Marie Rose

To say the contest was interesting, and stimulating, was an understatement. The cute gasps and groans both women let out as they smacked backsides against one another. The jiggle of flesh against skimpily covered flesh - but more profound in Honoka's case. And of course they delicious sight of when a round losing beauty emerged out of the water freshly soaked. Shining in the bright sunshine.

The contest was surprisingly even, perhaps a sign as Michael had picked up from the conversation he'd overhead as he approached them, that both women were fighters from a different sport. Combat perhaps? Zack had been bragging a lot about some fighting tournament he'd won to pay for this Island.

Both women were even at two rounds each. Honoka had taken the first just through using her size advantage - her far more rounder and thicker backside having the **** behind it to knock the petite beauty off from the platform. Marie Rose, fresh from her soaking came back to even the score with a cleverly timed side-step allowing a counter butt-bump. If that is the technical term.

Marie scored again, a fake-out counter this time allowing her to send the pink-haired stunner down. Honoka came back out with a gasp - a strap on her bikini top had broken from the energetic combat. Despite that potential major wardrobe malfunction, and having to use a hand to keep her clothing in place, she rebounded and took advantage of the over-confidence of her opponent. A dodge of her own sending the blonde to the edge, where one forceful push with her booty sent her friend down. Coming back up, Marie had a clothing issue of her own - her bottoms slipping down her thigh slightly causing her to have to hold herself in place to avoid exposure.

All the while, Michael watched on with his own hands carefully crossed over his crotch. Hiding the sizable bulge that was pitching a tent from watching the groaning, soaking, jiggling action unfold in front of him. There was security cameras filming every area, right? He made a mental note to slip the security guys a special night pass tomorrow for a DVD of this footage.

In the final round, both women gave it their all. Even at the risk of slipping out of their swimsuits from the smacking of their asses into one another. Neither one giving an inch and craving victory. In the end, Marie Rose was the one who made the bold move. Waiting until her opponent was backing up before she inched forward towards the platform's edge. High risk, high reward. A gamble that paid off as Marie charged back with a final slam, sending her opponent with a yell crashing into the pool.

"Congratulations to the winner, Marie Rose!" Michael announced. Part of him sad the spectacle was over, but the bulge he was covering up showing he was very happy to have seen it all.

"Eeeeeek!" Honoka gasped, coming up from the water with just her head and neck above the water. Her bikini top soon following in front of her as she blushed furiously. "I... I've got to go!" She quickly said, grabbing her clothing and hurrying out of the pool. Both arms covering her large bouncing chest as she made a dash away from the pools back towards the nearest changing cubical or similar.

Showing little concern for the predicament her friend was in, Marie Rose leapt from the platform back to poolside, looking extremely proud of herself even as she still held her bottoms in place. "Well?" She smiled smugly as she stood in front of Michael. "Aren't you going to raise my hand?" She said, but making it sound quite like a demand more than any request.

"O-Of course!" Michael said, having to carefully turn to the side next to her as he tried to still cover himself up. He raised her arm up, watching as with a giggle she hopped on the spot in victory. Before gasping as she had to haul up her bottoms.

"I... I need to go, ummmm, sort this out." Marie said with a hint of embarrassment once her arm was released.

"Of course." Michael nodded, trying to remain as professional as he could and not sneak a peak at her. "The changing booths are just over that way." He indicated with his free hand.

"Right." She nodded, about to turn as she looked over him. "You know, since I won, I..." She started to speak, before her eyes centred with curiosity down at why he hand one hand down so strangely. Those eyes going wide when she got a look at the tent in his pants. "I... Ummmm!" She stuttered, both her and the Resort Manager blushing at the realisation for her and being 'caught' in his case.

"St-stay right there!" Marie Rose ordered. "I'll be right back! Don't. Move!" She ordered, before turning and heading off as quickly as she could while clutching her swimsuit bottoms to herself.

"...Fuck!" Michael whispered to himself as he watched her leave, and not just from having watched that cutely rounded ass of hers swaying as she went. How could this have happened? He was supposed to be professional and a gentleman, but he ended up with a boner in his pants from watching two stunning, young women engage in a Butt Battle! If Marie Rose reports him, there's no way he'll get to keep his job if Zack thinks he's been perving over a guest. Which granted is what Zack does all the time, but that's not the point!

She caught a full enough sight of his package to know he was hard because of her. But what was Michael going to do? Should he stay as ordered and see if Marie Rose comes back to demand something from him to get her silence over this? Or could he risk going after her, seeing if he can somehow explain the situation to her?