Bottomless

"I think you dropped something!" one of the boys shouted, a grin on his face as he walked around the edge of the water. Brandi anticipated his plan and made a **** lunge to reclaim her bikini bottoms, her bare ass coming out of the water, but she was too slow. The boy stood, looking at her maliciously,her undergarment dangling from his hand. Other people were looking over.

"No, please, you need to give it back," Brandi pleaded, trying to keep her lower half submerged. The boy nodded and held them out to her, just out of reach. She jumped to get them, coming above the water to her thighs as she did, but the boy snatched them away. He did this a couple of times before Brandi stopped jumping for them. Fuming, she tried to figure out what to do.

"Haha, she's begging us to give it back!" another boy laughed, snatching the bikini bottoms from his grasp. The angry murmurs of the mothers could be heard, some of them casting disapproving glances in Brandi's direction. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks as the situation rapidly devolved into a game of keep away. She was glad all of the children were indoors. The boys continued to throw Brandi's bikini bottoms back and forth across the pool, laughing and making fun of her.

Brandi, feeling frustrated and embarrassed, waded over to the group of boys, who were now in the shallow end, gleefully passing her bikini bottoms back and forth. "Guys, can you please stop? I need those back," she said firmly, trying to maintain her composure.

Their ringleader, smirked and replied, "Nah, we like having them. You know, to keep as a souvenir or something." He then playfully tossed the bottoms to one of his friends, who caught them with a grin, "They smell like her pussy!"

"Seriously, this isn't funny," Brandi insisted, her voice trembling slightly. "I need them to cover up, and I'm starting to feel really uncomfortable."

"Look at her shaved pussy!" one of them jeered, sending more ripples of laughter through the water. Brandi's face was a deep shade of red as she frantically tried to swim after the bikini bottoms, her voice shaking as she pleaded with the boys. They were in no mood to listen to reason. "Aw, don't be such a killjoy," one of them said. "You look great without them."

Feeling more and more humiliated, Brandi pleaded, "Please, just give them back. I'm not doing anything wrong." The boys, instead of returning her bottoms, began to make fun of her, with one of them mimicking her plea in a high-pitched voice, causing the others to burst into laughter. "Please, just give them back. I'll do anything, just please," she begged, her eyes darting between the two of them.

The boys, however, seemed to have no intention of relinquishing their newfound prize. "Anything, huh? We'll see about that," one of them said, a mischievous glint in his eye. As Kyle arrived for his lifeguard shift, he couldn't help but notice the commotion in the pool. He saw Brandi, frantically trying to swim after her bikini bottoms, while the boys, having her at a disadvantage , were laughing and teasing her.

Kyle's protective instincts kicked in. He swiftly made his way to the pool's edge, climbed down the ladder, and approached the boys. "Hey, what's going on here?" he asked, a stern look on his face.

The boys, caught off guard, hesitated for a moment before one of them, trying to sound tough, replied, "Nothing much, just a little fun."

Kyle, however, wasn't buying it. He reached out and snatched the bikini bottoms from the boys' hands. "Give them back, you little shit," he said, throwing the bikini bottoms back to Brandi. Brandi, relieved and grateful, caught the bikini bottoms and quickly put them back on. Kyle, not wasting any time, turned to the boys. "Get the fuck out of here," he ordered, pointing to the exit. "You're done here for the rest of the summer. Don't let the gate hit you on the way out."

The boys, realizing that they couldn't win against Kyle, stormed out of the pool area. Kyle, feeling his cock hard in his swimsuit, helped Brandi out of the pool, offering her a sympathetic smile. "It's going to be okay, Brandi. You've got nothing to be embarrassed about," he reassured her. Brandi, feeling a bit shaken but grateful for Kyle's intervention, nodded her thanks. As "Hey, I'll take care of the pool for now. Just head home and get ready for your birthday party tonight."

Brandi, grateful for Kyle's support, managed a weak smile in return. "Thanks, Kyle. You're a great friend," she said, before heading towards the locker room. As she entered the building, she couldn't help but notice two angry-looking women exiting Marty's office. As they left, they glared at her in disgust.

Brandi, her heart racing, tried to sneak past Marty's office. Unfortunately, her luck ran out as she heard his booming voice, "Brandi! Stop right there!" She hesitated, knowing she was in for a confrontation. "You've got some explaining to do, young lady. Several members have just complained that you exposed yourself at the pool. Is that true?"

Brandi, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks, tried to explain, "It was the boys, Marty. I swear. They just..."

But Marty, unimpressed, cut her off. "Were you, or were you not naked below the waist in the pool, horseplaying with boys?" She just nodded and looked at the floor. "One good reason," said Marty. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't fire your sorry ass right now."

Brandi, ****, blurted out, "It's my birthday, today. It's not supposed to be like this." She felt tears welling up behind her eyes and fought not to cry.

Marty, a wicked grin spreading across his face, said, "Your birthday, huh? Maybe I can just give you a birthday spanking then." He patted his lap. "Maybe that would be punishment enough, and I won't need to fire you. What do you think?"

"N-no," said Brandi, her mind reeling. "I can't..."

"Brandi, get your sweet little ass into my office and lock the door behind you, or you're fired." Marty's eyes were cold, almost reptilian. Brandi knew she had to make a decision quickly, but the thought of what Marty might do to her in that small, enclosed space sent shivers down her spine. As she stood there, torn between her options, she weighed the consequences of each choice.