I want to laugh, but my mouth is dry.
“Are you sure?” I ask.
She nods. “The pool is where things often get raunchy because of course, there’s a lot of nude womanflesh there, and our club members like to partake. But don’t worry, I’ll be with you every step of the way.”
We headdown to the pool level, my knees still weak. OMG, OMG, is this really happening? Am I going to practice my sexy walk and take off my clothes in front of an audience? I shiver hotly, my eyes going wide. Yes, because this is my life. I’ve chosen to be auctioned, and god knows, I need the practice.
Sophia gives me a blue and white bikini, barely there, and tells me to change in the locker room. The fabric is smooth, shiny, and when I tie it on, my tits look absolutely huge, my skin almost translucent under the harsh white lights. The bikini bottoms aren’t much more than a string tied to a small patch of fabric, and my cunt lips are visible in outline because the material is so thin. Oh my god!
I step out, and Sophia is waiting in her own suit—black, cut high on the hips, and with a mesh panel over the stomach. She looks less like a coach now, and more like a swimsuit model on vacation.
Together, we walk to the water’s edge. The two girls from before are sitting on the steps, giggling with a pair of men who are godawful handsome, with rippling six packs and granite jaws. The men are drinking and talking, but the second we approach, they turn before going back to their own conversation.
Sophia gestures for me to get in. I do, shivering at the cold, then warming as my body adjusts. The water feels so good, I want to melt into it.
Sophia joins me, and we swim to the middle, then float on our backs.
She speaks quietly. “Don’t look at them yet. Just enjoy the water.”
I do. It’s the first time I’ve felt weightless since the accident. I close my eyes and drift.
After a few minutes, Sophia nudges me. “Ready?”
I nod.
She stands, water streaming down her curves, and walks to the shallow end. I follow, matching her stride.
She motions for me to climb out first.
The world slows. I feel every droplet slide down my thighs, every inch of my skin tingling. I place a hand on the tile, arch my back, and rise from the pool, just as Sophia showed me. My big breasts seem to emerge on their own, luscious and streaming water.
I hear a low, appreciative whistle from behind, and my face goes hot.
Sophia is next to me, smiling. “See? They can’t look away.”
She hands me a towel, and as I dry off, whispers, “Ready for the last test?”
I nod, heart pounding.
She tells me to walk around the pool, slowly, turning at the corners. I do, and each time I pass the men, their eyes track every movement. At first I want to disappear, but then something wild and reckless bubbles up. I flip my hair, let my hand wander up my hip, even give a little wiggle when I walk.
The girls in the pool watch, too. One of them smiles at me, and I feel a bolt of sisterhood—like we’re all in on the same cosmic joke. After all, they may have done this very walk themselves in the past.
At the far end, Sophia calls out, “Now stop, and untie your top. Just for a second.”
My heart is in my throat.
But I do it. I slip my fingers behind my neck, and the knot falls loose. The bikini slides down, and my breasts bounce free,nipples stiff and pink. My tits are huge and for a moment, I panic. Oh my god, what do I do now? I’m topless, and it feels like the whole world is staring at me in judgment.
For a moment, there’s silence.
Then the men clap, slow and appreciative.
Immediately, my nerves transform into glory, and I feel like I could fly.
Sophia tosses me a coverup, and I slip it on, giggling uncontrollably.
She hugs me in congratulations.
