Katie's Initiation.

This was the first Monday of Katie's first summer vacation. Her first year at college had passed so quickly. The excitement of her first year of living away from home. The first year of managing her own money, of managing her own time, organising her own studies and deciding upon her own relationships. It had all gone really very well. All her exams were passed and her marks were very good. She was solvent (just) and June's rent was paid. She had a close circle of good friends, but they all had all gone home now for the summer. Katie was bubbly and attractive. She had medium length brown hair, she was well built and she had a good figure. She received attention regularly from young lads, and she was always friendly and inclusive, usually socializing with big groups of both sexes. She had been on a couple of dates, but so far in her life Katie had stopped well short of sharing any sort of intimate relationship. There seemed to be so much time ahead to meet a special person first. Katie had a twelve month tenancy for her flat, so the rent was still due throughout the summer. She decided, therefore, to stay put over the vacation, and to find work in her college city. Then she would really prove her independence.

Katie thought that she had done really well to find a temporary job already. Today was her first day as an attendant at a holiday park swimming pool. It was a short bus ride outside the city boundary. Her job was for five days a week and was due to last for 12 weeks. She had made it clear at her interview that she had no lifesaving qualifications, but the manager had explained that the pool was classed as a hotel facility for residents only, and the law did not require a lifeguard. The job of the staff was to take cash, keep the changing area clean and see that order was maintained. Katie had attended a two-hour induction the day before. She was introduced to the attendant on duty that afternoon, a quiet lad of about her age called Kevin. He was barefoot and wore the regulation t-shirt, which reached halfway down to his knees! Katie thought he must have his trunks on too! She was shown how to use the cash machine and issue tickets. She was given instruction on using disinfectant cleaner and keeping the poolside and cubicles fresh. She was shown how to monitor users and keep to safe numbers in the pool. She was issued with her kit to wear, six yellow t-shirts and six knee length red skirts, all still in their polythene wrappers. Katie had opted for skirts in preference to wearing shorts all day at work. She was to use her own trainers and socks. She had brought her swimsuit with her to the induction, so she decided to try on her outfit. It all fitted well and she felt very smart. She had chosen the largest size of t-shirt, which was loose over her shoulders and chest, but as it was very warm in the pool area she felt cool and comfortable wearing it. The material was thin and Katie was conscious of her dark blue bikini straps showing through it, just ever so slightly. She made a note in her mind to wear a swimsuit at work, like Kevin, because if she ever had to enter the pool, then her t-shirt was likely to become very revealing! She liked her skirt, it felt very feminine, it had wide pleats and looked like a skirt for playing tennis. The pool was quiet at the end of Sunday afternoon, with only a couple of bathers left as closing time approached. It looked so enticing that Katie wanted to just jump in! She joined Kevin as he walked around the pool. "Do you ever have to in?" she asked him. "Not really," Kevin replied, "Except when we clean and polish the handrails, about once a week. I just wear my trunks usually cos it's so warm!" "I'd love to go in," Katie confessed. "Well, you can be the next one to clean the handrails!" Kevin said.

Finally, at the end of the induction, the manager gave her a quiet warning. There were three other attendants employed, all young men. Katie would be on duty together with one of them all the time, during her first week. These colleagues had a tradition of initiating new attendants. They would invite her to finish early on her first day, and when she was changed and ready to go home they would throw her into the pool, fully clothed! Katie laughed at this and said that she did not mind at all. She would come prepared and she thanked the manager for the warning. He said it was all good natured fun. Katie quite liked the thought of being picked up by three young men and thrown in the water! She wondered what it would feel like when she climbed out, with her clothes wet through! She decided that she would wear her jeans and a top. She was quite looking forward to her initiation!

Katie worked hard all that first day and did her best to demonstrate that she was keen. She shared the shift with George, the senior attendant. He was a bit older, he was about 25. Anytime the cash desk was quiet she cleaned and swept the changing area. When the pool got busier she kept a check on the numbers. She walked slowly around the pool several times an hour and blew her whistle when she saw running or pushing. She didn't take her full lunch hour but just sat outside in the sunshine long enough just to eat her sandwiches. As the afternoon progressed, Katie kept thinking about her initiation. She had come to work today well prepared, she had a spare pair of jeans and a sweatshirt in her bag. She was wearing her blue bikini under her t-shirt and skirt, and she had a change of underwear and socks for afterwards. She didn't mind the young lads having their fun! She was due to work from nine until five that day, and then the pool was due to close until six when another attendant ran the evening session.
So Katie pretended to have no idea why George placed a sign at reception, midway through the afternoon, stating that the pool would close at 4:30 pm that day. For "staff training" the sign said! Katie thought that was very funny. The "staff training" was going to consist of her going into the pool in her jeans and sweatshirt! She would remember to keep her bikini on too, when she got changed to go home!

Just after four, the Kevin and the other attendant arrived. Kevin was on duty anyway, that evening. The other attendant said that he had come for the training session! Katie pretended not to know what was going to happen to her. Then the manager arrived and took Katie through the end of shift cashing up the process. This took about half an hour. As he left, Kate overheard him as he spoke to the three male attendants, "Behave yourselves, lads." he told them. "She's just a young girl and I don't want her upset." Katie didn't think that she was going to get upset by going into the pool, even with her clothes on!

The entrance was locked. It was just after 4:30. Katie walked out of the reception area. The three others had all changed into their trunks and they had yellow t-shirts on too. Katie giggled. "Is there anything else I've to do today?" she asked, laughing, and looking at the pool. The three lads were laughing too. "I've got dry clothes!" Katie laughed. "I don't mind going in!" George took her gently by the hand. "That's good," he said, "But we've got a better idea than that!" He led Katie over to the shower area. "Will I get changed?" she asked. "I brought dry jeans and a top and my bikini!" The three lads looked at her approvingly. "No, you'll be just fine as you are!" George replied.

The showers were behind a dividing wall, just out of sight of the pool. Katie willingly followed her companions, wondering what was going to happen to her. She immediately saw a white plastic seat, under the showers. Beside the seat, there was a large foam mat on the floor, which was used in the pool as a raft for the children. Katie did not know what its' purpose was here, but she thought perhaps she was going to have a cold shower before she went in the pool! She thought it was quite fun. She was guided towards the seat and Katie sat down. Then she was handed a pair of swimming goggles. She put them on, finding that the glass had been covered over completely with and black paint, and with the goggles on she could see nothing at all. Katie felt strong hands uniting her trainers. "Hey!" she said sharply, "You're not undressing me! I will object to that!" George reassured her, "It's OK," he replied, "Just your shoes and socks! You'll not want your shoes and socks on for now!" Katie wondered why.

"Now then," George continued as if making a little speech, "In order to welcome our new colleague, Katie, we have a series of three challenges for you, Katie. If you get them right, one of us will pay a forfeit!! If you get any of them wrong, I'm afraid that you will pay a forfeit!" Katie wondered what the forfeit was going to be. "Am I going to get wet?" she asked. The three lads all laughed, "Probably!" they replied. Katie joined in the laughter. She didn't mind whatever the forfeit was, because she had her bikini on under her kit, and she had dry clothes to change into later. "Now for the first challenge!" George announced. "There are three buckets! You must put both hands right into each bucket, and guess what it is! If you are wrong, the bucket gets emptied over you! If you guess right, you get to empty it over us!" Katie laughed, "You've gone to a lot of trouble over this! OK then, you can cover me with whatever it is!" The attendants were all laughing, "It was no trouble, just out of date stuff from the kitchen!" "Urgh, that's horrible!" Katie replied, "But you've just given me a good clue! I hope it all washes off!" "Well you wanted to get wet anyway, so you'll soon find out!" they joked.

A bucket was placed on Katie's knees, she thought it felt heavy. An attendant held it steady. Katie put her right hand inside, and she lowered it gingerly into a cold, thick wetness. The smell was distinctive. She thrust both hands in, as instructed, and ran the sauce through her fingers. She felt the little shapes in the sauce. "Easy!" Katie shouted. "Baked beans!" "That's right! First bucket to Katie!"

Katie laughed. She was enjoying this! The second bucket replaced the first on her knees. Katie put both her hands straight in and stirred the cold, runny substance. The smell this produced was her next best clue. "Custard!" she shouted. "This is too easy!" the attendants grumbled. "Two buckets to Katie!" "You basically told me it was food!" Katie laughed. "That's a good clue!" Bucket three was more difficult. "It's like ice cream!" Katie mused. "But there are different flavours, different smells! I know, smoothies!" The three attendants all looked at each other, "Has someone told you the answers?" one growled. "No!" shouted Katie. "Now, three buckets, three lads and three forfeits please!"

The senior attendant carefully removed Katie's goggles. The three lads had stripped off their t-shirts and all stood barefoot in just skimpy trunks. Katie gasped at this unexpected display of masculinity right in front of her. "Wow," she said. "Can we do this every day?" The lads obediently knelt down on the mat. Katie started tipping beans from the first bucket into their hair, one by one. She rubbed the sauce playfully into their scalps, as if it was shampoo, using more on those with longer hair. Red globules were soon dripping off all three heads and onto their shoulders. Katie felt excited. She'd better get the next two challenges right because she could expect no mercy to be shown to her now if she had to pay a forfeit! She emptied the remains of the beans over one lad's shoulders and then did the same with the custard and fruit drink over the other two in turn. She watched the various substances dribble over their trunks as they stood up, and she noticed the smoothie especially soaking in.

"Challenge number two!" George shouted. Katie put the goggles on again. "Challenge number two is called, guess the trunks!" George said. "The three of us will stand in front of you in turn, you can touch us, and you have got to guess which one of us it is!" "Alright," Katie replied. She thought this should be easy too because all she really had to do was to remember which of them was covered in what! The first attended stood in front of the chair. Katie reached up quite high because she didn't want to grab his private parts! She felt his back. The feel of the custard was unmistakable. She ran her hand up his back and filled her palm with the custard which was sticking to him. She felt for the back of his trunks with her other hand and slapped the custard over his bum while announcing his name. The second one was covered in beans. She knew it was George. Katie stood up and ran both her hands through his hair and around his shoulders, to scoop up as many beans and sauce as she could. She was starting to feel really sexy. Then she wiped both her hands down the sides of his trunks, just missing his crotch. Two out of two. Kevin sounded really nervous now, and Katie correctly guessed his name without touching him. The forfeit was cornflakes and milk! Katie scattered a box of corn flakes carefully over them all, trying to get as much as possible to stick to them. The rest fell onto the mat. She poured milk into their hair and paused, before emptying the milk carefully over each of their trunks, both down the back and down the front, one by one. "I'm enjoying this!" said Katie. The milk seemed to curdle with the red sauce in their hair, and it made a horrible mess.

The third challenge was three questions about the terms and conditions for pool users! These were on the wall at the back of the reception area, in small print. The three attendants had seriously underestimated Katie, because she had read these carefully before her interview, and she knew them all off by heart. She answered all the questions correctly, without hesitation. The third forfeit was press ups and sit ups on the mat, which was of course by now covered with all the substances. Katie made sure all three lads, in turn, got right down on their tummies, and she giggled as the corn flakes crunched under them. She turned on one of the showers, which was freezing cold, and swilled out the buckets, one by one, pouring the contents over each of the lads in turn. The floor was awash with cold water, mixed with beans and mess. Katie began sweeping it clean, as she had been doing all day. Her feet were wet, but her kit was all spotlessly dry and clean. "Well I think that my initiation went very well," she said, grinning at the three shivering attendants. Their hair was matted and red, and coloured water dribbled from their trunks. Katie playfully flicked up her skirt, "Look how clean I am!" she smirked.

"We're all going to have a shower," George told Katie. "We'll finish cleaning up! You can just go if want!" Katie couldn't help laughing again. "Well, she said, "You have all really got your just deserts! That would have been me, wouldn't it, trying to wash beans out of my hair for days and stinking of milk! So it serves you all right. Now you didn't realise, I was really wanting you to put me in the pool! I'd love to learn lifesaving, and I'd love to see how it feels trying to swim in my clothes. I brought a change of jeans and a dry top, really hoping I was going to get pushed in!" The three lads all looked very crestfallen. "Can I put my jeans and top on now, and go in the pool?" Katie asked. "It's only ten past five." There was a strong smell of shampoo now, and hot steam filled the air. "Yes of course!" George agreed. "Carry on! We need to get clean first!"

Katie disappeared into the changing area and slipped out of her skirt and t-shirt. She pulled her tight jeans over her bikini bottoms, and she pulled a thick light grey long sleeved sweatshirt over her top. She returned to the pool. There was even hotter steamy air hanging over the showers. "Are you all decent?" she called out. The lads replied that they were and Katie entered the shower area again. She saw three mops of hair covered with thick foamy suds and three pairs of hands rubbing over three wet bodies. Best of all were three shiny pairs of trunks clinging tightly to three young male bottoms. "Wow," Katie exclaimed, "Does anyone want their back scrubbed?" There was some raucous laughter the third lad replied, "I need help washing my trunks!" Katie shared a flirty smile in reply, "I'll keep that in mind!" she said. "Nice jeans!" the lad complimented her. "I'm going to get these wet now!" Katie promised. "See you in a minute!"

Katie walked slowly back around the pool. The water was completely flat and still. It looked so warm and inviting and she'd wanted to go in all day. She climbed down the four steps, the water came up to her waist. She felt it soak through her jeans, it felt really exciting. She slid forward into the water, swimming two or three gentle breaststrokes before finding her feet again. She stayed down in the water, up to her shoulders, for several seconds before standing up. Water cascaded off her sweatshirt, which felt so heavy as it clung tightly to her skin, pressing into her boobs. The material had turned a dark sodden grey. Katie swam across from one side to the other. Her clothes felt really heavy and she had to push hard with her strokes to keep herself afloat. It felt so good swimming like this, so much more fun than with just her bikini! She dipped her head right under, sweeping back her wet hair before carrying on swimming more widths.

"Are you alright?" a friendly voice asked. It was the manager. "Yes, thanks!" Katie replied. "I'd love to learn lifesaving and I just wanted to see how it feels swimming in my clothes!" She climbed up the steps, water poured out of her top and her jeans glistened brightly as they stuck to her legs, even more tightly than they had when they were still dry. The manager laughed, "Oh," he said, "I thought that this was your initiation! Where are the others?" Katie smiled, "They couldn't come!" she laughed, "They all had to stay in to wash their hair!" The manager went over to the showers. Everything was clean and tidy now, but he soon got a clear idea about what had been going on. The kitchen supervisor had got wind of the plan when dozens of containers of out of date food were removed. The manager had decided to let matters run. Katie seemed to be able to look after herself and these things helped staff to bond and work well together. He did feel a bit sorry for her if she was going to get covered in beans and custard, but new waiters and waitresses suffered much worse from the kitchen staff! Their tradition was to dunk newcomers in the giant washing up sink, and there were no showers there or proper places to change afterwards, over in the restaurant. Dozens of young girls, over the years, had been put in the sink after their first shift, always in their flimsy white blouses and skirts. The cooks always made sure that each one was thoroughly soaked, and the waitresses' blouses were then completely see through. If she was lucky, a girl might have received a tip-off from an older member of staff and might have had a chance to bring spare clothes, or even to wear a vest under her blouse, to save her embarrassment. But most times the victim was totally unaware of their fate until they were carried to sink and lifted in. The cooks and porters all took a good look at the wet girl's body, her soaked bra being completely visible while she climbed out. This performance would be repeated every night this week because half a dozen new waitresses were due to start temporary jobs over the summer. He would keep an eye on things. But it was clear that Katie's initiation here had not gone at all to plan, and instead of her getting messy it was the three others who were desperately scrubbing their hair under the showers and trying to get rid of the smell of food!

The manager returned to the pool, where a grinning Katie was squeezing water from the hem of her sweatshirt. "You're a smart girl, Katie, well done! I think you will do very well here over the summer!" he complimented her. "Can I practice swimming in my clothes again?" Katie asked. "Of course, anytime you like!" the manager replied. Katie thanked him and went off to get changed.