Exactly what it sounds like.

Even through the spunk-induced pink haze clouding his mind, Chris brows scrunched up in confusion as he looked at Shawn.

"Wha... wha' do you mean... roun' two?" Chris speech was more than a little garbled with his tongue hanging down to his breasts.

"That was the best damn BJ I ever had," Shawn rumbled, wrapping the hand not busy molesting Chris' breast around his spit-slicked cock and rubbed the head against the crotch of the surfer's pants. "Least I could do in return is fuck you senseless."

Instantly, adrenaline chased away the warm, happy feeling enveloping Chris, the surfer's eyes snapping wide open as he withdrew his tongue. Sucking Shawn off was one thing, getting boned by a guy was out of the question. Chris didn't even have the right equipment!

"Uh, no, seriously, I'm..." Chris stammered, trying to push Shawn away. But while the surfer was definitely fit, his muscles chiseled by workouts and swimming, he stood no chance against the frat bro's quarterback body. "No, really, I don't--"

"Don't worry, it'll fit!" Shawn laughed, completely misinterpreting the surfer's fear. his hand trawling down from Chris' breast over his toned abs, inching ever closer to his waistband. "You won't be able to walk once I'm done with you."

"No!" Chris shrieked, mortified at how scared he sounded. But if Shawn shoved his hand into Chris' pants and found not a dripping pussy, but a sticky cock, covered by the seed the surfer had spilled and barely noticed while mouthfucking himself on Shawn's cock... "Let me go, I don't want..."

"Shut it!" Shawn snarled, grabbing Chris' wrists to keep him from pushing against the frat bro's pecs. "They're gonna hear you. Why are you trying to play hard to get now? You just sucked me off!"

"I'm not--"

Before Chris could finish, the door flew open and slammed into the wall with a sharp crack. Unable to see what was happening due to Shawn's broad chest blocking his view, Chris yelped as he was suddenly yanked forwards - because someone had yanked Shawn backwards.

"Let. Go. Of. Her." A dark, feminine voice growled, filled with barely restrained fury. Turning his head towards it, Chris saw the amazonian woman that had been dancing out in the bar direct a murderous glare at Shawn.

"What the fuck, bitch?" The frat bro seemed absolutely unfazed by the fact that the amazon was half a head taller than him and that his was still standing at attention for all to see. "Mind your own fucking business!"

"She said no, so I'm making this my business," the amazon hissed at him, her fingers digging into his shoulder. "This is gonna end one of two ways. Either you let her go yourself, apologize, and then I'll call the cops on you..."

"Right, as if. What'cha gonna do if I don't?" Shawn scoffed.

"OR I'm gonna make you let her go, throw you through one of these cubicles, then through the bar, and then I'm gonna call the cops on you."

"Suuure," the frat boy drawled with a cocky grin. "That I wanna--"

Before he could finish, the amazon delivered a short, powerful jab into Shawn's lower ribs, knocking the air out of him and loosening his grip. Grabbing Shawn's wrists, she yanked his hands away from Chris, making the surfer stumble forwards, and then shoved the frat bro away and into one of the cubicles lining the wall. The resulting crash echoed through the restroom. Shawn shook his head and steadied himself on the plywood before directing a murderous glare of his own at the amazon.

"Now you did it, bitch," he snarled. "I don't hit women, but you barely are one."

"Get a new insult," the amazon replied, squaring up before pointing at Shawn's crotch with her chin. "And put that thing away."

Indeed, Shawn's cock was still out and about, only slowly softening as the frat bro cursed and stuffed it back into his boxers. While he was distracted trying to fit the engorged member through his fly, the blonde that had been dancing with the amazon hurried into the restroom, using her partner's back as a shield. Quickly stepping over, she took the terrified Chris in a half-hug and began to lead him out of the room. A loud yell followed by a crash and the sound of splintering wood made the surfer jump.

But not as much as when he suddenly found their way blocked by Shawn's two Alpha Tau Zeta buddies just as they had moved away from the door - a thin guy an in a dress shirt and slacks and one impressively average man with a ponytail.

"Hi there, ladies," the over-dressed rake of a man asked with a leer, straightening his tie. "Where are you off to?"

"Away from your asshole friend," the blonde spat, trying to sidestep the pair, only to have them move and block them again. "And from you. Please let us through."

"Wow, how rude. You ever hear a 'please' sound like 'fuck you' before, Trev?" Rake Man asked, turning his head to Mr Average before fixing the blonde with a calculating stare. "How about you share a drink with us as an apology? Shawn can join us as soon as he wipes the floor with your muscle-bound friend."

As if on cue, a yell followed by yet another crash sounded out behind them, and Chris jerked around, afraid Rake Man's prophecy had come to pass. Instead, he saw Shawn, bleeding from a few shallow cuts, pick himself up from the floor while the amazon stepped out of the restroom cracking her knuckles, sporting an impressive black eye.

"You think you got me?!" Shawn roared, charging towards his opponent with one fist ready to strike. The amazon side-stepped his frenzied attack and rammed a punch into his mid-section that pressed the air out of Shawn's lungs with a loud 'whuff'.

"Shit," Rake Man cursed behind Chris, and suddenly the surfer felt a hand grab his upper arm roughly, pulling him around. Before he could even comprehend what was happening, he heard a hissing sound and Trev suddenly started yelling bloody ****, collapsing to the ground as he clutched his face. The blonde turned to Rake Man who was squeezing Chris' arm hard enough to bruise and raised a small cylinder in her fist.

But before she could bring what Chris realized had to be pepper spray to bear, someone had already stepped behind Rake Man and twisted his free arm on his back, a swift kick in the back of the knee making him collapse. Free again, Chris fled behind the blonde who was brandishing the pepper spray like a gun and saw one of the tourists standing behind Rake Man, keeping him subdued with practiced ease. Only now did Chris recognize the man: Last time he had seen him, Günther had stared at Chris in shock as the surfer had painted the changing cubicle at the beach white.

Now, Günther's face was determined and grim. After shooting a glance towards where the amazon now had Shawn in a chokehold, he kicked Rake Man down, keeping him pinned to the ground with one knee.

"Gertrude, ruf die Polizei!" He yelled to his - presumably - wife, completely ignoring the sobbing Mr Average next to him and then turned his head to Chris and the blonde he was hiding behind. "Are you girls ollrite?"

"Y-yeah, thanks," the blonde replied, slowly lowering the pepper spray. Chris didn't say anything, his mind a blur of disconnected toughts.

"Very good," Günther said in his thick German accent before turning back to Rake Man. "Vill you behave yourself if I let you go?"

Rake Man groaned, but nodded jerkily.

"Ollrite then." Getting up, Günther's knees popped a little, making the portly man wince a little. Keeping an eye Rake Man, who merely sat up and seemed to wonder how a middle-aged German had gotten the drop on him, Günther stepped over to Chris and the blonde. "I sweah, zose ruffians... but no worries, my wife ollreddy called ze police."

"Thank you for your help," the blonde replied with a smile and turned towards Chris with worry in her eyes. "Are you alright? He didn't do anything, did he?"

Chris shook his head numbly. What had even happened? How had things gone south so suddenly? He'd almost been... Without warning, tears welled up in his eyes, and wracking sobs tightened his throat. He felt himself pulled closer to the blonde as she hugged his head against her soft breasts, stroking his head while she whispered soothing words.