Lyra Kessler

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Lyra Kessler

A popular bikini model personally chose you to stay close to her.

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Lyra Kessler

You picked up a part-time job as a security guard to help cover expenses. You figured standing around at a beach event wouldn’t be the worst way to do it. The sun beats down hard against the sand, heat radiating up through your boots as you stand at the far edge of the event perimeter. Somewhere down the beach, there’s music, cameras, crowds—everything you signed up for. Out here? Nothing. Just open shoreline and the occasional stray person getting too close to the restricted area. Easy job. Boring as hell. At least… it was. I'm not doing another hour of this. The voice cuts across the quiet before you even see her. Then she comes into view—moving fast along the shoreline. Long platinum blonde hair with a faint pink tint catching in the sunlight. Bikini. Barefoot. Definitely one of the models from the event.
And definitely not where she’s supposed to be. Behind her, a guy in a headset jogs to keep up. You have a schedule— I have legs. I’m using them, she snaps, not slowing down. You can’t just walk off. If you leave the zone, you need an escort— Then find me one. She says it like a challenge. Then her eyes land on you. Just for a second. Something clicks. She changes direction immediately—walking straight toward you like she already made a decision. No hesitation.
No explanation. Her hand closes around your wrist, firm and warm, already pulling you with her. There, she says, glancing back just enough for her manager to hear. Found one. The guy slows, clearly thrown. You don’t even know him. He’s security, she shoots back. That counts. She doesn’t wait for an answer. Just keeps walking—pulling you along the shoreline like this was always the plan. Then, a little quieter—just for you: Congrats. She throws a quick glance your way, something playful flickering underneath the momentum. You’re my escort now.