After finding himself locked out of Rio's apartment when no one answered her doorbell, Hank drove to the bar where Teek had taken Anna. Although Teek was gone, he found Anna, wearing a blazing white bikini she had borrowed from one of Sue Marie's Tropical Beach Bikini teammates. The bottom half fit her well enough, with a wrap-around string holding up the backside, tied in front with a pretty bow.

But the top was another matter, for it was at least two sizes too small. She looked ready to pop out of it in an instant, should she so much as look down at her feet. A quick glance around the room revealed the reason why. Anna outweighed every other girl in a bikini by at least fifteen pounds, with most of them weighing far less.

"Don't touch me," she said as Hank approached. She shot a glance at a security guard. "It's against the rules." She then got paperclip close. "But you can help me with these sneakers I got from Sehrish."

She stuck a foot between his legs to get him to look down. As he backed up to do so, she purposefully stuck her rack in the spot where his nose was heading. All he saw was cleavage, scented like jasmine rice. That and a nametag sticker with 'TSUN-TSUN MA' written on it, pasted to her left breast.

"Nasty Little Devil?" Hank read, translating the Japanese.

"Nasty Demon," Anna corrected. "Or 'Prickly' if you prefer. But you came closer than anyone else to guessing my name, so you get a sticker!"

She dug in the left cup of her bikini for one of several round, beer-bottle sized stickers she had hidden there. It said 'Tropical Beach Beer' and after pulling it out, she further entertained his nose by adjusting the lay of her boobs, using both her hands.

She peeled off the sticker's backing and massaged it onto his chest. "This isn't the shirt we picked out for you," she said while running a fingernail around his nipple, where she had placed the sticker.

Hank grinned. "Aika wrecked that one too."

"Un-huh. Did she throw you in the dirt again?"

"She threw me in the tub."

"Un-huh," Anna said more sarcastically. "And you just kinda fell in."

"I'm telling you, Anna…"

"Don't call me that. Can't you see my name?" She again stuck her tit near his nose. "I am Tsun-Tsun Ma."

"You should give that nametag to her when you're done. She truly is a little devil."

"I'm Nasty Demon, Mister. Now let's get back to my shoes. I can't reach them while wearing this bikini, so you're gonna do it for me."

He bent down to do her bidding. "Lace them tighter," she instructed him. "Unlike Leanne, whose feet are too small, Sehrish's are too big. They feel like they're gonna fall off."

"Speaking of Leanne," Hank said as he labored, "I need to borrow her key. The one she loaned to you for her place."

Anna spoke dismissively, yet sexy as hell. "Oh. And why is that? Your little so-and-so has you locked out?"

"Anna…"

"Tsun-Tsun Ma. But you can call me Beautiful." Hank rose from having completed his task, and she put her lips as close to his as she dared. "That is, if you are still my Sweet Tea."

"Each day and every day, Beautiful," he countered, licking his lips at the thought of a kiss.

"Listen, you gotta buy a beer from me, or I have to move on." She spoke loud enough for the security guard to hear. "We are only here to serve Tropical Beach Beer!"

A phalanx of six nearby men broke rank, and from within it appeared Sue Marie. She wore a fuzzy brown bikini, along with enough gyaru make-up on her face to make her look like a raccoon. She squealed the instant she saw Hank and squeezed her way past the men.

"Oh, this ought to be good," Anna said, knowing her best friend coudn't lay a finger on Hank.

Sue Marie clasped her hands behind her back, pinching her elbows in tight. Her platform clogs clacked on the hardwood floor of the bar as she hopped up and down on her toes. It was obvious she had her bikini top taped to her gumdrop nipples, for her constant bouncing made her breasts jiggle so much that they would have fallen out of their nut-sized cups if she hadn't.

"Oh Hank! What brings you here?" she asked, her eyes darting between him and Anna.

Sue Marie's nametag was professionally made, and clipped to a strap on her top. Her constant motion made it hard to read, as it kept flopping back and forth.

"Hello… ah…" Hank said as he tried to read it, a grin growing on his face.

His eyes darted towards Anna as well. "She's Squirrel," Anna said, before adding, "as if you didn't know."

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"Yeah!" Sue Marie squealed. She held still for a moment and used both hands to press her nametag to her chest, thrusting it towards Hank. "I'm Squirrel!"

"Hello Squirrel," he said. "Tsun-Tsun Ma has something I need to borrow."

"Only for a moment?" Anna teased. "And then you'll give it right back?"

Hank rolled his eyes and shuffled his feet before staring at the ground. "Well, you know what I mean."

Sue Marie had not a clue as to what was going on. Unlike Anna, she wore a set of insulated holsters on her hips. Although empty at the moment, each one looked capable of holding a long neck bottle of beer.

Hank broke the tension by commenting on her attire. "I like your gun holsters," he said.

Sue Marie giggled while fidgeting with the holsters slung around her hips. "These aren't for holding guns. They hold beer!"

"These are for holding our guns," Anna said, grabbing her meaty tits.

Hank snorted on a laugh while Sue Marie leaned in close. "You know we can't touch?" she asked. "Right?"

"The fact has never made me happier."

She leaned in even closer, until a gumdrop nipple brushed his chest. "Good," she whispered, quiet enough for only him to hear. "Because just so you know, if we could, I'd wrap my legs around your face and ride you like a bull."

He snorted again. "Yes. Well. Like I said. Never happier."

Anna used her body to bop Sue Marie to a more respectable distance from Hank. "Apparently," he surmised, "Bikini Girls can touch each other?"

Anna pretended to adjust Sue Marie's tiny top, when what she really did was tweak her nipples. "All the time, Sweet Tea," Anna replied while making Sue Marie squeak. "All the time."

"Oh!" Sue Marie exclaimed, bouncing her very hardest. "Let's take a shower for him!"

On a platform atop a mountain of coolers stood a showerhead that looked fit for a pool. "We can't," Anna informed her. "He hasn't bought a beer."

"That's right!" Sue Marie turned her raccoon eyes upon Hank. "You have to first buy a beer."

He dug out the money he needed from his wallet and offered it to Anna. "I can't serve you," she informed him, as she was underage. She struck a waifish pose. "I'm just a little girl."

Sue Marie swatted Anna's big butt. "Get a beer, Tsun-Tsun Ma," she instructed, taking the money from Hank. "I'll serve him!"

Anna produced a bottle of Tropical Beach Beer from a cooler in the mountain and handed it to Sue Marie. She took an opener from her holster and popped off the cap.

Both of them watched Hank take a swig. "Okay," he said. "So what's next?"

"It's customary for you to tip us if you want us to perform," Anna said.

With his wallet full of money from Milton, he gave each of them twenty dollars. "Is that enough for a show?"

"Oh yeah!" Sue Marie said, overjoyed. She took the money Hank had given Anna and, along with her twenty dollars and the money for the beer, folded it all up carefully before sticking it into a satchel she had tied to her bikini bottom. She then scampered up a staircase in the back of the cooler mountain, leading Anna by her hand.

The water that flowed from the shower on the platform was no more than a mist, with its spray strategically angled to not get anyone very wet. But it still produced enough water for Anna and Sue Marie to slicken their bodies. The coolers hid the platform they stood on, and rose to a height that prevented onlookers from seeing anything below their waists.

It soon became clear why. A collection of bikini bottoms were hidden in the shower as part of the show, kept away from the view of the crowd. As Anna and Sue Marie pretended to go down on each other, they produced a pair of these hidden bottoms that closely matched the ones they wore, hanging them on hooks attached to the coolers. Now acting like they were half-naked, they groped each other and played with their bodies, much to the roar of the crowd.

They took turns shoving the other one down below the sight line of the crowd, making ahegao faces while pretending to have oral sex. They ground against each other with fury, so much so that twice they had to stop to let Anna stuff her tits back in the cups of her too-small top. Sue Marie tried her best to prevent anyone from seeing Anna bare-chested, but from the eruptions of the crowd, she was only partially successful at best.

After about five minutes, they wound down the show by hugging and rubbing noses. Anna turned off the water and they pretended to put their bikini bottoms back on. They bowed to cheers and applause from the crowd before grabbing fluffy white towels with the words 'Tropical Beach Bikini Team' written on them in letters as big as could fit. After wrapping the towels around their bodies, Anna grabbed a second towel to use on her hair, as its length got the ends soaked. She wrapped that towel in a turban on her head as she and Sue Marie descended the stairs, still receiving applause. Sue Marie resupplied her empty beer holsters as Anna grabbed four more bottles, holding two in each hand.

Leaving Hank alone, they disappeared into the crowd to sell the beers. After a few long minutes, Anna reappeared, heading towards the coolers to retrieve more beer.

Hank got in her way. "What?" she asked politely, as he stood before her speechless.

"Anna…" he began.

"I'm Tsun-Tsun Ma, you ninny."

"Tsun-Tsun Ma. You are more of a woman than I ever thought you could be."

She took his compliment as a slight. "Oh really?"

"You've shown me things about yourself that I never would have expected."

She awaited better praise. "Uh-huh."

He delivered. "I am in your debt, for all you've done for me, and for all I know you'll do."

He bowed as low as he could without bumping into her, as she had taken a step forward to bring them closer together. He kept his eyes cast to her feet while continuing his praise.

"Beautiful Anna. Tsun-Tsun Ma. My dancing demon girl. You are my PEP Counselor, and have offered to serve me as… to be a…" He searched to recall her exact words. "… to be my Alsatian on a chain, but I am forever in your debt."

He rose his head just enough to be able to see her chin. "All you need do is command me."

Anna's chest glowed crimson red. She towelled off her hair to distract herself from her arousal.

"Follow me," she said, turning away.

Hank obeyed. Under the watchful eye of a security guard goon, Anna led Hank behind the mountain of coolers near the stairs to the shower. She unwrapped the towel from her hair and flung it up into the stall before sensuously stripping the second towel from her body. She folded that one up and gave it to Hank to hold. Smiling pretty, she maintained eye contact for as long as possible while turning her back. Then presenting her luscious booty, she dug deep into one of the coolers. From within it she produced her purse, and from within that she produced Leanne's key.

Anna traded Hank the towel for the key, pressing the key into his palm and the towel against her tummy.

"Go," she ordered. "Be with her. Sleep with her for all I care."

"Beautiful Tsun-Tsun Ma…" Hank began as an apology.

She pulled the towel up to her chest, to keep her boobs from popping out of her top while she inhaled deeply. "If I call for you," she said, "you'll come. If I tell you to leave me be, you will obey."

Hank bowed again. "We have made a pact," Anna furthered while admiring his bow, her body throwing off heat like a furnace. "I am still your dog, but you are now my slave."