Humiliated

"Crystal, believe me when I say you have no problem with the way I speak, and believe me when I tell you that you won't question anything weird that happens."

"Sure, Michael. Of course."

"Believe me when I tell you, that woman is going to trip, and her bikini bottoms will pop off, and she won't notice. Believe me when I tell you no one will tell her, and believe me when I tell you that any time she complains, her voice becomes very high pitched and comical and no one can take her seriously."

"Wow, I can't wait to see that."

The woman starts to walk towards the volleyball players, when she trips and lands on her hands and knees, causing her bikini bottoms to pop off. She gets up and looks at the laughing young people. "Look, you are making far too much noise!" the woman says in her high-pitched squeaky voice.

"Believe me when I tell you she has no idea why her voice sounds that way, and it frustrates her."

The woman crossed her arms. "Stop laughing at me!" she screamed, but her voice only caused the young people to laugh louder and take videos of her with their phones.

"I'm going to the lifeguard tower!" she yelled, growing more frustrated at her ridiculous voice.

"That's so funny!" said Crystal.

"Believe me when I tell you her husband is going to tie her up, gag her, and fuck her up the ass tonight, and she's going to feel degraded but it'll cause her to orgasm like mad."

"Deserves an ass-fuck," says Crystal. She and Michael watch the woman stomp off towards the lifeguard tower, the other beach goers gawking at her exposed crotch and ass.

"Good luck having Greg and Hannah take you seriously, bitch," said Crystal. She took off her shorts and put on a pair of sunglasses. She leaned against Michael. "This date is off to a great start."

"I can make it better," said Michael.

"Hmmm, how so?"