From: saibaba@mailandnews.com (Sai Baba)
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Subject: ASSC: AFTSD - Pool Boy
Date: 2 Dec 2003 15:31:22 -0800
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Sam asked me the other day to "post something good for him" for this
AFTSD.

I figured I should. After all, Sam doesn't get to celebrate the big
4-0 every day.

Happy birthday, Sam.

Enjoy.


"Hey buddy, I haven't seen you here in a while, how you been???", the
bartender grinned wide and extended his hand my way. "Shiner okay?"

"Sure is", I grinned while shaking his hand. "I've been busy last
couple of months... how's business?"

"It's okay, about the same when you've been here last time", he winked
at me while handing me my drink. I smiled, gave him money, and took a
swig from the bottle.

Sometimes, I feel like a schmuk. Been sitting at his bar couple of
times a week for several months straight, and all I remember about
this guy is that he doesn't hear well on his left ear, so sometimes I
had to wave at him to get his attention. Oh, well. I don't come to
this place to chat up middle age bartenders with thick mustaches,
that's for sure. I swung in my chair and turned my back to the bar
just in time to see a tall, voluptuous blonde charging at me while
waving her hands in the air.

"Heeeeyyyy, Saiiiiii where have you been!!! You know Sai, you gotta
learn to speak up while leaving a voice mail. How do you expect me to
call you back when you mumble-mumble-mumble your number? I am not a
mind reader, you know?"

I mumbled something or other while frantically trying to remember who
the hell was this woman, why she knows me when she obviously is not my
type, what we did last time she saw me, and how much I paid for it.
Don't get me wrong, she was quite attractive: about 5'10'' barefoot,
blonde, with extremely well done fake D cups and wide hips that were
quite proportional to her height. It's just that I usually go for
cute, petite brunettes – preferably wearing plaid skirts - and she was
wide off target on that one, for sure. She sensed my uneasiness,
smiled even wider and yelled even louder: "Don't tell me you don't
remember my name, you dodo!" while playfully slapping my arm with her
purse. "It's..."

"... Lynn!" 

"Yes, it's Lynn! You DO remember me!"

Whew. It all slowly started coming back to me. I met Lynn the very
last time I've been to this place, about a couple of months ago. It
was on a lazy Saturday afternoon while sitting at this bar, where we
kept downing Patrons like it was going out of style while telling each
other bad jokes. When Enron went down a few months earlier so did
Lynn's job, and being a single mom and no other immediate job
prospects, she started dancing only a few days before we had met.
Getting naked for strangers for the first time in her 30-something
years wasn't exactly an easy transition for her. So instead of working
the crowd sitting at tables, she'd strike up conversation while
sitting at the bar, just like she would in real life.

From the first couple of shots we downed, she treated me like a guy
she met at some singles bar who she wants to take home and fuck his
brains out. We made out shamelessly in front of this very same
bartender for 2 hours straight before I practically begged her to take
me to lap booths. Once inside, her stripper inexperience was painfully
clear; she wanted to just make out like we did at the bar; in my
drunken mind, the only appropriate cure for my blue balls and the
2-hour tease would have to be a mindblowing BJ – no spitting,
thankyouverymuch - while maintaining the eye contact all the way. It
wasn't happening that day however; all I got was a lukewarm HJ, and I
even had to put the finishing touch on myself. Phew. At least, if I
remembered correctly, I had a presence of mind not to overpay for it.
But I couldn't remember getting her number, much less calling her. Why
would I? I was pretty pissed off at the way it all ended back in the
booths, I remember that much very clear.

"Hey Sai, the pool is open today, let's go outside", Lynn said, took
me by my hand, and lead me toward the back door. It was quite pleasant
outside on that afternoon in early May. Not too humid, not too hot, it
felt just right to sit by the pool and have a drink or two. When we
got out, there were already two girls with a customer at table closest
to the door. One of them was topless, sitting in the customer's lap
facing away, giving him a mock lap dance while giggling and joking
with him. Lynn yelled "atta girl" at her, and she waved at us. I
remembered the lap girl pretty well. Tiffany was a petite, athletic
blonde with fake boobs with a bit of a trailer park strike in her,
whose claim to fame was doing backflops on main stage, even in four
inch high heels. She was a firecracker who also liked to drink a lot,
and I heard that during her drunken stupor, she beat up another
drunken dancer over some customer, and had the poor woman fired as
well. A delicate flower, that one. I made a mental note not to piss
her off should we happen to cross paths in the future.

Lynn and I sat at the table in the corner, the waitress came to take
our order, and Lynn excused herself to the dressing room. "I wanna
change to my swimsuit, I am gonna take a dip in the pool. Keep an eye
on my drink, okay?". As she passed by the table where the threesome
was sitting, Lynn exchanged a few jokes with Tiffany. Tiffany saw me
giving my credit card to the waitress, and made a beeline to my table.
"Is Lynn your girl? She's so hot! You have a credit card tab open? For
$200, I'd play with your girl right here in the pool!" Yeah, I am sure
you would. "I think I'll pass, but thanks for the offer, baby". I sat
in my chair waiting for Lynn to come back, thinking how easily dancers
mistake me for somebody who just fell off the turnip truck these days.
Sigh.

Lynn came back just as our drinks arrived, took a sip and headed
straight to the pool. Tiffany smiled at me and jumped in the pool.
Lynn was floating on her back as Tiffany walked over to her. She stood
next to Lynn for a second, turned to me, winked, and in one smooth
move pushed her hands underneath Lynn, lifted her body up a few
inches, and buried her face in Lynn's boobs. Lynn started giggling.
Okay, I gotta see this. I walked over to the pool, took my shoes off,
hiked up my pants, dipped my feet in the water and set by the edge of
the pool. Tiffany walked over to me with Lynn still giggling in her
arms. I leaned over and untied Lynn's top. She looked at me and
giggled some more. Tiffany, without missing a beat, moved the hand
that was holding Lynn's butt a bit, and started massaging Lynn's pussy
with her thumb. "Oh, no", Lynn giggled. "No, stop. Tee hee hee. Aaaa
haaa haaa." That didn't sound very convincing, so Tiffany moved her
hand even more until it was completely wedged between Lynn's thighs
with her thumb on top of Lynn's clit. Then she flipped Lynn's body
sideways until they were facing each other, lifted her butt up and out
of the water, and stepped closer to me. I am a big boy. I know what to
do when I see a juicy round ass in full glory offering itself to me on
a silver plate. SLAP SLAP SLAP. "Ouch!" Lynn yelped. "Atta boy, slap
that ass!" Tiffany yelled on top of her lungs. In all that commotion,
Tiffany lost her grip on Lynn's body and Lynn slipped out of her arms
and disappeared under the water. When she resurfaced, she was red in
her face. "Okay, time out!" she exclaimed and went to the opposite
side of the pool.

Then, the door to the club opened, and out came a customer with two
dancers. I remembered one of the dancers. Her name was Destiny; she
was a short brunette with wide hips and pretty obvious boob job who
had a younger sister working the same shift who always danced to
techno music. The customer was an older guy with gray beard, wearing
shorts and knee-high tube socks and sneakers. Destiny and her friend
took their tops off and jumped into the pool, and Tiffany swam over
next to them. They all went over to the side of the pool opposite from
the entrance to the club. The gals weren't doing much at first, so I
contemplated going over to the far corner of the pool where Lynn was,
when all of a sudden Tiffany grabbed the edge of the pool with her
fingers, and placed her feet against the pool's wall, like she was
getting ready to launch herself out toward the center of the pool.
Only, she wasn't going anywhere, she just held in that position,
moving her hips slightly up and down. Destiny assumed the same
position a few feet away, and the customer laid flat on his stomach by
the pool a few feet away, watching what those two were doing with
great interest. I got up and walked closer to them and… Oh. My. God.
Tiffany and Destiny were riding jet pool streams, trying to get
themselves off! Oh, this is getting gooood.

I set down next to Destiny and dipped my feet into the pool. Her eyes
were closed while her hips were slowly moving up and down. The
customer was grinning like a Cheshire cat watching Tiffany and her,
but otherwise wasn't doing much. Destiny opened her eyes and smiled at
me. Her nipples were hard. Being the gentleman that I am, I had to
help this poor girl out. "May I give you a hand ma'am", I asked in
mockingly gentlemanly voice. "Suurrre", Destiny purred. I leaned over
and started massaging her boobs. Her nipples perked up some more and
she flung her head back. "MMmmmm... that's goooood". I kept massaging
her boobs some more then started pinching her nipples. "Oh,
yessss!!!".  I couldn't reach all the way down to get to the goodies
without jumping into the pool, so I grabbed her hair by the back of
her skull with my left hand and pulled at the roots. "Mmmmuuuhhhh".
Destiny purred and ahhhed and mmmmuhed like that for a while, riding
the jet stream while I was playing with her, then let go off the pool
wall and dived down. Her face was rosy-red when she surfaced, and was
all smiles. "That was fun!" Oh, yeah. It. Was. Fun. For. Me. Too.

The girls left the pool, dried themselves off and went back inside to
change, and their customers followed. I moved to where Lynn was, at
the side of the pool that has wide, shallow steps leading to the
center of the pool. Lynn lay down on the stairs so that only half of
her body was in the pool, and I set on the stair above her with my
feet in the water, with her torso leaning on my chest and stomach. Two
teenage looking strippers came outside and sat on the opposite side of
the pool from us, soaking their feet in the water. Lynn and I started
to full around. I played with her boobs and her nipples while the
girls kept looking on. They whispered to each other and Lynn grabbed
one of those oversized floating pillows and pulled it on top of her
body, so the two can't see what's going on. I reached down, moved her
bottom aside and started playing with her clit. She grabbed my shin
and buried her fingernails in it. She liked, alright. I started slowly
fingering her. She closed her eyes, moaned and let the floating pillow
go. It drifted away, and the two girls could now clearly see what we
were doing. They got up, and started walking toward the club. Lynn
opened her eyes, saw the girls leaving and told me to stop. "You'll
get me in trouble, let's get out of the pool". Okay. We got up, dried
off, Lynn put her dress on, and we went back to our table to finish
our, by now, very warm drinks.

The waitress soon showed up, and we ordered another round of drinks. A
guy came outside alone, stumbling along the way while stuttering on
his cell phone. He went all the way to the far corner opposite from
us, lay down in the recliner chair and kept babbling on the phone. He
was obviously drunk, and by the time the waitress got us our drinks he
stopped yakking and was just quietly dozing off. It was just Lynn and
I outside, with a drunken fool sleeping like a log in the far corner
away from us. Lynn got frisky and we started fooling around again. She
hiked up her dress, straddled my lap and started kissing me. I moved
my hand underneath her dress and played with her clit for a while. She
was moaning and biting my neck when I moved her bottom aside and
started fingering her. Down came the zipper on my pants and my dick
was in her hand. As we were both getting into it, I stopped, and
slowly started pushing her off of my lap.


Lynn looked at me with a puzzled look in her face, crouched between my
legs. I smiled, placed my hand on her neck and gently pushed downward.
She knelt down. The moment of truth. "Oh no, you don't!", Lynn gasped.
Oh yes, I do. "No, Sai, we're gonna get in trouble!" "Come on, Lynn,
we're alone". "Somebody may step outside and see us!" "Nobody is gonna
see us if you hurry up!". She reluctantly moved her head down and
closer to my dick, gave it a few light kisses, licked the head with
her tongue then.. stopped. She paused for a few moments and finally
started sucking. No more Ms Big Tease. Thank you Lord, thank you,
thank you.

Lynn's BJ wasn't the greatest one I ever had. It wasn't the worst one
either. For sure it was the most anticipated one I had in recent
years, and when the entrance door to the club swung open not even a
minute into it, her BJ by the pool came dangerously close to becoming
the most untimely one I have ever had. It was our waitress who stepped
out to check on us. When she saw Lynn on her knees doing her Lewinsky
number on me, she took a sharp left turn, walked the length of the
pool, then made a sharp right turn for another length of the pool,
until she finally got to the drunk dude sleeping in the recliner
chair. "Hey Mister! Mister! You can't sleep in here! You hear me! Wake
up! It's against the law to sleep by the pool! Hey Mister, you have to
get up now!!!"

By the time Mister Drunk stumbled back into the club, and by the time
our waitress slooooowly made her way over to our table, Lynn and I
were decent again. A bit red in face and quite disheveled, but fully
dressed with all vital organs tucked safely under our clothes. Our
waitress giggled. "That guy had a tab open with me and then
disappeared, so I had to hunt him down and close his tab before I
check out for the day. Besides, I couldn't let him stay out and sleep
the pool, it's against the law". Luckily for me, getting a BJ by the
pool apparently isn't. God Bless Houston.

It was getting dark, so Lynn and I moved back inside, sat near stage 2
and ordered one last round from our waitress before closing the tab.
While we were sipping our drinks, Destiny took the stage next to us.
She got up, looked around, saw me, pointed her finger at me and
yelled. "I remember you! Orgasm by the pool!" I stood up, and bowed in
all four directions. "At your service, ma'am!" The guys at the table
next to mine applauded. "Your reputation gets around, huh?", Lynn
giggled. Ah, to be king for a day.

As I was closing the tab, I grabbed a pen and a few napkins and Lynn
and I exchanged numbers. No more mumbling voicemails for me. "How much
do I owe you, baby?". "Oh, I don't know... I really don't... $60
perhaps?" "Here, have one hundred". "No, that's too much, we didn't
have any laps tonight". Sweet girl. A couple of hours of fooling
around by the pool, she almost got busted and all she wants is $60? I
just couldn't take advantage of her. "No, take $100. I had loads of
fun". "Oh boy, you can say that again", she smiled with a glee in her
eye.

She walked me out to the front door, we kissed goodbye, and I walked
into the parking lot. It was already dark outside, the club was lit
like a Christmas tree, and the parking lot was getting full. I pulled
out of the parking lot, made a right turn toward the highway and
glanced into the rearview mirror. semaJ tS. There ain't no place quite
like it.

Sai Baba