To say the least, the pool was packed. It seemed as though every man, woman, and child in the city of Seattle along with the surrounding metropolis had all come together to party at my workplace. So, it only made sense that the minute I was changed into my black, one-piece bathing suit, one of my co-workers came running up to me, breathless and frantic.
"Alanza!" she cried, grabbing my arm with clammy fingers. "Thank God you're here!"
"No problem, Christy," I replied, peeling her fingers off my blistering skin. We were standing in the women's locker room, surrounded by chlorine-infested mothers and skinny little teenagers younger than I was. Their voices were a mild irritation on my list, so I was able to ignore them all with ease. Yet, Christy proved to be a bigger annoyance. "So, what's the problem?"
"All right," she sighed in her usual voice that usually I was able to ignore. Today, her perky little voice was like nails on the chalkboard. Holding out her hand, she put one finger out for each problem that she named. "One, some kid threw up in the men's room, so Shaun's in there cleaning that up, which leaves him off-duty. Two, Monica went home because her little sister cut her finger open. Three, we only got Brandon, Cessy, and Pete. I think Pete left just a minute ago, and nobody will listen to anything that I say!" she whined. "I can sit there and yell at them to cooperate, but nobody cares! They'll listen to you, Alanza, make them listen!"
Sighing heavily, I nodded. "Fine, I'll see what I can do." I grabbed my towel and strode out onto the deck so that I could avoid Christy's annoying tone. All I had to do was sit in the lifeguard chair and stay there. I could do that. I mean, how hard could it be to just sit?
Not as easy as you'd think.
The minute I stepped out onto the deck, everything hit me like an iron hammer. The noises of screaming children running like savages, groaning adults as they heaved themselves out of the water, and the cry of Cessy's whistle as she vainly tried to stop two teenagers from playing Chicken. The sights were overwhelming as well. I suppose working at a pool while in heat had to be the stupidest idea I had ever had. Nearly sixty percent of the population swimming were males, and not a single one wore a shirt. All of them were glistening with water over their tanned muscles as droplets fell off their perfected skin and onto the tile. A little moan escaped me, and I sagged against the doorframe, my towel dropping to the damp floor.
Christy, coming up from behind me, pushed me out into the open with frail hands. "C'mon, girl, let's get to work. People need you."
Shaking my head and forcing myself to snap out of my drugged state, I fumbled with my whistle. With one shrill blow, I caught the attention of the remaining lifeguards. Christy was right: Pete was gone. Yet, I couldn't see Brandon anywhere either.
Cessy bounded over, her skinny body frame twisting with every move as I followed her with my eyes. God, I was starting to turn into a lesbian pervert too. I covered my eyes with one hand and sighed deeply to myself, trying to find some inner strength to stay on the straight and narrow.
"What's up guys?" she asked, wringing water out of her black hair. The teenagers, seeing that they weren't going to get caught, continued their game of Chicken. I wasn't worried; they'd get kicked in the rear by me in a couple minutes.
"Alanza called ya," Christy commented.
"Hey, good to see you, Alanza," Cessy chirped. I looked up and nodded faintly with a plastic smile on my face. "So, what's up?"
"Where's Pete?" I questioned, trying to control the queasy feeling that rose in my stomach.
"Gone."
"Brandon?"
"Men's room."
"What the hell is he doing in there?" I asked impatiently. Having recently been promoted to co-head of the lifeguarding squad, I felt it was my responsibility to make sure everyone was in line.
Cessy shrugged. "Dunno. Said something about leaving 'cause he didn't want to work."
"Leaving my ass," I snorted and stormed off to the men's room. Just because I was in heat didn't mean I had to sacrifice my reputation and job for some lazy bum that didn't feel like working.
"Alanza, where are you going?" Christy called from the other end of the pool.
"To get Brandon out here."
"You can't go in there! It's the men's room!" Cessy responded.
"I can do whatever I want!" And, with that, I turned sharply on my heels and headed into the lions' den.
The men's room was quieter than the women's with just the sound of a single running shower as background noise. Two males, who were obviously more than friends, left the room as I entered, casting an almost evil glance in my direction. Screw them, I thought bitterly, but not literally of course.
"Brandon!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. The shower stopped in shock, and I strode over there to see what was happening. Unfortunately, I caught a bare-assed Brandon trying to weasel his way out of the shower without getting caught. I froze right in my tracks and felt every muscle in my body scream.
"A-Alanza," he stumbled, embarrassed and reaching for his towel as we met eyes. He was exactly the same age as I was, but a definite four or five inches taller with probably another extra hundred pounds of pure muscle on him all of which was covered in luscious mocha skin accompanied by black hair. He had extremely strong cheekbones, with traces of sore acne below his ears, along with a scar on his right arm. In his profile application, he had written that he had played football in high school and went All-American, but an ankle injury caused him to quit before college. All in all, he was gorgeous and every transgenic cell of my body wanted to be screwed by him right there in the locker room.
He was hunched over now, fumbling with the damp towel and attempting to tie it around his waist with wet fingers. Obviously being caught butt-naked by one of his superiors in the workplace had to be close to death on the humiliation factor, and the frantic sputtering with flushed face showed that all too clearly.
"Alanza, I-I didn't hear you…I was just…Cessy told me…It was Pete who started everything…"
"Don't worry about anything," I breathed, approaching him with feline grace until he was cornered in the shower area. There were five different showerheads all in one square shaped tiled room with just a tiny door to leave and come. Had I not been so blind, I would have found it extremely funny that I was in the boys' bathing room instead of the girls', where it was safe.
I had him backed into a corner, and we both knew it, yet neither one protested. He had always wanted me since the day I walked in and fervently asked me out only to be greeted with an answer of "no, I have a boyfriend". Well, I no longer had a boyfriend, and I no longer had any restraints. Take me now, Brandon, I'm yours.
The next thing I knew, I was all over him, shoving my tongue down his throat, clawing at his bare chest as I ground my hips against his crotch. I believe that a weak protest of "not in the shower" came from his succulent lips, but he didn't put that much emphasis onto it. His warm hands were caressing my breasts, sucking at the hardened nipples though my swimsuit that begged to be kissed. I didn't give a damn about foreplay and obviously neither did he. Pretty soon, he was sitting on the tiled floor, while I straddled him, fumbling blind with the towel. Yet, just as he was attempting to rip my suit off, there was a shrieking female voice that blasted its way through my muddled mind.
"A-lan-za! Did you find Brandon!? Alanza!"
Brandon's body went paralyzed and his arms came up, preventing me from touching him. "Shit!" he hissed. "It's Christy!"
We both scrambled to push ourselves up and out of the puddle that had formed due to the fact his towel was covering the drain. Yet, surprisingly, he didn't seem all that embarrassed with what had just happened, and neither did I. Most likely we were both still in shock. Him, from being attacked, and me from seeing his gorgeous body naked.
"Yeah, he was just getting ready to leave," I responded, rubbing at my temples, dazed still.
"Is he gonna work today?" Christy asked from outside the men's room.
I glanced over at the questioning Brandon, who merely shrugged his shoulders in confusion.
"No," I called back out to Christy, "he won't be."
"What?" Brandon asked me in a shocked undertone.
"Look, you wanted your day off, you got it. Just go…somewhere…now. Ok? Don't ask," I shot back and hurried out of the locker room. Mom was right. I couldn't afford to be at work, no matter how badly I needed the money. So, I pushed past a dazed Christy and Cessy, shouting that I needed a personal day and literally flew out of the pool building. My faithful motorcycle waited, as always, and I drove it to the limits, trying not to sense how good the vibration of the engine between my legs really felt.
