KD - Chapter 12

It’s another hot and sunny day at FUTA. Your shift begins and you get to work, power washing the walkways, trimming hedges, and pulling weeds out of the rock beds that surround all the buildings. It’s impossible not to be dirty, sweaty, and gross doing this kind of work, but you accept that. You feel the hot sun beating down on you, but you also feel the gazes of some of the people around. Your too-tight, more revealing take on the staff uniform seems to be working. You never thought of yourself as such a slut for attention, but it’s actually really fun. Maybe it’s because you’re far from home and surrounded by strangers. It doesn’t matter who sees you acting this way, and staff like you are not the ones who are on TV. No one that you know will ever find out about this.

Normally you would hate being down on the ground, pulling weeds, but put another way to think about it is that you’re on your hands and knees, being objectified by countless girls. You glance over your shoulder to see Adella slowing down as she walks by, checking you out. She obviously likes what she sees. Then you see who’s walking next to her.

You quickly face your work and put your head down, pulling down your baseball cap to hide your face. Riley can’t recognize you from just your rear end, right?

You finish with the weeds and pick up your stuff, getting ready to go on break, but someone touches your arm. You jump in surprise. You were on edge from seeing Riley, but it seems like she didn’t see you.

Tia is the one trying to get your attention. She’s wearing a sporty tankini that does not even pretend to hide the obvious imprint of her cock.

“Hi,” she says, and something’s off about her. Is she nervous? Is she nervous to be seen talking to you, a lowly worker?

You smile and lean casually on the corner of the building, taking a swig of water. She pulls her eyes away from the sight of your hard nips standing up under your soaked shirt.

“What’s up?” you ask, glancing at your phone and replying to a text.

“I was wondering if you were going to clean the sauna tonight,” she says.

“Um, no,” you say, looking at your schedule. “I’m not scheduled tonight. Why do you ask?”

“Oh, no reason. I have a friend who,” she begins uncertainly.

“A friend?” The piques your interest. “A friend who wants to help clean the sauna?” you add with a smile.

“I mean, maybe. If you wanted to,” Tia says. She’s trying so hard to be casual about this, but she can’t quite pull it off. So that’s what it is. She’s not nervous about being seen, she’s nervous because isn’t quite as confident as she likes to act.

“Well, I’m not working tonight. But I could come by,” you say. “If you wanted me to.”

“Just if you want to,” Tia says quickly.

She’s not great at this, but you don’t mind.

“OK,” you say. She’s looking past you. “Is that Roonie? Why’s she staring at you?”

“Huh?” You turn to look. Sure enough, there’s Roonie, wearing a one-piece bathing suit with a wrap. You smile and wave to her. She turns red and runs off. “Whatever,” you say. “What’s going on at the pool?”

“Oh, we won our little practice thing this morning,” Tia says offhandedly, shielding her eyes and watching Roonie dash off. “So we get to play in the pool.”

Lucky. It’s such a perfect day for it. You decide to check it out, just out of curiosity. Tia awkwardly leaves, and you take a different route, approaching the pool from across the lawn behind it. There are cameras and editing booths set up, and lots of FUTA staff, as well as coaches. The players are showing up and jumping in to cool off. The splashing and music are very noisy.

Having a sweet pool to play in is nice, but it’s not enough to make you wish that you were a part of the high-pressure craziness that they make these players do.

You do get some eye candy, though. There’s a slim, but muscular blonde with twin braids that has a fat bulge in her green swimsuit, and a few others who are obviously packing as well.

There’s Roonie, sitting on a lounger with a towel covering her lap, a big hat on, and a book in her hands.

Tia jumps into the pool without hesitation. You spot someone hurrying away. It’s Rita, and she looks intense. Curious, you follow her back to the office, where she breezes in and flops on the sofa with a sigh.

“You OK?” you ask, and she jumps in surprise. She didn’t even notice that you were here with her. You perch on the sofa next to her. She seems really off. What was she doing at the pool?

“Just stressed,” she says, rubbing her face. “Same as always. How are you?”

“On schedule.”

“Thank you,” she says gratefully, sighing. “Thank you.” You sort of understand… Rita needs everyone to do their part. Well, you’re doing yours. She just seems miserable.

That’s when you notice the bulge in her jeans. So that’s what’s going on. Or at least part of the tension. Right… she was at the pool, looking at all those girls in swimsuits.

She notices you looking and quickly crosses her legs to hide it.

“Something you need?” she asks.

No, but there’s something she needs. It’s time for the angel of mercy handy queen Kayla to share some relief. Her eyes go up and down your body.

“What did you do to your uniform?” she asks, licking her lips.

“You like it? Why are you all so horny all the time?”

“What? I’m not horny,” Rita says.

“Yes, you are.”

“Am not.”

“Prove it. Take it out.”

“Excuse me?” She snorts. “You trying to get a raise?”

“I’m on break, I can do what I want,” you say. “Is it always like this? Being around all these girls? Why do put yourself through it?”

“I’ll help you out.”

“You’re not getting a raise,” she says, watching you undo her jeans.

“Maybe I’m just a nice person,” you say as you unzip her, and she laughs. But then she stops laughing when the bulge in her underwear is exposed.

“What happens on break stays on break,” she says, a bit nervously. It’s cute.

You free her cock, finding it as thick as Tia’s, but as long as Roonie’s.

“Oh boy,” you say, startled. “You fit this inside a woman?”

“None of your business.”

“Single, huh?” You start to stroke it. Her soft flesh slides easily over the rigid shaft, and it feels almost hot enough to burn you. “Watching them in their swimsuits got you going, huh?”

“Seeing a cock got you going, huh?” she shoots back.

“Maybe,” you reply, squeezing it. She hisses.

“Girl, you are too much. You try this with everyone you work for?”

“First job,” you reply, stroking her gently with both hands and looking her in the eye.

“You got to look at me like that?” she asks with another laugh.

“Oh, is that a problem?” you ask, pretending to look apologetic. You make kissing lips at her. “My eyes are up here, manager.”

“Wear a bra, then.”

“Hide this cock, then.”

“Damn it, I was trying!” she says, laughing, but then the laugh’s cut off as she takes a deep breath. Your strokes are firmer now, pulling her foreskin up over the head. It must really be feeling good for her. “Oh,” she murmurs, sighing.

She doesn’t talk anymore after that. She just leans back and breathes through her nose. She must be so tense to be going along with this, but you are a little off balance, to be honest. You did this for a laugh, not planning to get worked up yourself, but her huge size kind of… has your attention.

She takes a sharp breath, and you squeeze the shaft with both hands. Creamy cum bursts out and splats onto her shirt. You keep going, watching her shiver through it until it just oozes out.

“Oh god,” she moans, opening her eyes and looking at the mess.

You stare at the cum on your hand, then smile at her. “Break time’s over. I better get back to work.”

“So I’m cleaning this up?”

“Now you know how I feel,” you say.

Dear diary,

It’s your girl. Tia just low-key booty called me out to the sauna tonight. She said that she’s bringing a friend, so I wonder what that’s about. Did she go and brag to everyone that she got it pulled for her? And now they want some? I don’t know, but I have to see who she’s bringing. I wonder if it’s Adella. I hope it is. So I guess we have a date tonight, but now I have a date with this swimming pool. I can’t swim in it, it’s for players only, but I can live vicariously through them. It’s so hot. This must be why Rita was cleaning the pool. Speaking of Rita, I caught her looking stressed after she was looking at all those girls in their swimsuits. I had ****! The handy queen strikes again! I never thought I would actually WANT to get my hands on my boss, but here we are. So much came out, too. I feel like I’m pregnant just from being there. Now I’m going to be thinking about Rita all the time. I am the best employee. I should get a raise.