Life of a Dominant Futanari Alternative Chapter 12: Pool Bar

I found a lot of nice things, and plugging them in and cleaning them I found enjoyable. It was nice to have all of these things here, and I wondered how I was going to get them home. Thinking of that, I took a moment to send a text and pulled out my phone, and began to send a text to Crystal.

Angela: Hey, Miss you, Minx. I am sorry that I was pulled out of bed and made your morning a mess. Things here are still a bit of a mess, but it seems my mom really needed the break. I can't wait to see you next week. I will make sure to take a night to make sure that you are not only satisfied but cannot walk for a couple of days afterward.

I smirked and sent it and leaned back, thinking about sending more messages out. The problem was that I didn't know how much that would cost. I could always repay my mom and dad with extra, too, if I wanted to. I just know that my dad would still complain about it no matter what.

In response to my last thought, I put down my phone, turned back, and began picking through the things I wanted to take to my customer's room tonight. She would be around for another couple of nights at the resort, and I may even play with her if I wanted to. Playing with her multiple times would be interesting, and I smirked at that thought. What should I go for?

My mind raced, and I remembered what Samantha told me, and I began to pick things out. I took my time and began to put those aside and ensure they were charging. I would clean them when I came back, and I sighed, stretching, and decided that I would go relax after picking some more things and ensuring that I had the stuff I planned on using charging.

After that, I smiled and decided that going for a swim to rest my calves would be nice. I could sit at the bar and relax, maybe even have a conversation that could prove interesting. I stripped naked and put on that Bikini. I got happy that I would go swimming in it. I couldn't help but feel pleased after unwrapping so many gifts. Still, I would have to stop by the reception for all the cardboard in our room and see if I could get some help disposing of so much packaging. Otherwise, there wouldn't be a lot of room inside our room, which wasn't fair to my mother.

I stretched some more and began to put on my Bikini after slathering myself in sunscreen. I didn't want to hurt my skin after all. I moved back and broke the boxes into one of the largest boxes I had, and it didn't take long. I put them outside the room and ensured I had everything I needed before heading down the hallway toward the reception. It didn't take long, and I smiled at the black woman at the desk. "Hello," I said, and the woman smiled back as she looked up from her computer.

"Hello," She replied, "How can I help you?" She asked quickly.

"I had several boxes delivered to my room this morning, and I finished unpacking and breaking most of them down. I would love it if you could have someone come pick them up to dispose of them properly. If that isn't possible, please tell me where I can bring them so I can dispose of them properly, as our room doesn't have room for so much cardboard." I told her politely, knowing that being polite gets more things done for you than yelling most of the time.

"Oh," The woman said and picked up a radio. "I will have someone come pick them up. You can leave it outside your door, and I will have it taken. Is that alright with you?" She asked, and I nodded.

"Already outside my door, Thank you," I told her, "Have a nice day," I finished before heading out towards the pools.

"Enjoy your Stay!" She called out as I departed, and I headed out into the heat and smiled. My flip-flops announced my movement to those nearby, but I didn't care. I quickly saw my mother with heavy-lidded eyes near one of the pools but decided to ignore her and jump into a pool with a swim-up bar.

The pool wasn't that deep, but it was at least five feet deep in the middle, and I noticed there was a deeper side further down. It wasn't exactly square but wasn't too far off it with rounded edges, and part of it attached to another pool that had a little bridge over it where you headed towards the beach. it was simple, and beach chairs were placed appropriately around the pool. I quickly dipped my toes into the cool water and smiled before jumping in and feeling the cool water surround me. I sighed in pleasure and dunked myself under the water. I quickly came back up feeling light. It had been a long time since I had gone swimming and the pool wasn't exactly full. I began to swim over the bar feeling like some water lightly would do me some good.

I took a stool beside a man in his mid-thirties and a woman on the other side that looked in her early twenties. Both were to my left, while on the other side, there was another woman in her early thirties smiling as I came up. The women were both in bikinis and sipping on cocktails. The man, on the other hand, seemed to be drinking something else that I did not recognize. I smiled at the black man on the other side of the bar looking at me with a bright white smile.

"What would you like to have, pretty lady." He asked with a bright smile.

"Water, please," I told him, "I am not much of a drinker," I told him, and he nodded and placed a cup down and pulled out a tap, and began to fill it up with water. I took the cup in hand and drank it back in a couple of large gulps. It was refreshing, and I sighed in pleasure as I finished it. "Another," I ordered without thought, and the black man smiled.

"Another for the pretty Lady," He said and filled my cup.

I noticed now that for the three others, I was the center of attention, and my breasts were the man's center of attention. I didn't care for his attention but also didn't want to make a big deal of it. "How are you guys," I said, gathering their attention.

"Oh, I am good," The woman to my right said. I looked at her as she decided to respond; she was wearing a teal Bikini, which was pretty standard. She had a little flab around her center, and I liked it. She wasn't fat or anything, but I could tell with some of the marks on her that she probably had been pregnant before. "Nice and relaxing to be away from the kids for a week." She said with a smile. "How are you?" She asked.

"Not bad," I replied, "I just got here yesterday and plan to relax and enjoy myself." I replied with a lazy smile, "I'm Angela," I introduced myself, "You are?" I asked politely.

"I am Jessica," Jessica replied. "Nice to meet you, Angela," She said, "How long are you going to be here for?" She asked a couple of moments later.

"Till Sunday," I replied, knowing any longer I would be yelling at my mother. I already didn't want to think about how I would have to deal with all the homework and missing Volleyball. It was something that would make me very annoyed, "Any longer and I would miss too much school. In fact, if it wasn't for a specific reason, I wouldn't be here now. But that is beside the point," I told her with a smile, "How long are you here for, Jessica?" I asked with a smile.

"Till Saturday," Jessica replied with an answering smile, "Decided to have a day to get back in the groove before going back to work. You should be a senior in school if you're here?" She asked.

"Yup, I am a senior. One of the top students in my grade as well." I replied, and she showed a surprised expression at me.

"Wow," Jessica replied, "You look so fit; what sport do you play in school?" She asked.

"Oh, this isn't from sports," I told her, motioning to my abs that I didn't realize were on display. "I recently joined the Volleyball team and am thinking of the track team next year for fun. But I have been mostly an academic due to reasons," I finished with a smile, although it was hiding a bit of pain.

"Oh wow," Jessica said, looking down at my stomach as she took a sip of her drink. "You look really jacked for a woman."

"thank you," I replied with a bright smile, "I wish I could put some more visual muscles on my arms," I said, holding them out and flexing. A small amount of muscle showed itself, and I sighed audibly, "See, my arms look so freaking weak," I complained, and I heard a scoff from the man to my left.

"You are plenty strong enough, Angela," The man said, and I felt my eyes narrow.

"I'm sorry," I said, "Who are you?" I asked since he was using my name. Something about him using my name causally like that annoyed me, and I raised an eyebrow while reaching out for the drink. In the corner of my eye, I saw the black Bartender paying more attention as the man turned to me.

"I am Jack," He said, "This is my girlfriend Mary," He told me before continuing, "As long as you have some muscle, you have enough. Too muscular doesn't look good on women," He informed me, and I felt my eyes narrowing. I took the glass in my hand and finished half of it in one go while looking at him. I felt anger rising in me, and he seemed to notice my anger. "Oh, your one of those," Jack suddenly said.

"One of what?" I asked, my voice crisp. "A person who can probably lift more than you?"

"Nah," Jack replied, and I looked him over more. He was wearing black swim trunks and wasn't in shape, but he wasn't fat. You could see traces of muscles on his arms, and his stomach was flat. "I could probably lift more than you, though."

I chuckled, "I bet fifty thousand dollars you wouldn't even be able to handle one three-hour workout I do." I told him, confidence brimming, "Let me change what I said." I said, my voice slow as he turned to look at me, "I know you couldn't even follow my running routine."

The main barked out a laugh, "Where would a little girl like you find Fifty thousand dollars? I don't want Daddy's money from you. Probably here with some sixty-year-old pervert who wants a sugar baby," The man's face twisted with disgust, "I don't need to prove anything to a little twat like you." The man looked down at my breasts and grinned, "Although I wouldn't mind giving you a couple of hundred dollar bills if you do a little dance for me."

Anger burned in me, and my fist shook in the water. "Dude, Your cut off," The Bartender said, "You will return to your room for a bit, and cool off. Do you understand me?" his voice was commanding, and Jack looked at him.

"Look at that," Jack said, "A man comes in to stand up for a woman. How very heroic." His voice was mocking, and my anger was boiling like an inferno.

"I think he is saying that for your protection," I said as I got off the barstool and turned my body to him.

"Honey, Why not go for a swim," Jessica said behind me.

"I don't mind putting a piece of shit like you in its place." I said, not caring what Jessica said, "Maybe Mary wouldn't mind stitching your face back together after I put some serious TLC with my fists to it. Or are you going to use the out the Bartender gave you and fuck off? I will tell you one thing, though," I said, my voice a testament of warning, "You will regret it if you don't listen to the bartender and fuck off, Jack off."

Jack looked pissed, "Hey, can I have security over here," TheBartenderr said into the radio. Jack turned to the Bartender before he quickly turned back and spat at me. The glob of spit fell onto my breasts, and I felt anger rise as I felt two arms grab me from behind and pull my arms back as I was just about to swing at him. On the other hand, Jack and Mary began to walk away.

"Come on, Mary," Jack said, "Little bitch has an attitude problem."

He began to walk off, and I felt fury in my core and stopped trying to swing at him. My anger boiled, and I turned to the Bartender, who also looked angry, "Sorry, pretty lady," He said, "I have security coming over to talk to him. Please, sit and let me make you a virgin cocktail for you to enjoy and forget about the American asshole just here," He said, and I chuckled.

"I am also an American," I told him with a small smile but anger still boiled inside me. He wouldn't come out unscathed if I found him in a quiet spot with no one around.

"It's okay, Angela," Jessica said, making me turn to her, "He will be dealt with by security. Why not have a virgin cocktail, wash his spit off you in the pool, and then enjoy it and relax? I am sure that the hotel will deal with it." Jessica was being reasonable, and I turned to glare in the direction that Jack went off.

"Fine," I said, turning to the Bartender. "I am pissed, though," I told them honestly, "He assaulted me for no reason, and I wasn't even allowed to swing back at him. I want security to know that he assaulted another guest. You can deal with him that way," I finished.

I dipped into the pool and washed the slimy spit off my breasts with a pissed-off expression I couldn't lose. TheBartenderr put out a pink drink for me, and I came back up and sat on the stool just as two big black men came up in the hotel uniform. They began talking in Spanish with the Bartender, and the guards nodded as the Bartender seemed to be telling them what happened. The men turned to me as he pointed at my breasts, and then in the direction that Jack went when it seemed that he finished iterating the story, both turned to me. "So he spat on you when you stood up, saying you could fight him and rearrange his face before walking away?" The first security guard said.

"After insulting me," I said while nodding. "I don't take bullshit from Jackasses well," I said, continuing to mock his name, "I told him to fuck off when he insulted me a couple of times when I told him that he couldn't keep up with my workout routine. The asshole doesn't think I have fifty thousand to bet," I realized as I said that I wouldn't have that much till the end of the week unless I talked to Hilda and had her wire the money she owed me. "He insulted me, saying that I had no money and that I would have money only if I was with a sixty-year-old pervert as a sugar baby. fucking prick can fuck off," I said, letting steam out.

Both guards nodded knowingly and turned to the Bartender, "We will go find Jack and have a conversation with him and talk to the manager. Miss," They said, turning to me, "Our manager may come to talk to you later. Do you mind if we have your room number or the name your room is under so we can find you later?" he asked politely.

"It is under Violet and Angela Brown," I told them, and they nodded. One pulled out a notebook and wrote in it before nodding to the Bartender.

One security guard walked away, and the other stayed while the other began to speak on the radio. "Please, relax, and we will deal with this. I hope that you will have a better day, and please," He said with a bright smile, "Lunch is on us. Please, Enjoy," he finished and began to walk away.

TheBartenderr pushed the drink towards me, and I took a sip, tasted watermelon, and smiled. "This is tasty," I said, but inside I was fuming. I wanted a dominant, someone right now. I took a large swig of the tasty drink and fumed, ignoring the world around me, trying to calm down a little.