Life of a Lifeguard

Being a lifeguard at this waterpark was difficult. But the pay was alright for Lizzy, who was only working here through the summer when she was home from college. Even though it was an indoor waterpark away from the pounding sunshine, it was always hot, sweaty, and sticky. She had been here a few weeks and was far from over the honeymoon phase that a fresh new job could offer. Again; the pay was good and it was difficult to complain about going to work every day in a bathing suit. It was, for sure, a step up from being a bag girl in some supermarket. Even still, wearing a swimsuit all day was also exactly the reason she had some quarrels. For starters, it brought her a lot of unwanted attention from horny high school and college boys. From time to time she even caught the older gentlemen looking her up and down in the corner of her eye. While she understood the appeal of a twenty-two year-old college girl in nothing but a tight red one piece bathing suit, she wished they would lay off a little bit. It was tough to focus on watching her water when she could feel the boys undressing her from the sweaty thin red fabric she called a uniform.

Lizzy sat in the only air conditioned room in the whole facility; First Aid. It was a small room towards the main entrance of the park that served as the central hub of all unfortunate circumstances. Anywhere from being too dizzy from the heat, nauseous from the excessive chlorine, slipped and skinned a knee, a mother missing her child, the list goes on. When tragedy strikes, every guest knows where to go; the white door with the red medical cross on it. This waterpark's First Aid also served a dual purpose of being the breakroom for the tired, overworked teens and young adults who lifeguarded here. There was only ever one lifeguard on break at a time and this was Lizzy's precious half hour. Eventually, she would clip her hip pack full of band aids back around her waist and go to the pool to relieve another lifeguard who would come back here and start the rotation all over again.

She sat at the small circle table checking her phone -- which was locked in her locker collecting texts and tweets and so on while she was on stand the past few hours. Her bare feet were soar, her throat was dry, and a headache was growing. She checked the clock and sighed at the fact that her shift wasn't even halfway over. She placed her phone on the table and closed her eyes, massaging her temples with both hands until the inevitable knock on the door became reality. Lizzy knew it was only a matter of time until some snot nosed kid came in here asking for a cup of water or a band aid or something.

Lizzy rose form her chair and made her way -- in no hurry -- to the door. She put on a fake hospitable face and opened the door to find a boy about her age, maybe younger, standing on the other side with a face that said 'sorry to bother you but I need some help'.

"Hey" Lizzy started smiling (fake hospitable face) "What's up?" She enjoyed her job because she got to speak casually. No 'May I help you, sir?' nonsense.

"H-hey..." The boy was clearly caught off guard to find such an attractive women on the other side of the door. He quickly shook himself out of it and looked Lizzy in the eyes. "Sorry... I cut my knee. Could I just get a band aid or something?"

"Sure. Come on in." Lizzy opened the door all the way and gestured for him to step inside. He complied and was motioned to sit on the wooden bench against the back wall, which he also did without saying a word. Lizzy closed the door behind him to keep the precious cold air in the small space. When she turned to face him she noticed him look away quickly; clearly looking anywhere else but her body now that she was looking. Lizzy rolled her eyes. Of course. Just another horny perverted college boy.

She made her way over to the medical box which was a white metal cabinet hanging on the wall. She unhitched the side clip and swung the door open to sift through the contents. She collected everything she would need: a medium band aid, a gauze patch, and a bottle of anti-bacterial spray.

. . .

Markus sat on the small wooden bench against the back wall of this tiny cool room. With one hand, he picked at the rough skin of his left knee which was cut up pretty bad after falling like an idiot in the park a few minutes ago. The other hand rested strategically over his lap. Not for comfort so much as it was to hide the growing erection in his swim trunks. He tried to get rid of it but it was clear to him that it wasn't going anywhere any time soon. He couldn't help but check out the lifeguard's perfect body. She had her back turned to him as she was fishing through the medical kit on the wall to get the stuff she needed. He leaned back against the wall and took it all in.

Her arms and legs were so bare and so smooth. The only clothes she had on was a red skin-tight one piece bathing suit. Her body filled the suit so perfectly. The thin red fabric clung so nicely to her skin. Markus could tell by the lack of any underwear lines that she was clearly not wearing anything underneath the traditional red uniform; vacant of any kind of sports bra or under armor. She truly only had this one skin tight piece of fabric and that was all.

Markus had lost track of himself staring at this lifeguard's perfectly round ass that he almost didn't react when she spun around holding her necessary tools for the job. He quickly looked away and made sure his arm was resting casually on his lap for safety.

"I'm just gonna spray this stuff on it to clean it first." She started, clearly going off a script she must recite multiple times a day. "It won't hurt much. Just a small sting." Markus nodded as she stepped in front of him sitting on the bench and knelt down on one knee to lower herself closer to his left knee. She was now on about the same level as him, their faces only a foot or two apart. She looked down into her hands and focused on opening the band aid to set aside for later. Meanwhile, Markus couldn't help but notice the perfect view he had of her chest as she bent forward towards him. The red uniform had been on his side as it clung closely to her breasts. He noticed, to his amusement, that the cold air had caused her nipples to point forwards ever so slightly. Markus bite his lower lip without thinking.

. . .

Lizzy had finally gotten the band aid open and placed it neatly on the bench next to the guest. She was hoping this would go quick so she could get back to her break before needing to go back to the pool. She held the bottle of clean spray in her hand now and looked up to tell him not to wiggle while she puts it on. Only when she looked up she caught him staring at her chest pretty obviously. He was very quick to switch his attention to her face as if he were looking there the whole time. But she knew. She had caught him. He wasn't even being clever about it. She was annoyed with this horny perverted college boy who only thought of her as an object. She tried to remain professional and shake it off. It'll be over soon.

"So..." Lizzy started, breaking the now awkward silence. "What's your name?"

"Markus. Nice to meet you... and you're Lizzy, right?" He smiled, shifting his eyes back to her chest but this time to motion at the name tag clipped to her uniform. Lizzy looked down at her name tag then back at him with an annoyed face. Markus's smile disappeared. He was getting nervous.

"That's right. Lizzy. Nice to meet you, Markus." Lying through her teeth. She looked back down to her bottle of spray and squeezed it on his knee. Then she took the gauze and quickly wiped the knee to clean it of blood and pebbles. When she reached for the band aid she looked up to say 'So far so good' -- the next part of her routine script she always said when putting a band aid on anyone. Only when she looked back up she caught him yet again staring at her body. He quickly looked away again, pretending he was slick, and she looked back down to place the band aid on his knee.

She had lost her patience. Enough was enough. She always tried so hard not to open this can of worms. She held her tongue the past few weeks but she had had enough. She looked down to begin cleaning up her various scraps and band aid rappers when she said:

"So... Markus... What are you staring at?" She looked up, raising her eyebrows. She said it in a low voice but with all the attention of a school teacher that caught her student cheating.

. . .

Markus felt his heart drop in his chest. His throat closed up for just a second but knew he had to say something.

"Wh- What? Nothing... I was just..." fumbling with his words

"Like hell you were" She snapped back, dropping her goody two shoes hospitality act.

"I- I... Well I just don't know what you-" Suddenly Lizzy pressed her index finger against his lips as a way to shush him. They locked eyes and Markus noticed she was smirking.

"Oh come on, Markus, You're a terrible liar." She said, sounding cute and flirty. Markus was confused. Was she pissed? She seemed flirtatious. Markus didn't know how to feel. Lizzy took both of her hands and rested them on her chest; one hand on each tit, and started to play with them. Lifting them up and letting them bounces. Markus's jaw dropped open and he mindlessly stared at them as she played with them. "You want to see me naked, don't you?" she licked her lips and winked at him.

Markus was stunned: "Y-... yeah... Hell yeah I do." Dropping his guard and taking her tone as an invitation rather than a trap. Markus was starting to think he had struck gold. Was he about to hook up with this girl in a water park's first aid room? Just then, Lizzy stood up in front of him so now it was her looking down on him. She looked down with her best pair of 'fuck me' eyes and rubbed her body up and down slowly.

"Come on, big boy. Get over here." Lizzy said gesturing with her index finger to stand up and come closer. Markus did so without a moment of thought, but neglected to think about the now full erection in his swim trunks. When he stood, the tent under his shorts pointed straight towards Lizzy who looked down at it with amazement. "Oh my!" She gasped, putting one open hand against her open mouth. "You're already hard." She smiled. Lizzy held both hands out in front of her towards Markus. Markus took both hands and was pulled closer, rubbing his body against hers. He could feel her pointy nipples against him just as she could feel his throbbing cock against her. "You're so hard, baby. You're really enjoying this." Lizzy giggled.

Markus closed his eyes in pleasure as their bodies rubbed together. It was just then when Lizzy placed her hands on both of his shoulders and started to push him down until he fell to his knees in front of her. This caught Markus off guard and confused him.

"Wh-... What's happening? Aren't *you* supposed to be on your knees? Not me?" Markus looked up at her and noticed she was smiling devilishly down at him.

"Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you, baby?" She teased. "You really thought you were going to get a blow job from the pretty lifeguard in the first aid of a water park, huh, sweetie?"

The whole mood had now shifted from pleasure to fear for Markus. She *was* pissed. He knew it. He let his guard down and was now feeling like an idiot.

"Wh-... What do you mean?" Markus croaked.

"Cut the shit, Markus" Lizzy beamed. "I know what you want. You thought you were such a player, didn't you? Treating me like an object. Undressing me with your eyes." Lizzy chuckled and suddenly turned to walk towards her locker, leaving Markus in the middle of the room on his knees, nervous and scared. She fumbled around in her locker when she saw him try to get up in the corner of her eye. "You don't move a muscle, little man. I'm not down with you yet. You're mine now. I'm gonna teach you a lesson about the way you treat women." Those words alone had forced him back on his knees. He was frozen. Lizzy turned and retuned to him holding her cellphone. She opened it up to her camera and started filming a video pointed down at Markus on his knees. "So now you're going to do whatever I tell you to. How does that sound, you pathetic perverted loser. Otherwise, you and I will have to have a little talk with my boss about your sexual harassment, huh?" Lizzy giggled at her phone screen, clearly enjoying her redeeming punishment.

Markus's face was growing nervous and angry. "This is black mail, bitch. Get away from me."

That wiped the smile from Lizzy's face. She lowered her phone and looked him dead in the eye. "You better do what I say, right now, you little perv boy. I mean it. Or else you'll be in a lot of trouble. It's my word over yours here. I'm a good worker. So get the fuck on your knees and get ready for your punishment, you creep."

Markus closed his mouth tight and stared up at Lizzy wondering what on earth she was going to do to him. Just then, she turned towards her locker again, only this time to prop her phone up -- still filming and pointing towards the middle of the room towards Markus. Lizzy turned and stepped back towards Markus (on his knees) and it was understood by both of them that the camera was capturing everything.

Markus gave Lizzy an embarrassed and disgusted face. "Okay fine. I don't wanna get in trouble so go ahead and punish me... but do you really have to film it?" he asked, trying not to show how afraid he was.

"Oh yes, baby. It's very important." Lizzy was walking circles around him while she spoke like a shark circling its pray. "I need to film it so I can show the other girls I work with that I'm not making up stories about the perverted idiot that walked into first aid today and tried to *fuck* me." She was sounding more and more upset by the minute. Markus locked eyes with her and looked desperate.

"Don't you *dare* show this to *anybody*." He insisted with a hint of weakness.

"Shut up, bitch boy. You're my now. Stand up."

Like a dog obeying his master, Markus stood in the middle of the room while Lizzy continued to circle. She eventually stopped behind him and came up close. Giving Markus a hug from behind, her body pressing up against his back and her arms caressing his bare chest playfully. Markus looked down at her adventurous hands as they slowly trickled down his body and towards his swim suit. Lizzy slid her hands over his crotch and started playing with his cock form over the fabric. This caused Markus's mouth to open and his eyes to close.

"Oh, Markus, honey. You're so hard for me." She teased and flirted as she rubbed him. Markus tried his best to resist and deny his attraction but it was no use. He belonged to her now. "Oh, baby, you can't hide anything from me. Don't even try to deny it. You're cock tells me everything I need to know about how you feel. You're just a boy after all, right?" Lizzy stopped rubbing him for just a moment just to walk around to his front where she reached down and continued but this time watched his face. "In fact, speaking of your pathetic little cock." She said, biting her lip seductively and looking down at the tent in his shorts. "I think it's time for me to see it, huh?" giggling. "Or would that be too *embarrassing*, sweetheart?" she teased.

That snapped Markus out of his trance as he opened his eyes and tried to position his hands over his erection. "No! No I don't want to." Was all he could manage to say in his state.

"Ohhhhh" Lizzy said in a degrading baby voice. "Markus is too embarrassed to show me his tiny penis" she giggled. "Well maybe I didn't like it when you undressed me with your eyes, huh?" she lifted an eyebrow accusingly. "Maybe I felt a little gross that you were checking out my ass and tits when I didn't tell you too, huh?" she smiled, biting her lip as she looked back down to his tent, slipping her finger tips into his waistband. "Are ready, baby? Cause I'm about to take your suit off. You'll be completely naked in front of me and my camera. For all my co-workers." she laughed sadistically "Oh no. please don't. It's too humiliating" she impersonated him with a goofy voice.

He clenched his fist with fear, desperate to get out of this terrible situation. "Fine! Fine! I'm sorry!" He yelled. "I'm sorry I undressed you with my eyes. I'm sorry I belittled you. I'm sorry I treated you like an object. I've learned my lesson! Please just let me go..." He pleaded and begged.

Lizzy pulled his shorts down just a little bit - maybe an inch or two. The cold breeze from the air conditioner nipped at the base of his cock and the top of his exposed butt cheeks. "Oh no, Robert, baby. It's too late for that. I really wanna see what you *thought* you were gonna fuck me with. I want to see your tiny little cock." she pushed them down a little bit more slowly exposing little by little, smiling more and more the whole time. "Almost there, Robert." she laugh clearly enjoying herself. "Here it comes. No going back now." She joked and teased, licking her lips and raising her eyebrows in pleasure at his expense.

Markus knew it was coming. He was about to be exposed. Fully naked in front of this stranger. Not to mention all the future viewers of the cellphone recording this whole thing from her locker. He was about to be humiliated and robbed of everything. He was desperate but all he could utter was:

"Lizzy... please.... Please don't. I'll do anything."

"Fuck I love it when you say my name and beg like that." She grinned. With that one last transaction of words, she gave one last good pull to the bottom of his shorts, forcing them to the ground around his ankles. Markus's fully erect cock flinging into sight and standing stiff at attention in front of Lizzy in the middle of this tiny room. Lizzy put both of her open hands over her mouth in shock as she stood back to get a full frontal view of her new slave. "Oh my god, Markus..." She began to erupt in laughter. "You're naked! Fully naked! Right now. In the first aid of a fucking water park." Still covering her mouth playfully with one hand, she began to point at him with the other. She laughed freely and uncontrollably. "Oh my god this must be *so* humiliating, huh?" She continued to tease and belittle. All the while, Markus hung his head in shame and looked down at his naked body. He was humiliated and had never felt so exposed before. She laughed and pointed and continued to berate him. "You pathetic fucking loser, look at you!"

"Please... Please stop this. I learned my lesson" Markus wanted desperately to cover himself from her but knew that it would only make her do something even worse as punishment. He stood there, helpless and let the cellphone record it all.

"Oh my god, Robert." Lizzy laugh. "You really thought *you* were gonna score with *me*" She began to play with her tits some more and let them bounce and shake as a tease that he'll never get a chance to do himself. She moved seductively to tease him as he stood there, humiliated and in the spotlight. "You're such a loser."

Then, without warning, she stepped forward quickly and pushed him backwards, causing him to fall backwards and land on his ass and elbows, legs spread without thinking, on full display in front of Lizzy. Now that Markus wasn't standing with his swim suit around his ankles, Lizzy knelt down and scooped his only clothing up and began to twirl it around in her hands. She smiled and looked down at Markus.

"I bet you want *these* back pretty badly, huh, baby?" She teased, raising one accusatory eye brow.

"Yes... Please. Please, I have nothing else. I need those back." He was terrified and utterly humiliated. She had his only clothing. His only way of walking out of here with an ounce of dignity. He desperately looked around for an alternative to cover himself with but found nothing.

"Are you looking for a towel, honey? Don't worry, they're free. You just have to go pick up as many as you need... at the front desk." She smirked playfully, having a lot of fun with her new toy.