Alex gets in the water

Alex sat herself next to Kira on the wooden bench. She didn't briefly hit Kira with her butt, but then managed to position herself correctly.

"I mean, I wouldn't complain, but that's probably the wrong spot," Kira laughed.

Alex's face went red.

The two girls sat in silence for a while, listening to the jets in the private pool.

"So uh, what do you do normally?" Alex asked.

"I thought I said I wasn't going to share anything about my past."

"I was just...trying to make conversation."

Kira made face, and a weird noise with her mouth. "Fine. I guess you've earned it. I'm a waitress normally."

"Ooh. Whereabouts?" Alex asked.

"It's...uhh..."

Alex finally caught on. "It's an adult place, isn't it?"

Kira sighed. "Fuck. Yeah, it's a bondage bar to be precise." She **** the words out with disdain.

"That's so cool!" Alex said. Kira was surprised.

"Cool?"

"Yeah!"

"People normally think I'm some sort of sick fuck with a fetish when I tell them that."

Alex was however, excited about this revelation. "Why would they? That job sounds cool! Do you wear bondage, or is it just the patrons?"

Kira looked at Alex and pulled a face. No-one was ever usually this interested in her job before. Usually, everyone called her a pervert then ran away as quickly as possible. But here was someone who shared her interest. She smiled.

"Yeah, the staff are in bondage. We mix up our jobs and outfits however we like though," Kira explained, affording herself the pent-up excitement. "I'm best at waiting tables. We all dress as playboy bunnies, leotard with stilettos and ears. I wear an arm binder and a full hood over top."

"Full hood? As in, no eye holes?"

"Yup. I get locked into it to. For four hours at a time. Same with the arm binder. My boss hangs onto all the keys and lets us out for breaks."

"Leather or latex?"

"Blue leather."

"Sick." Alex made a noise that Kira could tell was her masking an erotic reaction.

"I get heaps of tips too."

"I bet. How do you..."

"Actually do the job of waiting tables?"

"Yeah."

"Easy. I've committed the floor plan to memory. I get a tray with the food and drink attached to me. Like the keybinders here actually. I then go to whichever table my boss needs to, wait until the patrons grab their stuff, then rinse and repeat."

"And you just wait around when you don't need to carry food?"

"Nah, we usually go and wander about the tables, giving lap dances and what not."

Alex **** down a moan. "I want to work there."

Kira laughed. "You'd be the first. It would mean you would have to move to California though."

"Oh."

"Heh. You could find a similar place in your country I guess."

"Nah. All the places like that are all vulgar. They're all about..."

"..sex?"

"Yeah. I don't want to bang anyone, I just like the feeling of being in bondage."

"I'm the same. That's why I like where I work. No obligations. And the customers aren't allowed to be creeps. Everything has to be respectful. There are some girls who offer those services, though I am not one of them."

Alex and Kira chatted for a solid forty-five minutes about her job. Alex was super interested, and Kira was happy to meet someone who appreciated it instead of judging her for it.

Eventually, the two girls became wrinkly prunes and decided to exit the water.

"Hey," said Kira. "There's a spa attached to these pools. You want to go and get a massage?"

Alex raised and eyebrow. "What's the catch?" She couldn't see Kira's face to see if she was being played.

"I don't know. Haven't been there yet. Guess we'll find out together."

"Alright. Let's just dry off first."

"I'm sure they'll have the means to do that."

"Ok, then let's get dressed."

"You can, but I'll keep my top off. Too much hassle. Can you hold onto it?"

Alex blushed again, but agreed. "Sure."