Open Day - The Aftermath
The Tuesday after Open Day the pool was closed in the morning for essential maintenance. The staff all met together for a rare team meeting. With the pool under total closure until after lunch, this was the first time that Katie had arrived at work without being prepared for (and hoping for) the chance of a dip. So she didn't have her bikini on, as usual, under her kit. She had her normal day clothes on, in this case a long flowery summer skirt and a pale lilac blouse. George had on a very smart dress shirt and casual trousers. Kevin had smart jeans and a t- shirt. They all sat around in a circle of plastic chairs outside the reception area.
Everyone was congratulated by the manager for the outstanding success of "Drench the Wench." In terms of raising funds, this had been by far the best attraction of the whole day. Over four hundred dollars had been raised in less than two hours! About a hundred and fifty people had been paying customers, meaning that about four hundred and fifty sodden sponges had been thrown at the poor girls taking part! And at least twenty buckets full of water! Not to mention George's mischief with the hose. As it happened only six girls, including Katie, had taken a turn in the wench's seat, but they had all finished up being well and truly drenched. Which was the whole idea to begin with. And George had made sure that the other two volunteers, the girls from admin, had a proper soaking too. Tod had done his job with the hose thoroughly and the two girls never had a chance of staying dry, in spite of their determination all afternoon to keep out of the way of the sponges. They had not been at all pleased, but after all it was not George's fault that they had both ignored his advice and not bothered to bring any spare clothes! Everyone agreed that they should do the same thing again next year! Katie wondered if she would be here then, and asked if there would be an opportunity to do another "Drench the Wench!" sooner! Everyone laughed, "You just want to get drenched again!" George said. "Don't just laugh!" the manager said, looking at Katie encouragingly. "Maybe you could do something, on a smaller scale, beside the pool one Sunday! It's a good idea! We all know that you will have at least one volunteer!" The engineers finished their work and left the pool, ready for it to open after lunch.
They discussed routine business to with the running of the pool. Numbers and takings were up this summer, and feedback from both holidaymakers and owners gave the use of the pool as one of the top three reasons for a successful stay! Geoff, the manager, thanked all the pool staff for their efforts. He hoped that they might be able to keep Katie on, perhaps part-time, after the end of her summer contract. Then, just as the meeting was finishing, there was a commotion at the door. The manager smiled to himself and scooped up his files, ready to leave quickly. In marched a noisy bunch of people. There was Cindy, one of Saturday's wenches, looking very mean. She had a shiny apron over her waitress's uniform and her dark hair was tied up tightly in a bun. There were two older men from the kitchen, both heavily built and wearing chefs' whites. And there were the two girls from admin, both in long black skirts and fresh white office blouses. Both girls came to the front of the group. "Jen and Mel have something to say!" Cindy announced in a very no nonsense voice.
"We have come to see you, George!" one of the admin girls said, while her friend tried to stifle a giggle. "We gave of our time freely on Saturday, to help you with your stall, and you deliberately made sure that we both got soaking wet! We only had our work clothes from the morning, and it was freezing cold! We have come with a posse and we have come for revenge!" Katie shrieked with laughter. "Thanks for volunteering!" George replied, and he went onto explain how exceptionally well the afternoon had gone and how such a fantastic sum had been raised. He thanked both girls again, then added, "But after all, you did volunteer for Drench the Wench!" You must have both realized that there was going to be some water flying about! And I did warn you to bring a change of clothes!"
"That doesn't change the fact that you deliberately got these poor girls wet through, George!" Cindy said. "Just like you always throw new girls in the pool! Now is the time for you to pay the price!" The two burly chefs grabbed George, one taking his legs and the other his arms. They lifted George out of his seat and then held him outstretched. "My wallet, my wallet!" George shouted. His wallet was pulled out of his hip pocket. Then George was swung out over the pool several times, being lifted higher each time before being thrown into the air over the water. Katie squealed with delight as George slowly rotated before landing on the water with a huge splash. He surfaced and picked himself up, his saturated shirt cascading water from all sides. George made his way slowly to the side while everyone else clapped. He made as if to climb out, but seeing the two chefs standing on the side George decided to stay put for the time being, in case the chefs just pushed him back in again.
Cindy was standing beside the chefs, and she did not hear Kevin creep up behind her, before giving her a gentle push. Cindy screamed as she landed on her feet in the shallow water, with her apron billowing out on the surface in front of her. "Always take care beside the pool!" Kevin smirked, before the two chefs got hold of him too. Kevin received the same treatment as had been meted out to George, although they didn't fling him up quite as far. This was bad news for Cindy, because she had managed to land on her feet and stay upright, and when Kevin landed in the pool beside her she got a lot wetter from the splash than she had been before. Katie went over beside the two chefs. "I was on the stall too!" she said, helpfully, whilst she wondered if they would dare grab hold of her too. But to Katie's disappointment the two chefs, being well behaved gentleman, were reluctant to treat a young lady in such a way. Cindy had only told them about George, and that George deserved to go in the pool, and they did not think that such a delightful young girl as Katie deserved to go in too. "She's alright!" the girls from admin stated. "She helped us to get dry!" Katie went over and sat down on the side of the pool, after first removing her shoes and lifting her skirt up well above her knees. She let her feet, covered with her tights, splash in the water.
Kevin clambered out, adjusting his sodden jeans and t shirt. "Fair enough, girls!" he said in a resigned voice, whilst discreetly gesturing to George. He stood behind the Jen and Mel, whilst looking the other way. George followed him out of the pool. In a second they had the first girl from admin between them and George and Kevin gently took hold of her arms. "Time for a little swim!" George laughed. Mel screamed out loudly, "Help, help!" while she looked urgently at the two chefs, but they didn't seem to know what to do. Kevin and George led her gently for a few steps to the poolside. Their cold wet sleeves brushed against her bare arms, "Please please don't push me!" Mel sounded frantic. "I'm really frightened and I can't swim much!" "OK then," Kevin replied reassuringly, "You can get in yourself! Take your shoes off!" Mel obediently stepped out of her shoes and sat down beside Katie. She turned around and looked up at George and Kevin, who stood, still dripping, behind her. There was no sign of a reprieve from them. She looked at the two chefs, but they were both laughing. No sign of rescue either. Even Cindy held out her arms and beckoned Mel to join her in the water. So she let herself slip off the side, while still holding onto the tiles with both hands. The warm water rushed around Mel's skirt, soaking into the material, which caressed her legs like the warm hands of a lover. "Oh No!" Mel gasped as she felt her knickers getting soaked. She pressed her hands into the tiles beside the pool, as if to push herself up onto her tip toes. The water rippled around the very top of her skirt.
"You should learn to swim, Mel!" suggested Katie brightly. "But look at me, I've got all my clothes on!" Mel protested. Everyone laughed again. It was Cindy who started splashing Mel, not too much, but she started to sprinkle water over her crisp white top. Mel whimpered and put her face in her hands. She drew her arms together over her chest, while she leaned out of the pool over the tiles. Katie joined in and scooped water over her back. Little streams ran down Mel's blouse before the wetness quickly soaked in. The material felt warm to Mel, as it started to cling to her. Katie emptied her hands full of water down Mel's neck, and she giggled as Mel squirmed. It ran around inside her collar and dribbled from her front onto the tiles. Kevin and George jumped back into the pool and all four of them joined in the splashing. The back of Mel's blouse was very see through and the thin white straps of her bra were prominent. She lifted her head up and felt the wetness trickle down inside her front.
They two lads playfully turned on Cindy and sent waves of water over her, before she had time to turn away. The front of her apron sparkled and shone. She tried to give them a mean stare, but it was hard for her to stop laughing along with everyone else. Even Mel turned away from the side and joined the rest of them in a little circle, while Katie stayed where she was, sitting on the side. None of them noticed at first Jen and the two chefs hurry away and out of the door! Jen did not fancy being the next one to get her clothes wet through, and neither did the chefs! Cindy dipped herself into the water, up to her shoulders, so as to at least deny Kevin and George the pleasure of soaking the little bits of her which were still dry. The ties on her apron strained as water gushed out when she stood back up. Her apron also guarded her modesty and shielded her huge bosom from view. Come on Mel, grinned George, One little dip like that and we're done! No! Mel blushed. My top is going to be totally see through! Kevin! George commanded, Look the other way! Kevin laughed in reply, I see Katie wet through all the time! I don't want to look at anyone else! He turned around towards Katie and put his hands on her knees. George caught Mel's eye and put his arms out. She cuddled into him and put her arms around his back. That's it, cried George, No-one can see your top now! Then George lowered himself down, pulling her into the water while she clung to his chest. George felt her small firm breasts, yet to be touched by a lover's hands, brushing over him through the thin layers of loose clothing which separated them. Mel held on tight while they came up and stayed there, tucked into George, as they went to the side. I'll get you a towel and some dry things, Katie said helpfully, jumping up and running to the storeroom. She hurried back and helped Mel to wrap the towel around her, as she detached herself from George and clambered out of the water. George saw her petite, boyish figure only from the back, and thought what a lot of fun they could have.
Everyone got changed. Katie, for once, was the only one still dry, but she changed into her skirt and yellow t shirt ready for the afternoon shift, giving Mel one of her spare sets and a change of underwear from her locker. It was too big for her, but it would do for now. Cindy disappeared back to the restaurant. There were no hard feelings. I'll have to learn to swim! Mel announced, Will one of you teach me? Of course, George and Katie replied together. Kevin laughed, George, teach you to swim? He knows about as much about learning to swim as he knows about teaching Chinese! I may as well speak Chinese, George growled, For all the notice any of you take! Well, said Kevin, It seems that you can choose who you want to teach you! You'd be better off with Katie, I'd say, except Katie will have you in with your best clothes on! No, I'm going to buy a proper costume first, Mel replied firmly. I haven't got one at all. Then I'll ask George if he will give me some swimming lessons! Come along at lunchtime, or at tea time, any day, and you'll have the pool when it's closed Katie suggested. Mel blushed, Thanks, she said. George is on Sunday afternoon. And I'm going to come along too, because I'm going to do a mini Drench the Wench for half an hour by the poolside. Is that alright George? I suppose so, he replied gruffly. You can give me a hand Mel, and then go in the pool at tea time! OK then, Mel agreed readily, And that will give me a chance to buy a real swimming costume first!
They all went their separate ways, and as she returned to work Mel wondered what her four colleagues in the office (who were all ladies and girls) were going to think of her coming back in a lifeguards skirt and yellow t shirt.