Serena watched her new pool boy gasp as she stepped out of the shower, her body glistening with water droplets. His eyes were glued to her ample cleavage, his gaze slowly traveling downward to the towel wrapped around her hips. With a sly smile, she sauntered towards him, enjoying the way he struggled not to stare at her voluptuous figure.
"I thought you were supposed to clean the pool, not stare at my tits all day," she teased, playfully flicking water at him. He blushed but refused to look away, his eyes fixed on her chest. Serena let out a slow, satisfied breath; this one would be easy to manipulate.
Moving closer, she ran a finger over the waistband of his uniform pants, allowing it to linger near his crotch. "Maybe you should concentrate on your work," she purred, taking a step back to reveal the bulge in his pants. "Or maybe I should find someone else to take care of my pool."
His face flushed even deeper, and he nodded quickly in response. "I'm sorry, Miss Serena. I'll get right on it."
Serena watched him retreat, feeling a small thrill of power course through her veins. She loved playing with men, seeing just how far she could push them before they broke. And this one seemed like he would be easy to manipulate.
As the sound of the pool cleaner filled the air, Serena made her way to the kitchen, humming to herself. She knew that her pool boy was still under her spell, unable to resist her every whim. And she planned on taking full advantage of that fact.
Several hours later, Serena emerged from her bedroom once again, this time dressed in a tight, black dress that hugged her curves. She could hear the pool boy working outside, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement. It was time to push things further.
Strutting towards the sliding glass doors leading out to the pool, she stopped short when she heard a loud fart echo through the air. Her eyes widened in surprise; he had actually gone and done it!
Unable to contain her amusement, Serena let out a giggle. "I guess I won't be needing that glass of wine after all," she said, her voice full of false innocence. "Why don't you come inside and finish cleaning the kitchen?"
She could feel his confusion as he tried to process her request. But before he could say anything, she turned on her heel and headed back inside, leaving him standing there by the pool, wondering what she was up to.
When he entered the kitchen a few moments later, Serena was already there, leaning against the counter with one foot casually crossed over the other. She watched as he struggled to maintain eye contact, his gaze shifting between her face and the slim line of her dress.
"So," she drawled, "are you going to clean my kitchen or not?"
Without waiting for an answer, she let out another loud fart, this one even louder than the first. This time, it was followed by a wet, splattering sound as fartsoup hit the tiled floor.
Her pool boy's face turned a deep shade of red, and he quickly averted his gaze, trying to pretend like nothing had happened. But Serena could see the fear in his eyes, and it only made her more determined to push him further.
"I guess I'll have to find someone else to take care of my pool then," she said, still leaning against the counter. "Because it seems like you're more interested in farting than cleaning."
She could see him trembling now, his entire body shaking with fear and confusion. But just when she thought he was going to break, he looked up at her with a crazed look in his eyes and charged.
Serena was taken aback by his sudden aggression, but she quickly recovered, sidestepping his charge and laughing as he stumbled forward. As he regained his balance, she let out another loud fart, this one aimed directly at his face.
He staggered back, holding his nose as fartscent filled the air. "I break his fucking nose with my farts," she said, enjoying the look of horror on his face.
And with that, Serena knew she had him where she wanted him. From now on, she would be the one in control, and he would be the one waiting anxiously for her every command. It was going to be a long, satisfying summer.
