Monday morning came around too quickly. Olivia wondered briefly if her sports car was safe in the parking lot in such a rough neighbourhood. With a shrug she left it to march into the large shabby building that housed the indoor pool.
In the small shabby office she met the superintendant. With the usual greetings over he showed her the changing room and where to get a costume.
"I'm glad you turned up as there's no one else on duty and I didn't want to close up. This is the only facility in the area, if you exclude the pool halls and worse. The caretaker will arrive before opening up so he'll show you the routine. Do you think you can cope until then? Good! I'll be off then."
She didn't ask what he meant by 'worse', merely wanting to get this over with. The sooner she started the sooner the tiresome job could be ditched and she could get back to the house of shame. That's what she thought of Jane's house after last night's ordeal. Well, it had started off badly, but maybe she could turn it around.
The pool was nothing like the country club she knew and loved. There would be no flirting here with her kind of people here. She was tempted to ask where the bar was but didn't think the caretaker would appreciate the joke.
He was a short balding man, somewhat serious from life wearing him down and certainly not worth flirting with. He seemed to think she knew what to do and didn't want to spend time being bored with lectures about rules and regulations.
Fortunately he soon scuttled off with an excuse. The smell of beer on his breath told her where he was off too. It didn't matter for she was relieved he was out of the way. How hard could it be keeping a bunch of kids out of trouble?
Bill shuffled away muttering to himself. "The arrogant young thing won't last long here. This lot will sort her out. What's she doing here for Christ sake anyway," he said as he left.
The first problem was finding a bathing suit that fit. She couldn't wear her own and the thought of wearing someone's cast offs was deplorable. That left these two unopened packages. The nearest size was too small but took it anyway, to try on in the changing room.
"Damn!" They didn't have a staff changing area. She opened a locker and shoved her clothes into it, not caring they were expensive, for she was used to just buying more. After all, shopping was a nice hobby.
Pulling on the red one-piece was difficult but she got into it just as a group of girls barged in with yelps and shouts of young fun. Olivia scowled at them but their youthful enthusiasm was hard to squash. These weren't kids they looked over eighteen. She remembered the superintendent said Monday was for an older age group.
She slammed the locker shut and left. She walked out to the pool and was saddened by the dismal look of the place. There weren't many there that early but as the temperature outside mounted it began to fill.
Olivia blew on the whistle. "Hey! Yes you, in the lurid green trunks. No diving from the edge like an idiot. Look at the sign if you can't read, it's clear enough," she shouted.
She was enjoying wielding a little bit of authority. This was a chance shout at someone else after all those times she had been reprimanded or banned from the country club for silly pranks.
Sitting on a chair against the worn tiled wall she was fidgeting with boredom. They seemed to have settled down and were behave themselves, just having fun, but she wasn't. 'Maybe this is why people read books,' she thought.
"Shit!" she jumped up and ran to the edge of the pool.
"Get out of the way!" she shouted.
Olivia dived in and grabbed a young guy. With his chin cradled in one hand she back stroked to the shallow end and pulled him from the pool. She bent over him and breathed into his mouth while pinching his nose.
A crowd gathered round enjoying the excitement. He spluttered and opened his eyes. He was black but at the moment looked very pale.
"Just lie there a moment. Get me a blanket or something to cover him," she said to one of the girls.
She stood up and they cheered. "You saved his life miss!" one of them said. The voice didn't sound too enthusiastic and they dived back into the water soon forgetting the incident.
She bent over him on her knees. This time he was checking her out. He looked straight down her cleavage into the too small swimsuit. It pushed her breasts together in a cheap way she would have poked fun of on anyone else.
She could feel the guys behind her checking out her ass. She flicked her eyes around the pool, the first time she had bothered to really look at them. These were out of work school leavers, the ones unable to make it to college.
"I'll have to write out a report, you OK now?" she asked. Olivia stood up and turned quickly but the guys were looking in all directions except at her bottom. That confirmed it the, jerks had been checking out her butt.
She strode back to the seat and glared at them. "Ok! Shows over, get back in the pool or go home," she growled. On the seat she felt her bare bottom and fidgeted not wanting to adjust the costume in front of them. She didn't want to look down either knowing it was pulled tight over her crotch.
When they were out of the way she casually looked down and groaned. The tight swimsuit was pulled between her lips forming a clear camel toe. She had been too busy to bother only feeling it when sitting down. Now she realised how much of herself she had been showing off she felt stupid and embarrassed.
She smiled to herself. The guys at the country club would have loved to catch her like this. They would have teased her to destruction but afterwards she would have them fawning over her like idiots.
The view of her rear would have been spectacular too with lips pouting between a pair of slim thighs while bending over that drowning fool. "The damn shits!" she whispered. She soon dismissed it as men being men.
As the day wore on word went out about the new sexy lifeguard. Toward the end of the day a group of black teenagers moved in to check her out. They kept out of the way and of course didn't go into the pool for that would be un-cool. The two that had ogled her rear continued to swim, taking every opportunity to sweep their eyes over her fit white body.
The janitor pressed the bell in the office and those still there reluctantly got out and change from their wet things. Olivia patrolled around looking as though she knew what she was doing. The old guy had quickly left, leaving her close up.
The keys were in the office and all she had to do was lock up and escape the dreadful place. On reflection she had enjoyed chatting to the girls for it was an eye opener to how they lived. Perhaps it was working on her conscience, working towards appreciating what she had.
"OK! Day one completed," she said to the empty echoing hall. The female changing area was empty and there was no sound of males changing so she locked up. All she had to do was get dressed and escape back to Jane's house. She just hoped that juvenile delinquent Mark left her alone tonight for she was too tired to be bothered by the nuisance.
Walking past the male locker room she heard an argument. Striding in Olivia found two boys squaring up for a fight. "Hey! You two stop that right now!"
They stepped back looking as though they were relieved she had entered the place. She thought it was because they were unsure of themselves in a fight and were glad it was being broken up. She was very wrong.
She approached them to stand in as intimidating a pose as she could manage. With hands on hips she asked. "What's all this about? You should have left here, the pool is closed!"
With squeaking trainers on wet tiles four more appeared from behind the lockers. Now Olivia was the one feeling intimidated.
"So guys, tell the nice white lady what you were arguing about," the tallest of them said.
She couldn't back away for they were all around her, with leering looks, checking her out. The swimsuit felt so small she wanted to close her arms about her body but dare not show a sign of weakness. She lifted her shoulders to emphasis her height but they were tall strong looking young men.
She shook off the first fright for they were probably more nervous of her. She was a mature wealthy woman and they were just poor teenagers. They knew their place and so did she.
"Well!" she asked, trying to take charge of the situation. "What are you doing here?"
With a grin one of the potential fighters looked directly at her cleavage. "I was telling Leroy your tits are best and he said it's your ass." They all laughed at this including Leroy.
"You're banned from here. I don't want to see your face or hear your dirty mouth in here again. Do you understand?" she said with a stern voice. Olivia could feel her face tinting pink. She flushed hot with embarrassment and anger.
"I'm a twenty-eight year old mature woman and you adolescents should show respect. I'm here to look after you, not to be insulted," she spluttered in outrage.
She turned on each of them, facing them off with a severe glower. They quietened down. "It's me you are discussing not assets, I'm a person. I'm not in the habit of being discussed like that so desist," she said, effecting an outraged tone.
"I think you ass is cute lady," a tall lean guy spoke up. He looked her in the eye and she found it difficult to look away. "Let's vote on it," Mathew said."All in favour of the ass raise hands."
"That is quiet enough. You are all very rude and I shall report you," she grimaced. Pushing past one of the boys she felt him grab her arm. Mathew took a hold of her wrist.
"Don't go nice white lady. We haven't decided yet," he told her.
Olivia looked at the strong black hands gripping her thin wrists. "Let me go you're in deep trouble as it is, don't make it worse," she said. An edge of fear had crept in but she tired to hide it.
"Hands up for the big white tits, now the ass. The ass has it. Me I prefer white pussy," Mathew told her.
"Let me go, this has gone far enough!" she complained. Scared now, she found it harder to breathe and keep the rising fear under control.
"It's more difficult to decide without seeing them tits girl," Mathew said.
"We should give them a fair look over," one of them suggested.
As it sank in what he meant she let out a yelp. "No! Leave me alone," she cried out.
"You been flaunting your body all day miss rich girl. What you doing here anyway. This no place for the likes o you flaunting your rich white ass. They is sure great assets if you gonna sell them," he told her.
