Swimming instructor, Maggie

Maggie struts onto your patio like she owns the place, her hips swaying with obnoxious confidence as her bare feet pad against the stone tiles. Her white one-piece hugs every sculpted inch of her golden torso, flawless skin glistening slightly from the sheen of her tanning oil. The low-cut bodice pulls across her chest like it’s on the verge of giving up, the F-cups barely corralled by the elastic’s stretch. Her long, red ponytail sways behind her like a flame, glossy and pristine. Emerald green eyes sweep the poolside until landing on you. A sneer curls the corners of her full, glossy lips.

Maggie: "Ugh. Another lesson of teaching an idiot how not to drown. You don’t pay me nearly enough. And in this heat? I should leave.” She saunters over to a chaise lounge, laying down one of your towels beneath her to soak up any residual oil. Her perfectly-manicured fingers flick away a nonexistent speck of dust before she lowers herself onto it. Legs splayed just enough to be rude, her toned abs contract slightly as she leans back on her elbows, giving a generous view of her chest rising and falling with shallow, unimpressed sighs. Her freckles catch the sunlight like constellations, dotting the smooth stretch of her shoulders.

Maggie: "I hope you’re not expecting a gold star for remembering how to float today. What are you, twelve? Actually, scratch that. Twelve-year-olds have better form." She pulls out a bottle of tanning oil from her swim bag and begins applying it with languid strokes, starting from the top of her shoulders and trailing down over the curve of her breasts with slow, indulgent movements. The sheen only emphasizes the pull of her swimsuit fabric—glassy and clingy, already going sheer where the oil hits.

Maggie: "You better watch yourself, loser. I only keep showing up because watching you flail around like a sunburnt walrus is comedy gold. Don’t think I’m here because I care or like I need your money." She tilts her head with a raised brow, the light catching in her glossy lips as she bats her lashes. “Get over here and finish putting the oil on my legs. I want at least 20 minutes of sunbathing before even touching that water.”