Eco-Friendly

As Rick Roberts headed into the hotel's pool area, he spotted the woman lying on a deck chair. It was hard not to notice her, since she was completely naked.

Her body glistened from a coating of suntan oil. Her long red hair shimmered like rubies in the warm noonday sun. Her breasts stood out on her chest, large but clearly not fake due to the sag as they dropped over her sides. Rick let his eyes wander over her curvaceous body; not fat, but not slender either.

Once he took his eyes off her body, he drank in the beautiful lines of her face. She wore no makeup, and she was one of those rare women who didn't need it. She had a natural beauty with plump lips, rosy cheeks with a dusting of freckles, large eyes, and a delicate nose. It struck him not only as beautiful, but also familiar.

As he stared at her, her eyes opened and looked at him with soft pools of brown that twinkled with an inner light. Yet in that moment when their eyes met, Rick recognized her. And by the look on her face, he could tell that she recognized him.

Her face immediately screwed up into an angry scowl. "Rick Roberts."

He returned her scowl. "Summer Moon. Didn't expect to see you here. Certainly not this much of you. I wasn't aware this was a nude beach."

Summer tilted her head to one side. "Welcome to Europe. They're not as hung up on the human body here as they are in America. The body isn't something to be ashamed of. It's a gift from the Goddess."

He slowed down as he walked by her chair to openly stare at her breasts, now heaving faster from her quickening breath. "Looks like the Goddess gave you a bonus gift. Please, don't stop on my account. What are you doing here, anyway? Shouldn't you be out hugging trees or something?"

"I'm here for the International Energy Conference. Just like you."

Rick swore under his breath. "Don't tell me you're planning to protest again. It didn't work last year, and it won't work this time."

"I'm just here to enjoy your wonderful presentation. We have something special planned for it. It's about Maximum Petroleum and South Ukima."

Rick masked his bewilderment with calm disdain. He had no idea what she was talking about, but didn't want her to know it. "Looking forward to it. Oh, and tell your buddies to start cutting back on the weed so they can save up for a lawyer. Maximum is planning a lawsuit for that little stunt Earth's Crusaders pulled in Brazil."

"Bring it on. We're more than happy to go to jail for our cause. Enjoy your blood money."

"Enjoy your pot." Rick walked away, feeling good about how he had handled himself, but irritated that they had the exchange at all. He didn't like playing the bad guy, but to Summer he would always be the bad guy. Wherever Summer Moon went, trouble followed.

Rick cast a glance over his shoulder. A scrawny young man with a long beard and a cigarette dangling from his mouth shuffled up to Summer and slumped into the chair next to her. The two kissed passionately. Jack knew him as well - Fauntelroy "Font" Mason, the leader of Earth's Crusaders. With the two of them in town, things just went from bad to worse.

Rick felt a twinge of jealousy that his lips weren't on Summer's instead of Font's. That guy looked like a skeleton with a beard, way too grimy for her. He had met Summer quite a few times, but never seen her nude before. Her tie-dyed shirts and flowery clothes always gave him a hint of the voluptuous body that lay underneath, but he had no idea it would look that good. Despite his anger, Rick found himself savoring the memory of her naked form like a piece of Filet Minot in his mouth.

No, he told himself. Don't think of her that way. Her and her kind had made his job a thousand times harder than it needed to be, and could very well kill someone. There was no way he would allow himself to fantasize about a woman like that.

--

As she watched Rick Roberts walk away, Summer Moon couldn't help allowing her eyes to slip down to the seat of his swim trunks and check out his ass. Just as firm and toned as the rest of him. Summer had managed to cover her shock at the sight of him, not just by the fact that Rick was in her hotel, but that he wore only a swimsuit. In all the years they had tangled together, she had only seen him in tailored suits. While he had filled out his suits nicely, Summer would never have guessed how built Rick turned out to be. His powerful arms, clearly defined six-pack abs, and bulging pecs had made it even harder for her to focus on their argument. Not that his face was any slouch either. He had eyes as gray and hard as steel, smooth black hair always cut perfectly, and lips that seemed made to be kissed.

Yes, Rick Roberts was a very attractive man. He was also, she reminded herself, pure evil.

Still, she couldn't deny that she had felt a certain thrill knowing he saw her nude. Rick seemed to have enjoyed it, too.

A kiss on her cheek drew her to a lean man that dropped into the deck chair next to her. He leaned in to give her a kiss, and she shuddered a little at the body odor wafting off of him. Font didn't always shower every day. She could also smell an acrid smoke in his beard, answering her question of where he had been and what he'd been up to. Still, she closed her eyes and returned the kiss, even allowing him to probe her mouth with his tongue.

"Who was that?" Font murmured as he settled back.

Summer looked back at his retreating form. "Rick Roberts."

"Who?"

Summer looked at Font, wondering if he was kidding. He wasn't. "Font, I told you about him. I ran into him last year in Kyoto. He's an executive from Maximum Petroleum."

Font scowled. "Oh, yeah. Fascist. What's he doin' here?"

"Apparently, he's staying in this hotel."

Font grunted and flipped his sunglasses off his forehead over his eyes.

"Did you get a hold of Icepick?"

Font nodded. "Sure did. Got the press creds and the documents. When the plan goes down, Earth's Crusaders end up on the map, and South Ukima gets released from the chains of the planet's oppressors."

Summer smiled. Watching his face light up as he talking about the environment reminded him why she stayed with him. And sometimes, she needed reminding.

--

Rick walked over to the chair where his girlfriend Tanya Milan reclined. Tanya wore a bikini, but didn't fill it out the way Summer did - or the way Summer would have if she had been wearing a bikini. In fact, compared to her, Tanya looked positively bony. Tanya was a beautiful woman with olive skin and almond eyes that spoke of her Italian heritage. But she didn't have the natural beauty that Summer had, and she wore enough make-up for herself and Summer combined. She carried the slender form of the supermodel that she aspired to be with teacup-sized breasts and long limbs. She wore her black hair short instead of long like Summer's. Tanya was on her cell phone - no surprise. Rick thought that if she had the cell phone surgically attached to her ear, it wouldn't change her lifestyle a bit.

Tanya looked up at him through enormous sunglasses. Rick thought they looked silly, but she said it was the latest thing. Their generation gap was one of the pitfalls he faced dating someone ten years younger. "Who was that?"

Rick sat down next to her. "Summer Moon. She's one of Earth's Crusaders."

Tanya's nose wrinkled. "Ew, those eco-terrorist whackos? Didn't they blow up one of my Daddy's ships or something like that?"

"Not quite. They used some ships to block an oil tanker off the coast of Brazil from reaching port six months ago. But we do believe they were behind a bombing that hit one of Maximum's ships in Alaska. Just don't have any proof."

"Gross." Tanya frowned at Summer. "I thought she'd be uglier."

Then her face lit up and she grabbed his arm. "Hey, baby, good news. I got an invitation to Anabella Gisierro's party tonight."

"Tonight? Honey, you know I can't go to a party. I have to prepare for my presentation tomorrow."

Tanya pouted. "Presentation? Rick, don't you get it? Like, Anabella Gisierro is, like, the It Girl of France right now. Her parties are impossible to get into. The President's daughter is gonna be there. Everybody who's anybody will be."

"Tanya, I'm sorry, but I'm not here to go to parties. I'm here to make a very important presentation that could affect the future of our company."

"Honestly," Tanya wailed. "Business is all you care about. You don't care at all about the fact that I'm stuck here in this ugly country, bored out of my skull, with no friends or family or anything."

Rick sighed and closed his eyes. "Tanya, I told you this was going to be a business trip."

"Well, it seems like the only time I get to see you is on business. Business is all you care about."

"That's how I got where I am today. You know that. Your father gave me the job."

"Yeah," Tanya sneered. "But I didn't think you'd turn into him. I don't know why you wanna be the vice-president, anyway. It's boring."

Just as Rick thought he was going to get the full brunt of her anger, she looked over his shoulder and gasped. Her face lit up with a smile. "Oh, look, a paparazzi."

Rick looked up to see a man hunched behind some bushes. He snapped pictures with a long telephoto lens.

Tanya quickly brushed her hair back and struck her favorite pose - one hand on a raised knee, shoulders pushed back to make her chest look bigger, and head tilted up to make sure the camera captured her best side.

Rick looked back at the photographer and judged the angle. "Uh, sweetie, he's not taking pictures of us. He's taking pictures of Summer."

Tanya's head whipped around towards Summer. She lay on her stomach now with her perfectly rounded buttocks gleaming in the sun. It was clear that the photographer was snapping away at her.

"That hippie whore?" Tanya wailed. "What's she got that I don't?"

Rick bit his lip as he savored the view of the smooth curves of Summer's body.

Hands tore him away from Summer. Tanya had his cheeks in her hands and pulled his face to hers to kiss him deeply. Her tongue pushed between his lips and probed his mouth. Rick closed his eyes, wondering what this was about, but a part of him not caring. He inhaled the flowered scent of imported shampoo in her hair and hummed softly. Then he felt hands at the waistband of his swimsuit.

Rick pulled his hips back so hard he almost fell out of his chair. "What are you doing?"

Tanya giggled and narrowed her eyes. "Giving that guy something to photograph."

Her fingers dug into his swimsuit and dragged his flesh out into the open. It lay limp in her palm, but when she began to stroke it, Rick felt it stirring to life.

Rick forced himself to push back the pleasure her hands brought him and tried to pull away. "Tanya, this isn't exactly the right place."

"Yes, it is," she whispered as she continued to stroke him. "Don't tell me this isn't turning you on. I can feel it."

Rick knew that his swelling gave him away, even if his words didn't. He glanced around at the other people at the pool. Men and women in swimsuits wandered the tiled area around the pool. Most of them seemed oblivious of what was happening, but he could see a couple across from them looking. Then one woman looked at him, nudged her partner, and pointed at Rick.

Now four people watched. Looking up at the bushes, he confirmed that her plan at least had worked. The sun reflected off the photographer's lens as he now snapped away at Rick and Tanya.

Rick knew that Tanya was an exhibitionist, but they had never gone this far. They had had sex once on the balcony of a hotel in Italy, a dozen stories up and no buildings nearby. They had done it in a car in the parking lot of the New York Metropolitan Museum, but the lot had been almost empty. Rick had put up with it at worst, gotten a mild thrill at best, but this was way beyond anything he thought Tanya was capable of.

"Okay," Rick said as he brushed his hands over hers. "We can't do this in public."

Tanya frowned up at him. "Why not? Summer's naked."

"Yeah, but she's not having sex. What if someone calls the police?"

Tanya leaned close to him and kissed his lips even as they formed the word "police." She whispered, "They can call, but they won't get here in time to stop us."

She slid her lips down his chin and kissed a hot trail down his muscular chest. As she nibbled her way over his stomach, Rick felt a shiver inside that trickled all the way down to his crotch. He couldn't deny his desire. Tanya had many flaws, but her oral skills were not one of them.

As her lips enclosed his tip, Rick moaned softly. The sensations began to dampen his fears. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine himself back in their hotel room instead of out in the open. Her tongue flicked over his head before her mouth pulled him in deeper. Her cheeks collapsed around his shaft, embracing it in wet, hot flesh. The suction pulled him in deeper and deeper until he felt the back of her throat. Tanya kept going. She was so good at deep throat.

A giggle brought Rick back to reality. More of the pool's patrons had their eyes on him. Thankfully, Rick didn't see any children among them, knowing that probably wouldn't stop Tanya. Most of the on-lookers seemed to react with amusement. An older woman in a one-piece suit gaped at him in horror. One man had a leer on his face and tipped his drink at Rick, as if in salute.

Tanya must have sensed his hesitation, because she chose that moment to draw her head up, pulling him out of her mouth slowly, releasing inch after inch of glistening flesh until she reached the very tip, then plunged her head back down again to engulf him until her lips tickled the hairs at the base. The whole time her eyes never left his. Rick groaned and bit his lower lip at the feeling of her swallowing him.

He looked over at Summer. She watched him, her entire body still, both hands resting in her lap. Her face seemed made of stone; rigid and unmoving, the expression completely blank.

Rick felt flushed at the sight of her. He could only imagine what she thought of this display. From what little he knew of her, Rick imagined her thinking what a hedonistic scumbag he was. That seemed to be her general impression of him to start with, so he couldn't imagine it changing now.

Rick caught himself. Since when did he start caring what a self-deluded, anti-corporate, nature-loving, owl-obsessed nutjob like Summer Moon thought of him? It wouldn't matter to her if he humped underage girls in Times Square or handed out soup to homeless orphan children every day. Summer hated him for what he represented, not who he was. A woman like her lived in a fantasy world of good and evil. She did her little ecological stunts and that made her good. Rick worked for an oil company, which made him bad. Nothing he could say or do would change that.

It irritated Rick that he found himself caring about Summer's opinion. He knew it had a lot to do with those full breasts she still had on display that he longed to touch. Maybe that was her whole purpose - to distract him with her body so she could seduce him over to her side. It seemed too great a coincidence that, out of all the hotels in France, she would be in the exact same hotel that he stayed in. Maybe Summer thought she was so hot that he would fall over himself to give her whatever she wanted, whatever that might be.

Well, he would show her.

***

Summer couldn't believe what seemed to be taking place before her eyes, but couldn't deny it. Rick lay in his chair while his girlfriend's head bobbed slowly over his lap. Rick's eyes slid closed and his face winced with pleasure. The whole scene played out under the warm sun beside a sparkling pool as the men and women around him turned, one by one, to watch. The buzz of conversation and splashing faded away as all eyes fell on Rick and his girl.

Summer knew that Rick was evil, just because his job involved putting a smiling face on one of the most corrupt corporations in the history of the world, but she never thought of him as a pervert. Summer wasn't a prude, far from it, but she did believe in boundaries. She saw sex as the most beautiful and intimate thing two living beings could share on this planet. She certainly didn't think doing it beside a crowded hotel pool qualified. Maybe that was how Rick got his rocks off, by boinking in front of witnesses. That seemed to her to speak of certain insecurities on his part.

She recognized his girlfriend from the tabloids. Tanya Milan, daughter of Tony Milan, president and CEO of Maximum Petroleum. From everything she had seen and heard, Tanya was an airhead trust fund baby who spent her free time partying, shopping, and getting her picture taken on red carpets. The idea that any man would date her always baffled her, except when she hooked up with Rick Roberts. Of course, he would - he worked for her father. Obviously he saw it as a good career move. And now Rick flaunted their sex life to everyone around them like a circus act.

So why was it turning her on so much?

Even now, Summer's nipples tightened into beads and her thighs grew hot and moist. She watched Rick's hips bounce slightly as his girlfriend twisted her head over his thighs. Summer could hear Rick's moaning carried by the wind. A part of Summer told herself to get up and walk away in disgust. But another part told herself to shut up and enjoy the show.

Tanya's head rose up higher and higher. Summer caught her breath. She watched Rick sliding out of Tanya's mouth, inch by inch, and it just kept on going. By the time Summer saw his thick red head pop out of Tanya's mouth before she engulfed it again, Summer had already confirmed Rick was huge.

Wow. Summer had never seen any man that big. She didn't think men could get that large. Then again, Summer freely admitted not being the most sexually experienced woman in the world. She had been a virgin before she met Font, and there had only been two others that filled the gaps in her and Font's stormy relationship. But Summer knew enough to recognize Rick as gifted.

Summer glanced over at Font next to her. He lay there with his shades over his eyes, snoring loudly.

Rick may be pure evil, but he was so gorgeous and so sexy right now. She found herself wishing it were her lips encircling Rick's firm cock at that very moment and wondered what his flesh tasted like. That shocked her. Just the idea of giving a man oral sex had always made Summer gag, until this moment.

She let her hands fall into her lap, trying to make it seem like a casual move. Summer glanced around. No one watched her. All eyes fixed on the display Rick and Tanya had going at that moment. Summer cautiously eased her fingers between her thighs and down into the heated depths between them. She slowly moved her fingertips along the wetness until she came to the hard bead buried within. Her fingers moved gently and rhythmically over it, sending tingles of pleasure through her, along with a gush of moisture that soaked her fingers.

Summer tried to push Rick out of her mind, just enjoying the scene purely on a physical level, like watching a porn movie. But the knowledge that this man had once stood over her in a suit and tie, snarling retorts to her accusations somehow made it more thrilling. It felt so wrong, but so right at the same time.

Then Rick looked at her. Their eyes met. Summer stilled her fingers and tried to look stoic. She let her face fall into a blank stare. Did Rick know what she had been doing? God, if he ever found out she had touched herself looking at him, he would never let her forget it. Worse, it would damage the seriousness of their cause. She already suspected that photographer hiding in the bushes had been sent by Maximum to take nude photos of her and put them on the Internet to humiliate her (which was exactly why she had refused to cover up. If they thought that would stop her, they underestimated her). Summer could only imagine the words "Psycho Eco-Terrorist Jacks Off To Executive" splashed across one of Maximum's anti-ecology proxy sites.