Taxi back to the hotel

Reluctantly, she started the long walk to the taxi rank. She stepped off the beach, onto the main street, channelling all of her anger and embarrassment into squeezing the handle of her beach bag.

Suddenly, amongst the smartly dressed shoppers and diners of the main street, she felt completely exposed in her beachwear. She tried to avoid eye-contact as much as she could, looking up only to navigate, but she could feel stares, particularly at her behind. She felt the blood rushing to her cheeks.

As bad as having to walk through a busy street wearing nothing but a bright red bikini was, for Nadia it was nothing compared to having a bouncing, Kardashian-scale ass branded with the word 'DADDY'.

Luckily none of them, in this beachy resort town, would recognise her as one of the most decorated magic enforcers in her home city. To that extent, she was able to relax, but it did nothing to make the experience less degrading.

She was just a message. A homing pigeon. She wondered how many non-magics were treated like this every day; treated like play-things for the privileged magic wielders. As she watched a woman slap her boyfriend, presumably for watching, she wondered who they thought 'daddy' might be.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the bulk of her panties finally slipping between her oversized cheeks. She tried to discretely pull them out, trying to regain coverage of as much of her butt as possible, but within a few steps it had slipped back between her cheeks, exposing her again.

At least it kept her mind off of her arousal for now. She texted James, asking him to meet her at the hotel.