Sharkbait
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It was training day on Bondi Beach. Hundreds of lifeguards gathered from all around Australia, mostly for a mass drinking session, but the big part of the day was the surf race. Each guard grabbed a board, and Tom Hogan was at the front of the pack. He ran towards the water, jumping into the waves, dived on his surf board, and began paddling.
It wasn't far to the first buoy, and he passed it with ease about 30 feet out. He was pretty much the front of the pack, and he turned back to see people only just entering the water. 'Dicks', he thought, knowing that winning this race meant a night of free booze for him! He paddled with all his might, his strong arms gliding through the water, and his perfect feet kicking with all their might.
He passed the second buoy, about 60 feet out, and he began to relax. 'So easy', he thought. The competition were miles behind him, and he felt confident. Little did he know he was being watched from below.
He laughed to himself, his cockiness completely blinding him to the danger he was in. He paddled furiously, rounding the third buoy about 90 feet out, and with deft ease he turned the board and began back in. Faster and faster he swam, watching as the competition seemed to float past. He passed the second buoy, and gave one last push with all his strength. His stalker got closer, and there was no way Tom knew that it wasn't the guys coming towards him that were watching, it was a 25-foot Great White Shark.
He passed the first buoy. 'I got this in the bag', he thought arrogantly, and he paddled with ease to the shore. He couldn't have been more than 6 feet out, when his stalker could take it no longer. The Shark lunged forward, and bit into his prey. Tom screamed as the Shark's teeth sank into him, and he thrashed wildly as he got dragged under. His screams could be heard underwater, and as he pounded at the Shark, it bit straight through him, his screams no more, and his perfect legs and tight ass floated away.
It wasn't far to the first buoy, and he passed it with ease about 30 feet out. He was pretty much the front of the pack, and he turned back to see people only just entering the water. 'Dicks', he thought, knowing that winning this race meant a night of free booze for him! He paddled with all his might, his strong arms gliding through the water, and his perfect feet kicking with all their might.
He passed the second buoy, about 60 feet out, and he began to relax. 'So easy', he thought. The competition were miles behind him, and he felt confident. Little did he know he was being watched from below.
He laughed to himself, his cockiness completely blinding him to the danger he was in. He paddled furiously, rounding the third buoy about 90 feet out, and with deft ease he turned the board and began back in. Faster and faster he swam, watching as the competition seemed to float past. He passed the second buoy, and gave one last push with all his strength. His stalker got closer, and there was no way Tom knew that it wasn't the guys coming towards him that were watching, it was a 25-foot Great White Shark.
He passed the first buoy. 'I got this in the bag', he thought arrogantly, and he paddled with ease to the shore. He couldn't have been more than 6 feet out, when his stalker could take it no longer. The Shark lunged forward, and bit into his prey. Tom screamed as the Shark's teeth sank into him, and he thrashed wildly as he got dragged under. His screams could be heard underwater, and as he pounded at the Shark, it bit straight through him, his screams no more, and his perfect legs and tight ass floated away.
