Try to get the lifeguard naked.

“Oh, just enjoying the view,” you replied to the statuesque figure standing above you. She wore a red one piece with the white cross to identify her as the lifeguard. Her exposed arms and legs were toned and her face was stern and rigid. Embroidered on her lifeguard outfit was the name April.

The blond ponytailed lifeguard gave you a long look. She did not appear impressed.She gave a dissatisfied “Hmph,” then said, “You’re obstructing the lane. If you’re not going to swim, please move to the bleachers.”

“How about you get naked and join me instead, April?” you replied, cheekily.

“I’m on duty, Mr. Doe,” she replied, coolly, looking around the pool area. “I am responsible for the safety of everyone in this pool and can’t be distracted by your games. Now, kindly move along. You can fool around with girls in a less obtrusive spot.” You were perplexed. You just asked her to get naked and she denied you! Did she find a loophole that allowed her to skirt your request? Or was it because your intentions were less sexual and more to get her to stop harassing you?

“So… if you weren’t on duty, you’d get naked and join me?” you asked, just the clear up what the hold up was from.

“Of course, but duty trumps sex,” April replied, plainly.

“So how about you just get naked?” you suggested. “You can still do your duties naked.”

“If I get naked, I won’t be identifiable as the lifeguard on duty,” April explained.

It appeared that if there was some overriding factor that prevented someone from responding to your sex requests, they could flatly refuse you. That would make sense, to prevent people from being harmed by an especially sadistic club member. That meant that you couldn’t **** people into life threatening or harmful situations. Still, this wasn’t a life threatening situation. You could imagine a lifeguard taking a break and the world still running. This could be April herself valuing her job and responsibility so deeply that she was unwilling to compromise it.

“I’m not going to ask you a third time…” April said, testily.

You hung your head like a scalded schoolboy and stood up to back away when you saw Susanna, from the front desk, poke her head through the entrance door. She was looking around when her eyes locked onto yours..

“Hey! John! I thought I’d find you here!” Susanna said as she approached you and the lifeguard.

“Susanna!” you greeted, coming up with an idea. “Do you mind covering for April here while she gets naked for me? You can wear her uniform.”

“Sure!” Susanna replied, immediately shrugging off her top. She was dressed in street clothes, but quickly dropped her sweats and panties and stood before you, naked.

You looked back to April. The blonde was already bent over, pulling down her red swimsuit. She stepped out of them and casually passed them to Susanna, who stepped into them and pulled them up like they were her own. April stood in front of you expectantly, in her tight naked form. She kept her body fit, with.a tan that showed tan lines of her one piece swimsuit. She must do lifeguarding at the beach as well. You smiled proudly at the moment before remembering that Susanna was looking for you for some reason..

“Oh, what were you looking for me for?” you asked the new lifeguard.

“Well, you asked me to help your friend pick a yoga class earlier, but my shift is over, so I’m headed home after this,” she explained.

“Oh! What time is it?” you asked, suddenly realizing that the afternoon sun was waning.

“It’s a little after six…”

“Six already?! The dinner party!” you exclaimed! Paul and Priya were probably out in the parking lot waiting for you!

“Dinner Party?” Susanna asked.

“Sorry, my friends are outside; the one that I was signing up for the class?” you told her on your way out. “Be right back!”

You rushed your way back down the halls and out to the parking area. You saw Paul’s car parked right at the front.

“There he is...” your buddy called out with exasperation as he stepped out of his car..

“Sorry about that, lost track of time,” you apologized, then saw the birthday girl come out and added, “Happy Birthday, Priya!”

“Thanks, John!” Priya replied. She was dressed in a flower patterned sarong dress tied at the shoulder and hip so that it could show off her hourglass physique. She looked down at you and asked, “Is that what you’re wearing?”

You froze for a moment, then looked down. In your rush, you forgot to put your clothes back on! You felt your cheeks burn from embarrassment. You had left your clothes in the women’s locker room way before you were even at the pool. Fortunately, your friends were not put off by your exhibitionism.

Priya stood before you, expectantly and asked, “So, where’s my gift?”

“... uh…” you stammered before realizing that they must be under the influence of your club membership and not bothered by your public nudity. “I can get Susanna to run you through the classes. I wasn’t familiar with any of the names….” you said, quickly collecting yourself and guiding Priya to the entrance.

You looked down the street to see if there were any gawking from passers by, but no one seemed to notice. You quick-stepped it inside just in case your membership did not extend that far out of the club area. .

Paul walked up next to you and murmured to you, “You’re going to put something on for dinner, right? Priya’s parents are going to be there…”

“Yeah, don’t worry about it,” you assured him.

“Alright, let’s sign Pri up to her class and we can go. I don’t need them getting more ammunition over me by bringing their daughter late to her own party…” Paul whined.

“Dude, you need to chill, all this stress is seriously bad for your health,” you told your friend. He’d always been a worrier, but that’s what made him such a great friend. He’d worry about what could go wrong and make preparations for that, which has gotten you out of more jams than you could remember. But recently he’s seemed doubly stressed. That’s why you thought getting him into the club would help. Not only would he get in better shape, he could relieve that stress with some easy lays. Not that he didn’t have a gorgeous girlfriend to give that to him. You wondered if Paul was getting any from Priya at the moment. That could be another reason for his stress.

Inside, Priya was looking around the space. Paul joined her and you went to look for Susanna. The perky brunette was on her way back to the lobby, so you waved her down. She was back in her street clothes again. Usually people just stayed in whatever you put them in, but maybe April insisted on getting her uniform back.

“Hey, Susanna, I’d like you to meet my friends, Paul and Priya!” you introduced. They all made polite greetings. “Priya is the one interested in a yoga class!”

“I’ve been trying to get Paul to sign me up at his gym but that wasn’t going anywhere,” Priya told Susan..

“I barely even go there, myself,” Paul admitted with a guilty shrug. They shared a polite chuckle and Susanna took Priya to the events board so that she could pick out a class.

“Well, if you came here, you’d have more reason to come to the gym,” you told your friend.

“How’s that?” Paul asked

“You see Susanna over there?”

You both stared at the fitness instructor’s tight butt and nodded. “I tapped that. Just a few hours ago, out here in this lobby.”

“Good for you,” Paul shrugged.

“Oh, don’t tell me you wouldn’t want to hit that?” you chided.

Paul took a quick glance at his girlfriend, then muttered almost inaudibly,” Of course I would, she’s smoking…”

“I could make that happen,” you offered.

“Dude, I’m about to take my girl to see her parents…” Paul hissed through his teeth.

“I know, and it’s got you stressed,” you told him. You then raised your voice so that the girls could hear on the other side of the hall. “Doesn’t Paul seem stressed to you, Pri?”

Priya turned around and looked at her boyfriend. “You have been stressed, babe,” she told him.

“Of course I’m stressed, we’re running late,” Paul said. “Look, can’t we do this class thing online or after dinner? Your parents are going to be freaking about you not being at the party.”

“I’ll just tell them we’re running late,” Priya replied, taking out her cell.

“I can talk with them,” you offered, remembering how you fielded a similar phone call for Jaimie, the gymnast, when she was keeping her study group waiting.

Priya set her cell to speakerphone and an older gentleman’s voice answered. “Hello?”

“Hello? Papa-ji? It’s Priya, I’m just calling to let you know that we’ll be a bit late,” Priya said.

“Did you get into an accident?” asked the girl’s father. “Are you alright, beti? Was that boy of yours driving?” There was a muffled voice in the background. Priya’s dad responded to it, “... It’s Priya… some sort of accident… I don’t know…”

“Hello?” you interjected. “Hi, Priya’s dad, I’m John, a friend. Listen, this is my fault, I promised to get Priya a gift and just needed time for her to pick it out,”

“Huh…” the voice on the other side said. “So, my daughter is unharmed?”

“She’s perfectly fine,” you assured him.

“Good,” he replied gruffly. “You know, if you were really a good friend, you would have already known what to get.” The man’s tone was sardonic and judgemental.

Paul gave you a look and you gave him a slight nod. So this was why he was so stressed. It was time to pull out the big guns.... But now, you felt unsure about what you were about to say. The trick worked last time, so you had to hope it would work again.

“Yeah, well, after Priya picks out her gift, we’re all going fuck, so give us maybe half an hour or so?” You held your breath.

Your influence only worked with sexual requests, so you had to include that in your excuse. That didn’t mean that the others would take the news lightly. You dared a glance at Paul and Priya. Neither of them appeared fazed by the statement. You waited anxiously for the reply on the phone.

“... alright, we’ll see you then,” Priya’s dad said.

“Ok, goodbye, Priya’s dad,” you responded with relief.

“Bye Bye, Papa-ji,” Priya said.

“Bye…” Paul added, but the man had already hung up. Paul rolled his eyes, then turned to you. “Well, that went better than I expected. Hopefully he’ll be just as cordial during the actual dinner.”

Paul’s statement got you thinking about how your privileges worked. If you don’t end up fucking like you told Priya’s dad, would that mean the effects of your words would wear off? You wondered if Jaimie ended up getting any grief after the fact or if her study group were still cool with her. Priya and Susanna were back to picking out a class.

Paul then turned to you and asked, “So, where do you want to do this?”

“Uh…” you sputtered.

“You said we’re having sex, right?” Paul reminded you.

“Uh....” you repeated. “Why don’t you start with Susanna?”

“Alright,” Paul replied. He turned to the fitness worker who had gone behind the counter to start filing the paperwork. You opened the back door for him to enter and started him off by pulling up Susan’s top. She lifted her arms freely and went back to typing the personal info for Priya. You pulled away her chair so that she had to stand and type while you took off her shoes and socks, then pulled down her sweatpants. She stood, bent over the computer screen in nothing but her cotton panties as you and Paul stared at her from behind. You waved Paul in to make his move. With no regard to his girlfriend standing on the other side of the counter, Paul hooked his fingers under Susanna’s panties and pulled them down. He then unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock.

Even though he was acting like everyone else under the membership’s sexual requests, it was odd watching Paul follow your influence. He has been your friend for the longest time and you were using him like a puppet.

Paul’s cock was hard in seconds and he slowly pushed himself inside Susanna. Susanna turned to you and asked, “Should I put this under your credit card?” Paul was already thrusting inside her and you could see her boobs jiggle from the impact.

“Oh, yeah, do that!” you agreed. She went back into the system to dig up your information. She had you enter your pin number because you didn’t have your card with you. All the while, Paul pumped her from behind.

You took a glance at Priya, who looked perfectly fine with the adultery.

“Is something wrong?” Priya asked, sensing your concern.

“Oh, nothing, just wondering if you were alright with this…” you admitted.

“The free classes?”

“No, not that,’ you said, then titled your head to her boyfriend fucking the receptionist. “That…”

Priya looked at Paul then went somber. “Oh… yes. Well, there is one thing…”

“What’s that?”

She lifted her eyes at you and leaned in, raising her eyebrow. In a husky tone, she asked you, “When’s my turn?”