Next Lifeguard Shift

The next day, Brandi arrived at gym for her shift as a lifeguard. Thankfully, Marty wasn't there yet. At least she shared this shift with Kyle, she smiled. He was already there, and they got the pool ready. Brandi nervously adjusted her red lifeguard uniform and made her way up to the tower, ready to start her shift. She hadn't worn it since that day. The water was a vibrant blue, and the chlorine smell filled her nostrils. Brandi loved her job as a lifeguard.

As Kyle settled into his own chair, he couldn't help but notice Brandi, who was wearing her red lifeguard bikini. He couldn't help but admire her from afar, having to shift himself as his cock grew stiff. She looked amazing! The sun was shining brightly, and soon the sound of children laughing and splashing filled the air. Throughout the day Brandi and Kyle exchanged a glances, their eyes meeting for a brief moment before they both looked away, blushing.

Throughout the day, they kept a watchful eye on the swimmers, making sure that they followed the rules and stayed within the designated area. Brandi took a moment to relax, leaning back in her chair and soaking up the last rays of sun. She couldn't help but feel grateful for the simple pleasures in life, like the warmth of the sun on her skin and the feeling of being needed and useful.

During one of the breaks, Kyle couldn't resist any longer. He called out to Brandi, "Hey, do you need any sunscreen? I have some extra."

Brandi laughed, "Actually, that would be great. Thanks, Kyle." He made his way over to her tower and applied the sunscreen to her shoulders, sending a jolt of electricity through both of them. They smiled at each other, their eyes locked, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. The rest of the shift went by in a blur of flirtatious glances, playful banter, and stolen moments.

As their shift came to an end, Brandi and Kyle chatted as they made their way towards the locker rooms. "So, what are your plans for the rest of the day?" Brandi asked, trying to keep the conversation light.

Kyle smiled, "Just planning on relaxing. How about you?"

"I'm not sure yet," Brandi replied, her thoughts momentarily drifting as they passed Marty's office. Suddenly, Marty called out, "Brandi, can you come in here for a second? I need to see you."

Brandi's face fell, and she hesitated for a moment. "Uh, I'll see you later, Kyle," she said, her voice wavering slightly.

Kyle nodded, "Alright, take care. I'll catch up with you later." He headed to the locker room. Brandi stepped into Marty's office, a cold lump in her stomach. Marty looked at her, his expression predatory. "Brandi, I need to talk to you about something. Close the door behind you and lock it."

As Brandi closed the door behind her, Marty noticed that she hadn't locked it. "I said to lock the door, you dumb bimbo," he instructed her, "You don't want your boyfriend Kyle walking in on us, do you?"

Brandi hesitated for a moment, her eyes darting to the doorknob. "No, I'm not going to lock it," she said firmly. She then turned to face Marty, her voice laced with determination. "Look, what happened between us last week was a mistake. I don't want anything like that to happen again."

Marty leaned back in his chair, a smirk forming on his lips. "Is that so? Have you given Kyle a blowjob yet?" Brandi's cheeks flushed red, her eyes downcast. Marty's smirk widened. "So, you're saving all your dick sucking skills for me, you little whore?" He reached for the zipper of his pants, unzipping them and pulling out his flaccid cock.

Brandi's eyes widened in horror. "This is not happening again, Marty. I'm not going to do this."

Ignoring her protests, Marty continued, "Get over here. Get on your knees and get this cock in your mouth, if you want to keep your job, you little slut."

Brandi shook her head, "No, I'm leaving. I don't care if you fire me. That's not happening again." She turned and walked towards out door, not bothering to close it. Marty scrambled to put his little dick back into his pants as Brandi stormed out. She heard him call her a bitch, and smiled. She had stood up to him.