Feb. 22
Winnie and Abigail have known each other for a loooooong time.
The three of us were doing laundry. It was a good time, we were joking with each other and laughing. I was asking a lot of questions about my employment, they were telling stories about the good ole days. We were sorting, folding, and having a decent, sane time.
But noooooo, decency and sanity were not good enough for these two ladies.
Abigail held up a pair of lacey pink panties.
"Looks like these are Margaret's. You want a sniff before I toss them in the machine?" She asked Winnie. The pregnant Winnie didn't miss a beat.
"No, I keep a pair under my pillow. Although, those are getting stale. I should probably switch them out..."
In my defense, their delivery was COMPLETELY deadpan, no hint of joking, no sign of sarcasm...
Yes, they were pulling my leg. I didn't know that at the time though. I don't remember making a face, but they both looked at me and burst out laughing.
"If you do anything with those panties outside of putting them in the wash, I am leaving," I said, shaking my head.
"You should have seen your face!" Winnie laughed, shaking her head as she folded one of Jefferson's shirts. "You thought I was all about Margaret's stank."
"Ode de Margarét," Abigail laughed, dropping the panties in with the other laundry.
I guess I had to be hazed eventually.
We were finishing the last load when Kat came racing in, pulling up the straps on a black bikini, spitting out sentences even faster than usual.
"Winnie! The pool guys are here! Something happened to the pump after the party, I don't know, it's probably full of condoms or something, the point is there's two guys from the pool company talking to Margaret right now. Where's your swimsuit? Does it still fit?" The typically high-energy woman exceeded herself, jumping up and down in excitement. Winnie lowered the clothing she was folding, tilting her head in disappointment.
"Oh, Kat, I don't know if I'm down for that anymore. At least not for now." Kat's shoulders slumped, and she frowned, whining.
"Wiiiinieeeee... Come on! Is this because of the pregnancy?" She asked.
"Yes," Winnie replied, wasting no words.
"But you're still so sexy!" Kat protested. "Come oooon. It'll be fun!"
"I bet Marcie will help you out," Winnie offered my services casually, returning her attention to her work.
Kat turned to me, a pleading frown on her face.
"I'd be happy to help," I replied, trying to be a go-getter. "What are we doing?"
[Drawn in the Margin: A bikini top, floating on the surface of a pool.]
Abigail's borrowed bikini was saggy and loose around my butt, but my boobs spilled out of the cups.
I followed Kat through the multipurpose room, distracted by her thong-clad ass. She spoke about a million miles an hour, as per usual, and didn't slow down as she stopped by the double doors to the pool area.
"Have you got the sunscreen?" She asked.
"Yeah, uh, it's an indoor pool, so...?" I shrugged, showing her the can of spray-on SPF-15.
"It's fine. They've never questioned it before," She giggled, "Trust me, this is a ton of fun." She pushed open one of the double doors, and I followed her into the pool area. Inside, one man stood by the wall, leaning in through a hole where a panel had been removed. He seemed to be talking to a second man, deeper inside the wall.
"Is it okay if we go swimming?" Kat, called. The man backed up from the hole to face us, his eyes instantly wandering.
"Uh, yeah, I don't see a problem with it. It's okay if they swim, right Hank?" He called into the wall.
"Yeah," Came the muffled reply.
"Okay," said, "But we might just lay out." She adjusted a deckside folding chair, spreading her towel across it. The man glanced up at the ceiling when she spoke, as if confirming to himself that the sun was not in fact shining through the solid structure. Kat was so confident, I almost checked for myself.
Selecting a chair next to her, I made similar arrangements and rolled out my towel.
Kat had explained everything to me when she first invited me to join her. This was her and Winnie's favorite pastime. Whenever there was pool maintenance to be done, She and Winnie would go out by the pool, and as she put it, "Torment the pool boys". The two grown men doing sweaty mechanical repair work didn't strike me as 'pool boys' but I didn't question. I was merely a clown in Kat's circus.
We lay out only a few minutes as the men worked, cursing and clanking behind the wall. I did keep an eye on them, and both men sneaked a few peaks at us. That wasn't good enough for Kat.
"Marcie, will you put some suntan lotion on my back?" She said, untying her top and holding it against her breasts.
It was so hard not to laugh. I just can't with this girl.
I glared at her suspiciously through slit eyes.
"You want me to rub sunscreen on your back for...what? So you don't burn?" I asked, looking up at the ceiling pointedly.
"Marcie!" She whispered sternly, "Play along," She laid face down on the deck chair, pulling her hair to the side and exposing her bare back to me. I didn't require much prompting to want to rub my oily hands on a sexy, half-naked woman, so I stood beside her and squirted a gloop of the greasy oil into my hands. I lathered in small circles on her back.
"Oh, it's much easier if you just straddle me," She said, a little louder than needed, "Climb on." I stifled my laughter as I threw my left leg over the top of her, sitting on her butt. Rubbing her back and shoulders, I sneaked a couple of glances at the working men. Yes, the guys were definitely watching us now, but trying very hard to look like they were not.
"Kat, this is awful," I whispered, "What if Master gets mad at them because they can't finish their work?"
