Robyn's convinced.

Robyn rolled her eyes as she listened to Emma go on about why they should both enter this bikini contest. Finally, the lithe blonde relented.

"Okay Emma, okay! We'll enter!" Robyn pouted pursing her slightly sun-chapped lips. Emma grinned happily at her.
"Though if I finish last, I'm gonna kick your ass!" Robyn smiled a little smile as she brought her leg up behind her and swung it over to playfully swat her surf buddy on the butt with her extended foot.

The pair resumed walking down the small town street. "You know, if I'm really to have a chance, I should have a decent suit to wear," Robyn informed her friend. "You have plenty of nice ones, but mine are all faded from sun and salt from wearing them surfing all the time."

"You're right, Robyn, but without money," Emma started, until she saw a poster in another shop window. This poster, though, is devoted to the surf competition's bikini contest.

The brunette grabbed Robyn by the arm to stop her as she continued reading the poster. "This swimwear shop here is a co-sponsor of the contest. Maybe we could make an arrangement with them and get you a new suit!"

"You really think they'd do that?" Robyn asked querulously.

"There's only one way to find out!" Emma answered pushing on the glass door to 'Splish-Splash'. Robyn dutifully followed.

The little bell on the steel-framed door's handle tinkled as the two entered and walked through the racks of primarily women's swimwear.

The thirty-year-old woman that owned the shop spied them from the counter before the pair noticed her amidst the retail displays. She licked her lips like a cat discovering it's next meal as she appraises the two young beauties. As pretty as the two of them were, they were quite different from each other.

The brunette had a lush tumble of hair past her shoulders and a yellow floral top that struggled to contain her jiggling boobs. Her bare belly showed between the top and a very short denim skirt. Her curvy legs lead down to delicate brown sandals.

Her friend beside her seemed to be her physical opposite. The woman's mind strayed for a moment, wondering how closely opposites might attract. She eyes the pretty blonde. Fine, sun-bleached hair was pulled back in a simple ponytail to reveal chiseled Scandinavian features under an Aussie tan. Her trim torso was revealed by a simple black bikini top and boy-cut shorts. Her tautly muscled arms and legs were on magnificent display.

The girls made eye contact with her.
"Hello ladies," the woman smiled walking out from behind the counter to greet the pair. "Are you looking for a suit?"

"Well, we are," said Emma taking the initiative. "But we're a little strapped for cash."

The shop owner tried to hide her disappointment. "How can I help you?"

"We were hoping to enter the bikini contest and saw you helped to sponsor it. I wondered if you would be interested in sponsoring my friend somehow in return for a swimsuit?"

"Well, I'm not sure how that would work, especially at this late date," the attractive shop owner said trying to think of a way to keep these beauties from leaving so soon. "But you know," she said rubbing her chin thoughtfully. "I was going to use my salesgirls to hand out business cards prior to the event. Would you be adverse to wearing one of my tee shirts and distributing my flyers in exchange for a suit for each of you?"

Emma and Robyn looked at each other, delighted at the turn of events. "Yes, yes!" they agreed.

"Great!" said the woman, delighted to be outfitting these lovelies. "With your looks and my suits, one of you is bound to win. I'm just glad I'm only a co-sponsor and not a judge!"