The one thing she hated most about her job was dealing with all the tourists. If they weren't complaining about one thing, they were trying to get something for free from her whether it be a towel, a bottle of water, or a blow job. Of course it didn't help that the only people she dealt with at the hotel towel booth were tourists. She had dreamt about something far more glamorous when she moved to the islands. A modeling job would have been nice, perhaps a cushy job as some executive's personal assistant, anything but this. She hadn't expected to be standing for eight hours handing out towels to little old ladies who weren't even going to use the damn things.
Sighing, she pulled the wooden boards down, closing the towel booth for the night. The other girl had called in sick this afternoon, leaving Sharon to work a double shift. More than half the night she had been alone trying to ward off the stares of the teenage boys who were now being herded out of the pool by the security guard.
Sharon eyed the young man from behind as he pointed the boys toward the exit. The hotel security guards had always been old, bushy eyebrowed men who didn't know their dicks from their assholes, but this new one was definitely different. He was actually younger than fifty, probably somewhere closer to his mid-twenties, with a body that fit the tan uniform snugly in all the right places.
That'd be nice, Sharon thought to herself as she picked up her keycard and headed for the back of the house. Her thoughts would have wandered farther but she was so tired she could hardly remember her own name.
With the drive to the other side of the island waiting her, she knew she needed to take a hot shower to refresh herself lest she drive off the high cliff leading to her secluded home. The clock above in the locker room read 9.00 when she undressed and stepped into the shower, feeling the pulse of the hot water beating on her tired neck and shoulder. She was lucky that she usually clocked out well between the change in shifts, leaving the locker room empty for her to indulge herself in privacy.
She was humming along to the song in her head, eyes closed and hands busily soaping her pert 34C breasts when she heard a masculine voice. Snapping her eyes open she listened to the sound of heavy footsteps getting closer to the shower stalls.
"Hello? Anyone in here?" came the call.
"Umm, yes," she answered, peeking her head out from behind the very flimsy curtain that shielded her in the tight stall. "Hello?"
The same, new security guard from the pool earlier craned his neck around the corner of the locker room wall. His face blushed bright red, making Sharon smile. He was more handsome than she had expected him to be and she sucked a breath of air in when he returned her smile. His full, wide lips were set beneath a straight, Grecian nose and vibrant green eyes that reminded her of emeralds.
The guard's blush was slowly fading when he inquired, "Are you alright, ma'am? We got a complaint that someone was peeping in the lady's locker room. Amelia went home so I came to check."
