The aquatic center

You've spent enough time in the air parachuting out of a plane, jumping over rocks, and flipping over monsters. Everything else, from the trek through the jungle and asphalt to the skirmishes with creatures speaks for itself when it comes to your ordeal on land thus far. It's been a while since you trained in the water as you haven't been given the opportunity to do so.

There are labels around categorizing the clothing so you have no trouble eventually finding the swimwear section. Again the options available to you are so diverse. Wetsuits, swimsuits, bikinis, you name it and it's there.

Moving rapidly in the water is the goal so you start looking for a racing swimsuit that will do the job. A one-piece would work but a two-piece swimsuit piques your interest; never have you raced in one before given how strict dress codes were

on campus. Wearing something revealing is never proper as Miss Swift always says even though she is guilty of doing it herself.

With that in mind you specifically pick out a red two-piece racing swimsuit. Hangar in hand you move back to the closet door and close it for the sake of privacy even though no one is outside.

Once certain that no one is peeping you assume that you can finally go about your business. Sliding out of the bathrobe feels just as nice putting it on with your skin tingling once more. Tossing it aside to a table you unclip the hangar and start with the

bottom piece. You slide it up your thighs with ease, stretching it around until it clings firmly around your inner buttcheeks and shields your nether lips. The top piece follows. You take great care when you pull it down over to contain your knockers.

They wiggle with some resistance but eventually get covered. Good thing you're not swimming with others as your nipples are bold enough to make themselves somewhat visible underneath the polyester.

You raise an eyebrow when you see what's on the center of your top piece. You can only describe it as an evil version of Paisley's insignia. It's in the standard elegant black font as it should be, but aside from that it's different. Instead of a female angel's calm face with wings being underneath the word a menacing, grinning, and aggressive looking dark skull leers out to instill fear to whoever peers at it. Demonic wings spread wide, reaching all the way around to the sides. The new mascot looks as if it's gripping itself to your chest greedily. You have to bend over to see if there is something on the bottom piece as your tits do a great job of obstructing your view of it. Surely enough the mascot is there too but slightly altered. The dark angry smiling skull, now wingless sits atop of covered clit with a long forked tongue snaking down perfectly between the fold of your deep cameltoe.

You mutter sarcastically "Yeah, seems like something the administrators would totally approve of." Gotta give credit where credit is due though, this is one heck of a way to pervert Paisley's logo.

You tie your hair into a bun and cover it with a black swimming cap. Goggles are around your neck and resting on the top of your boobs. Your feet slide into red flip flops and now everything is all set. As you exit the closet your hands try to find the light switch until you remember how it doesn't work that way.

Reaching under the bed you find the glossy grey tablet and turn it on. An application loads and in seconds you have directions to your desired destination. You leave the door open as you exit the bedroom. Outside is a hallway comparable to that of a five star hotel. The fancy wallpaper and pictures of all kinds of beautiful landscapes riddle the place. After rounding several corners you find an elevator marked with the number five. Once inside your finger gently presses the one button. A standard trip down follows, but once you step out a huge sign hanging from the ceiling titled "Conditioning Centers" catches your eyes. The subsigns below it give directions to centers along with the signs on the walls, but lucky for you at the end of this hallway are the double doors leading straight into the aquatic center.

The moment you enter in you are taken aback by the change in scenery. Never before have you seen a place this huge with multiple pools being available.

The first is a standard one being 25 meters long with six lane lines, the second one being twice as long but also containing six lanes, and the third has a machine creating waves with targets underneath the water and right above it at the end of the pool. Statues of half naked angels made of marble stand tall near a fancy fountain.

You place the waterproof tablet on a nearby bench and cover your pretty eyes with the goggles. Diving into the second pool you enter into the water gracefully before suddenly tearing through it quickly. Countless laps are completed with you ensuring that all of the four main strokes are practiced equally. By the time you finish time has been swept away. The third pool now has your attention. You grab a practice laser harpoon gun from a rack and jump into the rough water. As you attempt to keep yourself afloat you take aim at your first target and fire. Bullseye. The other targets give you similar results. You plunge yourself underneath the waves and fire at the submerged targets, this time exerting more effort. This pays off as the targets are successfully marked. After several rounds, content with your performance you leave the pool and return the weapon to its rack. A quick rinse nearby from a showerhead and you're done.

Tablet back in hand you turn around to exit but what you see causes your heart to leap. At the door now are two of Frankenstein's guards, both armed and in their typical equipment and breathing heavily. Your worrying subsides when you remember whose side you're on. One is even holding your towel which is folded neatly! You approach him and take the towel. Both of the guards bow their heads in unison as you leave and say thanks.

Heading back into the bedroom you untie your beautiful hair as it spreads back out and drops below your shoulders. You prepare for the late afternoon as you undress yourself in the closet to put on a new set of clothes. Everything is fine as you are right on schedule.