Fan Fiction: Britney's Choice (part II)
(Continued from part I)
Holy fuckballs! When last we saw Britney, she was drowning! How, oh, how will she continue her singing career if she's dead!? Part II of Britney's Choice continues Part I
Michael Knight had taken a job as a lifeguard, because despite all the money the Knight Foundation had at its disposal, his compensation worked out to be less than satisfactory. He could barely afford his weekly cocaine, let alone food. He didn't mind having to take the extra job, though. Fighting crime was a tough job and was pretty stressful, and being a lifeguard seemed like a tropical vacation in comparison.
As he looked out across the sea of half-naked bodies to the sea, something caught his eye. Far from the shore a lone figure was bobbing amongst the waves. His crime-fighting/lifeguard instincts told him that something was wrong. He couldn't quite put a finger on what it was, exactly, but he knew that something was not right. He snatched up his binoculars from his side, and peered out towards the pale figure amidst the green undulating green mass of the ocean. At first he couldn't see anything, but he quickly realized that he had them backwards. He turned them around and gave another look. He saw a young girl thrashing in the water. He put down his binoculars, and raised his left hand towards his mouth.
"KITT, I think something's going on out there in the water," he said to what appeared to be his wrist-watch.
"What does it look like, Michael?" responded the watch.
"I think I saw a lone girl out there."
"Michael, did she look like she could have been drowning?"
"Now that you mention it, I think she might have been. I thought something was wrong for sure, but I think you might be right about this one. KITT, I want you to meet me by the water near... um.. there's a fat guy out there with red speedos, Meet me at the fat guy with the red speedos alright!"
"Will do Michael."
Michael Knight jumped from the lifeguard tower onto the hot sand. His feet burned, but he didn't have time to think about his own welfare. There was a girl drowning, and only he could save her. He jumped over people lying down on the sand. He threaded through the crowd of people who had come to bake themselves in the sun, but the crowd was too thick. He had to push a aside a couple of oblivious young women who stood in his way. (He didn't notice that he had grabbed their breasts, and the women yelled at him in a horrific disgust as he hurriedly continued towards the water.) He reached the fat man in a tight red bikini. Michael looked around in horror. KITT was nowhere to be seen.
"Dammit, KITT! Where are you?" he said to himself, but not really because he said it loud enough so that those in his immediate surroundings looked at him as though he had farted. The fat man in the bikini who up to this point had been happily sunbathing on his back, and was close to the point of dozing off looked up at Michael and gave a queer look. Michael didn't notice.
Suddenly from out of nowhere a black car (a Trans-Am, to be exact) shot out from behind the brush that separated the beach from the parking lot. Panic ensued as the crowd parted from this unexpected intrusion. Brightly clad sunbathers, who moments before were lost in their pursuit of bathing in the sun, now ran screaming for their lives. Michael heard the screams and turned towards them. Amidst the human confetti, he saw what he so desperately wanted to see. KITT had arrived.
The black car pushed through the throng, at one point narrowly avoiding a blind baby that did not see the danger that was heading towards it. "That was a close call" thought the car to itself, as it swerved just in time to avoid turning the baby into a lump of mangled meat.
"KITT! KITT! Over here!" Michael yelled at the top of his lungs. He knew that time was limited, and if he was to save the girl, he had to do something now.
The black car spotted Michael waving his arms frantically as the fat man got up from his blanket. The car, through optics installed inside its hood, saw the man mouth the word "asshole" as he picked up his belongings. The car stopped along side of Michael and Michael leaned towards the driver's window.
"That man called you an asshole, Michael."
"KITT, I can't worry about things like that right now! There's a girl drowning out there, and we need to save her!"
"I know, Michael. Why do you think I am here right now. I just thought you might like to know that that man called you an asshole."
"Alright. Alright. We'll discuss this later! KITT, can you aim your ejection seat out in the direction of that girl?" asked Michael, pointing towards the horizon. KITT scanned the sea with his optical sensors and saw the girl still thrashing in the surf.
"Yes I can, Michael. But what good will that do?"
"KITT, I need you to trust me on this one, Let me just get on the seat." Michael opened the door and jumped into the driver's seat. He buckled up. He knew it was going to be a wild ride.
"Now, KITT!" With that, KITT's roof flipped open, and a loud explosion from beneath Michael Knight's swimming trunk clad butt sent the driver's seat hurtling through the air. Michael looked back at the beach as he rocketed away from it. It seemed as though everyone's eyes were fixed on his butt, but he knew that wasn't true. He just liked to think that.
The seat landed in the water with a gigantic splash. Michael had braced for the impact, and held his breath until he and the seat had re-surfaced. As the salty water fell from his face he scanned the surface of the water for the girl. His eyesight was blurry from the salt water stinging his eyes, but he saw that she was about 200 yards away still.
He unbuckled himself and opened a small compartment on the side of the seat. A row of brightly colored buttons was unveiled. He couldn't remember which one he needed to push. He knew he didn't have much time so pushed his the button that was his favorite color (blue). The seat began to rumble and in a second the seat began to slowly move through the water propelled by a jet of water.
"Hell yeah! Wooh!" Michael said with conviction.
He stood on top of the seat as it began to move through the water, squatting down low to keep his balance as it bumped over the waves that stood between him and saving the girl. The water splashed around him, and although his eyes were still stinging from the salt water, he stayed on his path towards the drowning girl. As he came in near the girl he saw here come up once more, and then disappear. He came to the spot she disappeared, but because he didn't know how to turn off the jets he passed right by.
"Dad gummit!" He turned the seat around for another pass, while raising his watch to his mouth again. "KITT, how do you turn off the jets on this seat?!" he screamed into his wrist. No answer came back. He realized that he had turned down the offer from the Knight Corporation to have his watch water-proofed. He cursed himself in his mind.
"Alright, we're going to have to do this the hard way, then," he said to himself as he lay down his belly on top of the jet-seat. As he approached the spot where she had disappeared he saw that she had yet to re-emerge from the water. He leaned forward into the seat and was propelled underneath the water. He struggled to keep his eyes open as he frantically looked around the murky depths for the girl. He saw her limp body floating in the water not too far away. A shaft of light coming through the water illuminated her figure. Her body was flaccid and pale. Her red two-piece bikini accentuated her womanly features, and her black hair floated around her head like black hair floating in water. He shifted his weight to head towards her. Michael, still riding his jet-seat, closed in on her and as he passed by he grabbed around the chest. He had his right hand on her breast, but he didn't notice.
He shifted his weight so that the jet-seat shot out of the water. He traveled through the air above the waves and crashed back down into the water. As he landed the seat ran out of power and its jets subsided. "Just in the nick of time," he said to himself as he stared at the young woman that he held in his arms.
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When Britney came to, the taste of sea-water was strong. She opened her eyes and looked up. The first thing that came to view was a pair of red speedos. She thought she had died and gone to heaven. She could make out that the man-meat barely restrained was not circumcised and she imagined rolling back the foreskin to unveil that velvety-purple that she had been thinking about earlier in the day. She closed her eyes briefly because the day light was too strong, and when she opened them again, instead of the cock she was hoping to see, she was face to face with Michael Knight,
"You had us scared," said Michael, completely unaware that Britney's nipples had stiffened beneath her top. "How are you feeling?"
"I'm... I... I think I'm going to be okay," she said trying to look around Michael's head to the cock she had seen only moments before. She couldn't but she saw a gigantic gut looming above Michael's head, and was turned off enough so that she turned her head to the side where Michael was kneeling next to her. Her eyes momentarilly wandered along Michael's torso until she she came upon his red lifeguard trunks. They were still wet from his rescue operation, and she could see the outline of his cock. It looked as thick and as long as her forearm, and it was still flaccid. Her eyes widened at the thought of what it must look like without clothes.
"Are you the one that saved me?" she asked Michael, trying to hide the excitement that she felt.
"Yeah. It was me."
"I think I need to go home."
"Let me take you there." Britney could hardly contain the joy she felt hearing those words.