Robyn.

Robyn smiled sweetly to Larry as she headed towards him through the ever-thickening crowd of the surf competition's after party. From the look on his face, it seemed to the young Aussie lass that he approved of her change in wardrobe.

"Something wrong there, Larry?" Robyn asked, enjoying the appreciative once-over from the handsome blond Lager Representative. "You look a little perplexed," she added with a winsome smile as she stopped before him.

Ruffling the hair at the back of his head with one hand, Larry answered, "I was just wondering what the most beautiful lady in the room was doing standing with a bloke like me. Just look at you!" he complimented, now running his hand over the stylish cornrows Emma had done for her.

"Oh, thank you, Larry!" Robyn responded, trying to hide a blush under her deep tan, but failing. She leaned in and gave him an affectionate peck on the cheek.

As Robyn did, she took a moment to enjoy the manly scent of his cologne. It was almost as intoxicating as his piercing blue eyes. "You clean up pretty well yourself!" Robyn teased, glancing her baby blues over the crisp white dress shirt and black jacket and slacks he had changed into since leaving him after the competition's end.

"Oh, well, thanks," he said, not sure how to answer. "Still a company man, though!" he smiled, fingering the 'Toohey's' pin on his lapel. "Thanks for coming to the party as well. I know it has been a long day for you," he said gazing into Robyn's eyes fondly.

"Thanks for the invite. I hope you don't mind me not drinking the sponsor's product," Robyn asked with a nervous giggle as she held up the champagne glass she had taken from a server's offered tray when she and her surf buddy Emma had entered the hotel's patio lounge to join the party.

Larry watched the little bubbles effervesce in front of Robyn's little button nose as she took a sip and laughed lightly as he reached for a glass off a similar tray. "I won't tell if you won't!" he said, putting a finger up to his lips for a second before he took a sip of bubbly himself.

After a little small talk, Larry asked, "Would you like to hit the buffet table, before these surfers clean it all out?" He thought for a second, then laughed. "Oh, sorry, Robyn, I didn't mean…"

"That's all right, Larry. You're right. This surfer girl's so hungry she could probably eat through the line!" Robyn responded, rubbing her taut tan abdomen. "Let's go!"

Minutes later, the couple were finishing the meal they had brought to one of the little white linen-covered tables in the corner, a frosted candle globe providing most of the illumination as they stabbed the last little bits with their forks.

As they chatted quietly over the increasing din of the raucous crowd, Larry told Robyn, "I didn't know when to bring this bit of business up, because I didn't want you to feel you owed me anything. Fact is, even if you or Emma hadn't shown up tonight, we would've tried to contact you before we left tomorrow."

"What do you mean, Larry?" the little blonde asked, voicing some concern.

"It's nothing bad, Rob, in fact it's quite wonderful, I hope!" he said, bringing his hand across the table to rub hers.

"We, Barry and I, had a little teleconference with the higher-ups at the Toohey's ad agency. They loved the pics we sent of you and Emma and told us to offer you two the position of Toohey's reps on the surf circuit. You would wear the sponsor's swimwear in promos with the competition's winners, that sort of thing. The pay isn't grand, but you'd be put up for your stay and the like.."

"So we'd get paid to follow the surf tour? Sounds ideal to me! Have to talk it over with Ems, though," said Robyn, her eyes lighting up.

"Mmm, she seems a little busy right now, though," Larry said, eyeing the busty brunette in the opposite corner. As a matter of fact, it's getting quite crowded all around. Would you care for a nightcap under the stars?"

"I'd love it, Larry!" Robyn beamed, placing her small bronzed hand in Larry's bigger, tan one and leaving the table with their now empty glasses in hand. As they made their way through the happily chatting crowd, Larry grabbed a small bottle of champagne, giving his glass to Robyn to hold.

As the pair stepped out the opened patio entrance, into the beachside sand, Larry helped to prop Robyn up as she slipped off her stiletto heeled strappy shoes and held them by their thin leather straps along with the stems of the champagne glasses in one hand as she still clasped Larry's hand in the other. Larry, meanwhile, had grabbed a large towel from the pool's supply and tossed it over his shoulder.

'Mmm,' Robyn thought as she looked into the eyes of the taller Larry and felt her hand in his as her little toes once again luxuriated in the feel of sand between them, 'could it get any better than this?'

"Well, I'm afraid there are no stars," said a somewhat disappointed Larry as he looked up into the dark, cloud-filled sky. The party's rock music began to fade into the background as they continued to walk closer to the beach. The waves were still crashing hard, the foam phosphorescing before them.

"You're wrong, Larry," purred Robyn quietly as she let go of his hand to grab his lapel and turn him towards her. "You're my star. I can't remember when I've felt like this last. You've treated me so wonderfully today, it's been heaven. Why don't we just sit here awhile?" she asked, comfortable near the crashing waves.

Larry spread the towel wide over the sand, and the two made themselves comfortable on it. "If that's what you'd like, Rob. Remember, you owe me nothing for..."

The impish Robyn put a little finger against his lips. "Let's just enjoy the moment, Lar," said Robyn as she undid her glittery sarong and sat on the white terry, patting a place next to her.

Larry happily joined her, uncapping the bottle, letting the foam fall to the sand. He filled the glasses Robyn had carried and they sat back to enjoy each other's company near the breakers.

"I've got a naughty idea!" giggled the little blonde as they cuddled on the beach towel.