Moon_Arc-02 Wotter Boards
===================Wotter Boards
This is the premiere adventure of Roger Collins and his story of his part-time job with two Lutran blooded surf board enthusiasts.
Kailua Beach, Hawaii; Lunar Earth; Moon-Arc Sector
[Moon_Arc-02] WB-01 Hang Ten
By Darrel Vanwinkle (Lord Pouchlaw)
01/01/2021
Chapter One.
"Roger! Wake up, we're here! Our new home!" exclaimed the boy's mother as she opened up the passenger side front door to get the luggage and U-Haul trailer unpacked. "Besides, you will need to get your room in order and then go out and look for a part-time job to help out around here. We all have to pitch in while your father is working with the rebuild society. There are a lot of places near the beach with Help Wanted signs. You just need to find a job that looks like it might be more fun than work and do your best at that location. Besides, you might make a few new friends at your job site as well. I know your last so-called friends on the mainland were all the time trying to get you into a street gang when they weren't trying to get down your pants. You told me you weren't like that. This is a new start, so shake a leg, son!"
Roger got out of the car and he held out one leg and he shook it. "That didn't do so much. Hard to believe we are in Hawaii for free thanks to dad's rebuild project." He then went around to the rear of the car and he unloaded his suitcases and he took them into the mediocre styled home. It wasn't a new home by a longshot. When he found his room, he saw a small bit of graffiti written on one wall behind where he would be setting up his bed at. It read as follows, "Wotter Boards are the best boards in Kailua. Those dudes could sure use some help around there. But they are too proud to ask for assistance nor will they put up a help wanted sign. I hope whomever moves in here next can help those nice dudes." Roger dropped off his suitcases and then he headed back out to get the frame for his bed as well as his mattress and sheets. "I may already have a lead on where to find some work. The last boy to live in my room left a note about a place that needed some help but they are too proud to ask for assistance. But if I could earn their trust, maybe they would hire me."
Mrs. Collins said, "That was nice of the former teenager to mention a place that needs help. I really want you to have a part-time job, Roger. You just do what you have to do. your father and I need to get the living room arranged."
Roger said, "As soon as I get my bedroom arranged, I'll go look into this beach front business."
Getting his bedroom in order didn't take him as long as he thought it would and he soon was in his casual clothes and sneakers as he headed off to find this beach side business. Heading by the post office first, he asked the postal clerk about Wotter Boards and he was told that there was no such business in Kailua Beach. He then went to city hall and he asked them about Wotter Boards. They surely had to pay for utilities since it was a business albeit beach side. But like the postal clerk, there was no registration for Wotter Boards at all. Plus, the city hall secretary had never heard of the business. Frustrated, Roger walked down to a local dance hall/arcade where an almost hidden advertising board was tacked to the side of the business partially hidden by a partially downed palm tree. Maneuvering around the palm tree, Roger saw a mention of the surf shop business on a ragged flyer on the advertising board. How it stayed on the board during the typhoon was a miracle in itself. He brushed the dirt off of the small flier and he saw the street address for the surf shop. He quickly saw that it was down a street that was literally out of the way from the public beaches. It was supposedly on a private beach of its own at the end of the lone street heading to that location. Since no one knew of the business at all, it was not likely to be in good shape due to the typhoon the island survived some weeks ago.
When Roger reached the end of the street in question, he could see that all of the homes that were once in this district was simply foundations and he knew his father would eventually be working this area during the rebuilds. Nearby, he saw an almost hidden by weeds weathered sign which read, "Wotter Boards -> This way ->" He then entered the small almost unseeable trail through the brush at the end of the street and as he topped the small mound on the other side, he found himself walking through beach sand that was all over the brushy wooded locale he was walking through. The storm must have driven the sand that far inland. When he reached the private beach, he could see the appeal of the beach and it made him smile. Then he noted a large sheet of plywood flesh with a cliff wall to one side of the private beach and he went over to it and examined the weathered plywood. It was at that point where he found a sign that read, "Welcome to Wotter Boards, the place for boards, wax and sun tan oil." Working his way along the plywood, he finally managed to locate an opening in the cliff and he squeezed through it to find the forward area of the surf shop. It was a little dark in the boarded up shop as he made his way through the business that all locals had forgotten.
Near the back of the shop, Roger found what looked like an otter man costume on display with a tag that read, "Custom Otter Diving Suit for blending in with the natural sea life. Wow... this is creative... I've never seen a diving suit made to look like a humanoid otter before. It looks so real that I thought I was looking at a monstrous otter at first. The creator's eye for detail is pretty awesome. Look at that tail in the back... They even included the sheath and sac in the front." And as he rubbed a hand over the sheath, he found that it was a little more real than he was expecting when he found that she sheath was occupied by what felt like an actual animal penis. "What in the Hell...? I thought it was going to be like an emergency water proof pocket." He then raised up as he was looking at the head of the diving suit otter costume. He used both hands to open each eye to see what this head looked like. When he saw the shiny eyes still in the sockets, he almost freaked out. But when the opened the muzzle with both hands, he saw the row of teeth and the tongue still inside the muzzle. "I just realized that this diving suit it still warm as if... the owner might still be in it. And this muzzle looks a little too real to be a costume. I wonder where the shop owners are anyway? I came here to see about getting a part-time job and the shop looks abandoned except for this awesome costume diving suit."
At that moment, Roger felt someone standing directly behind him as the mystery individual placed both very strong limber arms around the boy's torso and hugged him. "I knew I heard someone in here. Wake up, bro! We got a visitor! Before you freak out, friend... I'm Lou Wotter, one of the two owners of Wotter Boards. My brother Trey Wotter placed himself into a deep trance while wearing the diving suit he likes to sleep in the diving suit. I overheard where you said you wanted a part-time job. What's your name and try not to scream when you get a good look at me?" Lou released the young man and turned him around to reveal that Lou was some sort of Were-Otter person.
The young man said, "Wotter... I get it now... it stands for a shortened version of your species name. Were-Otter shortened to Wotter. No wonder no one I asked knew about your business. The last teenager that you and your brother likely knew left some graffiti on the wall of my bedroom that explained that you and your brother needed some help but were too proud to ask for assistance. My father is part of the rebuild project that just moved into Kailua Beach. My mother is a baker whom will be helping the meal preparation committee. My parents told me to get a part time job so I wasn't bored in Hawaii. My name is Roger Collins. Since your shop is not up to speed at that moment, how about if I were to help you and your brother on a trial basis for a week and then if you both deemed me worthy of working for you guys, then you could hire me officially? I've never met any Were-Otters before back in L.A."
Lou smiled as he laid a kiss on Roger's mouth. When he let up, he said, "My brother would go for that deal, but I am more open toward having a new friend around the surf shop."
Roger then said, "When I was checking out the diving suit, I groped it all over its private places; I didn't know your brother was inside of it."
Lou giggled. "You groped my brother? He will be upset that he missed out on that; but you can grope me anytime as long as I can return the favor."
End of Chapter One.
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