Chapter 378: Being the Boss

Staff meeting.

“April, sweety, go on over to one of the other pools. Don’t take your suit off unless you need to potty or aren’t going to swim anymore today. Go swimming at the pool in front of my building with Bart, his new girlfriend, Bambi, Tee, and Dee. I’m busy right now, ok,” I told her.

April said, “Bye, Day-id. Tee and Dee want to play with me.”

I went to the side of the pool to tell the women, “Get what used to be your suits, wrap up in a towel, and come back over where everyone else is sitting. None of you tan naked, or you wouldn’t be so dark everywhere except under your suits. We are going to work this out, and then you will relieve the next female lifeguard who did the same thing as you. They are to come here. I will keep the pool closed for now. There are nineteen others.”

Once they managed to get a towel around them, they came back into the break area without giving much of a show.

“I’ve already told you I am an expert on women’s bathing suits. Now I will show that I’m not full of shit like I can see that all of you believe,” I told them. “First, you will drop your towels and put one foot up onto the table and move so I can see everything between your legs, and then I’m going to rub between them until I’m sure you get what you need. Then I’m going to put the correct suit on you.”

One of the other men with raw balls, from wearing the wrong suit size for the last few days, opened the un-labeled jar and handed it to me. I took a big glob of it over to the nearest woman. None of them did what I said, and one was stubborn. She found herself held down on the table with her legs spread as widely as they could go without hurting her. They held her firm as she watched me moving between her legs. Pushing the sides of her mound and big pussy lips to the side, I rubbed the glop over all the raw places between her legs. I put some on her shoulders before she got another coating between her legs.

“Get up and don’t touch between your legs until I get back to you with the right suit for you,” I told the woman, and her hand went right between her legs, causing her to jerk it away because it had burned her, in a manner of speaking. “Look, I’m not a dick, or I don’t think I am. It is my fault because I let you do this to yourself. I thought that you would get the hint and wear the suits you were given. You didn’t, so I am fixing my mistake. Just give me a few more minutes without questioning anything I do, ok?”

The woman looked me in the eyes, which were on the verge of flooding with tears, and said, “Ok.”

I went through to get the glop rubbed between all the women’s legs that had their suits fall apart. I decided to send the guys away to take an extended lunch break. Then I stripped the rest of the women too. I told each the size and style to get from the office. Some boxes weren’t open yet, so they would need to open them.

Back to the first woman, I checked that the glop had done the job. She now had a mixture of artificial skin to heal the raw places quickly and provide cushioning until the spots healed.

She didn’t like me forcing her to do as I told her, but now she is soaked.

I took her towel to dry her pussy juices up before I got the suit for her. She stepped into the leg hole, and I started to pull it up but stopped before her crotch.

“This design has the leg elastic made in a way that holds it perfectly between your legs like you don’t have a crotch in the suit. The inner liner material keeps any unwanted fluids from showing. If you would have worn the one you were given, instead of getting the one you wanted, you would still have what you wanted and not get raw. If you look at the crotch, you will notice the elastic on the outside of the bathing suit has rolled outward until it had almost no material showing,” I told her as the others looked on. “Watch what happens when I pull it into place.”

She didn’t notice what happened when I pulled it into place.

“Now squat down when you piss in the storm drain,” I said and watched her cheeks turn red.

A hand mirror came from somewhere, so I told her to check out her pussy and ass now. When I pulled it up at first, it pushed between her pussy lips with the elastic up against them. The squat caused the elastic to pull out where it belonged. Standing molded the suit to pussy like she wasn’t covered at all. Only the liner kept her from having a cameltoe. It made her ass look amazing too. Best yet, the top is designed to pull up under her tits in a way that lifted and shaped them to show them off.”

“Now run your fingers under the elastic,” I told her as I started to put a suit on the next woman.

She even pulled the crotch over to play with her clit until the pink nubbin was poking out. When she pulled the suit back into place, it was making a softer but prominent appearance.

What tweaked the women most was that those who wanted to show off their pussies, tits, and nipples were doing it to the point that it rode the line of being improper for work. The others showed off their butts, pussy, or tits. Whatever they had said was their best asset. Everywhere else was shifted and shaped to make it look as good as was possible.

The first woman wanted to know how a seventeen-year-old boy with my long dick and ripped body could know anything about a woman’s bathing suit.

“I can go into the details, but you all need to go swap with the other women and send them here,” I told her. “Do you know that they make a size Eighteen-X? How about a twenty-five-X that does as good a job as possible to look flattering? Unfortunately, I do.”

A girl behind me pushed her bare tits up against my back as she hugged me from behind.

She told everyone, “What is the chance that my family stopped at one of the clearance places for underwear and bathing suits on the way to visit my relatives? I guess it was that great of a deal or that I grew an inch taller and half of a bra cup bigger during the two days we had driven so far. Well, it is a smaller world than I believed. The place had this scrawny boy doing an unbelievable job of getting the perfect fit of everything, even bras, without needing to do more than take a peek at a girl or woman’s body. My mom was more shocked about him stripping me than when he had her naked above the waist. He got a bra on her that fit perfectly, and he didn’t use a measuring tape. My mom was annoyed that he got me sport’s bras and tight tanks instead of bras that fit me right. Damn, if he didn’t tell her that she didn’t need to waste her money getting me ones that would be too small before I washed them the first time. He gave me these packs of anime bras and panties he said were real silk. I would know when I needed to start wearing them. They still fit me perfectly today as they did when I woke one morning to find I had to cut off my nightshirt because it was way too small, and it had been loose when I went to bed.”

“Yeah, pull the other one,” one of the women said with a British accent. “We’ve all heard that urban legend. Women and girls came from all over to shop there, and the guy was nowhere around.”

“Well, he isn’t scrawny anymore,” she said, showing me her incredible body as she pulled off her lifeguard bathing suit. “You’ve all been catty about how I have the perfect body, but I don’t. I just know the size and style of swimsuits that David told me to get years ago. Take a look for yourself. I’ve got dumpy tits, a funky shaped, almost flat butt, and not a hint of a bikini bridge. I was worse when he met me. We did go back on the way home, and he wasn’t working there anymore. I don’t know why he would leave that job, even if he had to see hippos naked.”

“They fucked me on my commission. Girls and women were flocking there to get me to fit bras because of the old hags there that couldn’t measure a ruler correctly. On the days when the women didn’t pay return bus fare for the girls to shop there, the enormous women came in to have me find them rejects from the tent and awning companies. Sure, I was only fifteen, but they made me promises, and I held up my end. My paycheck didn’t even cover the gas and oil costs for the days I worked. I told them I quit. They did call my mom to have me come back, but I told them I couldn’t trust them not to do the same to me again. Now I’m running this place. I have no clue what each of you is making these two weeks, but I hope you get paid very well. My kid is too smart for her own good. Now, who is the shift supervisor for the female lifeguards?”

The meekest woman, who looked like a five-foot-eight flat-chested and about eleven years old, said she was the supervisor.

“The female lifeguards have a suit size and type posted on the clipboards in each pool office. I need you to ensure that each woman wears what we assigned to her. We don’t need people noticing raw areas between the women’s legs. I also want you to show these elite snobs that for all their plastic surgery, weird diets, and whatever else, you look amazing with what you have naturally,” I told them. “You don’t know me, but please give me the benefit of the doubt. These women are going to get pissed that their naked bodies aren’t attracting their husband’s eyes, or the eyes of other men, around the pools.”

I went to find April at the pool where Bart, Tee, Dee, and Bambi were playing. April was there and still in her bathing suit but sound asleep on a deck chair. I had nothing else to do, so I ordered something to eat, a few ciders, and hung out by the pool. Bart’s “girlfriend” was being his bodyguard. Every so often, he would take a walk around the side of the bar and return ten to fifteen minutes later. A girl, or something two, would come staggering out from around the other side, looking almost drunk. Sometimes his girlfriend took a walk around the same time as him. They would walk back together. Usually, a girl walked out from around either side horny and wet.

Right after I inhaled my food, I saw Bart’s girlfriend come back from the side of the bar, but without him. She looked pissed and got a pitcher of ice water from the bar before going around the back again. The high-pitched squeals told me there was a group of girls back there. No one came out from there, so I used the place in my head to remove everything between me and where Bart was behind it. I saw nine girls that looked between twelve and sixteen. The younger girls still had plenty of baby fat, so they sat on Bart and his “girlfriend,” holding them down. One girl was using a dildo on Bart’s girlfriend while another did all she could to get Bart hard with her wet pussy. All the older girls tried, without success. I could read his lips as he told them he didn’t want to get hard or have sex with anyone but his resort girlfriend, who was the only one who would get his dick anytime soon. I had myself see everything again. I went to the pool’s bar to get another apple cider.

They never noticed me standing with my back against the rear of the bar as I watched the group.

Once all nine did their best, one of the girls got something she slid down over Bart’s limp cock. It was similar to a cock ring but could be released. She worked blood up into his dick and worked the thing down until he was as hard as she could get him. It was blocking the blood from going back out. All nine tried him now, but only the fifteen and sixteen-year-old girls even got him past their pink pleasure palace gates. The younger ones weren’t virgins, not by a long shot, but they weren’t exactly in the mood to fuck anymore either. That didn’t keep them from trying to smother him or his girlfriend with their pussies.

After pulling the girl off Bart’s dick and holding her up in the air for a few seconds by her hair, I reached down to get the thing off his cock. His dick was turning a bit purple.

“What the fuck?” the girl asked.

One of the female lifeguards, of the four that were now standing back just on the edge of the landscaping with cameras, handed me a bar of soap. It was a bar of that cheap hotel hand soap, but larger. I shoved that in her mouth. I then proceeded to spank her ass as her screams got muffled by it. I spanked all the nine girls, and none of them were going to be able to sit down on their asses for the rest of the day. Six of the nine had put the impressions of their teeth in their very own block of soap.

I then asked Bart, “What do you feel is an appropriate punishment for rape? I would ask about being made to eat pussy, but you chose to do that when you came back here with them.”

“You were only complaining about the dildo,” I told his girlfriend. “I don’t know if you’ve eaten pussy before, but you were going at it like a pro. That doesn’t excuse them holding you down.”

He thought it over, looked at each of them, contemplated some more, and then went to pull the two twelve-year-olds and the thirteen-year-old girl off to the side.

“Hmm. What is fair,” Bart said a bit sarcastically. “Have you, David, tear into their pussies wouldn’t be much of a punishment, and all of them can take it in their ass, eagerly. I’m the same as the staff or servant in their eyes. Telling their parents won’t do any good. Since you are the big man upstairs, you can pretty much do anything you want, even if you are a commoner to them too. Girls can get away with doing things that would get boys killed on the spot. There is video proof, you were a witness, but given that my sister just had your triplets, they can say you would always take my side. Ona isn’t tied to my family in any way, and her word is beyond approach. Except for the three that I moved away from the other girls, I say you send them all to the man upstairs. Dealing with unacceptable behavior, when their parents wouldn’t bother, is his job.”

I watched the one with the dirty mouth open it to say something, and she found her bar of soap pushed back into it as far as I could get it without causing damage or blocking her breathing.

I held the bar in with one hand and the back of her head with the other.

I looked her in the eyes and told her, “Until everything I hear from your mouth sounds a proper young woman, raised in isolation from the world, by nuns, you are eating that bar of soap. Do you understand me? Think very carefully about your next words. I suspect your father would gladly pay to offload his fowl-mouthed, slut, way-past-marrying-age daughter to me to do with as I please.”

Yes, I know those words struck home. Bart is the only male who can knock you up and keep your dad from kicking your ass to the curb. You can play the blame game because he let you be around an outsider boy who is a guest.

Dark suited slabs of beef materialized when I confirmed that what Bart asked was an option. The six were escorted, with bars of soap in the mouths for what came out of them when Ona confirmed Bart was correct. They raped him when he told them repeatedly he didn’t want to screw them. Holding him down indicated their intent. All six got escorted off after I told them the bars of soap stay in their mouths until told they can speak by the man upstairs and no one else.