Naomi cleans the showers

“Follow me,” the brunette orders.

Naomi follows to a closet with cleaning supplies on the shelves, there are metal buckets on the floor.

“Grab a bucket and a sponge,” the woman commands.

Naomi does as she’s told and follows through a few corridors on the ground floor. Through the windows she sees the pool, people are sunbathing around it, while a few others are swimming. There are a couple of hot guys with ripped abs, she wished she was out there in her bikini getting some sun, but she was stuck here, cleaning the place up like she worked here. The worst thing: she wasn’t even getting paid for this.

“In here,” the brunette said. She tilted her head to the men’s showers.

Naomi looked from the woman to the door, her eyes widening. As she walked in, a grey-haired man walked out wearing only a towel. This was so embarrassing.

She filled the bucked with water from the sink, the woman added some soap to made it foam up.

“I want you to clean the whole place up,” that means the floors, the benches, the sinks and the showers. Any problems?”

Naomi shook her head, though she had a problem with it, all of it.

“Good, I’ll be back in thirty minutes, you should have done the whole place by then.”

Naomi grabbed her bucket and headed over to the shower, she couldn’t believe she was doing this, but the thought of how they might punish her if she doesn’t was her only motivation.

She dunked the sponge into the bucket and began scrubbing the tiles at the top; at least nobody was in here taking a shower. It was a square shower area with a grate in the middle for the water to drain into, there were three showers on one wall and three on another, with a gap that served as the entrance.

Naomi scrubbed the walls and the shower heads, then crouched to scrub the floors, the leash scraping on it. Her cheeks flushed red when she heard men’s voices behind her. She turned her head and saw the two of them come in.

“Should we wait?” one asked. He was one of the guys with ripped abs back at the pool, he had blonde hair back to his shoulders and toned arms.

“No, it’s fine, I’m pretty much done,” Naomi said without looking up from her spot on the floor, she’d never been so embarrassed. It seemed that was a feeling she’d get used to this week.

They both came in with their trunks still on. The water splashed all over and Naomi continued to scrub the floor as the men’s bodies were covered in foam. Maybe she could get back at Paul some way. She had an idea.