Hank, a jock and a bully

Hank revved his motorcycle a few more times, announcing his arrival on the beach. He relished the attention, all eyes on him as he made a show of dismounting, flexing his muscular calves as he launched himself onto the parking lot asphalt. "Where are the sluts at?" Hank declared as he surveyed his hunting grounds. "Let's see what pair of tits I'll let suck my cock tonight." His eyes scanned the beach and alighted on a new type of prey. Over by the rocky section of beachfront, he spotted his nemesis.

Hank stalked down the beach, people instinctively clearing a path for him. He cut a frightening figure and he knew it. Tall and broad, his deeply tanned chest and arms were packed with muscle. He prowled with practiced grace, his corded legs cutting between him and his target. He meant to earn his reputation as a star athlete in college as much as he had in high school.

His outfit was designed to intimidate. Jean shorts tight in the crotch to emphasize his impressive bulge. Spiky blond hair with aggressive red highlights paired with piercing green eyes. A brown leather motorcycle jacket was open revealing gym honed pecs and abs. His face wore what he thought was an enticing smile but looked more like a condescending sneer.

Hank approached confronting Craig with the same competitiveness he brought to sports. He psyched himself up remembering what had brought them in conflict in the first place. It was junior year of high school and he had been going out with Grace Simmons. His face unconsciously turned down in a frown as he stewed on it. They had some bullshit fight at school but when he went looking for her to make up, she was sobbing into that nerd's shoulder. Hank saw red and punched Craig, knocking him out in one blow. He hadn't even been trying to hurt him, but Craig was out of school for a week with a concussion. He never forgave that skinny effeminate punk for trying to steal his girl and Grace never talked to him again.

"Hey lover boy!" Hank hollered sarcastically. He relished in the shock and fear that flashed across Craig's face. Until today, Hank hadn't even realized the two of them had ended up in the same large beach town college. Just seeing him again made his old rage boil up again and he realized he hadn't let go of his grudge.

Craig was frozen in fear as Hank approached. Despite being similar heights, Hank managed to loom over Craig. "College boy thinks he's hot shit. Steal anyone's girl yet, pussy?" Much to Hank's disappointment, Craig didn't rise to the challenge and continued to hang his head with his eyes averted. There was a time that Craig would fight back but repeated beatings had taught him there was no comparison in their physical prowess.

Hank's eyes scanned the environment for clues. Rocky unpopulated part of the beach means he was trying to get privacy. He's wearing that girly shell necklace trying to seem sentimental. And finally, the chick with him. Hank zeroed in, if Craig was any kind of man he'd try to protect his girl.

"'Sup bitch, didn't see you there. Why are you spending time with this asshole?"

"We went to high school together Hank, you know my name's Lily."

"Fuck, this pussy even needs chicks to fight for him. You must not have seen a real man before if you can stand the sight of him. Has he even fucked you yet? He wouldn't even know the first thing to do if he got his hands on a woman."

Hank saw the subtle tightening of Craig's jaw, his hands tighten into fists even if he still hadn't made eye contact. This was working, now it was time to turn up the heat. He glanced at Lily now, wearing a bikini but clearly uncomfortable in it and trying to cover up.

"Nah, I bet miss librarian still has her V card. No way anyone else would want a cardboard cutout of a girl. But fine, as an act of charity, I'll throw you a bone." His innuendo was punctuated by a slow, suggestive hip thrust. "No tits or ass to hold onto but I bet her cunt's tight, right Craig?"

"Shut up!" Lily practically growled. He'd clearly hit a nerve. "You don't know what you're talking about."

Hank's eyes alighted on a flash of gold peeking out of some pebbles in the surf. He reached over and pulled out what turned out to be an ancient golden necklace. He was momentarily entranced by the emerald set into it before he remembered his plan to use it as a prop.

"Let me show you how to be a man, Craig." Hank sneered condescendingly. "You don't even know it's chicks who are supposed to wear the jewelry."

Hank sauntered over to Lily with exaggerated patience. He reached out with the necklace to place it around Lily's neck.

"You give her something shiny, and she has permission to spread her legs like the slut she is."

Lily's hand flashed out grabbing the chain of the necklace. "Craig's not like you Hank."

"That's what I'm trying to say, he wishes he was but he never will be."

"Fuck you, Hank. You don't know how to be a man." Lily spat venomously

"Fucking bitches, man, why the fuck is she mad at me?" Hank thought to himself before rising to his full height. He towered over her and with his neck muscles bulging, shouted back "Fuck you, Lily! You don't know how to be a woman."

Their eyes were locked onto each others as Craig could only watch impotently. Suddenly both figures pulled on the necklace and disappeared in an explosion of magical green light.