Poolside Problems

The poolside area was about as busy as I would have expected on a sunny Thursday afternoon, which was to say moderately packed. It was hot out, and the weekend rush was already on. There was a conference starting the next morning, so Doug was knee-deep in folks already showing up for that with their accompanying spouses or families - folks loved to make an extra-long weekend of their trips whenever they could.

There was also just the regular business of things, and even with the repairs on the exterior facade being ongoing, the Vasoseh was one of the most recently built hotels on the Strip, and we had a gorgeous pool area.

It was also Walter’s domain, so I rarely had to go out there during the day unless he was off and we were all sharing coverage. I didn’t not like the pool area, it could just be a bit much when it came to how people acted out there. Tourist-tourists got weird in certain areas, like they forgot they were in a civilised society, and the pool was one of them. College-aged tourists got loud around the pool. Kids in the pool area were frustrating and walking disasters waiting to happen, whether that be through potential injury while tripping in any number of places or leaving a floater in the pool. Even the conference-goers could get weird - especially once the booze started flowing.

Walter wasn’t off that day, so I wasn’t thrilled to be getting called out to the pool decks when I was juggling my scheduled event turnovers, working on the Angeloff thing, and doing my best to follow my therapist's advice and not reach out to Becca about Wanda. Or in general, to any of my girlfriends.

They were following the Doctor’s orders, so I needed to as well for my own good.

I especially wasn’t thrilled that I was being called out to the pool decks with both Walter and Tan working out there.

“What’s going on?” I asked the two of them as I rounded the last set of lounge chairs towards the front of the deck. Those chairs were currently being occupied by a quartet of conference goers - I could tell even though they were in swimsuits. They were the right age range, had the right amount of travel-weariness combined with the energy of just settling in and getting booze in their hands. Plus, I could tell that the silver fox guy and the brunette woman were surreptitiously making eyes at each other. She was married and wearing a ring, he wasn’t, but they were definitely going to bone before the weekend was through.

I’d seen it hundreds of times. It had always made me uncomfortable, seeing that play out over and over. Now, with everything with Cassidy, it made my gut twist.

She was out there, flying to Terra, alone. She had the App at her disposal, and had hooked up with plenty of women who had been ‘straight’ before she got to them. And her and Terra already shared a strong friendship and were open about sex between us. Cassidy could cheat on me again. She was equipped to do it like a Navy SEAL headed on a mission.

All I could do was trust that she wouldn’t. I had to trust.

Walter turned from where the two of them were looking, blinking sharply and wincing at the sunlight beaming down from my direction. He was wearing board shorts and flip flops - nice, designer brand, but still suitable for the pool and not the conference room - and a colourful Hawaiian shirt with the Vaso logo on the breast and back. Tan was in slacks and a button-up shirt, his dress shoes definitely out of place for the pool deck. But then, so were mine at the moment.

“Hey, um, just needed to double check with you about our, uh… policies,” Walter said.

I raised an eyebrow. “I came all the way down here about a policy?” I asked. “You couldn’t just call or text me?”

“It’s… complicated,” he said.

“You might not have gotten it if you didn’t see it,” Tan added. The kid was blushing a little, which made me more suspicious.

“What policy are we talking about?” I asked slowly.

“Um,” Walter hedged. “It’s, uh, more of a clash of policies?” I gave him a look and he sighed, grinning wryly. “Visitor Dress Code versus ‘Make all accommodations' orders.”

I grunted, realising who this had to be about. “What’s she wearing?”

“Not much,” Tan said, gesturing the long way across the pool.

It wasn’t Vera Angeloff, or at least I was fairly certain it wasn’t, since I hadn’t been introduced to them. But my best guess was that it was the Russian widow’s friend, the brunette with the long hair and the big… assets.

The problem was that, even though she was currently on a lounger positioned between two large decorative urns spilling a spray of vegetation to bring colour to the area, she was very, very topless. And the bottoms had to be a thong.

Her assets were sizable, even from across the pool, and the sun was currently beating down on her warmly tanned skin and highlighting the fact that she didn’t have any tan lines. They were probably of a size with Cattie, if I had to guess, and sat heavily on her chest as she leaned back to soak up the sun. Her areolas were wide, a shade darker brown than the rest of her exposed skin, her nipples little visible nubs. Her skin was glistening in that way that said she’d put on suntan oil, and wouldn’t that have been a sight to see?

“Right,” I said. “You guys didn’t tell her this isn’t a topless pool?”

“She said that she was allowed,” Tan said.

I glanced at Walter questioningly. “She let me, uh, relocate her there so that she was at least sort-of hidden,” he shrugged. “What was I supposed to do, call security?”

Yes, was the correct answer, but I couldn’t blame them for not. Now that I knew where to look, I could definitely see other people noticing the display she was putting on, but she also wasn’t necessarily making a scene. And she was pretty damn attractive. It would feel silly calling security on this, even if it was policy.

But also, she was half-naked in a public area of the hotel, even if she was a ‘special guest.’ Or guest of a special guest.

“You guys need to get your shit together,” I sighed, shaking my head at them before slipping by and circling around the pool. As I got closer to her, everything just came into more detail - the shiny, oiled, sleek skin. The little moles scattered lightly along her naked torso and slender legs. The weight of her breasts and how her areolas swelled just a little, and how they moved as she slowly breathed with her eyes closed, face exposed to the sun.

She didn’t open her eyes until I was right up next to her, my shadow falling on the chair next to her face. Then she opened them and broke into a grin that I was sure had sent Tan’s heart into his throat - she had big, intense grey eyes and a brilliant smile.

“Hello, handsome,” she said, her accent thick and Eastern European, but I was pretty sure not Russian. “Did the boys have to call for Papa?”

“You’ve definitely made an impression on the staff, Miss,” I said, just a touch of smirk breaking into my customer service smile. “Unfortunately, we do have policies that we legally need to enforce. I understand that you are likely used to a more European sense of clothing options in this sort of heat, but I’m going to need to ask you to don your top now.”

She pouted her lips, her eyebrows pressing together in a playful scowl. “That’s not very fair to me or the men and women who are enjoying looking at me, is it? Has anyone complained?”

I kept the customer service smile on my face - there were few guests and clients more frustrating to deal with than the ones who were very certain of their own attractiveness and were used to getting their way because of it. “We would prefer to avoid the need for any complaints, whether one has been filed yet or not, Miss,” I said.

“Oh, come on,” she said, grabbing her boobs and lifting them slightly, giving them a jiggle as I kept my eyes locked on hers. “Who is going to complain about seeing these? Я уверена, ты скоро их поцелуешь.” The last part she said in Russian - I had no idea what she said, but at least I recognised the language.

“Parents, mostly,” I said. “Religious Americans from most denominations. Not to mention any of our guests from the Middle East.”

She rolled her eyes and sighed, pinching both her nipples lightly as she sat up. “You’re no fun,” she said.

I hesitated a moment, trying to decide what the best way to tackle this issue was, and whether it was something I wanted to go out of my way for. “Is topless sunbathing an activity that you and Miss Angeloff are likely to want to do on a regular basis?” I asked.

She smirked a little, looking up at me and still cupping her tits like she was offering them to me in a porno. “Of course,” she said.

“Alright,” I said. “I’ll work with our staff to make sure you, Miss Angeloff and her guests have a space where you can do this in private.”

The topless woman arched an eyebrow, her smirk turning into a smile again. “Well, that’s very helpful,” she said, then let go of her tit to ask for a hand helping to stand up. I gave it to her and she stood closer than she needed, her other hand dropping from her breasts as well, both nipples barely inches from brushing against the front of my shirt as she looked up at me with those big eyes. “What’s your name, Mister Papa Rule-Follower?”

“Robbie,” I said.

“It’s lovely to meet you, Robbie,” she said, offering her hand again to shake. I gave it to her, and her grip was firm. “My name is Nikolina. Я с нетерпением жду секса с тобой.”

“I’m sorry?” I asked, not understanding her Russian again.

“Nothing, nothing,” she grinned. “Vera is going to love you, I think.” She turned and grabbed her top, a bikini that would have covered her puffy areolas but little else, bundling it up in one hand. “I’ll head back up to our suite now. I don’t see a point in getting tan lines if you’ll fix this issue for us.”

“You’ll need to put the top on, please, Nikolina,” I said.

She huffed dramatically and I awkwardly stood there as her big, bare tits jiggled away while she did up the string tie behind her back, thrusting them towards me as she arched her back, then brought the shoulders up and turned around, looking over her shoulder coyly as she moved her hair to the side. “Do this up for me, please, Papa Robbie?”

“Just Robbie,” I said, and quickly took the two ends of the ties and made a bow behind her neck.

“Thank you, Papa Robbie,” she smirked at me as she turned back around and openly adjusted her tits in the cups, flashing me areola and nipple again. Then she met my eyes and grinned. “Don’t be afraid to watch as I walk away.”

Her ass wasn’t quite as nice as her tits, but it wasn’t a slouch, either.

I shook my head as she went, then looked over at Walter and Tan - they’d been watching from across the pool that entire time, their jaws hanging open as they now watched Nikolina walking away in her thong bottoms, bare and tan cheeks jiggling with each step. They both seemed to notice me looking at them at the same time and snapped upright, then turned around like they’d been in the middle of anything other than staring.

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