She stared into the mirror's reflection of her deep violet eyes as she tied her waist-length, strawberry blond waves into a snug tail.  Tiny red-gold curls of her unruly tresses escaped the black satin elastic and framed her face. She blew a wisp from her nose in annoyance.

"I know he had an emergency at the office, but I feel so out of place by myself, with all these older business people at this exclusive club. The only people here, that are my age, are all staff." Chastity wrinkled her nose as she struggled into her neon-purple swimsuit. The tiny poolside shower-room smelled of chlorine and cleaner.

Turning to check the fit of her bathing suit in the full-length mirror, she frowned. "I don't remember the bikini being this small when I tried it on in the store," she groused. She tied the strings of the push-up top behind her neck, then fought to get it to sit right on her bosom.

"I look like I'm gon'na fall out of this any second." She scooped her hand into the bright violet cups and repositioned her breasts, forcing the brilliant satin to cover as much as possible.

She tugged at the high cut sides of her bottoms. "This bottom is more a thong than a panty. If I move just wrong, it's going to ride straight up my crack." She pulled at the crotch to position it and sighed in defeat. "I should have known better than to bring the new bikini."

Chastity turned to the white plastic chair beside her. She lifted the long, black satin dressing robe she'd been given by one of the club's staff.

"Where is the belt?" She looked around but didn't see it. "I guess I have to wear it hanging open." She nibbled her lower lip as she pulled on the robe.  Glancing once more in the mirror she blushed.

"I look like a stripper about to go on stage than a high-school senior. All I need is red lipstick and some high heels." She slipped on a pair of purple rubber flip-flop sandals, then gathered her bag with her clothes. "Well, here goes..."

She stepped out of the tiny dressing room and into the warm brilliant sunlight. Small tables with umbrellas and guests relaxing in white lounge chairs framed the gigantic, kidney shaped, white marble pool. Rounded marble steps led into the water at the far end. The deep cool blue of the water looked inviting, especially in this summer heat. Light gleamed on the gentle ripples of the water around two older guests who laughed as they swam.

She blushed, tugging on the edges of her robe. She was afraid of what the club members were going to think of her 'stripper' suit if she took off the robe to swim.

A tall, slender young man in the Club's uniform of short, snug khaki shorts and a blindingly white polo shirt stepped out from where he'd been waiting on one side of the door. The black silk of his short, trimmed hair fell across his brow rakishly and reflected in blue streaks, matching the deep blue of his eyes. His arms were bare to the elbows and showed an impressive array of tanned muscle. He smiled with masculine approval.

'I guess he likes the swim suit,' she thought and smiled ruefully. "Tony, right?" He nodded. 'Wow, he's really cute,' she thought. 'My, what big arms you have...'

"You remembered my name." Tony grinned. "If you like, I'll take care of your bag for you." She handed it over with a word of thanks. Tony bowed slightly and motioned with one arm. "If you will come this way?"

'I wish all the boys I knew were this polite,' she thought as she followed him. Her sandals slapped against her heels as she walked.

He led her to a lounge chair in the shade of a wide umbrella. Before she could protest, Tony slid the robe from her shoulders and laid it on the back of the chair Embarrassed by the sudden exposure Chastity sat down while Tony trotted off.

'Well, there goes that,' she thought, mortified. 'Let's see how many people I can offend in a hurry.' Chastity ignored the lewd glare of a hairy pot-bellied man sitting to her left. She raised her chin. 'Yeah, that's right. I wear scanty thong bikinis all the time.'

"Nice Bikini," said a tall older man as he emerged dripping wet, from the pools edge, right at her feet. Her eyes fixated on his tiny blue spandex Speedos that revealed a hard bulge in the groin and his pasty white legs.  Like a pot of honey, she was attracting flies. Her courage failed her.

'Shit. I need to cover myself!' She turned around to grab her robe when a voice startled her.

"Hello there." Chastity jumped as someone suddenly bent over her chair. "I'm Mr. Davies, the Club  manager. You're Chastity, I believe?" he asked.

He was an extremely handsome, older gentleman, also in the Club's uniform of khaki shorts and white shirt. His head was completely bald and evenly tanned with a single diamond flashing from his ear. His eyes were bright green; his teeth perfect. She noted the beginnings of a small beer gut thickening his middle. She also noted the definition of strong muscles in his darkly tanned thighs as he knelt by her chair.

"Hello," she said nodding, then smiled uneasily. 'Here it comes, the part where I get sent home for my bathing suit. Dad's going to kill me.' She released her hold on the robe. It was far too late to cover up.

"It's a pleasure to have you here," said Mr. Davies. "Your father told us to expect you."

Chastity watched as Tony approached, then stood silently to one side of Mr.  Davies. "Dad would have come, but there was an emergency at work..."

Confusion momentarily flitted across his features. "Emergency at work," Mr. Davies repeated. "Ah, I understand." He smiled and focused on Chastity's chest.

"Tony," said Mr. Davies as he rose from his crouch, "Miss Chastity is new and probably doesn't know her way around, be sure to give her a tour of the main house and make sure she has anything she needs, understood?"

"Absolutely sir," Tony said with a small bow and a wide grin.

'Whoa,' Chastity thought in surprise. 'Looks like I'm not getting kicked out for my swim-wear.'

"Oh, and Tony, Chastity has a two o'clock appointment to meet with Father Gregor." Mr. Davies slanted a meaningful look at Tony. "Make sure she's there on time." Tony gave Chastity a startled look, then nodded with a frown. Mr. Davies abruptly left to walk toward another guest.

"Who's Father Gregor?" Chastity whispered.

Tony knelt by her chair. "He's our resident, ah, priest." Chastity looked at him in some confusion. "He, um, works with some of the guests," Tony added.  "For those who need um, a priest." Tony shrugged, then looked at her uneasily.

"There's a chapel here?"

"There is for the Father. He has a whole suite on the top floor. The Club rebuilt the entire attic just for him." Tony swallowed hard, then pasted a bright smile on his lips. "Did you want to go for a swim before I take you for a tour?" he asked brightly.

"Sounds like a plan," she said. Chastity rose from her chair and sighed.  'Well,' she mused to herself, 'this is one way to hide the bikini. Nobody is in the water right now so, why not?'

Chastity launched herself from the pool's edge in a well-practiced dive. Her swim-team coach would have been proud. She felt her anxieties melt away as the cool wetness enveloped her. The water was just as refreshing as it looked.

***

"Ready for your tour of the main house?" Tony asked as she climbed up the pool ladder by her chair. He was holding a fluffy white towel for her to wipe off with. Her robe lay over his other arm and her shoes clutched in one hand.

"Should I change?" Chastity asked, not wanting to wear her skimpy violet bikini any more than she had to.

"You're better off without clothes..." Chastity looked at him sharply. He smiled nervously at his blunder. "I mean, this is supposed to be a pool-party so you are expected to be wearing a swim suit, and you're beautiful, why not show it off?"

"I'm not that pretty." Chastity said blushing as Tony helped her into the black satin robe.

"Now, that's where you're totally wrong. You are clearly the loveliest guest here." He grinned. "And I am honored to be your guide for today." He offered his arm gallantly. "Shall we go?"

The Club's main house was a renovated Victorian mansion of old red brick and multicolored painted trim, complete with a rounded tower to one side. Decorative wooden gingerbread, cut into lace patterns, trimmed every corner. Guests sat under the broad, ivy covered porches in tall chairs around small tables and chatted in expensive summer clothes and swimsuits.

Tony took her into the house and charmed her with amusing stories about the antiques and the guests. The interior was beautifully appointed. The walls were painted cream and trimmed in white with tapestries and paintings placed under spotlights. Antiques in glowing wood and silk were scattered in comfortable groups on rich, thick rugs over hardwood floors. They walked the halls, her sandals slapping softly against her heels. They peeked into the myriad rooms, talked and laughed.

The Grandfather clock on the staircase landing chimed the three-quarter hour in loud, deep tones. Tony glanced at his wristwatch and bit his lip.

"It's time to go to your appointment with Father Gregor," he said, his eyes wide and serious. Suddenly, he pulled her into a corner and gripped her upper arms.

"Look," he whispered hoarsely, "you don't have to go. I can get you your clothes and call a cab. You can leave right now."

"I'm just here for my Dad," Chastity said softly. "The appointment is probably for him." She smiled confidently, but inside her heart pounded in anxiety. She put her palm on his bare arm. Warm muscle, tight with tension, flexed under her fingers. He was so close she could smell the fresh clean sent of sandalwood soap.

"You're probably right, the appointment isn't for you." Tony shook his head and turned away, biting his full bottom lip. He turned back and stared hard.

"Are you sure?"

She focused on his lips and watched as he licked them. They looked soft and full, perfect for kissing.

"No, not really but... Tony, is there something I should know about Father Gregor?" She looked into his worried eyes.

"I'm not at liberty to say anything about the staff here, but..." Suddenly he leaned forward and his lips brushed hers fleetingly in a soft kiss.  Shocked into inaction by the sudden kiss, Chastity allowed his tongue to probe her mouth.

"Whoa, hey!" Chastity said against his mouth. Her hands

 pushed against Tony's muscular chest, but he was immovable. Abruptly she pulled her lips away and gasped for breath.

"Is this how you treat all your guests?"

He pulled back in alarm. "I... I don't know why I did that," he stammered, releasing her arms and blushing furiously.

Chastity almost giggled. He looked like a guilty boy. Her fingers closed on his arms, pulling him closer until her breasts touched his chest.

"Take it easy," she said with a soft smile. "I'm not in a rush." She raised her lips to meet his and her eyes fluttered closed. She touched the tip of her tongue to his lips, encouraging him to follow and he embraced her with a soft moan.

He pressed her back and she felt the wall cool against her skin. His chest felt warm, firm and exciting against the softness of her breasts. His hips pressed against her thigh and she felt the strong ridge of his erection trapped in his shorts, against her bare skin.

'Whoa, I think he likes me,' she thought. 'I'm kissing this guy that I barely know...' Chastity thought in astonishment. 'But, he's so sweet and cute... And a really great kisser.' She was really getting into the kiss when Tony pulled back suddenly blushing furiously.

"I... uh, we have to go to your appointment," said Tony checking his watch.  "There's not much time."

"First you're talkin' me out of it, then your kissing me, now your talkin' me into it!" Chastity jabbed her finger at Tony's chest in frustrated annoyance. "Which is it?"

"Take it easy!" Tony raised both hands in a defensive gesture making him look as if he were being held up at gunpoint. "It's close on 2:00 pm, and it was you're idea to stay. If you're gon'na go, we have to go now."

"Fine. Whatever," she snapped. "Let's get this thing over with," Chastity said grimly then slanted a look at him and cocked an eyebrow. "Will you wait for me?"

"Oh, yeah," he said with a heated smile. "Your not going anywhere without me." 

'Good,' thought Chastity, 'I want to get back to kissing him.'

"But, we have to hurry. Trust me, we do not want to be late!" He led her to the stairs and they climbed at a run.