Neris by Piers Anthony

Author:Piers Anthony [Anthony, Piers]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: eXcessica Publishing
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

The executive felt a sudden urge to go swimming. Not in a heated chlorinated pool, but in the great natural sea with seaweed and fish. He hadn't done that in ages.

“Reschedule my appointments,” he told his secretary. “I'll be out the rest of the day.”

“Yes sir,” she said dutifully, not questioning it.

He buzzed his chauffeur, who also didn't question it. The car was waiting by the side door as he exited the building.

“To the sea,” he said simply.

The man needed no further instruction. He angled the vehicle into the traffic and drove for the nearby beach.

On the way, the exec got out of his clothing and rode naked except for his dark glasses, beach sandals, and waterproof watch. No one saw; the windows were reflectively tinted. Not that anyone was looking.

The chauffeur parked at the private section reserved for club members, then got out to open the exec's door. The exec got out and walked across the beach. No one else was there. He waded into the surf, then splashed down into the water with a belly flop. The water was wonderfully warm, yet bracing.

There was a titter. Two girls were there, pretty teens, lithe as only the young could be, surely the daughters of another privileged exec. One was a blonde, the other a brunette. They must have seen him flop. In fact they must have seen him before he flopped, in his Adamic splendor. It hardly mattered, as they were naked too. “Going my way?” he inquired.

“Sure, handsome,” the blonde replied.

As though he were not a middle aged and portly specimen. “Aren't you concerned about being alone with a strange man?”

“No more than you are being alone with two strange women,” the brunette said, smiling.

They fell in on either side of him, matching him stroke for stroke as he swam out to sea. Their hair remained perfectly coiffed; they were careful not to duck underwater.

“How about sharks?” he asked. Not that there were any in these waters; privileged beaches were always safe.

“You'll protect us, won't you?” the blonde asked in return, smiling.

“Especially if we get in close, like this?” the brunette asked, coming in close enough to brush him with a soft warm breast.

Then there was a ripple ahead as a wave approached. It was oddly discolored. “I don't like the look of this,” the exec said. “We'd better stay clear.”

The three of them reversed course, backstroking toward the beach. He loved the way their fair young breasts moved as they swam, and their slender legs rose and fell, not quite showing their bottoms.

But the wave pursued them, looking more menacing by the moment. “Faster!” he gasped.

They stroked faster, but still the ugly wave gained. The glistening blackness of it looked hungry. In moments it was lapping at their toes.

The exec accelerated, outdistancing the girls. But now his feet stung. What was in that wave? Acid?

The two girls screamed almost together. “Oh, it's pulling me in!” the blonde cried.

“There's an undertow!” the brunette exclaimed.

Helplessly he watched as the wave engulfed them both.

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