A surprise at work

I don't even bother to finish, instead I zip up my pants, flush down nothing as a cover, and wash my hands. Once I'm back in my room, I strip down to my undies and head to bed. Even if it never happened in this reality, I did just do two rounds with Krys after a full day of chores. I'm beat. I trust in the mighty alarm and pass out.

The next day I groggily roll myself out of bed, nearly hitting the floor. My phone was blasting the default alarm tone. I grab it and turn off the alarm without looking.

"Mmffff" I groan into my pillow. I **** my head up and look at the time. "8:00?" Either I was back to maintenance or alternate-me set my alarm an hour late for waitstaff... ensuring that at best I'd be sent back to maintenance, if not outright fired. I put my head down and groaned once more into my pillow.

After a quick shower and shave I found the next hurdle of the day: I have no bus pass. I turn my entire room upside down looking for it but no dice. I was in the middle of lifting up my mattress when a knock interrupted my concentration. I turned to look while holding the mattress above the bed frame. It was Mia, standing in the open doorway, her curled knuckles still on the door and looking slightly puzzled.

"Uh, what are you doing?" She asks.

"Looking for my bus pass," I say. I let go of the mattress and it drops onto the frame with a bounce before resting off-center, with a corner propped up by one of the bed posts.

"Well, I'm gonna head out if you want a ride to work." Mia jingles her keys in the air. "You know, if you need to be somewhere after work you could ask if I could pick you up. The bus service out here is terrible."

The gears started to turn in my head. I thank past me for making a universe where a pretty girl drives me to work instead of a rude bus driver.

"Oh no, it's all good." I do a limp wave to brush off her suggestion. "I'll find it later."

We get in the car and I think 'Now is a good idea to try to use this conversation to gleam some new info about this world,' but what do I say? How do I explain my lack of knowledge on basic shit? And most importantly, where do I even start? I guess, first things first, learn how to do my damn job.

"Um, this is going to sound crazy, but pretend I'm a day one-er. What job do I have at the resort exactly." I ask. Mia looks at me like I've grown antlers.

"You're right, you do sound crazy. Are you okay?" She takes a hand off the wheel to check my forehead. I wave her away.

"I'm fine. Just a bit scrambled. Humor me, please." I say.

"Well, caddies have a very important job. " she puts on a voice like a teacher babying a student. "You stand around for 3 hours at a time until a rich asshole decides he's too important enough to look after his own luggage." She clearly doesn't think highly of the position.

"And where do I go to start my day?" I ask.

"Ya head to the locker room to change and then I don't know from there. Pick your nose until someone needs you I guess. Try not to be caught on your phone." She starts to pull into the resort parking lot. "Did you hit your head or something? Why do you need me to give a rundown of your job to you?"

"Um," I think fast. "Mr. Ito asked for me to be the one doing the training if they hired any new caddies. I kind of just go on autopilot so I was going to ask someone else what the important stuff was."

"Who the fuck is Mr. Ito?" Mia said as she put the car into park. Now it's your turn to look very confused.

"Club manager?" I say.

"Now I know you're going insane. Paul's the manager." She says. "And his last name's Beaton. What are you talking about?" I open the door.

"Trust me, you wouldn't believe me if I tried to explain." I say as I climb out the car.

Mia's full of shit. Caddying isn't me sitting on my ass half the time. I spent the whole morning running around being rich old guys' bitch for hours at a time. The course is just small enough to not use golf carts and just big enough to be hell on my legs lugging around the equipment alongside Mike, another caddie. And no water for you. Golfers had water, but it was "unbecoming" to carry a bottle with us. So I have to be dressed in long pants and a dumb vest in the sweltering heat.

I'm on hole 12 of 16 when another caddie, Danny, comes up to me. He was an older man, and very tall. Looks like he's was at least six feet. He has dark brown hair he keeps short with a part on the right side. He makes the stupid uniform look good, with toned arms peaking out his short-sleeved shirt.

"Hey, what's up man?" I ask.

"I'm here to take the rest of your shift." He takes the bag I'm holding and slips it on his shoulder. "Your usual is out waiting for you." He pats my stomach a bit too hard. "Lucky you, huh?"

I have no idea what he was talking about but I'm not going to question taking a break from carrying around golf clubs, even if it was just walking back to the start of the course to do it all over again for another rich white dude with too much time on his hands. I make my way back the front of the course on my own.

"I wonder what 'my usual' means," I say to no one. "Does someone really love me as a caddie? Am I being demoted?"

Then, I see her. Standing in athletic wear, next to a pink golf cart, is Krys.

I'm flabbergasted. I guess you did make her a member but day one? And she knows you?

"Close your mouth," Krys says with a smile. She walks up to me and pushes my jaw up with a finger. "You can't be starstruck every time." She laughed. "As cute as it is."

"Um, umm," I stutter. "Hey Krys." You wave. "How are you doing." Her tone changes. She looks around. There's other golfers getting set up and people sitting at the outside seating for the restaurant. Suddenly, her demanoer sours.

"It's Miss Ito to you," She says in a harsh voice. "Not Krys."

She turns around close enough to smack you with her long hair and drops her pink golf bag in front of you. She walks to her golf cart and gets in.

"Well?" She asks in the passenger's seat. I quickly grab her bag and run over to start driving her onto the courses.

We drive in silence for a bit, until we get away from that main resort. I have trouble finding the first hole as this is actually my first day driving a golf kart. Krys is the first one to break the silence.

"You know you could at least pretend to be a good caddie so people don't get suspicious," She says. "and what's with this 'Krys.' No one's called me that in years."

"Oh, sorry, Krystina," I say, bumbling thru this conversation. She slaps my arm in what you think she thinks is playful, but just hurts.

"Stop playing around," She laughs. "No one's called me that in years."

"Uhhhh," I stall.

"Are you okay?" She asks. Everyone's been asking that today. "Stop here." She puts a hand over my lap. I turn off the cart. "Don't forget to grab my bag. It can't be all games."

I ignore golf is literally a game and do as she says. She has me tee up the ball and grab her one of the big heavy ones I don't know the name of. She lines it up and immediately hits it into a sand trap.

"Drat," She says, annoyed. "Just set up the next one. I'm not going into the sand today."

I do what she says and this time she hits the water. For the third try I give her a new golf club and she full on misses the ball. She kicks it in frustration, tearing out the tee.

"Okay, that's enough golf for right now," She sighs.

"Do you want me to take you back to the resort?" I ask. She chuckles.

"You're joking, right?" She shoves the golf club into my chest playfully, then whispers into my ear. "The only one getting off that easily it's going to be me."

Krys, or Kristina, or whatever her actual name is, walks over to the cart and sits on the hood, reclining back in a way that tugs on your pants. She puts her thumbs in her workout shorts and pulls down until they're around her knees. She opens her legs and presents her pussy to me.

"Start eating caddy boy," She commands me.