Payback At The Pool

"No way. Your friends are assholes." Kimmy was adamant.

"Yes, they are," agreed Jax. "But they are

my

asshole friends. I'm just doing them a favor."

Kimmy kept folding her laundry, ignoring her brother's request.

"It's just for the night. Can't you stay at a friend's?" pleaded Jax. "I kinda already told them it wouldn't be a problem. Besides, this house is half mine."

Kimmy and Jax, about a year ago, bought a house together. Nothing special; a small two bedroom, but it did have a built-in pool and a fenced backyard. They have always been close growing up as twins, so living together - at least for the early part of their post-college years - wasn't a concern. Just a few years removed from the local university, it was a good real estate investment for the 25-year-olds maturing into taxpaying adults.

Jax continued. "Listen, they only want to use the house for the evening. I doubt they'll be here that long. Not even overnight."

"Do it on a night when you're around," argued Kimmy. "Why do I have to put up with this shit?"

"They can only do it that night. And I have to be in LA. Come on, sis, you just have to disappear for a few hours," pleaded Jax.

Kimmy stopped folding and threw her hands in the air. "Why would I ever want to help them? I'm still pissed. I'll never fucking forgive them."

Jax sighed. "I know, I know. I shouldn't have helped them."

Five years ago, Jax's friends, all part of the same fraternity, were able to cleverly and clandestinely setup some cams in his sister's sorority. Over the period of a weekend, they obtained prime footage of Kimmy and her friends in various states of undress, which they live streamed. Understandably, the women of the sorority were upset, as topless and bottomless pictures filled the internet. While Jax didn't directly participate in the scheme, he did explain to his friends the technology behind it and how to setup a live stream.

"Just do it as a favor to me, not them. I didn't take part in it. I really didn't need to see your tits, sis," argued Jax.

"You didn't, but the rest of the campus did," remembered Kimmy, angrily. "So why do they need our house? What are they gonna do here? Get hammered and invite over some whores?"

"Well, to be honest," admitted Jax, "just one."

"Seriously?" replied a bewildered Kimmy.

"Here's the deal," explained Jax. "They went down to the strip club last weekend and met some dancer, who I guess does 'other work' on the side. You know, as an escort. So they negotiated a deal that she would come over and take care of all three of them. Kind of a quantity discount package."

Kimmy just stared at Jax. "Oh, hell no."

"Kimmy, I'm not part of it. I'm not even gonna be here, " pleaded Jax. "They asked if they could use our house. I don't see why not. I mean, as long as you are not here.

"And their apartments are too small to have...you know. And I told them they could use the pool."

Kimmy fretted in thought. She loved her brother, but still held a deep undying, grudge against his friends. Suddenly, her head snapped to attention as an illumination shone forth in her brain, and a smug and sinister smile traversed her face.

"Here's the deal," began Kimmy, carefully selecting her words. "They can use the house. Under these conditions. Get me the name of the whore they have coming over."

"Escort; ah, stripper," Jax corrected her. "Why do you want that?"

Ignoring his question, Kimmy continued. "I want her name, how much they are paying for her, and you do

not

tell the guys I asked for this."

"What for?" pressed Jax.

"That's my business. You get me that and they can use the house, the pool, whatever; for the whole night."

"Am I setting these guys up? They'll kill me," responded Jax.

"It's payback. They will never know. Only you and I will ever know."

"What do I get out of this?" questioned Jax, doubtfully.

"For starters, you won't be affected." Kimmy sighed. "And I can try and get you a date with Lisa."

Jax has had eyes on Lisa ever since college, but could never seem to make the connection. "How will you do that?" Jax hopefully asked.

"She owes me," answered Kimmy. "Plus - and do not quote me on this - she told me she thought you were cute."

"Deal!" exclaimed Jax.

After their sibling agreement, Kimmy immediately called her two closest friends, Jordan and the aforementioned Lisa, and told them she had a retaliation plan, and wanted to enlist their help. Jordan and Lisa, also filmed in the illicit cam scandal, were more than happy to make this overdue revenge a reality.

Without a problem, Jax was able to to get the name of the stripper and her fee. His friends - JT, Jason, and Matty - were all pretty excited about their sordid arrangement, and were not shy about boasting and sharing the details with Jax.

"Too bad you can't be there, buddy," said JT. "I'll give her an extra hard pounding for you," he joked.

"Ha. No thanks," laughed Jax. "Just don't make a mess of the place and clean up after. I don't want your...your juices and condoms left behind. Kimmy will kill me."

"No worries, man," agreed JT. "We really appreciate you letting us use the house. We will make it look like we were never there."

The friends shared a round of high fives, and enthusiastically laughed about the upcoming night.

On Thursday night, the three ladies set their plan into motion by making a trip down to Flanagan's, the only strip club in town; which is, according to Jax, where the guys found their 'escort'. As the various girls did their three-song rotation on stage, Kimmy and her two friends sat and waited, nursing their overpriced drinks and avoiding eye contact with the male customers; the ones staring curiously at the three dressed women in the club. For a Thursday night, it seemed - to the girls, anyway - unexpectedly crowded, and a little more creepy than what they imagined or saw on TV.

Sure enough, after about 45 minutes, the dancer they were looking for, a sweet-looking woman about their age, appeared on stage. The DJ announced her as Shadowplay, and Kimmy nodded at her friends and said "that's her."

As Shadowplay shed her clothes and rolled about on stage, Kimmy nervously approached and tipped her generously with a couple of handfuls of one dollar bills. As Kimmy departed the stage, she slid her a twenty. "Come talk to us later."

Shadowplay, albeit a bit skeptical of being called to a table with three women, strolled up to them and pulled herself over a chair.

Money is money,

she thought.

Kimmy leaned forward and quietly explained to Shadowplay that they didn't want to buy any lap dances, but had a much more lucrative offer for her. Kimmy gave her all the background, and while Shadowplay acknowledged she knew the guys being discussed, she was still leery about the whole thing. That is, until Kimmy made it about finances.

"I'll give you double what those guys were going to give you," offered Kimmy.

Instantly, Shadowplay became much more receptive. "Half upfront then," she replied. "Like, now."

Kimmy took out a wad of money, counted out half the fee, and placed it on the table. Shadowplay stared at it, still cynical.

"Furthermore, you can still collect your money from the guys," Kimmy pointed out. "That means you would get three times the original amount."

Shadowplay smiled at the prospect of a nice payday; glancing at the money on the table and counting the potential windfall in her head.

Kimmy continued. "Let me tell you what you have to do. You don't even have to...you know, do what you were supposed to do. Just get them into the pool. Naked. As soon as you get them in the pool, you can leave. That should take you less than 15 minutes," rationalized Kimmy. "If it rains, I have a Plan B, but right now, the weather looks perfect for a swim. Just get them in the pool and make sure they don't have a stitch of clothing on."

"That's it?" Shadowplay questioned. "And then I can leave?"

"Yes," confirmed Kimmy. "All three of us will be there. In hiding. Just make sure to collect their money upfront, and we will give you our other half as you leave. We will take over from there."

"Piece of cake," and Shadowplay agreed. They went over the details one more time and exchanged phone numbers. All that was left was to wait for 6 PM a week from Saturday, when Shadowplay would arrive for the guys.

"Remember," Kimmy said in parting. "Total secrecy. They can't know that we talked or what we are doing."

Shadowplay nodded and picked up the money from the table.

A week went by, and Jax's friends were understandably getting excited. Jax confirmed with them they could have the house, and that his sister wouldn't be there all night, meaning they could even sleep there if they wanted. Shadowplay was busy confirming a series of texts from JT and also from Kimmy, with JT clueless to the plot being executed behind his back.

Saturday arrived. As Jax waited for his ride to the airport, he told his sister "I have no idea what you have planned, but just keep me out of it. And get me that date with Lisa."

"She already agreed. Call her when you get back," and Kimmy gave her brother a hug goodbye.

It was a nice 75 degree, sunny and clear October day in Southeast Texas. Two hours before Jax's friends were to arrive, the three female conspirators got together at Kimmy's house, and reviewed their plan. So that their vehicles would not be at Kimmy's, they left them at Jordan's apartment, and got a ride to house. A quick text to Shadowplay confirmed her timeliness for that evening.

The day before he left for LA, Jax instructed Kimmy how to setup and operate a number of cams. The three girls strategically placed them in the pool area, family room, and the front yard and made all the necessary connections to a laptop for data storage. Kimmy also had control via an app on her phone. They weren't going to stream anything - they didn't want to broadcast illegal prostitution and implicate their stripper accomplice - but they were certainly hoping to record their prey in a compromising situation.

The three women hid quietly behind the locked door of Kimmy's bedroom. At 5:30 PM, they heard the guys drive up. Jax had given JT a key, and the guys let themselves in. There was the stereotypical bravado from three guys about to get laid by a stripper, and illogical arguments about who was going first. The girls smiled nervously behind the bedroom door.

They heard the guys opening beers, and someone even tried to open Kimmy's door, but stopped when he found it was locked.

"Asshole," whispered Kimmy under her breath.

At a few minutes past 6 PM, Shadowplay arrived. The guys anxiously opened the front door and hurried her in, lest the neighbors catch a glimpse of some unknown hot woman on their front steps. Wearing a pair of tight blue jeans loaded with appliqués, and a plain white t-shirt cut to show off her tone midriff, she entered the house.

Collecting her upfront fee, she casually strolled into the adjacent family room, and through the back slider, saw the pool. Any suspicions Shadowplay had on the legitimacy of Kimmy's plan were removed; she had her money with still more to come. She smiled at her good fortune, and proceeded with her part in the conspiracy.

Shadowplay looked out the glass doors into the backyard. "Nice pool, boys," she observed. "Mind if I take a little skinny dip?"

Jason rushed to the slider, flung it open, and with an air of swagger, insisted. "Be my guest!"

JT and Matty followed close behind as Shadowplay stepped onto the back patio. No encouragement was necessary; without hesitation she began removing her clothes. The guys stood there, gawking in awe, at this beautiful woman disrobing nonchalantly right before them. While they had seen her at the club topless in a g-string, here she was totally nude - including being fully shaved - just for them, in a backyard. Their hormonal minds feverishly pumped blood through their veins at the very near prospect of having their way with her.

Without heels, she now stood at 5'3", and with her thin waist and amplified breasts, hands on hips, she faced them in all her naked, feminine glory. "We have an hour, boys, so let's have some fun before I get down to business with each of you." She walked over to JT, and placed her hand on his crotch.

"I think someone is anxious to get going," she seductively whispered, caressing his obvious boner challenging the fabric of his pants.

JT reached up to grab her enhanced tits, and began to knead them as if it were the first time he ever saw breasts. Shadowplay let him grope her; she simply squeezed his crotch a bit harder and said "slow down, hot shot." Looking over at the other two guys standing there unconsciously rubbing their own packages, she announced, "Why don't y'all take off your clothes and join me. I feel like a little swim. And a little underwater cock sucking." She released JT's pants and dipped her foot into the shallow end of the pool, testing the water temperature, giving them all a lovely view of her flawless ass.

As if someone fired a starting pistol, the three men hurriedly stripped off their clothes, threw them in the vicinity of the patio chairs near the slider, and dove into the deep end of the pool, optimistic erections leading the way.

Surfacing from their dive, they brushed their wet hair back and wiped the water from their eyes, and saw their goddess picking up her clothes from the patio. Before anything could register with them, the back door slid open and Kimmy, Jordan, and Lisa stampeded out.

The boys, treading water in the deep end, naked with submarine boners, could not immediately fathom the scene. That is, until they witnessed Jordan and Lisa grabbing the boys' discarded clothes.

"What the fuck?" cried JT.

By the time the words left his mouth, their stripper/escort already had all her own clothes and was in the house, where Kimmy was waiting to give her the other half of the cash she was owed. Like a wispy silhouette disappearing with the coming of light, their appropriately named Shadowplay was gone.

Matty, a little slow on the draw, said "are they gonna fuck us, too?"

"No, you idiot!" yelled JT. "We've been screwed!"

The boys, in a panic, began to swim towards the shallow end of the pool, closest to the house, but abruptly stopped when they realized where they were, and more importantly, what they did not have - clothes.

Watching helplessly, the girls pitched all the guys' clothes inside the house - shirts, shorts, underwear, socks, shoes; everything - and then stood on the patio, closing and locking the slider behind them.

With Shadowplay safely on her way home, the three girls took seats facing the pool, and congratulated each other.

The men were too stunned to speak, so Kimmy addressed them.

"Hi guys," she mocked. "How's the water?"

Silent, fuming, and holding their privates with both hands, they made a brisk retreat back to the deeper end of the pool, furthest from the girls' curious eyes. The conniving ladies, pretending to take no notice of the guys, began casually talking about what a nice day it was.

"Sun's going down soon," observed Jordan. "And it's supposed to be a chilly one tonight. 50s."

"Yeah, you can feel it now," replied Kimmy. "Here. I'll turn on the heater." Kimmy got up, and switched on the propane patio heater near their chairs. A comforting warmth engulfed the ladies.

"Hey come on, Kimmy. Fun's over," finally acknowledged JT.

"Oh, no. The fun is just beginning," corrected Kimmy. "In fact, why don't you guys get out of the pool and hang with us?" Kimmy took out her phone and pointed it at them.

Immediately, the guys all crouched a little lower, keeping only their heads above water. By now, the effect of the water, and especially the shock of being duped, relieved them of their erections.

"Hey! No pictures!" yelled Jason.

"Why not? You guys sent us all over the internet when we were naked," said Kimmy. "Remember that?"

"That was years ago," pleaded JT.

"And now it's your turn."

Suddenly, Jason had a realization. "Hey, how did you know we were doing this? How did you know about the stripper?"

"Fucking Jax," said JT.

Kimmy laughed. "No, it wasn't Jax. We know someone who works at Flanagan's and quite fortuitously for us, she told us about your arrangement. It didn't take us long to get the details and to pay her off to sell you out."

"I told you we shouldn't have trusted her," cried Jason at JT. "Bitch. She will pay for this."

"You will do no such thing," lectured Kimmy, once again holding up her camera, threatening to take pictures. "And isn't soliciting a prostitute illegal in Texas?"

"OK, fuck it," acquiesced JT. "Just...put down the phone."

Lisa stood up, and walked over to the side of the pool and crouched down closest to them, sending the guys into a backwards scurry as far as they could get from her. "I can't believe you guys were paying for sex," she lamented. "Is that how desperate you are?"

The guys just silently held the side of the pool.

Lisa cocked her head, squinting into the water, as if to get a peek at what they were shielding with their hands. "Come on guys, why don't you get out and get it over with."

"No way. You're gonna have to drag us out," ignorantly challenged Jason.

"Suit yourself," added Kimmy. "We have all night. Jax is in LA, and won't be back for a week." Kimmy tapped into her phone. "Wow. It's already down to 64 degrees. You're right, Jordan, low of 54 tonight." Kimmy looked up from her phone and called over to the guys. "Hey, know what you guys can do to stay warm in there? Cuddle!"

All three women laughed as the guys just looked at each other. Soon, they were whispering about what they could do to get out of this. But there weren't any good options. One consideration was to make a mad dash to the side gate which leads out to the front yard, but that would only leave them naked in the front yard, and without their phones or car keys. They scanned the area for towels or something to cover themselves with but the only clothing in sight were the jeans and sweatshirts the women were wearing and comfortably warm in. And even if there were a towel, their keys and phone were locked inside somewhere. They were truly at a disadvantage.

Kimmy served her friends drinks, and the girls continued to amiably chat, watching the guys languish defenseless in the pool. The sun surrendered to the evening, and darkness draped the patio and pool. The automatic overhead lights clicked on, and while it clearly illuminated the reluctant mermen's worried expressions, their sacred privates were still safely concealed under the water.

"You know," mused Kimmy loudly, "we could use more light on the situation." She walked over to a series of wall switches, and upon flipping them on, the bright underwater pool lights radiated forth, causing the guys to further curl themselves up. From their chairs, the ladies could easily determine that their captives had nothing on; their pale, naked flesh glowing beneath the surface.

Lisa went down to the deep end and Jason splashed water at her to drive her back. "Really, Jason? You want to pull that shit now?" She crouched down and looked into the water. "Wow. You guys are so naked," and she got up and went back to her drink.

Kimmy called over to the guys. "I ordered some food and it will be here in 30 minutes. You boys want any? Just have to get out of the pool."

"Fat chance!" yelled Jason, but this was nothing but empty bluster, as they realized their only strategy was to pray for a miracle.

The girls continued talking, and the guys proceeded to stew in the pool. The food arrived and the girls feasted as the guys looked on hopelessly. The once almost imperceptible temperature drop was now making its presence felt. The guys tried to keep most of their body below the water as the air was noticeably chillier.