Friends in need.

I was panting from the other side of the divider. "How did you not hear me in here!?" David panted at me. "I'm so sorry David! I was listening to music, and I'm running late for my shift! I just needed a quick shower before I start!"

"That seems rather... silly of you." David said. "I don't know what I was thinking I'm sorry, I need to start my shift, Ill just shower after!" I moved back to the locker, and after hand squeegeeing the water that had gotten on me from the shower room floor, I pulled the red one piece out of the locker and onto my body. "I'm going to start my shift, I'm sorry again!" I said as I headed towards the door, and I heard the faucets shutting . "Have a good shift," he said. I was awash with emotions. I was so horny. I was nervous. I was anxious. The one thing I wasn't paying attention to were the men of my usual guard. They were the last thing on my mind until I heard Mr. Clemons, an old obese perv call for me. "Caitlyn! You're late! I pay good money to this club!"

"I'm sorry Mr. Clemons, I had an issue in the rest room. It has been resolved!" My reply did not seem to appease him. He stood up, his rolls and liver spots dancing like a Lovecraftian fever dream as he approached the stand I was rapidly ascending. Once I had reached the top, the lights all jumped on. Apparently David had flipped the breakers. It was his last task of the day before leaving the premise. I could hear Mr. Clemons continue to berate me, though the words were lost between my previous emotional high and my sudden emotional low. His spit just reflected harmlessly below my pulpit. "Sir I apologize, feel free to file a complaint with the grounds manager, but please stop distracting me from my job." I said after a pause in his rant. The red on his face gave away the one or two too many scotches that were the real source of his anger. "You are damn right I'll file a complaint, you stupid bitch." he muttered, less than discretely. He was oblivious to the 6'2" man behind him. David took this opportunity to shove the drunk old pervert into the pool. "Cool down and sober up Mr. Clemons, and don't insult my supervisor." David didn't shout this, but he stated it forcefully enough so that once the embarrassed old man had finished his Donald Duck impression in the short end, he simple grabbed his things and left the pool.

I was torn between my raging justice lady boner, and the fact that I was the supervisor of a guy who just shoved a rich client into the pool. Capitalism has a good way of making just causes feel moot it seems.

"You know we are both in trouble now." I remarked to David. It's not as if this job would make or break either of us, but it was easy and went well with classes. "His wife isn't going to let them fire me, lets be honest, and I don't want your supervisor job," Came Davids reply. He is as important for the female gaze around here as I am the males. "Fair enough, we will handle it next shift after the yard manager yells at me. Thanks though. He definitely deserved that," I said with a tactful smile.

"No problem, just feels like we are better friends now I guess," David said, "and we already work half naked, I guess what is another half?" I couldn't help but chuckle as the cheeky line left his mouth. "I guess not much. Have a good night David," I said. As he left and I sat up into my post, the thoughts of us in the shower together danced in my head while the butterflies pounded my stomach.