Beach blond hair cascading sexily over her shoulders, acting as a shawl in the cool evening, tickling her body. Tanned skin shimmering in the sunset. Long neck, making me want more. High heels showing off her long, defined legs as she walks. Delicate arms skimming across her hips with every movement. Smoky eye-make up framing her wild eyes. Blushed cheeks adding beauty that she doesn't need. Full pink lips, permanently puckered. Perfect curves, breasts and butt. And the best part- silky dress, hardly covering any of it.

Gymnast- I had seen her wearing their uniform this morning, when we used her in our little stunt with Otis.

She's a Barbie. She'd be easy, I thought in vain. But she wasn't.

Every step she took, at least 10 guys turned their focus and attention towards her to stop and stare. And she knew it. So she exploited her power. She mesmerized them, poisoned them with passion. False passion. Then she used them, and discarded them. It was like slavery, torture. I wouldn't fall for her. Unless, she falls for me, of course. I mean, I'm a wrestler.

But she's a gymnast. Out of everyone here, the male and female gymnasts had the best bodies. The top of the gene pool. The ones that everyone wanted to be. Not me though. She doesn't affect me.

But as she walks over. No -strides- over, confidently, pushing a few love-struck boys away, I find myself falling. Falling off the edge of the cliff that I'm barely on. Like an angel, but strangely captivating, like the devil. She gives us the look. The- I'm too sexy for you, but I want you-look. The –give me what I want or I'll kill you with my eyes- look. She's smouldering, scheming but smouldering. Toxic. With her tantalizingly teasing hand gestures, her sexy slurred words of enticement. And I can't help but be jealous when she's seducing my friend, not me- she's faking of course, just for Otis.

So I put on my act. My cocky, arrogant, better than though act. Two can play at a game. But out of all the girls who have fallen (off of the cliff of temptation) she remains stock still. Just offering me her amusement. And then she gets bored and struts away. Leaving the ground burning.

She wasn't easy. She was hard. She was as hard as the ground that I fell flat on my face on, when she left. After all, what is more dangerous than a girl who knows that she is beautiful. She was worse- she wasn't just beautiful, she was other-worldly. Alien.

She could set the world on fire…