The first try

My heart was pounding in my chest the entire time. I could barely hear them over my own heartbeat with how quietly they were talking. This was wild. This was insane! This was so unbelievable. But on the other hand, why would she lie?

Obviously, a part of me wanted to try it out right away. Maybe follow the two of them there. I have never seen them, but they solved attractive. Not that that made any sense. What they had said next sent me through a rollercoaster of emotions.

Sky high excitement, when i heard the code word being revealed. Avocado. The girl who had never been there asked to try it out right away. Her friend even told her where to go.

But then, disappointed washed over me. She told her where to go alright. But she also told her, that not all of the employees here were in on it. There was only one guy she was sure about. And he did not work today. He would be in again on Thursday though, she said.

I was so excited for Thursday. Of course, i had decided to come back and try it out s soon as I could. Who would not? When I went back to change, my mind went racing even more than before when I walked by attractive women. It was so bad, I ran off to the bathroom to furiously jerk off. I would not have been able to leave the place without a tent in my pants otherwise.

So of course, here I am now. It is Thursday. I am in the changing room, putting on my dark blue swim trunks. The new ones. Even though it may be unlikely that the color and look off my swim trunks will effect the outcome of a meeting in a secret sex room, as I imagine it, you never know right?

I have to take a few deep breaths to not walk out of here with a hard on already, just from the anticipation. When I step into the pool area, I am for a split second disappointed. That is ridiculous, of course. Obviously, I will not stumble into an all out public pool orgy. This thing is supposed to be a secret, after all.

When I glance over to the corner I was told, or rather overheard, the secret area is supposed to be, there is no one there. No employee standing guard. Which may sound like a good thing, but it is not. The area is supposed to be locked and the only way to get in is to tell that guy the password.

I am not all to worried though. Obviously he cannot stand in that corner all day long. On the one hand it would look suspicious, and on the other hand he also had to do his actual job, I suppose.

I use the time to go for a swim. I am at a pool, after all. This time seeing the hot bodies, the attractive curves, clad in wet clothes, mashed me doubly horny. I wish there was any way to know if anyone of them knows about the special place. It intends to go there. Of course, I imagine each and every one of them to do so.

After some time, I see someone in the corner in question. He fits the description I heard reasonably well. He wears a red shirt. Okay, all employees do, but still. He is a middle aged guy, bald and a bit on the fat side. He was described to look sleazy. A bit harsh, but I get what they meant I suppose.

I get out of the water and, casually I hope, maybe my way over to him. He stands there, mopping the wet floor. I have decided to not simply go up to him and say 'avocado' like an absolute moron.

When I arrive, he turns around and looks at me in an annoyed way. "Yes?" He asks with the air of someone who hates his job with every fiber of his being not cannot afford to lose it either. "Er... You know what is really good? Toasted bread with avocado and poached eggs." I say, putting some emphasis on the code word. He simply stares at me open mouthed for a moment.

"What the hell are you..." He begins and takes a calming breath. "Sorry Sir, but what do you want exactly?" It seems like he tries hard to suppress to other to shout at me and call me an idiot. This is strange. He seems genuinely confused. I decide to retreat. "I.. sorry, I was just..." And I submit with away and walk off, confused and disappointed. What went wrong?

I am just about to get back into the water when I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn around and suddenly realize that I was taking to the wrong guy before. The man in front of me now checks all the boxes.

Middle aged? Check. Bald? Even more so than the other guy. Sleazy? Oh my God. Very much so. He looks like the picture you may find in the dictionary when you look up the word sleazy.

He tells me, in a snarling whisper "I will be there in half an hour, don't be an idiot and Ron or gut everybody until then, understood bucko?" Wow he is the kind of guy to actually use words like bucko. But it fits. I simply nod and go back into the water.