Baywatch Ch 01

All Characters in this story are over 18

I had just graduated from high school, and I had no intention of going to college. I've known since I was six years old that I was going to be a lifeguard. I grew up literally across from the beach in Malibu, and I've swam in the ocean every single day of my life. I took six years of junior guards growing up, and then in high school I swam competitively, as well as captaining the water polo team to two state championships. I knew I had the resume to apply to be a lifeguard anywhere in the country, so I looked everywhere. Most of the best lifeguard jobs were around where I grew up, but one town a few hours north of me kept coming up.

I asked around, and read some reviews about this beach, and was amazed I had never heard of it before. Every single review I read was either saying that the lifeguards had indeed saved a life, or just going on about how hot they were. After reading the twelfth review just going on about the absolute babes working at this beach, I knew I had to check it out. I called them up first, and a young attractive female voice answered.

"Hello, this is Jenna."

"Hi, Jenna," I said, trying to sound professional, "my name's Chris, I'm hoping to apply to work at your beach."

"Ok, I should probably tell you though that we have a very strict application process, and we take on very few new guards. Have you been a lifeguard for very long?"

"Well, actually I just graduated from high school," I said, and could hear her make a noise on the other side, "but I took six years of junior guards in Malibu, and I won state medals in swimming and water polo."

"Wow," she said, sounding genuinely impressed, "well in that case why don't you send over your resume and application, and I'll tell Bonnie about you, and she'll call you back if she's interested."

"Okay, that sounds good," I said, knowing it was the best I would get, and then we traded emails and fax numbers.

I sent over my application and all my information not long after hanging up, and waited anxiously for the phone call. When ten o'clock rolled around and I still hadn't gotten it, I figured it wouldn't come until tomorrow, and cracked a beer. The next day I got up early, not wanting to miss the call, but it didn't come until well after noon. I was sitting around watching TV, wondering if I was even going to be called, when the phone finally rang.

"Hello," I answered hopefully.

"Hi, is this Chris?" an older female voice asked.

"Yes it is," I said a little nervously.

"Hi Chris, this is bonnie from coconut beach, Jenna told me you called, and I looked over your resume. I have to tell you we've never taken on anyone right out of high school, but you seem to be one hell of a swimmer. I know it's a bit of a drive for you, but I'd like for you to drive up and spend the day with us, and we can see if you'd be right for our beach."

"That's not a problem at all," I said excitedly, "when should I come up?"

"How about this Friday," she said after a moments pause, "you can see what a busy day looks like."

"That sounds great," I said.

"Good, I'll see you then, have a nice day," she said, and hung up.

Once off the phone I went back online and started looking at pictures of the beach. It didn't take long at all to notice that almost all of the pictures I could find were of the lifeguards rather than the beach, and for good reason. All of the lifeguards seemed to be incredibly attractive, and very busty women. I only found one picture of a guy lifeguard at this beach, and it was from the nineties.

Most of the pictures seemed to be of one extraordinarily hot blonde. In some of the pictures she had on a sexy one-piece red suit, and in the others an even sexier red two-piece. It didn't seem like any of the bathing suits she wore were quite big enough to contain her stupendous rack. All of the girls I was seeing in the pictures had huge tits, but this one blonde had the biggest tits I'd ever seen. Her waste also seemed impossibly small considering her massive chest and ample ass. I wondered if I would get to meet her on Friday, and it wasn't long before I was blowing a nice big load to the images of this blonde.

When Friday came around, I got up at five o'clock, and was on the road not long after, wanting to get there before the beach opened at eight. The drive was beautiful and pleasant. There was almost no traffic, except drive through Santa Barbara, and I listened to old beach vibe music the whole way. I pulled into the beach at seven thirty, and parked outside the guard station. I had been in plenty of guard stations already, and could tell this one had the same layout. I walked over to where the help desk would be, rather than going straight to the locker rooms.

As I walked around the corner, I was pleasantly surprised by the attractive young blonde sitting behind the desk. She looked up as I walked over, and gave me a warm sexy smile. I couldn't help but sneak a quick glance down as I approached her, and was pleased with what I saw; she certainly didn't have anything on the girl from the photos, but she definitely had a nice rack. She also had a very cute face, and short yellow blonde hair.

"Hi, there," she said with that sexy smile, "we aren't open until eight, so you'll have to wait to go for a swim."

"Uh, actually I'm Chris, I'm here for an interview I guess," I said awkwardly, not totally sure what I was here for.

"Oh, hi Chris," she said cheerfully, "I'm Jenna, we spoke on the phone earlier this week."

"That's right," I nodded, "nice to meet you Jenna." I stuck out my hand and she took it in her own soft hand and shook.

"Bonnie probably wont be here until after ten, but she asked me to show you around and introduce you to the girls," Jenna said, and stood up to show me in.

"Uh, are there only girl lifeguards here?" I asked.

"Yep," she answered casually, "I mean we have had guy guards, but not for a few years now."

"Uh, why not?" I asked, wanting to know if I should avoid something.

"I guess nobody has met Bonnie's physical requirements," Jenna answered, and let me in.

"What kind of physical requirements?" I asked, feeling confident that I would meet them.

"Well," Jenna began, "let's just say that bonnie has very special physical requirements that all of her guards have to meet, even the girls. Here are the locker rooms."

Jenna opened a door, and led me into a normal looking locker room. There were two rows of six lockers, half of which didn't have a nametag on them.

"We only have one locker room for the guys and girls," Jenna said, "it hasn't been a problem since it's been so long since we had a male guard, but I'm sure it will be fine. Basically you'll just have to wait if someone else is in the shower."

"Ok, uh, how will I know if someone is in the showers?" I asked.

"Just walk over here," Jenna said, walking over to one of the walls," and if someone's in there you'll hear it, like right now."

I walked over to where she was standing and sure enough, I could hear the clear noise of a shower running, as well as a beautiful female voice singing hotel California. We both stood there for a moment just listening to the harmonic tones of whoever was singing.

"That's Jessica," Jenna said, "she sings like all the time."

"I can see why," I said as I listened, "she has a great voice."

"Aw, that's so sweet," Jenna said girlishly, "you'll totally have to tell her that." Jenna turned away and started walking towards the far door, "why don't I show you the main tower while the girls finish up."

Jenna led me out of the locker room, out onto the beach, and then up the ramp of the big tower. She showed me around; it was nothing I hadn't seen before, just a normal lifeguard tower. So far the only thing I could see that made this beach special were the lifeguards themselves. Once she had shown me the tower, Jenna led me back down towards the locker room. When we reached the door Jenna knocked three times, and then again two more times.

"One sec," a voice called out, and then a few seconds later, "okay come in."

Jenna opened the door, and we walked in, and I caught my breath for a second. Standing in front of the lockers were two absolute bombshells. The one closer to us was as pretty as any girl I'd ever seen. She had a perfect face, accentuated by the most gorgeous piercing blue eyes. Her long brown hair was slung over her shoulder in a wet heap. She only had a towel wrapped around her perfect looking body, and her massive tits made it so the towel barely covered her ass. I caught myself staring at her chest, and looked up to see her giving me a knowing and approving smile.

Standing a little behind the gorgeous brunette, was a gorgeous blonde, whom I was immediately intimidated by. This girl wasn't cute like Jenna, or beautiful like the brunette I was already hoping was Jessica, this girl was smoking hot. She had the kind of face that belonged in magazines. Her bone structure looked like it was carved from stone, and she had sexy green eyes. Like all the other girls she had a very nice rack, though not nearly as big as the brunette's, but definitely bigger than Jenna's. Without a doubt though, this girl's best quality had to be her long sexy legs and perfect ass. She had to be at least 5'9, and had amazingly long toned and tanned legs, leading up to the biggest, roundest muscular ass I had ever seen.

"You must be the new guy," the blonde said with a snide laugh, "good luck."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, feeling a bit nervous now.

"Don't worry about Claudia," the sexy brunette said with a comforting smile, "she likes to be a bitch sometimes. We're sure you'll do fine."

"You can call me the bitch," Claudia said with a sneer, "but I'm not the one lying to the kid. You know damn well he isn't going to pass Bonnie's physical, no guys do."

With that Claudia turned, and walked out of the locker room towards the beach. I couldn't help but watch her perfect ass sway sexily as she walked away. I still didn't know what kind of physical requirements this Bonnie had, but I was beginning to wonder if I would meet them.

"So, uh, just what exactly are these physical requirements that no one else can pass?" I asked Jenna and Jessica.

"Well," Jenna began, her face turning a bit red, "there are the usual physical requirements, like swimming and running, which you'll definitely pass, and then there are some other, body oriented requirements."

"Body requirements," I repeated, understanding beginning to don on me, "wait, do you mean?"

"Haven't you noticed that all of us girls have at least one thing in common?" Jessica asked.

"You mean?" I said slowly.

"That's right," Jessica nodded sympathetically, "the girls have to have a certain bust size, and the guys have to have a certain, well, I'm sure you can guess."

"Are you telling me that in order to work here I need to have a certain size dick?" I asked incredulously, expecting them to laugh at me and tell me they were joking.

"You catch on quick handsome," Jessica smiled, "it's a shame that Claudia is probably right."

"I mean this sounds both unethical, and probably illegal," I said slowly, "but I think I can still meet the requirements."

"Oh really," Jessica smiled, and looked down at my shorts, "so you're pretty big down there huh?"

"Uh, well, I didn't think it was going to be relevant to getting a job here," I said awkwardly, "but ya, I am pretty big down there."

"Well in that case, why don't we get you into your suit," Jenna said excitedly, "that way we can get an idea of just what you're packing."

"Okay, you girls are messing with me right," I said hopefully, "I don't really have to have a certain size dick to work here?"

"We're completely serious," Jessica said, stone faced.

"Here we go," Jenna appeared at my side, holding out a tiny looking red speedo. I took it from her and held it up; it looked like it would fit a ten year old comfortably.

"You're joking right," I said again, "you don't really expect me to fit in that thing, do you?"

"Does it look like this suit fits me?" Jessica asked as she came out of the shower with an extremely tight red one-piece suit on. Indeed, her suit looked to be several sizes too small, and it barely held her massive tits in. I looked over to Jenna, hoping she would say it was a joke, but she just held out the speedo to me. I took it with a sigh, and walked over to the showers to change. I took off my pants, and boxers, and pulled the tiny suit up my legs. I barely managed to get it up my legs, and then I realized I was going to have to find a way to stuff my dick inside it.

It took nearly five minutes, but finally I managed to get myself all the way in, without anything hanging out. I looked down, and felt my face burn red; it was impossible to mistake the large bulge of my cock, and I knew I was going to have to show the girls. I walked out of the shower with my head down, not wanting to look them in the eyes.

"Wow," Jenna said as soon as I came out, "that looks hot."

"Even if you do have a big enough dick, that isn't the only requirement," Jessica said, looking down at my speedo with a smile on her lips.

"Seriously, what else?" I asked, getting a bit annoyed now, and wondering what could possibly be next.

"You'll have to wait for Bonnie to find that out," Jessica laughed, and walked out to the beach.

"Don't worry," Jenna said with a sexy smile, and reached out and rubbed my arm, "even if you don't pass the test, you'll still enjoy it a lot, I'll make sure of that."

Jenna gave me a sexy wink, and then walked out to the beach as well, leaving me standing in the locker room in my ridiculous new speedo. I didn't know what the big test was going to be, but I was beginning to get an idea. It seemed pretty obvious at this point that something about the physical requirements was sexual, and now it seemed like Jenna might be involved, which sounded good to me. I slowly walked out onto the beach, my face burning with embarrassment at wearing such a revealing swimsuit.

I walked over to where Jenna was sitting by the tower, and sat down next to her. The beach had opened an hour ago, but no one was really there yet, just a few people walking along the sand. There were two surfers off to our left, so we kept an eye on them, and waited for Bonnie to arrive.

Around ten o'clock a beat up red pick up truck pulled in next to the guard station, and a blonde woman stepped out. I could see from my far vantage point that she had one of the biggest pairs of tits I had ever seen. Other than that, all I could see was that she was in shape, and had long blonde hair.

"That's Bonnie," Jenna said, "you better head over there, she'll want you to start your physical. And then I'll see you later for your other physical." Jenna winked again as I stood up, and I was sure that the test was going to be something sexual with Jenna. I ran over to the station, trying hard not to get a boner from thinking about Jenna. When I got to the station, I knocked once, and then opened the door.

Bonnie was standing next to her locker, already in her uniform. I was expecting Bonnie to be the standard the other girls all had to meet, but she was clearly the queen bee. She was tall like Claudia, with even longer and tanner legs. She was wearing a two-piece suit, which showed off her incredible abs; she had by far the most toned six-pack of any woman I had ever seen. Thankfully she didn't have huge man arms, but was still in great shape. Her face looked amazing; she had a great nose, and a great mouth, and great eyes, she looked perfect. Her tits were insanely huge, like two big soft melons. I tried not to stare, but I could already tell that they were real.

"So," Bonnie said loudly, snapping me out of my trance, "you must be Chris. I see the speedo fits, that's good."

I wasn't sure what to say; my speedo was clearly way too small, but that seemed to be the norm around here.

"Did Jenna have you do any physicals yet?" Bonnie asked, still looking my body over.

"No," I said nervously, "I mean, just the speedo."

"Good," Bonnie smiled at me; I had look away she was so hot, "I'm going to start you with three laps from tower one to tower fourteen, you better get started."

"Okay," I nodded quickly, "by the way, thank you for the opportunity mam, I really appreciate it."

"You're welcome," she smiled at me, looking genuinely flattered. I headed out to the beach, and started running towards tower one. As soon as I got there, I started running the beach. I passed Jenna at tower three, and Jessica at tower eight, and then Claudia down at tower twelve. When I got to tower fourteen I turned around, feeling great. I ran back down the beach two more times, waving at the girls on each pass, and then headed back to the station, beginning to feel tired.

"Over here," Bonnie shouted to me from tower three, and I changed directions. I jogged over to where Jenna was sitting in the shade, and looked up at Bonnie, hoping this was the part where me and Jenna did something.

"Good job on the running," Bonnie smiled, "now for the swimming. You can start here, and then swim down to tower ten, and back to one, and then back here."

I just nodded, already dreading the long swim ahead of me. I jogged over to the water, and dove in and started swimming. I didn't get to smile and wave at the girls this time, I just swam through the water, hoping no sharks approached me. I was tired from the long run, but I am still an excellent swimmer. It took me almost thirty minutes to finish the whole thing. When I got out of the water, and started walking up to the tower, I was definitely feeling exhausted.

"Very nice Chris," Bonnie smiled encouragingly at me, "now it's time for the last part of your physical, and this is the most important part."

She turned around, and walked into the tower. I looked around, and noticed that Jenna wasn't sitting in her spot anymore. I took a deep breath, and headed up for what I knew was going to be something difficult. I stepped inside the tower, and it took a second for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. Once I could I see looked around, and my mouth dropped open. Jenna was sitting on the desk, with no top on. Her big perky tits hung out in the open, and right away I felt my blood begin to stir.

"Okay Chris," Bonnie said from beside me, making me jump, "as I'm sure you've noticed by now, we have certain standards and requirements at my beach. All the girls have to meet a certain bust, and all the guys have to meet a certain length, which so few do. From the looks of it you just might be able to meet that standard, but that's only half of it. You see every lifeguard in this station, has sex with every other lifeguard, which means that we have to be able to meet each other's sexual needs. So why don't you go ahead and pull that big dick of yours out, so Jenna can get started."

"Are you serious?" was all I could manage to say. This seemed way too good to be true, impossibly good. This blonde goddess was telling me that if I could meet Jenna's sexual needs that I would get to fuck all of the other amazing girls who worked here.

"Very serious," Bonnie said, seriously.

"So if I can make Jenna orgasm than I get the job?" I asked, looking over at Jenna, who was smiling at me.

"That part will come later, hopefully, but this is more of a test I'm afraid, Jenna is going to give you a blowjob, and you have to stay hard for a minimum of thirty minutes."

"You can cum though," Jenna added excitedly, "we just have to make sure you stay hard."

"So, I have to," I started and then stopped, still confused by how amazing this all sounded.

"That's right," Bonnie nodded, "now take that speedo off."

I reached down and pulled the tiny speedo off, and my already hardening cock flopped out.