Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
But seeing that I have some time on my hands, I discard my robe on a nearby lounger and then gingerly make my way to the shallow end. To be honest, the entire pool is quite shallow because it’s made for frolicking, and not actually doing laps. Gingerly, I step into the water and it’s blessedly warm, almost like a bath. Then, I walk along the ledge inside, being very careful. Despite spending summers at the Jersey Shore, I never quite learned how to swim. It never appealed to me, and to be honest, the ocean downright scares me sometimes.
But this is different because the water is warm and calm, with no waves whatsoever. Relaxing a bit, I make my way into deeper waters and let out a sigh of satisfaction once my body is fully enveloped by the warmth. The liquid feels amazing, and it’s slightly slick and aromatic from the fragrance and essential oils that management adds as an aphrodisiac of sorts. Then again, who am I kidding? People are always making love in the water so the slickness could be from sperm. Quite a few girls have gotten pregnant after interludes at the pool, and it could just be from the virile swimmers doing their thing.
But now, more and more people are climbing into the pool and beginning to frolic merrily. There are a few couples embracing in the deep, and as I watch, one of the girls is pressed up against the tiled wall as her eyes close and mouth opens. A long, low moan hits my ears, and it’s clear she’s being fucked underwater by the huge stud in front of her.
But still, I keep my cool despite the debauchery around me. The water smells a bit like lavender, and my muscles relax and soften. Heck, if I close my eyes, I can pretend that I’m on a boat, swaying gently as I travel across the ocean on a cruise.
But then, somehow, I lose my grip on the pool ledge. My feet slip a bit, and one second, I’m smiling happily in Never-Never Land, and the next, my head’s going under. What the hell? Before I realize what’s happened, I inhale, which of course, only makes things worse because I end up gulping down a mouthful of water. Trying to breathe, I claw frantically at the water around me while trying to inhale again. Oh shit, oh shit! My nose is clogged and I’m drowning! Where’s the air? My limbs flail but it’s useless because I don’t know how to swim and am probably just making it worse.
Help! I want to scream, but of course, all that comes out is a gurgling mouthful of bubbles. Panic seizes my limbs as I splash around more, but this is all underwater so I’m not even sure anyone’s going to notice. Holy cow. Am I going to die?
3
NICO
I lean back in my lounger, my sculpted abs on display. Sure enough, a beautiful young woman comes over, her breasts bare and lush as her ass sways.
“Hi big boy,” she purrs, looking over my bronzed form appreciatively. “Can I get you a drink? A mimosa perhaps?”
I stare at her huge, creamy breasts and my fingers itch. At first, I shake my head but then change my mind as my blue eyes gleam.
“How about a little sip from those tits?”
She giggles and leans forward so that the giant, pink-tipped orbs swing towards me.
“Of course, sir. I’m always happy to oblige.”
My mouth latches onto her right breast, my tongue swirling around the hard nub there. Then, I pull off with an audible pop before turning to her left tit and suckling that gorgeous tip as well. Her nipples are like pebbles and she purrs with pleasure while cradling my head with her hands. But then I pull off, and the woman mewls with disappointment.
“Sorry sweetheart,” I growl. “Tonight’s not the night. But here’s a tip for your trouble,” I add before stashing a hundred dollar bill into the string tie of her bikini bottoms. Appeased, she smiles again and walks away, fluttering her fingers at me.
“Well, just let me know if you want more,” she coos. “My name’s Amber.”
I nod, watching her big ass as it sashays, but I know I won’t be calling her over again. After all, I don’t really need free womanflesh. Of course, I’m a member of Sanctum just like all the other men here, but while most of them joined in order to gain easy access to a wide array of women who are willing and gorgeous, that wasn’t my purpose.
Really, I’m not even sure why I joined to be honest. After all, women throw themselves at me right and left, so finding a sweet female isn’t exactly my issue. But at the same time, I figured why not? Call it peer pressure, if you will. A lot of rich dudes around the city have Sanctum memberships, and management is known to be selective. You can’t just have a bulging bank account. You also need to be reasonably good-looking, with a stellar reputation too. Criminal records and time spent engaged in Ponzi schemes isn’t their thing. As a result, not all men survive the vetting process, and a membership at Sanctum is a prestige thing to some.