A proposition from Natalie.

Robyn and Emma watched the pro surf competition from a table in the corner of the VIP observation deck provided by Toohey's. Each of them had a cold bottle of beer at her elbow and a key-card to their room at the hotel, courtesy of the sponsor. When Robyn saw a particularly good or bad move, she called out and waved her surfer-girl trophy to add emphasis. Emma was surprised to note that most of the people on the deck were actually watching the surfers, not her full curves or Robyn's taut ones.

"So we've got a little money now, Robs," Emma said to her friend. "What shall we do?"

"We could take a trip!" Robyn said. "But actually, unless we blow it on something like that, I thought it could hold us all summer. We could just follow the waves."

"I can see some advantages in not having to be so hopeful someone will buy us brekkie," Emma said.

"Heh, you just want to be able to hold out for the cutest one," Robyn said. "You'd rather have someone take you out for a meal even if you had one waiting for you."

"Girls!" a voice called. Robyn and Emma looked round. It was Natalie, the swimsuit shop owner whose suits they'd worn to victory in the bikini competition. "I'm so glad to find you. Let me squeeze in next to you, I have something to talk about!" Natalie was wearing one of her shop's one-piece suits with a hat and a cover-up shirt. But with the shirt wide open and the low-cut neckline and high-cut bottom, it seemed quite racy enough to Robyn.

Before Robyn could protest that she and Emma wanted a little time to enjoy the glow of victory together, Natalie sat down next to her, pressing her bare leg up against Robyn's. Robyn felt her body go hot all over at Natalie's touch, flashing back to the dressing rooms where Natalie had casually reached under the crotch of Robyn's suit and fingered her to orgasm.

Emma pressed up against Robyn's other side, leaning toward Natalie to hear her proposition. Robyn blinked. And Ems had done it to her too, right before the bikini competition. Right outside, Emma had put her oily fingers in Robyn's bottoms and tossed her off where anyone could have seen.

"Did you get a little sun, Robyn?" Natalie asked. "You look rather pink under your tan."

"Um, I've had a couple or three. Beer can do that to me," Robyn fibbed. She looked at Natalie's fingers.

Emma tipped back her head and drained her Toohey's. "So what's there to tell, Natalie?" she asked. "Do you want us to wear your suits into another competition?"

"I think one is fair all I can take," said Robyn.

"No, nothing like that," Natalie said. "I have a friend who is looking for people for a movie. He saw you both in the bikini competition and Robyn in the surf competition, and he asked me if I could introduce him?"

"So where is this fellow?" Emma asked, scanning the crowd on the VIP deck.

"He's busy with some meeting or other the rest of the day," Natalie said. "But he wanted to know if he could talk to you tomorrow."

"What's he want us for?" Robyn asked.

"He's looking for actresses who can surf, at least a bit, and for surf coaches and technical consultants. And surfing doubles for the lead actresses. I think he wants you both to do a screen test, though I think he might have been looking at Robyn as a coach and surf double."

Robyn and Emma looked at each other. Emma raised her eyebrows. Robyn started to giggle.

Emma poked Robyn. "Stunt girl!" she teased. "They'll make you ride on an exploding surfboard."

"And they'll tie you up so I have to rescue you," Robyn teased back. "You do the helpless act so well."

"So what do you think, girls?" Natalie asked. Robyn felt Natalie's leg shift against hers.

"Truth to tell, this day has just been too much," Robyn said. "Let's talk about it tomorrow."

"That would be just fine," Natalie said. "He's talking to some other people as well, so I think you could just drift in. Can I take you girls out tonight to celebrate our victory?"