He had a faint scar that ran under one eye, the cause of which was the source of much speculation at the gym. Yes, he played ball at the gym. Though weak on finesse skills, he played ferocious defense and could be counted on to take down any smaller player like myself that made the mistake of trying to drive to hoop on him. I remembered that he would be arriving to clean the pool sometime that afternoon. "Oh darling I can't." I whimpered to my wife.

"Darling!?!" She asked incredulously. "You refer to me as darling? I'm afraid I am not anything close to your darling anymore. Don't be a fool to underestimate my resolve to expose you if you do not do exactly what it is that I ask of you." My wife held the tape recorder in one hand and snapped a picture of me pathetically standing in a white thong bikini, with a hand held camera in the other. "Out to the pool with you, bitch."

I reluctantly walked out to patio, for once happy about the city regulation that had required me to place a fence around the pool. I was hidden from the view of the neighbors, and in the back of my head I hoped that Jack would some how revert to his old irresponsible ways and not show up to clean the pool as planned.

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Plus I think the spa realise a lot of women do actually make repeat appointments just to see my pecs!

I did have a few favourite clients. A bit hard not too when working in such a close space with a woman’s body.

One of these was a lady called Jen. She was married, and her husband was often away for long periods on business.

Jen used to tell me how much she missed him, and how her body ached to be touched at times.

I often thought she was giving me the eye, as she used to hold my gaze a long time which made me wonder.

During a recent session ,she told me how her hubby had been away for six weeks, and asked me if I ever performed any extra services.

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