Lifeguard Duty

As Brandi made her way to the locker room, she couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment. Her workout had left her feeling strong and invigorated, and she was eager to start her shift as a lifeguard. She quickly stripped off her sweat-soaked clothes and threw them into her locker, making a mental note to wash them later. As Brandi walked out of the locker room, she passed Marty's office and could feel his eyes crawling over her skin like a swarm of roaches.

"Looking good in that bikini this morning, Brandi," said Marty, from his desk. He leered at her, his filthy office like the cave where a predator drags its prey. Marty was the manager of pool services for the fitness club, a fat, hairy man in his fifties with thinning hair. He was in charge of the pool staff and maintenance. He was also a creep who seemed to take an inappropriate interest in all the female lifeguards. She knew she needed to be careful around him.

"Good Morning," she said noncommitally, breaking the eye contact. Brandi tried her best to ignore the sensation of being undressed by his gaze, but it was difficult to shake. She knew Marty had a reputation for crossing boundaries, and she couldn't help but wonder if she was next on his list. The thought made her feel dirty, and she quickened her pace, eager to reach the pool and start her shift.

Once she reached the pool, Brandi couldn't resist the temptation to take a quick dip in the pool, to refresh herself from her workout. The water was cool and invigorating, and she reveled in the sensation of it washing over her. She swam a lap, feeling the burn in her muscles, and reveled in the momentary escape from the world around her. She knew she would be up on that lifeguard stand sweating her ass off soon enough.

As she emerged from the water, she couldn't help but notice a group of teenage boys lounging on the pool deck. They were the same age as her, and she could feel their eyes on her as she climbed out of the pool. She walked over to the lifeguard stand, dripping water as she went. The boys couldn't hide their smiles, and one of them even whistled. Brandi rolled her eyes. She climbed up to her lifeguard chair and scanned the area, making sure everyone was safe and everything was in order.

The swimmers were a mix of young children, teenagers, and adults, all enjoying the summer day. The teenage boys were now splashing each other. The sun shone down on her, and she felt a sense of peace and contentment, knowing that she was exactly where she was meant to be. As Brandi sat in her lifeguard chair, she observed the various sights and sounds of the pool.

One thing that consistently annoyed her was the lack of attention some swimmers paid to the rules. She often had to blow her whistle and remind them to stay within the designated areas, or to stop engaging in horseplay. It seemed as though some people saw the pool as a playground rather than a place that required a certain level of safety and respect.

Another source of irritation for Brandi were the parents who seemed to have no regard for their children's safety. They would sit on the edge of the pool, chatting and sipping on their drinks, while their little ones ventured too far from the shallow end. Brandi would often have to intervene, guiding the children back to their parents and reminding them of the importance of constant supervision.

The pool was bustling with activity, from young children splashing around to older teenagers showing off their diving skills. It was a job that demanded her full attention, but it also allowed her to witness the full spectrum of emotions and experiences that unfolded before her.

As she sat in the lifeguard chair, Brandi's gaze drifted to the group of unruly teenage boys, who seemed to be eyeing her with a mixture of curiosity and mischief. They whispered to each other, their eyes never leaving her. Brandi couldn't help but wonder what they were up to, and she felt a prickle of unease along her spine. Brandi looked at her watch and called for a pool break. With groans of disappointment, the children all climbed out of the pool and went inside to enjoy the air conditioning and use the vending machines. The group of boys remained in the pool.

Brandi blew her whistle, her voice firm and commanding. "Come on, guys, it's a pool break. You have to get out of the pool." She climbed down and walked towards them, into their trap. Two of the boys, who had been lurking behind the lifeguard stand crept up behind her and sharked her, yanking her bikini bottoms all the way down to her ankles. Brandi's heart raced as she realized her most intimate parts were exposed to the world. She bent to pull them back up, but instead got tripped up and fell into the pool.

Sputtering and gasping for air, she emerged from the water, her face flushed with humiliation. The boys, who had been watching her with rapt attention, burst into raucous laughter. Brandi quickly understood why. Her bikini bottoms still lay on the concrete next to the pool. At least her lower half was submerged in the water, but her bare ass and clean shaven pussy were now on display for the entire pool!