Magic Touch
A couple of seagulls peck for food on a patch of floating garbage pressed against a massive seawall snaking across the ocean. The birds notice a small flock flying above and take off to follow them, heading towards the one-mile-long beach inland that's kept above the water by the hulking structure.
The two birds glide above the hundred-foot-wide sand corridor that forms the beach, their shadows swooshing past the handful of umbrellas peppered around.
On the ground below, a few vendors—both human and robotic— walk between each umbrella under the scorching sun. They offer tourists coconuts, food, artisan jewelry, sunscreen, lube, and other miscellaneous services.
One of them is a robot waitress with a Marriott logo who handles another round of micheladas to a young lesbian couple sitting on a two-person recliner. The women thank the machine which beeps affirmatively and rolls away, passing near the two seagulls who peck the remains of a toppled garbage can under an old billboard that reads:
'HIV, HPV, Hepatitis, Chlamydia, Gonorrhea and much more! — All STD's vaccines and treatments 30% off!'.
The two nude women sigh in relief after taking longs sips of their beverages. They put their drinks aside and embrace each other to resume their passionate making out session. Their hands rub and fondle their partner's bodies, reaching lower and lower until they cup between their legs.
"Good afternoon!" says the husky voice of a pubescent boy reaching their umbrella.
"No coconuts, thanks. We already had some." says one of the women without stopping her fondling.
"Oh, but señoritas! You haven't tried the other type of coconut milk sold at this beach!" says Miguel with a big smile.
The two women pause their caresses and glance at the nude eleven-year-old boy standing under the sun with his hips cocked and hands on his waist. His red MAGA cap is turned backward and he sports a QR code on his belly placed between his navel and the base of his erect penis.
He continues his selling pitch in a practiced, friendly tone of voice "Sorry to interrupt your lovemaking señoritas—which is magnificent by the way! — but it looked like you would be interested in our sale offers for today! See, all our services are at a 30% discount for a limited time, with a special bundle of just $499 if you..."
"No, thank you." says one of the women after a cursory look at Miguel's QR code, her pupils flashing fast with icons and information. She waves him to get lost and continues French kissing her partner.
Miguel's smile falters for a second "S-sure thing señoritas! But are you sure you don't want to listen to the rest of our bundles for today?" he points at their micheladas "I see you've already ordered drinks, but did you know that boy sperm is a great way to recuperate electrolytes? Especially during these hot hours!"
The woman who hasn't spoken yet breaks the kiss and lowers her sunglasses, spying on someone standing in the distance behind the naked tween "Do you have a bundle that includes your girlfriend?"
Miguel follows her sight and sees Carolina standing alone by the shoreline with her back towards them. The Asian girl is holding her hoodie over her head to shield herself from the sun, leaving her wearing only the beige short dress with brown stripes she had underneath.
Miguel's smile vanishes, he scratches the back of his head "Um, I'm sorry señoritas, she's not my, um... she's not part of our sale offers for today."
The nude woman shrugs "What a shame, we were kind of in the mood for a threesome..." they giggle, she points at Miguel and shrugs "Just not with… You know... Someone like 'you'."
The preteen boy forces a smile and nods "S-sure thing ladies, a-another time then! Thank you for your time!"
He walks backward waving them goodbye. The women wave back and continue their public lovemaking as if nothing had happened, transitioning to oral sex next.
The boy's body is covered in sweat as he walks back to Caro who hands him the white NASA shirt without looking at him.
"How was it?" she asks turning her head slightly. Her eyes constantly trying and failing not to stare at his olive hairless body.
"No luck…" says Miguel shaking his head "I was so certain they would be our lucky ones!"
"Yeah, me too..." says Caro with a red face, her long black hair glued to her skin from the sweat "They looked promising from a distance."
"Yeah, I didn't expect it would be this difficult to find clients. Especially with wet bulb temperatures." he takes off his red cap and scratches the back of his head, throwing little droplets of sweat with his fingers. He sighs "Maybe I'm losing my magic touch…"
Caro smirks "Your 'magic touch'? Is that a thing?"
"Not anymore it seems." he says disillusioned sliding his oversized shirt back on.
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