Katie's Second Day at Work.

Katie was due to work from one until nine on Tuesday, and her buddy was Kevin. The pool was to be open from two til five and from six til eight thirty. They both said "Hi" as she arrived. Kevin had his long t-shirt on again, over his trunks. Katie went through to get changed. She only had two bikinis, but she put her black one on under her regulation kit and back went into reception. "No hard feelings?" Katie asked Kevin. "Not at all," he reassured her. "You were spot on. We just got what we deserved!" "Have you got it all out of your hair, and the smell?" Katie asked. "I think so," Kevin replied, "I washed my hair again when I got home last night, and again this morning! I think it's OK!" "Sorry about that," Katie apologized, "I shouldn't have rubbed it into your hair!" "Oh don't worry," Kevin laughed, "We had worse planned for you. George had this big funnel thing from the kitchen, and he was going to stick it down your t-shirt and empty all the beans inside!" "Cheeky sod!" Katie snorted, "I know, right down my tits! I bet he'd have had a good look too if he'd had had the chance!" "No hard feelings!" proposed Kevin. "Agreed," said Katie.

"And then I missed seeing going into the pool!" Kevin added. "Did you really go in with your jeans on?" "Yes, it was great!" enthused Katie. "It feels really funny trying to swim, you feel your clothes getting waterlogged, and they really weigh you down. I'm going to do that again!" "That's why we never pushed you in," explained Kevin. "You wanted to jump in from the moment you first arrived, and if we had, you'd have just asked us to push you in again!" "That's right!" agreed Katie. "Not like the student who came here last summer. She was a lazy so and so, she never did a thing. She was on her phone to her boyfriend half the time. After her first shift, she was going out with her boyfriend. She had this smart jacket and skirt on, and when the three of us grabbed her, you should have heard her screaming! "No no, my phone!" he mimicked. "No no, my purse! This is my best outfit. I've had my hair done!" After she'd emptied her pockets she went right in. She was so cross. Her dad came up the next day to complain to the boss. They were going to take them to court, but the boss paid a settlement for her to buy new clothes. That's why he told you about your initiation yesterday. He didn't want another complaint. She only lasted a week afterwards. Lazy so and so. The year before, I wasn't here then, but George told me this girl was terrified of water! When they grabbed her she burst into tears and said she couldn't swim! "No, no please don't, I'm really terrified! she said!" Imagine getting a job here if you hate water! So George scooped her up and carried her down the steps, and he dunked her under. He said he would dunk her under again if she didn't stop snivelling." "You are a mean lot!" Katie replied. "Poor girl, she must have been panicking." "She only lasted a week as well," Kevin replied. "Then they got another lad in. Same thing happened last year."

"I think the pool's lovely!" Katie said. "I'll show you how to clean the handrails and replace the safety grips later," Kevin promised. "You can have a dip doing that! Best to leave it until closing time, though, or you'll be hanging about all day in your wet things!" "I'll do that," beamed Katie.
The afternoon passed quickly. Katie kept herself busy all the time and started washing out the lockers one at a time, polishing and shining the locks. The manager popped in twice, while she was doing this. "That's great, Katie! he said. They haven't been cleaned for ages. I do like your attitude, you're a really good worker." Katie explained that Kevin was going to show her how to clean the handrails and replace the safety grips later on. "You want to get back in the pool, don't you!" he laughed. Katie blushed, "Its' lovely!" she replied.

The evening session was quiet, some regular patrons swam once or twice every day, and Katie was soon greeting them and chatting with them. Closing time came, and Kevin helped her with cashing up. It was nine o clock, and Kevin said they could both leave. "Can I do the rails in the pool first?" asked Katie. "I knew you were going to say that," laughed Kevin. "Come on then!" There was a wide stairway of steps going into the shallow end, with two rails running parallel into the water. They started at the poolside, and the rails descended gradually until they disappeared under the surface. Kevin explained that they were really to help older or disabled bathers. There were several adhesive bands wrapped around the rails, to give a good grip and non-slip tiles on the steps themselves. The rails were wiped with a special antiseptic polish, and the adhesive strips had to be replaced every few days. Kevin showed Katie where all the stores were before he dropped down a couple of the steps started to peel off the old grips. Katie took off her shoes and socks and stepped down onto the first step, where the water washed around her ankles.

"You've got your bikini on, haven't you?" asked Kevin. "Take your skirt off, cos you've got to go right in!" "That's OK!" Katie replied. "I'll just keep it on!" Kevin hitched up his t-shirt and tucked it into the front into his trunks. On the second step the water was halfway up to Katie's knees and on the third step down it swirled around the bottom few inches of her skirt, which floated out from her. The water didn't sink into the skirt, to begin with. She reached forward and removed the last of the grips. They both climbed back out and picked up the rags and polish. The bottom of Katie's skirt was wet in patches, where the water had started to penetrate the material. There was a kaleidoscope of different shades of red, where bits were wet through but other bits looked just damp. Katie splashed happily back down onto the second step. Kevin smiled at her, "Your going to get wet!" he warned her, one final time. "That's OK!" Katie laughed in reply. She picked up her wet hem with one hand, and then let her skirt drop back down again. "This is staying on!" she insisted. Then they started to clean the rails from the top, standing side by side. It only took a minute or two as they leant down towards the deeper water. On the third step, Katie found that she could reach the end of the rail in front of her, holding on with her left hand to prevent herself from falling forward. She polished it vigorously, splashing water over the front of her skirt and up her arm. The bottom half of her skirt was soaking now, and hanging against her thighs.

"The boss thinks you're great!" Kevin remarked. "He was only going to employ lads here, after the last two girls he got, and he didn't want to give you the job to you begin with." "Why not?" asked Katie. "Cos they were lazy so and so's, and he thought a bunch of lads worked better together like mates. But you're great. You're not like a girl at all, you're like working with a mate." Katie drew a deep breath of indignation and put her arms on her sides, letting the dripping cloth in her hand soak into the seam of her t-shirt. She drew her shoulders back and thrust her ample bosom towards Kevin. "Excuse me, but in case you have not noticed, I am a young lady!" She tried to sound cross, but she couldn't stop herself from giggling. "I am not a lad and I am not one of your mates!" Her right hand dropped down into the pool and she sent several waves of water over Kevin, soaking the front of his t-shirt. "That's being stupid Katie!" it was Kevin now who tried to sound cross. "Not as stupid as trying to pour custard down my tits!" Katie laughed as she saw Kevin move to retaliate and she spun quickly around to face the other way. A big splash of water hit her back, and then Kevin did the same again, four times in all. The first wave of water seemed to splash off Katie's t-shirt and the second armful started to turn the yellow material a darker shade. The third splash penetrated right through the cotton and the next left the t-shirt clinging to her back, with little bubbles of air lying under the material. "Oh, that's lovely," Katie squealed. "These t-shirts are rubbish!" remarked Kevin. "It's so thin your bikini straps show right through it. It's just as well I've got my bikini on then," replied Katie, turning back around and looking at Kevin straight in the eyes. Her front above her skirt was still completely dry. She dipped herself down, still holding onto the rail, so the water came over her top, just up to the whole of her bikini and to the top of her sleeves. Kevin looked away as she stood back up, but his eyes returned to her and stayed. Water dribbled off Katie's large round breasts and her t-shirt stuck to her bikini top like a second skin. "You're all wet now!" Kevin mumbled. Katie slid towards him and put her hand on his shoulder. Kevin felt her wet sleeve brush against his arm. She kissed him quickly on the cheek. Then there was a loud coughing sound. It was the manager. "Sorry to interrupt, just checking everything's secure!" he announced. "You two are working late! You can get away now, I think!" Katie looked really embarrassed. Kevin said that he would just be five minutes sticking on new grips. The manager turned back to Kevin and said, "Listen, lad, if you're going to get friendly with Katie, I'd strongly advise you to invest in a pair of flippers and a wetsuit. You'll never be out of the pool!" They all laughed. Katie looked forward to her next day at work.