The Pool Man


    "...1754 Gleason," the radio dispatcher said. "It's a new account, Phil, a very rich account."
    "Ok, but I was hoping to knock off for the day. My friends tell me there are some killer waves off Black Beach right now."
    "Sorry, Phil. It's your last stop for the day."
    "Ok," he said resentfully. It seemed that there was always "just one more stop" with this company. He had been working for them for over two years, what could be so important about cleaning a pool, he wondered? Was there really a pool cleaning emergency? Hell, everybody wanted to be first, everybody wanted preferential treatment. But they all wanted to pay rock bottom when it came to tips.
    "Dam!" he said, slapping the dash. He slowed the big white truck and made a u-turn. With thoughts on the huge waves cresting off Black Beach, and his friends out enjoying them. He turned and headed toward a pool cleaning emergency, where a high classed party totally destroyed the water in an olympic sized pool. Now he was to fix it, without draining the pool if possible.
    "They had better pay big on this one," he growled. He found the house, a spanish hacienda with a red tiled roof. He turned and pulled up into the short driveway. As he shut off the engine he saw a face appear in the window. It was a teenaged female face. She had dark brown hair, a slightly Spanish look, nicely tanned, and a pouting expression. His interest began to raise. From what he could see from one quick glance, she was highly fuckable.
    Phil took his PH meter, water analyzer, and a few choice chemical tests from the back of the truck. He stopped at the wooden gate and rang the old fashioned bell. It clanged as he pulled the rope. How quaint, he thought as he looked around. He had a wonderful view of the valley, and far off he could see the ocean he was missing. Seven or eight houses dotted the valley between him and the ocean. Well down the valley, near the ocean, he could see a highway filled with afternoon traffic. That would be highway 1, his gateway to great surfing. What a way to spend a fucking Friday, he thought as he waited.
    "Yes?" A female voice asked from the other side of the fence. He knew they had seen him, they knew who he was from the huge sign on the side of the truck, so what was the holdup?    
    "Do I fix your pool or not?" he asked, suddenly angry at the delay. He should have been surfing, not facing an old faded wooden fence and an unknown voice.
    "Oh, the pool man," the gate suddenly opened. Phil was embarrassed to see that the girl was not the one he had seen in the window. She was about ten years older and a real fox.
    "Sorry, I thought you were... somebody else," he said in embarassment. He could see the chair with a towel laid out across it. The woman must have been sunbathing, maybe even asleep.
    "No problem. Bad day?"    
    "Horrible day."
    "There's the pool," she pointed at the pool. It looked like pool of mud.
    "What happened?" he asked in disgust.
    "We had a party. I think somebody pulled a prank on us. I don't think they'd do it maliciously. Can you fix it?"
    "I don't know. I will take a sample and see if I have the chemicals to treat it. If you need to refill it, the fire department can do it for you. It would only take a day or two."
    "My God, it would cost a fortune up here," she said, returning to her chair.
    Phil agreed as he filled a glass picture with pool water. He pulled a cord from the analyzer and dropped it into the picture. It came back negative. He used the oldest testing method in the world. He sniffed the picture.
    "Chocolate," he said in amusement. It would take a gallon of chocolate to cloud a pool this size, he thought to himself. Well, it was an easy fix. He had several bottles of concentrated chlorine in the truck. It took only a moment to pour the chlorine in. It began working in his area immediately. In an hour the pool would be clear and he could drop in the de-chlorinating crystals.
    He hummed to himself as he waited. The sexy blonde was laying with her head back, her long slender legs extended, one laying out straight, one kinked. They were perfect. She was wearing a black and white halter topped bikini. It was small, but tasteful. She was sexy, if not beautiful. She had long blonde hair, sexy brown cat-like eyes, and a long forehead.
    Near her right hand was a hardbound book and a small ice chest of drinks. He licked his lips as he looked at the top of several glass bottles. He was dying of thirst and out of Avion.
    "What the hell are you looking at?" a snarling voice came from the back door of the house. It was the little brat from the window. She couldn't have been more than 18, but she was a small little snot who needed a lesson or two.
    "The fucking ice chest, why?" he challenged.
    "Yeah, right," she laughed.
    "Have you got a fucking problem?" he asked, advancing toward her.
    "Stephanie!" The blonde screamed in outrage.
    "He was checking you out while you were asleep, mother," she snarled the word.
    "Mother?" Phil asked in confusion. The blonde couldn't be more that 28 herself.
    "Not really," the blonde said, "she's my husbands daughter from a previous marriage. She just likes to call me mother to embarrass me."
    "I'd slap the little bitch up," Phil snarled, looking at the bitchy pose and heaving chest of the brat.
    "Be my guest. I'll pay you if you like."
    "Don't you fucking dare!" the girl screamed.
    Phil advanced with a depraved expression. He licked his lips as he looked down at her gently rounded ass. "When's the last time you had a good spanking?" he asked as he moved faster.
    "Don't you dare," she screamed in a high-pitched voice. "Mother!" she yelled, sprinting for the door. Phil caught her just before she reached it. She turned and swung at him. He caught her hand in his own. He clamped down on it and dragged her along behind. He struggled with her until they reached the diving board. He sat on the board and pulled her to him. He twisted her until she was laying over his lap. With no hesitation, he brought his hand down on the squirming butt in his lap.
    The girl screamed and threatened. Phil was pleased with the impact on the palm of his hand, and the resounding slap that echoed around the small courtyard. Her screams intensified. Phil brought his hand down three more times in rapid succession. She screamed even harder, struggling to break free. The blonde was laughing and clapping her hands. This seemed to further infuriate Stephanie.
    Phil paused for a moment, feeling the lith, slender body across his legs. She really did have an excellent figure. She was wearing a blue bikini with yellow flowers on it. Tasteless, but cute on her tiny ass.
    "Stop struggling or I will spank you again," he said calmly.
    "My daddy will sue you. He will have your dick cut off," she screamed, pushing against his leg. With a sigh, he drew his hand back and spanked her four more times. Real tears were coming from her eyes now. Phil was beginning to feel a little sorry for her, until the verbal garbage came spewing out of her mouth. He spanked her three more times and she stopped screaming and resorted to sobbing.
    Reluctantly, Phil stood her up and turned her to face him.
    "It's not nice to scream at people you don't know," he said sagely, even though he was barely older than she was. The spanking had released all the anger and tension from the day. He felt a lot better. But the feeling of her stomach and thighs across his legs stuck in his memory. He realized in embarassment, that his dick was hard. The little bitch had turned him on.
    "I hate you!" she screamed, swinging at his face. He easily dodged the blow and grabbed her hand once more. He pulled her into his lap, with his arms wrapped around her body.
    "What she needs is a good fucking," the blonde said, putting her sunglasses back on and laying back to continue her sun tan.
    "That's all I need, go to jail for fucking a little tease."
    "You won't go to jail, you have my permission. Fuck her eyes out," the woman said without looking up.
    "You can't do that," the girl screamed.
    "Where is her father?" Phil asked, nervous at the thought of meeting her father in the middle of a good fuck.
    "Turkey, I think. Either that or the Bahamas. He's on a three month tour. He plays the drums for some band," she said in a bored voice.
    "Great. Could you hold the little bitch while I fuck her?"
    "Sure," the blonde said, sitting up again.
    "Mother!" the girl screamed.
    "Oh stop saying that. I am not your mother. It's time that your were embarrassed as badly as you embarrass me," she said with a wicked smirk.
    Struggling with the girl, Phil dragged her to the chair where the woman was lying. She scooted back a little and indicated that he should lay the girl between her legs. Phil threw the girl to the chair, and the woman grabbed her arms.
    Phil took a white towel off the table and dropped it in a pile on the white cement. He knelt behind the struggling girl and ran his hands over her ass. She stopped struggling for a moment, then intensified her struggles. She managed to claw the blonde's stomach with her nails. The blonde looked down in outrage, released one hand and struck Stephanie across the face with a resounding blow. Stephanie began crying again. A dark welt appeared on her cheek.
    "You lay there and take your fucking, or I will beat you to death," the blonde said viscously. "Do you understand me?"
    Stephanie didn't answer.
    "Do you!" the blonde screamed, yanking her head up by her hair.
    "Yes," Stephanie shouted.
    The girl stopped struggling, sobbing quietly.
    "I can't," Phil said, raising his hands. "Not like this."
    "Oh well," the blonde released Stephanie's other hand. "At least she's not quite as snotty as she was. Maybe I can live with her for a day or two. Go on, get out of here," she said, pushing Stephanie off the chair.
    Stephanie hurried inside, holding a hand to her face. Phil reluctantly watched her tight little ass as she ran away. It jiggled nicely in her small blue bikini.
    "Too bad," he said, shaking his head.
    "You passed up a good fuck," the blonde said.
    "I can't rape her. But that spanking sure turned me on."
    "Maybe I could do something about that, if you'd settle for an older lady."
    "Oh hell yes," he gasped, looking over her long, slender figure. She was a babe.    
    "But..." he looked around.
    "But?" she asked in disappointment.
    "I need the bathroom."
    "Oh, inside and to the left."
    Phil went inside and whistled in appreciation. The house was huge on the inside. It looked much larger than it had on the outside. He walked around quietly, surveying the house. He suddenly wondered where the little bitch was. Was she on the phone to the police, or her daddy? Maybe he had better check. If he was quick, he could make it out of the valley before the police arrived.
    Phil wandered from room to room, searching for Stephanie. He heard a noise while he was at the far end of the house. He retraced his steps and found Stephanie standing in front of the rear window. He watched, trying to figure out what she was doing. She suddenly took a step back with a giggle, and turned to go outside. A video camera sat on a tripod, it was facing the pool area.
    "The little bitch," Phil said quietly. He hurried up to the camera, found it on, and quickly shut it off. He took out the tape, looked around and tossed it behind the couch. He closed the door on the camera and rushed out to find the bathroom.
    "Feeling better?" the blonde asked as he returned to the pool.
    "Much better," he said, glancing at Stephanie, where she relaxed on the diving board.
    "Why didn't you want to fuck me?" Stephanie asked in an beguiling tone.
    "I do, but I won't rape you. Your first time should be enjoyable, memorable. You always remember your first time."
    "Would you fuck me now, if I ask you?" she said sweetly.
    "Of course."
    "Stephanie, what are you up to?" the blonde asked suspiciously.
    "It's only natural," Phil said, giving her a meaningful look. "Nobody likes being rejected."
    "Yeah," the blonde said.
    "So will you fuck me?"
    "Sure," Phil said, restraining a shout of glee.
    "Can we make it a three way, mom?" she asked, looking at the blonde.
    "I am not your mom, Stephanie. I am not old enough to be your mom and have no intention of playing the part."
    "Very well, Elizabeth, will you make it a three- way."
    "Oh, I guess," she said, looking at Phil.
    "You're bi?" Phil asked in excitement.
    "Extremely," she grinned, rolling her eyes.
    "I've always wanted... Oh my God," he gasped, looking from one to the other. He had two reasons for his exclamation. One at the thought of making love to one woman, while she made love to another. And one for the thought of what would have been on that camera, if he had not caught her. What was her motive, blackmail, death by husband? He couldn't wait to see the little bitch's face, when she found the camera was empty.

...CONTINUES IN THE MEMBERS SECTION