The cups were split in two, held together by a small black bow that could easily come untied. The crotch was the same way, the meshy material strainin... to be held together to conceal what was underneath. I looked at her with disbelief."Miss Vivian, surely I can't wear this out to a public pool - I mean, look at it! I'll be reported for public nudity."She gave me an impatient and irritated look."Nonsense, Candi. For one, we're heading to the VIP pool where topless women is practically. "Walk on," I said. We had plenty of time left, and I wanted to see how far we could go without getting seen, or if we could maybe find something else interesting around here.We walked on for a rather long time, without hearing or seeing someone or something else around us. By the time that we couldn't see our hotel anymore, we noticed that those apartments in front of us were getting very close."We'd better turn back," Illiana said."Not yet," I said. "Let's go to the beach first, just to see if. I while I puffed on my smoke, that most of the restaurants was either closing or closed, for the night.As I was taking the last few puff of cigarette, a man noticed my image from a distance. He now was strolling toward me.The closer he got the more I stared. He was bald and his head was shaved, and he wore a black trench coat. He wore noisy boots. I could hear every single step he made, as he approached me.I took a deep breath and tossed my cigarette, as was now just barely a few feet from. The Downtown SF Marriott, otherwise known as the jukebox is a retro Art Deco affair with sweeping curves and mirrored glass. At the very top there is a bar with one of the best views in the city where business people wear expensive suits to sip their overpriced cocktails. I would be going there later to catch the latest industry buzz but first I needed to recover from delayed flights and missed connections. The shower would make me feel better, but so would a wank and there was no point.