Meet The Host

Walking in with Scott at my side, I notice a decent number of people have already arrived on the private beach, many looking over at me curiously. I feel Scott wrapping his arm around me, holding me tight around my waist. I smile back their way, relaxing against his side, the warmth of the sand in stark contrast to the cool spring breeze.

I felt him slap my ass with his hand, even as he held me tight to him. I giggled softly, noting the smiles aimed my way. As we walked past a couple, a woman whispering, "Did he bring a date or a sub?", to which I caught a whispered reply, "Who says they can't be one and the same, my dear?", followed by her giggling back, punctuating her reply by gasping and crying out in pleasant surprise.

He led me to someone in the centre of the crowd, who turned his way, smiling, "Scott! How lovely to see you accepted the invite! And you brought a plus one, too! She's easy on the eyes." He chuckles, and I hear the sound resonate with several people nearby, clearly paying close attention to the antics. "I know how much you love eye candy." Scott retorts, causing several chuckles in reply. I let out a gasp as his buddy, likely the host, placed his hand on my left cheek. I found myself beaming back, excited by all the attention.

He held his hand there for several seconds, before letting it fall down to my bust, casually grasping my nano bikini in his hands, turning it softly before declaring, "Too bad she's wearing all these clothes!"To which the crowd let out another round of chortling laughter. He casually pulls the strap off my left shoulder, his smile never leaving his face, "Don't worry about that. I'm sure we'll be seeing more of her real soon.", to which the crowd once more giggles and chuckles at the exchange. I toss Scot a glance, who simply shrugged, smiling back my way, his enjoyment clearly written on his face.

Standing before him, I smile back, even as he plays absentmindedly with my top, the thin string on one side doing nothing to hold it in place. The top falls down with it, my nipple peaking playfully out, and quickly I notice several members of the crowd trying to peek a view. I wink back, turning my gaze back at the host. He lets go of my top, and the string falls down to one side,

He blinks several times before shouting, "But I'm getting ahead of myself! Come, I have paid for an entertainer, and you're just in time to attend!" The crowd cheers at that, and as we follow, I steal a glance at Scott, who simply shrugs before tightening his grip on me. I smile back, feeling my top slowly falling further down, slowly revealing my breast, including my nipple, but just then I'm a bit too distracted to care.

He leads us further along the beach, and soon we see someone standing before us. Unlike his guests, he's formally dressed, and with a broad smile, he seems ready to put on a show. We all walk up, and he waits for us to all walk up. With a flick of his wrist, he performs a few quick tricks of the hand, the crowd smiling and laughing with each act. He bows, his voice booming once more as he declares, "And now, not to keep you waiting any longer, I will be needing a volunteer for a trick of the mind. Who will be so brave as to volunteer, hmm? Maybe our new lovely guest, hmm?"

The crowd laughs, and I catch a glint in his eye as he looks over at me, before turning his gaze around, lookking about, even as I wonder if he's already decided on a inivigual to 'volunteer ' for him. I felt Scott give me a squeeze, leaning over and wispering, "You should speak up.... common, what do you have to loose?"

I smile back at him, amused and inqued at what he has in mind, even as I find myself wondering if he wasn't planning on this from the start....