<div class="floatleft">(http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h289/masta_loki/tattoo_thumb1-1.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong>-=Vincent Kincaid - Playing the part of dutiful pool boy - The Gamble's Cockpit=-</strong></div><br/>Vincent watched with intent interest as the towel glided free of Mae's frame, revealing the silky smooth flesh it had been hiding.  In that instant, his breath escaped him in a heated huff as he looked over her physique that looked especially soft to the touch after having come out of the shower only moments ago.  It took every ounce of will he had available to resist pulling her close just so he could feel the warmth of her body caressing his skin once more.  There was no denying the young vixen was skilled in the art of seduction and acing on his impulses would have been the same as admitting defeat in the little game they initiated.  Not that he would have minded entirely, but he had learned that allowing the game to last as long as it possibly could in the efforts to relentlessly tease and entice their partner always made the post-game results all the more mind blowing.<br/><br/>After sucking in a slow, soothing breath to get himself under control once more, he assumed a pensive expression as though he was considering her question though the obvious desire never left his eyes.<strong>"That is a good question...  Although my job description lies upon the pool and surrounding area, I have heard that it isn't uncommon for individuals in my line of work to see to it that the owner of the pool is also tended to."</strong>A wolfish grin spread across his lips as he slowly stepped around Mae, transitioning to place himself immediately behind her while remaining that intimate closeness they shared upon her approach.<strong>"After all, making sure the pool's mistress is happy with my performance ensures that I'll retain my position in the long term."</strong><br/><br/>Just as he finished speaking, the flat of his palms pressed gently against her shoulder blades and sensually glided down to the small of her back before returning where they had began.  The motion repeated itself, though this time moving more outward to caress the edges of her back and just above where the curve of her ass began before returning up top once more.  The third time, his hands glided along her sides, tracing the curves of her profile until finally coming to rest at her hips.  At that point, he inched closer so that only a few points of his body pressed against her back; specifically the height of his pecks and the obvious tightness that had formed in his boxers as a result of their games.<strong>"How's this, Mistress Little?  Am I doing a satisfactory job?"</strong>