May raised the stakes

It was then that May raised the stakes.

“It seems there are some hard-to-reach areas,” she said. “Magi, the top filter is clogged. Use the small sponge. And be thorough.”

The position was obscene. As she entered the opening, with her back to everyone, the apron hung forward. The thong, now clearly visible, was not a barrier but an accessory that highlighted the total exposure of her buttocks and crotch. A collective gasp behind the glass betrayed the spectacle. Magi held back her tears, feeling the cold air directly on the skin the thong left exposed on the sides.

For Cloe, the order was different.

“Cloe, that stubborn algae stain on the bottom. It needs manual scrubbing. Kneel down and use your hands.”

Kneeling on the cold grate was a new level of humiliation. The mesh stretched over her knees and thighs, and the little flowers pressed against her with more ****. Her hands worked clumsily in the murky water while her body, visible through the mesh, was devoured by stares.

May then approached Lara.

“Lara, your technique is impeccable,” she said. “But the pressure needs to be uniform. Allow me.”

And, in front of everyone, May placed her hands over Lara's, pressing her body against the glass from behind. May's fingers, intentionally, were placed right on the edge of the silicone patch on her bare back, on the verge of peeling it off. Lara held her breath, paralyzed by the fear that the deception would be discovered and the humiliation would become even greater. May, smiling at the glass, guided Lara's hands in slow circles, rubbing her against the acrylic. The muffled laughter from the other side of the glass sounded like screams in her ears.

The session ended with a clap from May.

“Excellent work. Our guests are more than satisfied.”

The walk back was a funeral march. Magi felt the thong's strap like a brand of fire. Cloe still felt the phantom touch of the little flowers. Lara bore the imprint of May's fingers on the edge of the patch, and the terror that her "protection" was only temporary. The humiliation had been intimate, personalized. May watched them leave, knowing that the true goal had been achieved: to prove that every inch of their bodies, covered or not, truly or falsely exposed, belonged to her.