The Drop

in fact, before her cute, hard-bodied figure lost all of its puppy fat. I know this because she has made it clear. As crystal. She doesn’t come out and say the words exactly but she can flirt for England.
    ‘So,’ she said, as she laid her big bath towel out on a lounger, ‘what you doing?’
    I shrugged, ‘nothing too knackering, a few lengths. I come here the same time every morning.’
    ‘Yeah,’ she said, smiling, ‘dad said.’
    Of course. I’d mentioned it to Bobby. He must have told her in passing and, the first chance she got, she came down here.
    ‘So what are you doing here?’ I’m not sure what I’d do if she said ‘I came down here to see you’ but thankfully she took the politician’s tactic and answered a different question to the one I actually asked.
    ‘Dad bought me a membership.’
    ‘Nice birthday present.’
    ‘It was a graduation present,’ and she smiled, ‘he got me the car for my 21 st .’
    ‘Oh yes, the car,’ I was with him the day he picked it out for her down at the dealership, making sure it had every possible safety feature, ‘happy birthday by the way.’
    ‘Thank you.’
    ‘Do you always get up this early for a swim on your birthday?’
    ‘Couldn’t sleep.’
    I nodded and looked around us at the plush surroundings of the spa, ‘not a bad gift for graduation either is it? I got a wallet when I got my degree.’
    ‘Yeah, well, Dad was chuffed. I was the first to get one in our family.’
    ‘Same here. Of course your old man doesn’t realise they aren’t worth the paper they’re written on these days,’
    ‘Oi.’ she said.
    ‘I mean, a trained monkey can get a degree in Media Studies.’
    ‘True,’ she agreed, ‘but I got a first in Business Administration,’ and she tilted her head to one side and gave me a shitty look like she was saying ‘shove that up yer arse mate’. I have to admit it’s a look that made her seem cute, pretty and endearing all at once.
    ‘So,’ I said, ‘you swimming or just here to pose? I’m not sure the old guys in here can cope with the excitement.’
    ‘At least you admit it’s exciting,’ she said, ‘I’ll go in if you’ll keep me company.’
    I shrugged, ‘I’m not in any hurry,’ I said, knowing that I should have just told her I was finished then left. It would have been a lot safer but I told myself it was okay, because the one thing I was absolutely not going to do was put my job and my life in jeopardy by fucking Bobby Mahoney’s only daughter. Bobby Mahoney’s gorgeous, young daughter, I thought to myself, as she sashayed ahead of me into the clear, blue water. Bobby Mahoney’s gorgeous, young daughter who fancies me, I concluded, as I watched her cute little bum disappear beneath the surface. She leaned forward and was off, gliding effortlessly through the water.
    We did a few lengths then swam over to the corner of the pool where they have three strong jets that you stand under. The water comes down so hard it massages your neck and back. It’s almost as good as a real massage. Normally it’s just relaxing. Of course it’s a bit different when you have a stunning blonde in a tiny white bikini standing opposite you with water cascading down over her breasts and shoulders. The little sod, I thought, she definitely knew how bloody good she looked.
    All I got from her was that Mona Lisa smile, ‘how’s your wife?’ she asked, knowing full well that Laura and I were not married.
    ‘Fine,’ I answered, ‘busy, you know.’
    ‘Busy,’ her face creased up while she pretended to contemplate this for some hidden meaning, ‘poor you,’ she said, like I was being neglected.
    ‘Since I’m busy too… ’ And I shrugged under the water as if it was no big deal.
    ‘Course,’ she said, like I was telling her porkies. She kneaded her neck under the water jet with her hands and this pushed her chest out. I had to force myself to look away from her breasts. The water was making her nipples hard. They were jutting out through the material, which was sticking to her like clingfilm, ‘great here isn’t it?’
    ‘Yes,’ I said.
    ‘Wonder if you can hire it privately,’ she said as she looked at the small collection of oldies around us, ‘you know, for an hour or a morning or something.’
    ‘Dunno,’ I said, ‘it would cost you.’
    ‘Yeah,’ she agreed, ‘worth it though. You could go skinny dipping.’
    I laughed at the notion.
    ‘Would you,’ she said, daring me, ‘go skinny