! I want to look sexy, not like a fucking clown.”

“Show me how your butt looks!”

“My butt just looks like a butt, it’s completely exposed.”

I playfully torqued my head to the side, trying to catch a glimpse of her ass in the stall’s mirror—but before I could really take it in she slammed the door shut again.

“Bad boy!” she called from the other side.

If the last swimsuit had been too small, the next suit was too big. It was an uber-sexy silver one-piece, with huge holes cut in the sides exposing everything from her bare hips to the sides of her nice, large breasts. The neckline went all the way up to her throat, where it tied around her neck with a black choker.

"And this one?" she teased, quirking a naughty eyebrow at me.