Pool boy

Hmm.. nothing comes to mind right away. Maybe seeing their home could give ideas.. lawn might need care. You type in Samantha givens home address, a big blue house appears. A tall privacy gray fence borderlines a large yard with a pool. The lawn looks near perfect.. what else could you do...?

It hits you at once, POOL BOY! It's a classic reason to be shirtless in a strangers yard. Now how to get hired.. another quick Google search reveals two pool cleaning services in the area "Martins Hot Tub Cleaners" and "Dicks Cleaning service." Shed probably hire that second one to be frank.. their contact area of the website has a phone number and a help wanted sign. You dial the number.

Ring ring ring

"Hello Dicks Cleaning Service, Dick speaking how can I help you?" A males voice says, he sounds tired.

"Hi my name is Doug and I was looking to see if you were hiring?" You ask.

You hear a shuffle and the phone being dropped, more rustling and the voice returns, "YES Yes please umm I mean yes of course. Can you start immediately, where are you located?"

Before answering you look up an address close to Samantha's, try and increase the chance you service their home. "Yes and 63830 turner lane."

The voice answers quickly, "oh yes great great I've had trouble keeping a pool boy in that area for some reason.. they all quit so fast.." he pauses sure he has revealed too much, "oh no I mean.. it's a great area and anal. I MEAN oh gosh.. just yeah.. you still want the job?"

"Yes please," you answer.

"Great come pick up a uniform and I can have an appointment set up today." He sounds disappointed in how much he said.

Doesn't matter you have the in.

Not wasting time you gather your things and head to Dicks Cleaning Service. As you arrive you see a line of futa looking angry and disappointed. You push past them to get inside and can feel their stares.

"My pool hasn't been serviced in weeks!" You hear one voice yell.

"Futa cleaners? I didn't sign up for that?!" Another yells.

"Ladies ladies! Please one at a time." The voice of dick from the phone yells over the crowd. He's a tired frail looking man. Gray hairs sprinkle on a balding head and large bags form under swollen eyes. He spots you, "oh Doug! Good timing. Ladies please our new employee just arrived."

His words quiet the crowd. As you walk forward and take your uniform, cleaning supplies and assignments you know that all eyes are locked on you. "Do these in any order you'd like, I don't care. 18902 I know is paying bonus time for a pool party so it's not a bad one to pick." He smiles weakly, good luck.

You turn and confirm that every eye is on you, futa in line clutch necklaces, play with their hair, or try and record you with phones. A small push of the door to leave and voices erupt again.

"Sign me up for three years!"

"Why isn't he servicing my area!?"

"He's famous I've seen him before!"

The quiet of the parking lot is calming.