Crowd Control at the Log Flume

‘Great work Emily!’ Alan kept up his charm offensive. ‘I don’t remember these mirrors ever looking so coruscating!’ He was very pleased with that one.

Confusion flickered across the girl’s eyes. ‘It means “gleaming,” I’m very happy with your work.’

‘Oh, I’m sorry Mr Jackson,’ she giggled. I don’t know all these big words like you!’

‘No, I’m sorry,’ he comforted her, ‘I am quite effluent, I suppose. Some of these words can be quite a mouthful! If you like, I’d be happy to teach you some.’ He paused – had he gone too far?

‘Oh, that would be wonderful!’ she cried. ‘I’d love to learn from you, and I’d be more than happy with a mouthful!’

He studied her face. Was she fucking with him, or was she as naïve as she appeared? He decided to change the subject.

‘I’ve got to go and attend to some important business,’ declared Mr Jackson, ‘So I’m afraid I’m going to have to leave you for the time being. Can you head over to Tom at the Log Flume? Apparently it’s getting quite busy, could you give him a hand?’

‘Sure thing, Mr Jackson! I’m on it!’ She remembered where the log flume was, and ran all the way there.

‘Tom? I’m Emily, pleased to meet you! Mr Jackson sent me to help.’

Tom looked over at the girl, knowing from her excitable demeanour that he was going to find her annoying. But, fuck me, he thought: you are gorgeous! However annoying she might be, he was going to put up with it for a chance to get to grips with those incredible tits squeezed into that shirt. Maybe if he showed her the ropes he could ask her to hang out with him after work, offer to walk her home, take a detour through the park, maybe finger her up the duck pond.

‘Pleased to meet you Emily. This will settle down later and we can hang out and get to know each other.’ Emily was pleased to have made a new friend. ‘For now though, we’re going to need to run some extra boats. Can you go down to the queue, count how many people are waiting?’

‘Yes sir!’ Emily was excited to be given such an important job, and clicked her heels as she saluted Tom.

‘Cool,’ he smiled. ‘Take these stairs, just make sure when you get to the big plastic screen, have it on your right. It’s wet down there.’ He stressed the last sentence and glanced down at her crotch, but he was disappointed to see that she was clearly oblivious to his flirting.

As she jogged down the stairs toward the queue she enjoyed the screams as one of the boats plunged into the lake at the end of the ride, sending sheets of water into the air and soaking the passengers. She practiced her counting, knowing that she had such an important job to do, by keeping track of the steps. ’28, 29, 30. 30 steps, cool!’ she said to herself. ‘Right, stay on the right of the big plastic screen, copy that Tom!’ she pretended she was talking into a walkie talkie, communicating with headquarters while she carried out her Very Important Mission.

It was a little tricky to see the customers waiting in the queue, squeezed as she was between the lake at the bottom of the track and the screen. The screen was not easy to see through, but she faced it and tried to count. After all, Tom had sent her on this mission, and he hadn’t said it was going to be simple.

Tom glanced down from the rotating area where the dry passengers climbed into the boats, and the wet passengers climbed out, and saw the new girl standing right by the track on the wrong side of the screen.

‘Emily!’ he shouted as loud as he could over the rattle of a boat just clearing the brow of the last rise before crashing down into the water. ‘Emily!’

Emily just heard her name being called, even though the sound of one of the boats rushing down the track toward her was really loud. It was a bit scary seeing how fast it was going, and hearing the four people in it screaming!

She saw Tom waving at her and turned away from the screen to click her heels again and give him another salute. Standing as straight as she could, just like a soldier, she was hit full in the face by a wall of water churned up by the boat hitting the water.

The sheet of water launched Emily bodily into the plastic screen, and she bounced off it, coming to rest on the edge of the lake. The water was still roiling as she stared into it, confused about what had just happened. She stood upright, a little unsteadily, and became aware that her t-shirt, which was already quite tight, was now soaked through and was clinging to her curves in a quite obscene manner. Tom was staring at her, his mouth forming a perfect ‘O’ shape, and she saw a few customers on the rotating platform pointing at her laughing, or covering their mouths with their hands, shocked. Looking down, she saw that the shirt had become almost see-through, and everybody could see the exact shape of her boobs and the red outline of her bra.

Embarrassment overtook Emily as she wondered what Mr Jackson would think if he were to see her like this. Of course, being such an important and busy man he’d be angry that she had soaked her uniform, so she simply must find a way to put this right without him knowing! She squealed and crossed her arms tightly across her, and kept her hands tight across her chest as she ran back to the locker room, hoping she wouldn’t attract too much attention on the way.