Sit on the edge.

You slip up to press your rear down on the edge of the tub, allowing your legs to hang down into the water. Meanwhile, the two men sit nearby. They gaze up at you--wet, steaming body, smooth skin, and long slender legs so close to their faces. You smirk down at them, and can't help but pose despite you're simply sitting there. The attention is fun after all.

One is bold enough to slid a finger up your lower leg. "You're like some sort of model, darling. How do you keep your legs looking so good? My wife could use the tips."

Meanwhile, the other subtly and slowly rests his head back a few inches from your thighs.

"Thank you," you reply. "And it's a secret."

They continue to practically worship your legs. It's a surreal position, as they're literally beneath you. It's like you're a deity gazing down at your subjects. They can't look away, and they can't help but touch. Though they do so discreetly and try not to go overboard, as there are others around, both feel up and down your legs and feet as you remain sitting wet on the rim of the hot tub.

Other eyes look in your direction, envious of their position.

"I hope you don't mind us being this close," one says.

"Not at all," you reply with a wink.

As fun as it is, you don't plan on going too far with these old folks. It's enough just to tease. Time passes, and eventually you decide you've spent enough time at the pool. Later, you have your appointment at the agency, and if it goes well, you may never have to work a job you hate ever again. And if these gentlemen are worshipping you now, you should have no problem at all landing the gig!

"It's been fun, darlings, but I need to get going now. Don't overheat," you say.

You then stand back up, and strut your way towards the doors.