Investigate immediately

Zoey sighed, blushing as she looked to the door. On a hook near the knob, there were a few backpacks stuffed with important items the lifeguards needed on their person. “If I don’t go, and some big fight starts up, I’ll never hear the end of it...” Zoey said aloud, already on her way out the door. With each step, Zoey tried to convince herself that what she was doing was not all that unusual. She told herself over and over again that what she was wearing was not much less than some of the lifeguard outfits available, and certainly covered more than the bikinis many women wore to the beach.

When the sun hit her skin as she left with the backpack draped over a single shoulder, Zoey took a moment to adjust to the sunlight as she was temporarily blinded. The ATV she had been designated gleamed in the sunlight, as if beckoning Zoey to come forward and ride her trusty steed into the sunset. Zoey tried not to think much further about her predicament, hoping to drown the thoughts of being slightly underdressed for her job in the sounds and speed of the ATV. A few cranks and a key turn later, Zoey was speeding her way down the beach, looking down the coastline for anyone in immediate danger more pressing than her current emergency.

While on the way to the scene, Zoey had some time to think for herself. She had willingly stepped onto the scene of her job in her underwear. In most other professions, such an act would be humiliating and raise many questions. Passing by many beach goers who lived in her town, Zoey could see string bikinis, speedos, thongs, and one suit bottom that seemed to perfectly detail the exact shape of the girl’s ass. She felt lucky, in that there was so much exposed skin on the beach there was no way anybody would give her more than a thought. Her bra and panties (while designed in such a way that their cloth make-up and style made it obvious she wasn’t wasn’t wearing a suit), still covered a great deal of her body, so Zoey was able to try and salvage some level of positivity from a mildly unfortunate situation.

As she arrived at the volleyball court, Zoey recognized a few faces at the court from high school, and rolled her eyes. In typical fashion, 2 groups were arguing over rights to the court, one arguing it’s right to continue use while another argued its right to overtake use. Two boys were being physically held back from each other, indicating that Zoey had arrived shortly before something more violent would unfold.

“Whoa! Whoa! Hey, let’s chill out. No need to get too crazy over a game.” Zoey exclaimed as she parked her ATV to the side of the court.

The lead man who was being held back on the left seemed to calm himself, coughing into his hand for a moment. “Sorry about that. You still working lifeguard huh? Who would’ve thought Zoey wouldn’t have left the island for some rich hunk in New York yet...“

Zoey rolled her eyes. “Yeah. Whatever. Someone called the cops saying you two were gonna fight? What happened?”

The man on her right angrily shouted in her direction. “They’ve been on this damn court for 2 and a half hours! It’s about time we took a turn!”

Zoey turned back towards the calmer man on her left. “Is that true? That’s a pretty long time to play volleyball. But why not share? You both have a relatively decent amount of players. 11 between all of you.”

The calmer man raised his eyebrows. “They only want it to be a stakes game. Us against them for the court. But the problem is, we’re short a player! I’m not agreeing to start the game with less players than the other guys, and it isn’t fun to play and make the other team stop. Kinda takes all the fun out of it.”

The angrier man on Zoey’s right laughed sarcastically. “If there’s no stakes then I don’t see a point in playing. Why play a game for fun with someone who tried to tell me to beat it when I first started talking?”

Zoey could sense that the dilemma was starting to escalate again, and tried to think of something she could do. “One team doesn’t want to play for court rights, and the other wants to play for keeps. One team is lower on players, and the other refuses to intermix teams...” Zoey murmured aloud to herself, as both parties continued to bicker with one another.