Pool Cleaners

Kiara Lord watches Renato and Zack work the pool. The men move through the water and sun like they own it. Her stare lingers long enough to let the heat speak for her. She steps downstairs. The dress slips off her shoulders, barely a whisper of fabric. Sunlight filters straight through it, catching on her full breasts and the swell of her hips. She keeps walking until she is close enough for the men to feel the warmth coming off her skin. The two cleaners pause, tools forgotten. Kiara stands there naked except for the thin gold chain at her throat, letting them take in every curve. The air thickens, and her slow turn is invitation enough.