After finally signing all the surfboards, swim clothes and the bare breasts of her fans (And handing out a few phone numbers to the more attractive ones), Daniela managed to extricate herself, and hit the water. The cool wetness of the salty ocean washed over her glistening scales. She enjoyed the feeling of strain on her toned muscles as she paddled out through the spray. Her freshly waxed board tweaked her nipples through her shiny black Bikini top. Every stroke made them harder. The orange light of the disappearing sun blinded her a little, as she sat up on her board, waiting for a good wave to catch. Twilight, was after all, the most active time of day for a shark.

Soon one came, She paddled hard to meet the wave, and as it rose beneath her, she leapt to her feet on her custom board, letting the aqua tube carry her along. Balancing with her tail, she angled her board, and let her hand dip into the ten foot wave as she soared along it, water breaking in a white foam cap above her head. It was perfect moments like these that made it all worth it. She was master of the water. As a shark girl, she was the most evolved of her entire species… and sharks were the apex predators in these climes. These refreshing depths were her birthright.

The wave took her all the way into shore. Daniela stood up in the shallows with a devilish grin on her face, and waded back out. Her plan was to surf well past sundown and into the night. When other surfers had packed up and gone home, she’d still be out there cutting through the chop to find the best rides.

She took back to the water, and paddled out once more. The salt water had drenched her hair, and gotten into her nose and mouth. Water beaded off the surface of her beige and brown scales. She swam out deeper than she had before. searching for the perfect blue. It made Daniela feel alive. She thought on what she’d do when she got home to the hotel later that night.
Maybe she’d ring room service and see if they served any fries. Probably see if she had any messages from any of her fans on voicemail. Perhaps she could arrange for a booty call… or another orgy… it had been a long time since that Yacht in the Mediterranean. And as good as an afternoon of hotel pay per view cable porn had been… masturbating alone in her room really hadn’t been enough to sate her kinks.

The cute shark girl floated beside her board in the last embers of the day, as the usual denizens of the bay swam under her. Fish, turtles, sharks… and something different…. Something from the deeper alien parts of the ocean. A monstrous and ancient evil.

The Pelican Eel swam up towards the surface. Usually a resident of the deepest black depths of underwater trenches, where inky blackness and crushing pressure fueled predatory competition unlike anything Daniela Shepard was used to on the surface waters she dived and froliced in. The thing came from a cruel and alien world beneath, filled with nightmares and teeth.

The slippery Eel, intrigued by the bright lights, and abundance of life to consume in this strange blue world above its own, begins to hunt the poor young maiden. It undulates and coils as it buoys towards the surface.

Unaware of her impending doom, Daniela bobbed obliviously on the waves, scouting for her next thrill.