The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden glow across Bikini Beach as Bunny and Blaine reclined on their thrones—oversized lounge chairs sculpted from polished driftwood and decorated with vibrant tropical flowers. Both were decked out in scandalously tiny swimsuits that left little to the imagination. Bunny’s neon-pink bikini barely covered her curves, the strings tied in precarious bows at her hips, while Blaine’s gold lamé speedo clung to him like a second skin, every chiseled muscle on display. They sipped oversized tropical cocktails from coconuts adorned with miniature umbrellas and sparklers, their matching rhinestone crowns catching the last rays of sunlight.

The entire beach had gathered around them, chanting, “King Blaine! Queen Bunny!” A line of eager beachgoers, oiled and glowing, stood before the royal couple, awaiting their commands.

Blaine leaned back, his abs rippling as he stretched, his free hand lazily draped over Bunny’s large tit. “What do you think, babe?” he drawled, his voice smug and indulgent. “Who should rub sunscreen on us today? That gal looks like she’s got skilled hands.”

Bunny giggled, swirling her drink with a neon-pink straw. “Ooh, good call, Blainey. But maybe we make them compete for it? Like, the best massage gets to join us for our sunset soak!”

The beach erupted into cheers at the suggestion, and several contestants immediately began demonstrating their massage skills on each other, vying for the honor.

Bunny turned her attention to a group of women in matching bikinis who were diligently scrubbing a line of jet skis nearby. “You missed a spot, sweetie!” she called, twirling her finger in the air. “Those jet skis have to shine—like, I want to see my reflection in them!”

The women scurried to comply, and Blaine laughed, his voice rich and commanding. “You’re ruthless, Bunny. I like it.”

She batted her lashes at him, her lips curling into a playful smirk. “I learned from the best, King Blaine.”

Their subjects continued their duties—washing, serving drinks, and setting up an impromptu dance floor near the water’s edge. The atmosphere was electric, a never-ending party fueled by glitter, foam, and endless adoration for the reigning royalty.

Blaine took a long sip of his drink, his gaze scanning the beach. “We could host a glow-in-the-dark volleyball tournament tonight,” he mused. “Or maybe a couples-only coconut oil wrestling match. What do you think?”

Bunny tapped a glossy nail against her chin, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Why not both? And throw in a midnight slip ’n slide competition for good measure.”

Blaine nodded approvingly, his arm sliding around her waist. “That’s why you’re my queen, babe. Always thinking ahead.”

As they lounged, beachgoers approached with offerings of fresh fruit, garlands of flowers, and more drinks. Bunny accepted them all with gracious waves and air kisses, reveling in the attention. Every touch of glitter on her skin, every whispered compliment about how exotic and stunning she looked, fueled her confidence. She belonged here—she was meant to be here.

The hours passed in a haze of laughter, music, and indulgence. The horizon turned a deep shade of orange, the sky streaked with pink and purple as the sun dipped below the waves. Blaine shifted in his seat, turning to Bunny with a lazy grin. “So, what do you want to do now, Bunny?”

Bunny opened her mouth to answer, but for a fleeting second, something flickered in her mind, the last time that someone would do so.  Her smile softened, her head tilting as if she were listening to a distant whisper.

“Just be happy that I made the right decision,” she said, her voice carrying an uncharacteristic weight, a quiet certainty. Then she winked into the camera.  

The End

I hope you have enjoyed Bikini Beach: My Dumb Bikini Summer

By

Emily Safeharbor

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