In Which Chastity has an appointment with the Unholy Father...
For Bear
Part One: The Club
“I can’t believe my Dad had me to come to his company pool party at the Club.” Chastity grumbled to herself while standing before the tall mirror completely nude. She stared into the mirror’s reflection of her deep violet eyes as she tied her waist-length, strawberry blond waves into a snug tail. Tiny red-gold curls of her unruly tresses escaped the black satin elastic and framed her face. She blew a wisp from her nose in annoyance.
“I know he had an emergency at the office, but I feel so out of place by myself, with all these older business people at this exclusive club. The only people here, that are my age, are all staff.” Chastity wrinkled her nose as she struggled into her neon-purple swimsuit. The tiny poolside shower-room smelled of chlorine and cleaner.
Turning to check the fit of her bathing suit in the full-length mirror, she frowned. “I don’t remember the bikini being this small when I tried it on in the store,” she groused. She tied the strings of the push-up top behind her neck, then fought to get it to sit right on her bosom.
“I look like I’m gon’na fall out of this any second.” She scooped her hand into the bright violet cups and repositioned her breasts, forcing the brilliant satin to cover as much as possible.
She tugged at the high cut sides of her bottoms. “This bottom is more a thong than a panty. If I move just wrong, it’s going to ride straight up my crack.” She pulled at the crotch to position it and sighed in defeat. “I should have known better than to bring the new bikini.”
Chastity turned to the white plastic chair beside her. She lifted the long, black satin dressing robe she’d been given by one of the club’s staff.
“Where is the belt?” She looked around but didn’t see it. “I guess I have to wear it hanging open.” She nibbled her lower lip as she pulled on the robe. Glancing once more in the mirror she blushed.
“I look like a stripper about to go on stage than a high-school senior. All I need is red lipstick and some high heels.” She slipped on a pair of purple rubber flip-flop sandals, then gathered her bag with her clothes. "Well, here goes..."
She stepped out of the tiny dressing room and into the warm brilliant sunlight. Small tables with umbrellas and guests relaxing in white lounge chairs framed the gigantic, kidney shaped, white marble pool. Rounded marble steps led into the water at the far end. The deep cool blue of the water looked inviting, especially in this summer heat. Light gleamed on the gentle ripples of the water around two older guests who laughed as they swam.
She blushed, tugging on the edges of her robe. She was afraid of what the club members were going to think of her ‘stripper’ suit if she took off the robe to swim.
A tall, slender young man in the Club's uniform of short, snug khaki shorts and a blindingly white polo shirt stepped out from where he'd been waiting on one side of the door. The black silk of his short, trimmed hair fell across his brow rakishly and reflected in blue streaks, matching the deep blue of his eyes. His arms were bare to the elbows and showed an impressive array of tanned muscle. He smiled with masculine approval.
‘I guess he likes the swim suit,’ she thought and smiled ruefully. “Tony, right?” He nodded. ‘Wow, he’s really cute,’ she thought. ‘My, what big arms you have...’
“You remembered my name.” Tony grinned. “If you like, I’ll take care of your bag for you.” She handed it over with a word of thanks. Tony bowed slightly and motioned with one arm. “If you will come this way?”
‘I wish all the boys I knew were this polite,’ she thought as she followed him. Her sandals slapped against her heels as she walked.
He led her to a lounge chair in the shade of a wide umbrella. Before she could protest, Tony slid the robe from her shoulders and laid it on the back of the chair Embarrassed by the sudden exposure Chastity sat down while Tony trotted off.
‘Well, there goes that,’ she thought, mortified. ‘Let’s see how many people I can offend in a hurry.’ Chastity ignored the lewd glare of a hairy pot-bellied man sitting to her left. She raised her chin. 'Yeah, that's right. I wear scanty thong bikinis all the time.'
"Nice Bikini," said a tall older man as he emerged dripping wet, from the pools edge, right at her feet. Her eyes fixated on his tiny blue spandex Speedos that revealed a hard bulge in the groin and his pasty white legs. Like a pot of honey, she was attracting flies. Her courage failed her.
'Shit. I need to cover myself!' She turned around to grab her robe when a voice startled her.
"Hello there." Chastity jumped as someone suddenly bent over her chair. “I’m Mr. Davies, the Club manager. You’re Chastity, I believe?” he asked.
He was an extremely handsome, older gentleman, also in the Club's uniform of khaki shorts and white shirt. His head was completely bald and evenly tanned with a single diamond flashing from his ear. His eyes were bright green; his teeth perfect. She noted the beginnings of a small beer gut thickening his middle. She also noted the definition of strong muscles in his darkly tanned thighs as he knelt by her chair.
“Hello,” she said nodding, then smiled uneasily. ‘Here it comes, the part where I get sent home for my bathing suit. Dad’s going to kill me.’ She released her hold on the robe. It was far too late to cover up.
“It’s a pleasure to have you here,” said Mr. Davies. “Your father told us to expect you.”
Chastity watched as Tony approached, then stood silently to one side of Mr. Davies. “Dad would have come, but there was an emergency at work...”
Confusion momentarily flitted across his features. “Emergency at work,” Mr. Davies repeated. “Ah, I understand.” He smiled and focused on Chastity's chest.
“Tony," said Mr. Davies as he rose from his crouch, "Miss Chastity is new and probably doesn’t know her way around, be sure to give her a tour of the main house and make sure she has anything she needs, understood?”
“Absolutely sir,” Tony said with a small bow and a wide grin.
‘Whoa,’ Chastity thought in surprise. ‘Looks like I’m not getting kicked out for my swim-wear.’
“Oh, and Tony, Chastity has a two o’clock appointment to meet with Father Gregor.” Mr. Davies slanted a meaningful look at Tony. “Make sure she’s there on time.” Tony gave Chastity a startled look, then nodded with a frown. Mr. Davies abruptly left to walk toward another guest.
“Who’s Father Gregor?” Chastity whispered.
Tony knelt by her chair. “He’s our resident, ah, priest.” Chastity looked at him in some confusion. “He, um, works with some of the guests,” Tony added. “For those who need um, a priest.” Tony shrugged, then looked at her uneasily.
“There’s a chapel here?”
