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The job was shit. Pool after pool, all the same: clogged filters, old guys who couldn’t unclog a straw. Same drill, same mess, until today. Today was different. A young woman opened the door. She wore a thin silk robe, nothing underneath, and she didn’t bother pretending the pool was broken. Her eyes slid over both of us, then she let the robe slip from her shoulders. My workmate shut the door. She sank to her knees right there in the hallway. Her mouth took him first—slow, wet, deliberate—then she turned to me and did the same. Two cocks, one girl, no more pretending. She led us upstairs, climbed onto the bed, and offered her ass without a word. I pressed in slow. She pushed back harder, taking every inch. My mate fed her mouth while I fucked her tight hole until her moans vibrated around his shaft. We switched. I felt her tongue clean my cock while he buried himself in her ass. She came first, shaking, face pressed into the sheets. Then he pulled out, stroked twice, and painted her lips and cheeks white. I followed, adding to the mess across her flushed skin. She licked what she could reach, smiling like the pool had never needed fixing at all.