The Pool Man - Sex Stories

The Pool Man

I remember that summer very well. I had just graduated college with a degree in Business Management and was looking for work, but work was scarce at the time and there wasn't much available. So here I was, fresh out of college, with a mountain of student debt, no job, and no prospects. I was in a bind. I was just about ready to go find a piece of cardboard and write myself a "Broke - Please Help" sign and start panhandling, when I saw a help wanted sign in a little café. I went in and inquired about the job. It was a dishwasher position, and it didn't pay all that well, but it was money, so I applied and was hired for the job. The restaurant manager, himself a college graduate who had been in similar shoes as mine, told me that if I needed a place to stay, there was a back room with a cot that I could use till I got on my feet. Gratefully I accepted - it beat sleeping under a bridge or on a park bench someplace! With the job and the back room I could at least meet my immediate needs if not pay any of my debt back just yet. I began working and I worked hard - I never realized how many dishes a restaurant goes through in a single day! By the end of every day I was beat. My back ached, my feet ached, it was a tough job but at least I was working till something better came along. That something better would come along about two months after I started working for the restaurant. One of the waitresses, Tamara, said her brother had a pool cleaning business and one of his partners ...

... had quit leaving him shorthanded. She asked me if I wanted to make some money on my days off. She told me that cleaning pools was easy work compared to washing dishes and the job paid pretty good if I could hustle. I agreed to talk to her brother about it on my next day off. That next Tuesday I went and talked with him and learned what was required. It did sound like some easy money, so I agreed to start working for him. He showed me what I needed to know and how to clean a swimming pool properly. After two days of training, he let me loose to work on my own. He would work five days a week leaving me the company van on Tuesdays and Wednesdays, my days off from the restaurant, to work those days. The first week I did four pools which was a fair two days work - not super good, but respectable. I was able to use the van after work to do some shopping for myself as well. The following week is when things really took an interesting turn... Mrs. Franklin always thought she was so much better than everyone else. The "airs" she adopted when in the restaurant were apparently becoming more than Tamara could handle. She would nitpick at the tiniest detail - a water spot on the silverware, the fact that her napkin had a crease in it, the soup was too hot (or too cold) or her crackers were broken. Anything to criticize and berate the service. Mrs. Franklin was one of those super vain types who always felt she needed something done - a Botox injection for this wrinkle a tummy tuck for an ...