With two arguing skater chicks

Working retail and all, you usually avoid arguments outside work, getting enough confrontation on the clock and all. But something about the two beauties screaming at each other. "Fuck you Steph!" the shorter of the two bellows, one side of her head shaved, probably a week or two ago judging by how much hair has grown back in, the rest a chin length dagger swept away from the shaved side, all of it neon pink. She is wearing a skimpy camo bikini top that barely contains her modest B-cup breasts, a vibrant, almost pornographic mermaid and pirate themed mural tattoo starkly contrasts her pale white skin, covering her left side from mid thigh, under her asscheek-devouring torn-off daisy-dukes and up to her shoulder. Shes currently waving two halves of what must have been her skateboard angrily at the other girl, face a splotchy red with anger.

"Oh, real mature Em." the other girl drawls, leaned up against the boardwalk rail, her intact skateboard rested against the rail opposite her irate friend. This girl is a platinum blonde with a bob cut, black undertones scattered throughout, with a heart shaped face that betrays at least a little asian in her ancestry at some point. But not recently, judging by her D cup tits barely contained by a cutoff t-shirt that dangles from her perky, probably pierced nipples showing the barest hint of underboob, and hangs loosely off her right shoulder, showing that that arm has at the very least a sleeve. Her lightly tanned skin is further accented by her belly button stud and a barbel piercing over either hip bone, her lower half barely covered by a plunging low cut red tie string bikini bottom that starts just barely at her mons, with just enough cloth to keep her legally decent.

They were probably out on a skate teasing guys, when something went wrong. From the sound of things, the argument is swiftly closing in on the ugly, brutal, friendship ending type of affair. Good thing for them your such a nice guy. "Is there a problem ladies?" you ask smoothly as you walk into the wide bubble the rest of the crowd had subconsciously made leaving the two angry, most likely fiery-tempered punk babes.

"The fuck do you care?" Emily snaps at you, nearly taking a chunk out of your skull as she swipes half of what was once her skateboard as she swings to turn an impressive emerald glare at you, ruby red nose stud glinting in the sun.

Steph rolls her pale blue eyes "Great, real mature Emily. Take a swing at some poor guy whose just trying to help. I don't even know why I even put up with you anymore."

"Don't worry about it, I work at the shop back that way, and happened to notice the two of you when I started my break. Any way I can help?" You keep your cool as you continue to work your way into the argument as a mediator. This is so far from your first rodeo that you can turn nearly any social situation to your advantage, and as a result are pretty fearless about things like this.

"Yea, unsnap my skateboard! Get her to lose 100 lbs and pull the stick out her ass." Ouch, still, that would probably put the pale girl at almost two hundred pounds if the insult had any truth to it, and your judging her actual weight right. Emily just wings half of her skateboard at the other girl, who lazily dodges, letting the wood missile wheel off to plant in the sand below. Good thing its not a crowded part of the beach below.

Steph turns to Emily, inflating to her full height, so, maybe your chin, but she looms over the slighter girl, her features now shifted from dismissive annoyance to true fury. "Girls! Girls!" you step between them, holding your hands out to push them apart "Your both old enough to know better than for two friends to solve issues with arguments like this."

Emily steps closer to you, hands planted on her hips, completely ignoring the fact that she pushed her tit into your hand in her anger "Oh yea? how should two 'friends' like us" she puts a nasty sneer to the word friends, almost causing you to wince "solve an issue like this? I damn near broke my neck trying that jump _she_said was simple, and I'm the better fucking skater."

Grinning like a demon on the inside, cool as a cucumber to the world, you decide to use your privilege as a gift to the beach "With a cock milking contest of course." you calmly drawl out, glad the beach is full of people dressed revealingly enough to just go with it once you get it started "After a handful of orgasms both of you will be in a better mood, and the one that's in the right will be clear as day."

Steph chuckles "And how do you expect us to keep count of how many loads we take while we're getting fucked five ways from Friday?"

"And how are we gonna keep it fair with the glory hole queen over there?" Emily adds, both already having accepted your solution because... reasons. their probably to mad to mention whatever weird chain of events led to this coincidentally being okay.

Then your solution walks by, clipboard in hand, in the form of a mousy, shy brunette who 'owes you' for the hander she gave you for hitch hiking a ride from you when she ran away from her parents place a few months ago on her 18th birthday, mostly courtesy of you having had an at the time topless Amanda take her shirt off and open her jeans for you. "Hey Mina, could you do me a solid?" you shout, and the little asian, just as short as Emily, but with even more modest features than the pale skater.

"Sure John, what is it?" She chipperly replies as she scampers over. "I was just trying to take some surveys, but since I owe you one and all..."

You gesture at the two still, angry, but increasingly calm girls behind you "I'm helping these two girls settle an argument by setting up a fuck off. Its a best two of three, spread across most loads dumped in ass mouth and pussy. They need someone to keep count for them and explain the rules to the guys as they line up." At that, you notice more than a few guys divert their course to start forming a line. Right out front your shops big full wall window too. Perfect.

"Right, like anyone's gonna believe its a fuck-off with the counting bitch dressed like that." Emily scoffs, looking the conservatively dressed asian up and down, her hip length black hair ruffling in the breeze a bit.

Steph pushes her hopefully soon to be friend again towards the blushing asian "Well, get her up to standards then while I start in on the first guy." wheeling to you, and stripping out of her top, revealing a damn near sheer bikini top, clearly part of a set with her bottoms, which drop to the boardwalk with a tug of a string. Without further ado, Steph squats down, opens your pants and starts sucking your cock. And shit, Steph was right, this girl is a pro. Mouth like a vacuum, humming all the way down, tongue swirling. For the next few minutes the world damn near whites out as she facefucks herself on you, two fingers darting in and out of her snatch. Your absently aware of Mina squawking and protesting in the background, but as Stephanie's expert blowjob brings you closer and closer to the edge, you cant be bothered to check whats going on.

A set of slender hands pulls you out of Steph's warm vacuum of a mouth, and you want to protest until you see an equally nude Emily, standing in front of Mina, stripped down to her frilly lace blue boy-shorts 'counting bitch' sharpies above her perky a-cups 'off limits' below them. Damn, you had been so close, and are starting to run low on time for your break. "We both get a shot at the first guy Steph, fairs fair." Before she plops down on the bench they had been standing by, and spreads her legs, before shifting them and locking her ankles behind her head. On either inner thigh she has a tattoo of an arrow 'welcome' inside the right thighs arrow, and 'all' inside the left.

With an invitation like that you cant help but slam your saliva wet cock home into her pierced pus. Emily moans, and clenches her pussy down around you, not breaking eye contact as she bites her lips, clearly trying to finish you off before you can give the first 'point' back to Steph. As you start rapidly sawing your cock in and out of her slender, wet box, some guy walks up next to you, pins the other punk chicks leg against the railing, his cock already balls deep in her. "Thanks for getting these two to have a fuck-off man, they've been going up and down the boardwalk teasing guys like this for over a week now. How longs the contest run?"

Well, your shift ends in four hours, so "Four o'clock, that way I'll be off work to help tally up the scores to see who won." Both girls eyes bug out, somewhere between fear and lust, until something clicks in their brains, and its pure lust and joy. God its good to be you some days. You hear the slapping to your right speed up as Emily starts doing her best to rock her hips in to you, squeezing down on you with her vaginal muscles as hard as she can, clearly eager to win. "Hope your on the pill." you whisper to Emily as you hilt yourself and blow your load deep in her welcoming snatch.

"Inside dammit or it doesn't count!" you hear Steph complain, the first guy to take her having pulled out to blow his load on her firm stomach, though another one slamming into her asshole cuts off any further protests. The guy that just pulled out to splatter her puts his cock away and pulls his phone away as another guy takes up his spot in her still fresh box.

You spot a guy climbing on to the bench to start facefucking Emily, the guy behind him in her forming line clearly contemplating having a dudes ass in his face vs getting inside a hot punk chicks tight puss. You walk over to Mina, and add "And remember, you need to count, so you can edge all you want, but no orgasming for you until after the contest is over." patting her on the ass before turning to head back to work. Your pretty sure you heard her acknowledge you, but hey, gotta pay the bills somehow.