Pool Boy

 

Pool Boy

He always wanted to be a pool boy.  He thought it would be a great way to meet rich housewives left at home in their mansions by rich husbands.  He thought they’d be gorgeous and desperate for pool boy sex.  So when he heard that a pool boy had mysteriously disappeared and the job was available, he applied.  As it turned out, being a pool boy required zero qualifications, which happened to be the exact same number of skills he had.  He was hired on the spot. 

On his first day, they gave him a van full of hoses, pumps, poles and nets, and the addresses of mansions full of lonely rich women.     

That morning he showed up at a fancy mansion to find a fat old lady sunning by the pool like a walrus.  Due to the high turnover rate, she had a different pool boy every day.  She grabbed him and dragged him into the water like a shark in heat.   It was not exactly what he’d hoped for, so he just closed his eyes and went along for the ride.  He got laid and paid, and went on to his next appointment.

The next stop was a bigger mansion with a bigger pool and a fatter housewife.  She was floating in the pool like a white whale, while her husband was jet-sitting around the globe.  She whipped off her thong and invited him to join her.  He stripped and jumped into her blubber.  He closed his eyes and tried to imagine she was the same species as him.   He got laid and paid once again. 

His next appointment was at a pool in a convalescent home.  Wrinkly old ladies doing water aerobics grabbed him, pulled him in, and surrounded him like a school of piranha.  He closed his eyes and they ate him alive.   It wasn’t as bad as he thought.   He got laid and paid again.      

Those encounters prepared him for his last appointment of the day.  He was sent to clean the pool at Sea World.  The next day they announced the mysterious disappearance of another pool boy and an immediate job opening.