SLIDERS  

                           by 

                        Joe Doe


A GUARD AT A WATER PARK GETS PAYBACK ON A BEAUTIFUL GIRL WHO 
INCREASED HIS WORKLOAD.

 

The beautiful young woman in the purple bikini had been nothing but 
trouble.  José hadn't noticed her at the gate that morning.  And, 
since he kept a close eye on all of the foxy babes who checked 
into the water park, he knew that she had probably sneaked in. 

He had first noticed her that morning prancing around in front of 
the wave pool, flirting with the middle-aged men who were trying 
desperately to suck in their guts and talk to her.  None of them 
had a chance with her of course, but she did manage to get every 
one of them in trouble with his wife. 

José watched unhappily as the infuriated women and their whipped 
men headed quickly for the exits.  Once you lost a customer that 
way, he thought grimly, they never came back. 

Less than a half hour later, he was called across the park.  A 
college boy had apparently decided to become an Olympic diver in 
order to impress the purple princess, and had dislocated his 
shoulder.  It took José nearly twenty minutes to gently move the 
would-be champion to the ambulance.    

When his radio went off in a panic, José knew who had caused it.  
He proceeded to earn himself a split lip and a black eye separating 
two studs at the pool bar in a death match over the fabulous babe 
in the purple bikini.  The two romeos didn't even notice their 
fantasy girl walking away with a huge grin on her face as they 
pounded each other. 

Less than five minutes after the nurse had finished stitching his 
lip, José was racing across the park again.  It seems that a group 
of men were jostling for position on the bleachers at the bottom 
of the "KILLER CHILLER" water slide. 

José was able to stop this fight before it started, and he didn't 
even have to look up to see the cause.  Sure enough, the gorgeous 
babe in the beautiful bikini was on the stairs leading up to the 
top of the line, flirting with a couple of guys who were both 
bragging to her about who could go down the slide faster. 

José wondered how long it would be before the two men on the stairs 
ended up in the emergency room.  It wasn't her fault that grown men 
acted like little boys to impress women, but she was clearly doing 
everything she could to encourage their adolescent behavior.  José 
knew he had to stop her soon, or no man would get out alive. 

The men at the bottom of the slide were jostling for position 
because they knew that this ride was infamous for stripping off 
women's bikinis, and they wanted to make sure they had the best 
viewing position possible for the beautiful purple babe's 
unveiling.  But, as Jose looked up the stairs at the flirtatious 
blonde, he knew that their dreams were doomed. 

He had spent many hours standing at the bottom of this slide, 
and he could instinctively tell which suits would hold and 
which wouldn't.  The fabric of her suit was lacy at the edges, 
but the strings holding it together were as thick as shoelaces.  
Furthermore, the young lady had taken the precaution of sewing 
another purple emergency string into the sides and top of her 
bikini to give her second layer of protection.   

José frowned.  Like the girl herself, the suit was just another 
clever tease. 

But he wasn't beaten yet.  He had installed a special device for 
just such an occasion.   

He looked up at the ride operator and signaled by waving his hat 
in the air.  When he got his attention, he made a gesture that 
mimicked the "face-masking" gesture in football (a fist pulling 
something down).  Then he held up three fingers, indicating the 
bimbo third from the top.  

As soon as the ride operator saw the girl in the purple bikini, 
he broke into a huge smile.  The ride operator gave José a 
salute.  This was going to be good!   

The beautiful blonde was already rolling down the chute when the 
operator pressed the hidden switch that activated the snag bar.  
José watched merrily as the tiny ridge moved up slightly.  As he 
had planned, the beautiful young woman slid over the little bump 
effortlessly. 

But her suit did not. 

The operator didn't press the switch to release her suit until 
after the butt-naked blonde had hit the water.  In the ensuing 
confusion, the cheering, whooping crowd barely noticed her top 
and bottoms floating down the chute and into the tank.  

The crowd of men went wild, and the park was a suddenly a sea of 
flashbulbs.  The clever girl immediately made a beeline for a 
towel by the side of the "splash tank," and she almost had her 
hand on it when José grabbed her wrist.  

"Towel theft is a serious offense, Miss," he said, sternly, 
dragging the naked woman out of the water. 

"But I was just going to borrow it! the blonde shrieked as he 
pulled her into the full view of the cheering crowd.  Covering 
her breasts and crotch with her hands, she shrieked, "Can't you 
see I lost my suit?" 

José turned to the middle-aged lady whose towel it was.  The woman 
was not ugly, but she was considerably older than the blonde.  She 
had been poking her husband in the ribs the entire time the girl 
in the purple bikini had been in line at the slide, signaling him 
that she was not pleased with the way he was ogling another woman.   

Like all the men in the park, the man ignored his wife. 

But now that the little vixen who had put a serious dent in her 
domestic relationship was crouching butt-naked in front of her, 
blushing furiously as she tried to cover herself, the woman was 
actually smiling. 

"This woman has lost her suit," José explained.  "You can give her 
your towel if you want...OR...we can press charges for towel theft. 
Of course, that will require me to handcuff the suspect and march 
her to the security office on the other side of the park so you can 
prefer charges."   

He smiled.  "You could lend her the towel for the trip, if you 
like, since it is a fairly long way and her current condition 
will probably draw quite a crowd...." 

The woman looked at the cute little blonde crouching down in front 
of her and mouthing the word "Please."  The woman smiled down at 
her, winked, and turned to José.  "Cuff her!" she snapped.  Then 
she took the large beach towel, folded it, and put it in her bag. 

The handcuffed blonde no-longer-in-the-purple-bikini was unable 
to cover herself as José held her by the scruff of the neck and 
marched her towards the office.  The crowd pressed in at first, 
which led to quite a bit of groping, but José quickly found a 
solution.  Since it was almost time for the parade, he cut over 
to the parade route and marched the blushing, naked bimbo right 
down the center of the street just a few feet in front of the 
lead float.    

It was perfect.  The parade route allowed him to easily, slowly 
walk the young lady down the street while the crowd stood cheering 
on the sidelines behind the ropes.  Behind her, the middle-aged 
woman would occasionally SNAP! the large beach towel against the 
blonde's bare butt, much to the throng's obvious amusement.  Good 
fun for everyone, without an injury, accident, or fight in sight. 

José always did love parades.



Edited by C. Lakewood