Getting Her Pool Cleaned

Cheryl watched discreetly as the pick up truck pulled up in front of her house. It was going to be a mostly quiet day on the street. The night before Cheryl was amongst many on the block to be blessed by the touch of the Idol. Others, much like George met a fate of serving the Idol in another capacity.

Much like the newly arrived pool boy likely would.

Looking across the road Cheryl waved to Justine, looked like she was already getting her house on the market. Grinning broadly Cheryl was eager to get her day started. This was the third pool cleaning company to arrive today.

Stepping down the stairs Cheryl’s skin rippled as her liquid body took on the appearance of a revealing bikini. She and the remaining immediate neighbours were spending the day either enjoying themselves, spreading their blessed new gifts, or preparing for tonight, when the block party of the damned would spread along the street.

Stepping out onto the back-porch Cheryl stretched luxuriating in her rejuvenated body, it made her shudder to think of the long slope of decay her life had been on until the previous night. She couldn't believe how misguided she was to be happy with it. But now she knew better, and she intended to spare others from the misery of growing old, or at the very least not tasting divinely forbidden pleasure.

The pool cleaner was a middle-aged man, he wore a flat topped baseball cap over his short dark buzz cut hair. He had wasted no time getting to work, already he had a drone skimming the top of the pool, as he ran a brush up and down its sides brushing free any algae that might have been forming.

"Good morning. Thank you so much for coming, I was in a panic. I offered my daughter a chance to have a pool party this weekend and the other three companies failed to show up." Cheryl feigned the panic and concern, each one had shown up, and much like them when Cheryl was done with this pool cleaner she would be adding his truck to the others.

"Oh its not a problem lady. It happens all the time. Likely some punk went for a bender last night and didn't show up for work." Jamie replied casually taking a glance at the amazing view his stop was providing. He didn't understand what he was even really doing here, the pool and water seemed fine.

Cheryl giggled, more at the thought of how his truck was likely going to be parked in a police impound lot within two hours.

Walking around the pool Cheryl made sure the pool cleaner had a chance to check out her perfect ass in the thong bikini before she laid back in an adirondack chair and gazed up appearing to sun tan. She watched as the pool cleaner checked her out heavily, likely thinking her vision was limited to the skyward pointed eyes currently concealed beneath the dark tinted glasses.

Jamie took off the hat and wiped his brow, this was his last pool to clean today. Then he could hit the bar, and talk with the guys about the hot blonde at his last stop. Walking around the pool he popped open a lid to check a filter. Something was odd about this, the pool might as well have already been scrubbed, there was hardly a thing floating on it... Hell the water was even eerily still, what little ripples occurred in its surface all emanating from the drone. Who calls a cleaner to clean a perfectly clean pool?

Glancing over at Cheryl he quickly glanced away, when did the client become topless? Were those perfect breasts? Jamie shook his head trying to get his mind back on task, trying to resist the urge to peek, he kept averting his gaze to his equipment... Test the PH. Yes...

Taking a small cup he dipped it in the water, feeling the unusually warm and welcoming liquid envelope his hand as it disturbed the calm surface. For a moment Jamie swore he actually saw the water ripple towards where his hand went in, but water doesn't do that.

Pulling the cup up, Jamie gazed at his hand for a moment as it seemed to tingle pleasurably, almost like pins and needles. Shaking his mind from that distraction he flung his hand towards the pool a couple times top cast of any droplets.

Opening his test strip canister, he pulled a PH strip, dipped it and laid it out. Watching it he scratched his neck as it failed to change colour. Trying another strip it failed to react as well. Looking around he averted himself once more of the topless client.

Jamie was trying to be decent, and respectful, but everything seemed to be forcing him to go over and talk to the client face to face, all while trying not to stare at the rather prominent chest she was displaying.

Dipping his hand in the water it felt warm to the touch, a strange tingling sensation dancing across his wet skin as Jamie debated what to do. Something felt off about this whole thing. The pool was clean, the PH strips didn't work on the water, and no pool should feel as warm as a recently drawn bath.

Something was giving Jamie the creeps. He debated cutting out now. Wrap his gear load it and just say it was done. Hell the customer signature be damned.

It was that or walk up to her and as where the pool heater and filtration system were….