WET [Part 7 - Linen Closet With Pete]

My summer at the adults-only water park…

“Okay, so apparently Mara wants the big bath sheets folded in thirds, then in half,” Pete said, holding up a fluffy, oversized towel, demonstrating what he meant. “And the hand towels go in the stack underneath. I don’t know why she’s changed it but whatever.”

“Got it,” I said, grabbing a towel from the cart. The linen closet was narrow, forcing us to work shoulder-to-shoulder, and we continued in silence for a few minutes, the soft thwump of the towels underscoring my reminiscing of the previous evening’s escapades; standing with my breasts and pussy on display for those women…

I didn’t even get the money.

I should tell him, I thought as I folded another towel. Not only because we confided in each other, but also because I always enjoyed the way his ears went crimson when we spoke about how horny everyone at the resort seemed to be. I opened my mouth to speak and then stopped.

Maybe telling him wouldn’t be a naughty tease. Maybe it would his image of me instead, revealing that I’d succumbed to the horniness of the resort, just like everyone else.

That I was becoming a slut.

“Shit,” he muttered, fumbling a bath sheet. It slipped from his grasp, tumbling toward the floor between us. We both reached for it at the same time and our fingers touched.

“Whoops,” I said, meeting his eyes, holding his gaze for a beat. “Sorry.”

“No, it’s cool, don’t worry,” he mumbled, taking the towel and folding it. “I got it.”

“Cool,” I said, turning back to my own stack. But even as I did so, the word slut echoed in the quiet of my mind. I glanced at Pete out of the corner of my eye, his earnest focus on the perfectly folded towel in his hands.

“So,” Pete said. “Have you seen any more crazy shit recently?”

“What do you mean?” I asked, playing dumb.

“You know…” he said, reaching for another stack of linen, not making eye contact with me. “The kind of stuff that goes on here!”

I squinted at him for a moment. “I’ve not really seen anything for a few days…” I said, lying. “What about you?”

He shrugged. “Nothing as crazy as the golf cart thing, but I did see something in the staff locker room the other day.”

My ears perked up. “The staff locker room? What happened?”

Pete’s face flushed a deep crimson, and I knew it was going to be good. “Well, I went in to grab my stuff after my shift, and on the bench there was like…a personal object.”

I turned my head to the side, not understanding. Pete looked a little embarrassed, but managed to roll his eyes.

“A silicone object, Sarah.”

“Damn,” I said, understanding. “In the staff changing room?”

“Yeah. It was big, too, just lying there, right in the open, still glistening a little, like someone had only just finished with it…”

“Did you touch it?”

“What!? No!”

“Why not?” I laughed. “I’d have been tempted…”

“Freak!” He nudged me with his shoulder, making my cleavage recoil slightly. “I just stood there for a second, staring at it. It wasn’t just a simple shape either. It had this defined head, and then these ridges. Like, swirls and bumps all the way down the shaft.”

I felt a little twinge of excitement in my pussy.

“Did you report it?” I asked, trying to remain professional.

“To who? Mara? Fuck that!” he laughed. “You know she doesn’t care about that sort of stuff. I just grabbed my gear and got out of there.”

“Crazy,” I said, shaking my head. “I guess someone was having fun…”

“Tell me about it,” Pete laughed, but then his expression grew serious again. “Actually, there was something else that happened. Something kinda crazy and slutty. But I don’t know if it’s true or Rose was just teasing me.”

“Why, what happened?”

“So, apparently there was this booking last night. Three women, all staying in the same room. And I guess they were all swingers or something because they called Rose up to their room and…well, actually it definitely sounds a little silly now I’m saying it out loud.”

“Tell me…” I said.

But I already knew.

“Well, apparently Rose said they called down for more champagne,” Pete continued, his voice a conspiratorial whisper. “But when she got there, they offered her two hundred bucks to...serve them naked. Like, fully naked.”

“Did she do it?”

“Not according to Rose. She said she just laughed and told them to enjoy their evening, but the way she was telling it...I don’t know. I think she was tempted.”

“God, can you imagine?” I said, my voice a little shaky as I folded a towel with more force than necessary. “Being put on the spot like that. I think I’d just die of embarrassment.”

“I don’t know,” Pete said, stopping his folding and looking at me, his expression thoughtful. “I think it would have been kind of hot.”

My breath caught in my throat. Hot. He thought it would be hot. Not gross, not disgusting, not a reason to see someone as a slut. H-O-T. The word echoed in the sudden silence of the linen closet, drowning out the scent of bleach and fabric softener. The memory of the steam, the champagne, their eyes on my skin…

I took a breath.

“Pete,” I started, my voice barely a whisper.

The door to the linen closet swung open with a bang, making us both jump. Jamie stood there with a clipboard in his hand. “Sarah? Mara needs you in the main office. Now. They’re short-staffed. She said that Pete can take care of the linen himself.”

He looked at me, waiting for more, but I just shrugged.

“Okay. I’m coming. Sorry Pete, guess you’re on your own…”

“Story of my life,” he smiled. “Catch up with you soon?”

I smiled, leaving him there, standing in the linen closet.

Our time would come…

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