The Bottoms Come Free

As Yvette's head breaks the surface again she gasps for air, trying to turn herself enough to free what ever it is that's snagged on her bikini.

It takes a great deal of effort, but somehow Yvette is able to press herself firmly against the buoy, feeling the wet metal against her body as she struggled again, feeling herself dragged under the water once more,

As soon as she broke the surface the next time, she tugged at the bikini, snapping the strap. Sure it was a shame to damage the bikini, but it was a small price to pay to prevent herself from drowning.

Quickly she pushed off from the buoy, feeling something snagging around her ankles as she finally floated away from it, taking a deep breath and treading water.

As she examined the damage to the bikini it took her a moment to notice that something else was amiss. She allowed one hand to slide under the water, reaching for her bikini bottoms and finding only flesh. Had that been what she had felt around her ankles? She'd lost her bottoms and damaged her top? How was this possible!

She struggled to keep herself from making a sound, spotting the two men swimming towards her. She looked around as frantically as she could, wanting to avoid being caught but the open ocean didn't exactly offer many places to hide.