Chapter 2: Building Tension
Next thing she knew, Layla was standing alone in the palatial bathroom of their villa, the coolness of the marble underfoot somehow emphasizing her nervousness. How did I get myself into this?
The lush quarters of the villa loomed over her like a dark cloud. The bedroom she was currently in had more masculinity oozing from it than she knew what to do with. The four poster bed was flanked by sleek, dark wood furniture. For a few moments, she debated whether she should leave or not. Her heart raced in her chest as she stood awkwardly just inside the bedroom door.
"I think I should go home," Layla mumbles, suddenly more aware than ever of the bust of her breasts and the smallness of the bikini. "I'm sorry, Mia... but I feel uncomfortable around these guys."
Mia prances in her own black swimsuit, shrugging off Layla's concerns like they're last season's fashion. "It'll be fine, silly. Trust me!" Mia's grip was unyielding as they made their way back, the lascivious bounce and juggle of Layla's breasts a living nightmare.
But Layla's plea's ended in a yelp as Mia playfully propels her forward, right into the lion's den . The surfers were gathered around the pool, bellies gleaming with beer, grinning like a pack of wolves.
"There you are, sweethearts," sneered a tall blond who introduced himself as Justin. "We've been waiting for you."
Layla's eyes darted between them, trapped like a mouse in front of a pack of ravenous hunters, she couldn't find a way out.
"So, you're the famous gymnast, huh?" Justin's eyes trailed down her body, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. "I swear, I've never seen a more beautiful woman."
Layla's heart pounded in her chest as he stepped closer to her, his body hovering mere inches from hers. "I-I'm sorry, but I don't even know your name," she stammered, her mind racing for an escape route.
"It's Justin," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. He trailed a finger down her arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake.