Bewildered, to say the least.

"Hi there, ladies! Name's Chris," the tanned, chiseled, completely oblivious surfer boy introduced himself while sitting down cross-legged next to Jamie's towel. "What's yours?"

"Mine's None Of Your Business," Addie said, voice dripping with acid. "Her's is Buzz Off."

"Haha, good one! Love a girl with a sense of humor," Chris laughed, winking at Addie. "Seriously, never heard that one before."

"I'm not joking. Leave ... us--"

"A-aren't you one of the guys that kicked m-- kicked some guy of the beach a few days ago?" Jamie blurted out, barely catching herself before she said too much.

"What? Oh, that pasty little dweeb that was ogling the girls? Sure did," the beach boy answered, his cocky smile becoming even wider.

"Wow, aren't you a real hero..." Somehow, Chris missed the sarcasm in Addie's voice. She obviously wasn't impressed by his story of performative heroism.

"Thanks! I do what I can, can't let those pervs get away with shit like that."

"B-but wasn't that kinda mean? You... you totally humiliated him!" Jamie's heart raced as she spoke to one of her tormentors. Back then, she'd only watched! Did she really deserve to be shamed like that?

"Sure, but his kind only learns like that."

"His kind?" Addie seemed less amused by the second, which was impressive considering the blonde hated Chris' guts from his intro line alone.

"Yeah, you know, dorks that'll never get a girlfriend 'cause they just stare at girls like creepers!" Chris laughed, and suddenly Jamie was filled with a cold fury, all her fear and nervousness gone. This goddamn hypocrite was hitting on them despite their obvious disinterest and had the gall to call her a creep? Chris needed a lesson. One that stuck. Shooting a glance towards Addie, she saw the blonde furiously typing away at her phone, an intense expression on her face. No immediate support coming from her, Jamie decided to set her plan into motion.

"Yeah, totally. What a l-loser!" The futa cringed internally as she insulted herself. But if she wanted her plan to work... "Listen, uhm, could you... help me with something? I... I think I... lost something over at the changing cubicles. Maybe you can help me search for it?"

"Eey, if a lady needs help, I'm the man to call!" The expression on Chris' face made it more or less clear what he was expecting to happen at the shed.

Addie's head shot up and the blonde opened her mouth to protest, but Jamie laid her hand on the other woman's arm and winked.

"Can you wait here and tell Mom? I'll be back in a sec."

"... Alright. But are you sure about this?" Addie looked doubtful.

"Absolutely. Chris deserves something special, I'd say." Said surfer dude was already getting up, barely paying attention to how ominous Jamie made the seemingly innocuous words sound. Addie on the other hand perfectly caught the futa's intentions, and her eyes became huge.

"That... that's not a good--"

"Relax, I'll make sure it'll be alright."

"Jamie, we don't know what--"

"Yoo, you coming?" Chris had already set off towards the changing cubicles, turning around halfway to call out to Jamie.

"Yeah, give me a minute!" Jamie replied, before turning back to Addie one last time. "I'll get some more info out of him before I do it. If it's too dangerous, I'll just leave him behind and Monica can chase him off or something."

"You're insane, you know that?" Addie still seemed apprehensive, but a spark of mischief was beginning to burn behind her eyes. Apparently, Jamie's idea was beginning to grow on her.

"No, I'm furious. And he'll get what's coming to him."

"Not like he doesn't deserve it. Just... be careful, alright?"

"Can do." Jamie gave her friend a thumbs-up and began walking towards the visibly impatient Chris. "Comiing~!"

Once she had reached the surfer, they began walking towards the shed, making a bit of small-talk to pass the time. Jamie found out a little about her unsuspecting suitor: He was room mates with the guy that had manhandled James and had then been manhandled himself by Addie's amazonesque mother, having moved into town a few years ago to go to college. Chris took great pride in his chiseled looks, flexing a bit more than was necessary or in good taste. And he was completely self-centered; Jamie barely got a word in edge-wise as he rambled on about how awesome his life was, how many parties he'd visited in the last weeks... If anything, Chris succeeded in making Jamie surer than ever that she would definitely go through with her plan.