Anne says to trade sex to Lulu for a staycation house

You fire up your phone, because you really should check this out with Mrs. Campion, your other boss, because you have a sense that Come up to the house might be for more than a glass of lemonade. Your new and extra-fancy phone, a gift from Anne, is a little unfamiliar, but so it goes. At least you did put some phone armor around the little jewel. But cool phone armor.

Well okay then.

You are not so sure on how Anne would know about naked lifestyle influencers, but your fiancée used to be an aspiring actress before she went into fitness, so maybe she's got reason to know about Lulu Mariner from both her old and new careers. Or, well, from the way things get done here in Greater Movieland. A real operator, too. Someone who gets a producer credit from making a connection.

You stow your tools and gloves, wash up and towel off in the pool house. A spare shirt replaces the sweaty one from the long job. The boss likes you to carry a couple spares in the pool truck, in case.

"Miz Mariner?" you say.

The glass doors of the patio are propped open to help give a cross-draft to the open garden doors, opposite.

"Over here."

She's in the rose garden, as naked as she was earlier -- sun hat and flip-flop sandals -- except she's added gardening gloves. Not as oily as when she was prancing around the pool with you, she must have gotten a shower or a rubdown.

"Help me arrange these, would you?" Lulu Mariner says.

You feel the pulse beat in your dick as she leans down to put some freshly cut roses into a glazed pottery vase.

"Did the rest of the job go well?" she asks.

"Yes, Ms. Mariner," you say. "The way I expected. The cold plunge will be ready tonight. I left the test kit in a box on the pool house counter with the level marked on the test card. You can test the spa tomorrow. I should come back in a couple of days to check the pool. I sent my boss the write-up, so that wraps it up for the day. For the pool job anyway. All done. I mean, I had a personal question, about finding the house. But you asked me to come up?"

Lulu laughs, "That's why," she says. "You said that you and your fiancée were looking for a house for an open-house party, Joe? I might have some ideas."

She has you carry the roses inside to the kitchen table. It's kind of a glorified wet bar. There's a dining room and big kitchen somewhere else.

"Pull up a seat," Lulu says.

She lays a towel down on a rotating stool at the breakfast bar, sits down, and opens up a laptop. "Let's see if we get lucky."

Oh. so that's how a naked influencer avoids leaving pussy prints on the furniture.

She's charming and confident and you forget she's naked as she goes through some listings, quickly paging through them.

You sigh. "Anything that's available is way out of our range. Anything in our range isn't available."

"Hmm, maybe on Catalina?"

But even the prospect of a ferry or float plane isn't enough to make a good prospect.

"Yeah, I guess the timing is bad. I mean, I didn't know, well, like I said."

Lulu laughs. "Oh, you stud," she says. "There must be something..."

But even her hole cards don't turn anything up.

"I wish I could have something like this house," you tell her. "We were hoping for a week, you know, to just chill and have people visit. Wish us good luck."

"Good luck?" Lulu says. She gives you a sly look. "Is there a reason that going to a resort wouldn't work for your open house? Rent a big suite, a couple of suites?"

"Anne just wants it to be us and her friends, well, our friends," you say. "You know, no strings. Let their hair down. I think I'm gonna play pool boy and waiter, that sort of thing."

"I like the idea of you as a pool boy and a waiter," Lulu said. "It sounds like my sort of gathering. I've gone to a couple of, well, sex retreats that were like that. An easygoing house party, some hands-on workshops." She studies your face. "Is that why you need your own place?"

You swallow. "Yes."

"If you invite me," Lulu says. "And if I can bring a few friends. Then I think we could work things out. Oh, there, don't blush."

"Um. My fiancée told me to ask you, Ms. Mariner. Anne admires your work. The way you make connections. That maybe you could use that to help us find a place."

"Connection is my life," Lulu Mariner says. She brushes her hair back. "It took some very close connections to get this house. So. did you fiancée include connecting with you?"

"Anne told me that if you could help with our open house, then I was her ambassador. With full permissions. I texted her before I came up."

"May I?" she asks.

You show her the phone.

She grins. "One operator to another, I see. Oh Joe, you're a prize. So. Here's my first request."

"Ms. Mariner?"

"Lulu. Come brush out my hair. I want to know how you use your hands."

Brushing out the hair of a naked woman sitting on a towel on a bench in front of a big mirror and seeing her nipples swell to full tit-ons on her small breasts as a turn-on for you, but you concentrate on breathing slowly and keeping a steady brush stroke for her. She sighs, tilts her head, and rolls her shoulders.

"Oh, that was wonderful, Joe," she says. "I wish I could keep you a bit longer."

"If you want me to, Anne said that I could. The company doesn't need me. You're my only pool job today."

Lulu laughs. "Ha ha ha, house house houuuse," she says. "Your fiancée appreciates the finer things."

Lulu reaches out a hand and strokes her fingertips from your shoulder down her arm. Tingles. Goose bumps. Tight pants. Showing.

"You have a really nice touch, Lulu."

"You're nice to touch."

"Do you want me to stay?"

When you stalk her, roll+cool. On a hit, detail her name, age, hair color, outfit and attitude.

Lulu Mariner is a woman in her late thirties, with dishwater-blonde hair (Lulu would say "raw honey"), shiny and well cared for, and a body that's toned in the yoga and diet sense rather than body-sculpted. Her small breasts help with gravity, and her somewhat-larger buttocks form a smooth out-curve in her figure. She's a a lifestyle influencer whose brand is to be naked and natural, to show off her body in lovely outdoor and domestic settings, with favorable lighting and angles, and to have friendly conversations and charm her interview partners into revealing just a little T.M.I. for the listeners. Behind the scenes, she's a string-puller and connection-maker with ambition, whose rise has looked more like good timing than favor-trading. Lulu understands that favor-trading can help in genuine ways with opening doors at the right time, while that readiness for the lightning can't be faked, but must be built. Or sometimes you can engineer it. Will Joe help her attract the next lightning bolt?

ROLL +HOT(+2) to TELL HER to help find you a house. 2d6+2 = 6 + 2 = 8. On a 7-9, you have to convince her. (Brush her hair, she makes a deal to expand the party list with her friends.)

Roll +HOT(+2) to MAKE HER BEG: 11 + 2 = 13. On a 10+, Lulu begs you for three things.