The Pool

You know you want to show off as much of Mr. Milken's body as you can and the best place you can think of to do that is at the pool. You tell Jason the directions and turn on the radio, putting it on the country station. Not because you liked country or anything, but because you knew Jason hated it. But Jason didn't say anything. His hands just gripped the wheel tightly and he sped down the road. You got there in a matter of minutes.

"Well, that was fast," you say, opening the car door, "In a rush for a dick appointment?" you say with a laugh. Jason doesn't.

"I wanted this to be over with. Don't take too long. I don't want to cart you around all day." Jason says.

"Oh, well try not to come so fast next time." You say putting a hand on Jason's thigh, "I like to take my time." With that you open the car door and walk out, leaving a semi-hard confused Jason to wait.

You walk into the pool. It's a private pool, but you are able to get by the front desk with no sweat. You just told the twink working the front desk that he was a beta bitch and well, let's just say a free membership wasn't the only thing he gave you.

Obviously, the other thing was a free bathing suit. Get your mind out of the gutter.

You walk into the changing room and find that you are alone, except for a man in the showers.