Jensoo Smuts n Lemons lol~

Sink or swim :')

Jennie is older cuz she slays babes

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With her husband on yet another extended business trip, Jennie was left alone. She wouldn't mind, not even a little, if she didn't have a pool to maintain. Her husband had always been in charge of it, oftentimes going out there after dinner to tend to it, paying Jennie no mind, the way they both preferred. But now that he was away, the pool was neglected.

It wouldn't be hard to figure out how to clean the pool, check the filters and all the equipment, but why should she hassle herself? Surely some young person would love an easy summer job like this. And Jennie was a feminist, after all, so she went out of her way to hire a young woman for the stereotypical man's job.

That's how Jisoo ended up under her employment. It had only been a week, though things were going swimmingly. Her pool had never looked better. However, her judgment may have grown a little biased as she had taken a liking to the younger girl. Something about the way her big eyes and lips absolutely shone when they focused on her made Jennie feel like a god. Even the way she acted around her was exciting. Always attentive when receiving instructions. Perfectly polite when addressing her. Sure, Jennie was her boss, but she couldn't help feeling like Jisoo was being especially well behaved for her. And she was keen on testing just how well she could behave.

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Jisoo was in it for the money. She had been groped too many times waiting tables, spat on by too many children as their camp counselor. This summer between college semesters, her goal was to find the easiest, least stressful job she could: a seemingly impossible task until this job fell right into her lap.

When Mrs. Kim contacted her, saying she had been recommended to her by a friend as a potential pool girl, Jisoo jumped on the opportunity. In hindsight, it was rather dangerous to agree to a job without meeting the employer in person, particularly when the workplace would be at her home. She was fortunate that Jennie, who had insisted that Jisoo call her by her first name, claiming Mrs. Kim made her feel old, despite only being 32, was perfectly nice. Not to mention stunning.

In a wow-I-want-to-look-like-you-when-I-grow-older kind of way, not in an I-want-you kind of way, Jisoo told herself. Not that she's undesirable, her following thought came, quickly cut off by, but she's married.

She was ashamed to admit it, though that thought recurred more often than she liked. Jisoo always skimmed it away with the debris on the pool's surface, collected in her net and deposited safely out of sight. Not that Jennie made it easy for her, often watching her while she worked. Jisoo's cheeks always seemed to be flushed; whether from working in the hot sun or having smoldering eyes on her while she did, she would never know.

Today she found herself particularly flushed, thanks in part to the earlier "incident" with her uniform. Well, there had never been an assigned uniform, however Jisoo took it upon herself to wear a swimsuit under a pair of shorts and a white t-shirt. She was working outside by the pool, so it seemed entirely appropriate. The tightness and limited length of these articles were based entirely on the weather and had nothing to do with her captive audience. Absolutely nothing.

It was a hot day, so after a few hours of abuse from the sun's rays, her sweat-slicked t-shirt had been sticking to her more than usual. Mrs. Kim--Jennie, who had been reading nearby under an umbrella, noticed. She noticed exactly how the shirt clung to the younger woman. She noticed every soft curve. She noticed the outline of abs. She noticed.

"Jisoo, dear," she called after thoroughly appreciating the view.

"Yes, ma'am?" came the polite reply, adding a puff to Jennie's ego.