Can I Help You?

"Hello there ladies!" Michael greeted with a smile. "I'm Michael, the Resort Manager for Zack Island. Can I help you with anything?"

"As a matter of fact, you can!" Hitomi said, hands on her hips as she gave a nod.
"Ah, the Resort Manager?" Kokoro said, bowing slightly out of respect, despite her being a guest. "That explains your choice of clothing. It must be so hot in all that in this weather!"
"You get used to it." Michael responded with a quick chuckle, looking between the two. "But this isn't about me. What do you need help with?" He asked, directing the question to the German.

"We're tied." Hitomi stated as she looked to the other fighter. "Well, we think we are. We've been doing these, Beach Flags races? For a couple of times now... And we both say we're the winners." She added. Michael now seeing up close that both women have sand on their knees, lower legs and on their arms. A sure sign of friendly, but competitive Beach Flags racing.
"Yes... The first two races we had clear winners." Kokoro explained. "I won once, and Hitomi-chan won the second. However the third race we've had to re-do a few times. Hitomi-chan false started once."
"So? You grabbed my swimsuit after that Kokoro!" Hitomi said, shooting the other woman a glare. "If anyone had been around, they would have seen my breasts in full view! You should have been disqualified!"
"That was an accident! I've already said sorry many times for that..." The dark-haired beauty said, bowing apologetically to the other woman.

"So..." Michael said, composing himself after the thought of seeing a big set of breasts bouncing freely. "You need me to be the judge and see which of you two is the winner?" He said, connecting the dots.
"If you would be so kind, Michael-san." Kokoro said with a warm smile as she nodded. "Then we can all be on our way to enjoy this wonderful resort even more."
"You mean on our way when I've left you in the sand!" Hitomi said with a smirk. "This time I'm really going all out to beat you!"
"It will be a challenge I gladly accept and will pass!" The darker haired stunner responded with a confident tone.

"OK then ladies. Give me one moment..." Michael said as he moved across to the course. Quickly setting up the course with a brief smoothing of sand, before pushing the flag to be captured into the sand as the two competitors got to their starting positions at the far end. "Ready?" He called out, and got nods from the women as they took up racing positions. "On your marks... Get set... GO!" He yelled, even swinging an arm for a bit of a show to fit the occasion.