The loose trunks

No way in Hell you're spending the weekend with everything shrink-wrapped and on display. It'd be like wrapping yourself in steak and throwing yourself to a wolf pack like Ava's crew, or in front of a grizzly bear, if it was Dana who saw you.

You hold the trunks up to your waist to compare, and think 'I'll just have to be a little extra careful. Maybe double-knot the string. Triple-knot. Quadruple?'

"Um, excuse me?" You call to the woman behind the counter. She doesn’t look up from her phone. “Hello?” The clerk raises her head, brushing a shiny, jet black lock of hair out of her eyes, before looking back down.

“Need something?” She asks. You walk over to the counter and she scoots her phone away underneath. It looked like she was… texting someone? A little annoying, but not enough to snitch on… ‘Raven’, according to her nametag. Her shirt isn’t so low-cut as the concierge’s was, but now that you’re close enough you can see it’s been tied up to expose her midriff and pierced navel, reinforcing how lax the dress code must be for the staff here.

“Do you have this is any other sizes, in the back or something?” Raven just shakes her head. “… Will you be getting any more of them this weekend?”

“Nnnnnnope,” she says, laying one arm on the counter and using the other to prop up her head, “Sorry bud, we were letting the stock dwindle before the next batch came in, new design, y’know? No more in ‘til Monday, since no one who’d need ‘em was supposed to be here ‘til then anyway.”

“Great,” you mutter, reaching for your wallet before Raven puts a hand up.

“Look bud, tell you what, you can just like, have the trunks. They weren’t gonna sell anyway, and honestly, it’s no skin off my ass, y’know?”

“Oh!” You try not to stare at how she definitely wiggled her hips a little when she brought up her ass, “well, uh, thanks!”

“All good! Good luck with those,” she chuckles to herself, “and good luck getting the locker room to yourself, too.” You’re still smiling at the discount, but your brow furrows in confusion, which Raven picks up on, which only makes her chuckle more. “Like I said, there weren’t supposed to be any guys here, so for the weekend, both dressing rooms are open to ladies. Makes it faster for all of you to get changed, y’know?”

“Oh!” You say, and blink once. “Oh. Oh, damn, I uh, gotta run, then,” Raven nods with a smirk.

“No kidding!” She says, “‘specially since you took your time picking between the suits, huh?” You just turn, offer another quick thanks and bolt for the door, hoping that check-in has stalled the girls long enough that you can snag some privacy. Raven just waves and beams behind you. “Enjoy your weekend, cutie!”