Carl the scuba diver
If Carl would have known how his life was going to change after the encounter, he might not have dropped into Bob’s Tavern for a drink that evening after work before going home.
Carl was a scuba diver. He enjoyed it so much that he took on odd jobs with his gear whenever he could. Frequently those jobs involved pool repairs.
He was having a drink at the bar when he overheard a couple of women at a table discussing a pool that needed repairs. He gathered the one woman wearing the bookish glasses was a realtor who flipped houses on the side. The other was her rapidly-losing-patience friend who seemed to be listening half-heartedly to her complaints.
The friend finally excused herself, becoming tired of the conversation. After she’d gone Carl smiled at the realtor, holding up his drink in a toast. She looked nice enough, with brown hair down past her shoulders and a tattoo on her right arm.
She smiled at him as she sighed heavily. He asked, “Trouble with a pool, ma’am?”
“You have no idea. I have a leak; there’s a problem with the drain; and it needs a good cleaning.”
“I work on pools in my spare time. Care to tell me about it? Perhaps I can point you in the right direction to get it fixed.”
She came over and sat beside him at the bar, introducing herself as Sondra Webberly. Then she proceeded to tell him all about the problems with the pool. It was going to prevent her from flipping the house and making a tidy profit until it was fixed.
He listed the issues he thought it had based on her descriptions. Then he gave her the potential remedies. Despite her impatience with the whole issue, he seemed to have impressed her.
She wrote the address down on a card before giving it to him. Then she asked when he could come over and have a look at it. He told her he could see it late tomorrow afternoon. She thanked him, paid for her drink and then left as she said she needed to get going.
There was something about her that set off a couple red flags. But she seemed nice enough, and he was willing to help her out if he could. Besides, he figured the job might pay well.
The next afternoon he showed up at the address with his scuba gear. Sondra was already there waiting for him when he arrived. She was impatient again.
She rushed him through the gate and around to the back yard. There was water in the pool, but it didn’t seem to be at full level. She told him it had lost almost six inches since she’d had it filled a week ago.
He stripped down to his swim trunks before gearing up. Then he picked out a couple tools from his toolbox. “I’ll have a look at the drain, ma’am. That’s usually the first place to start.”
He went down in his scuba gear, pulled the cover and looked inside. Immediately he saw the crack. And the valve looked suspect as well. But it looked like there might be a possibility of fixing it without too much trouble.
He surfaced and told her about the crack in the pipe as well as the suspicious valve. Then he climbed out before asking her to show him the controls to the drain. She took him over to the pool shed and allowed him to have a look.
“That explains it,” he told her after a quick examination. “You have some outdated controls. I’m betting the valve down there has given way, leading to that crack in the drain. It’ll have to be replaced. I think I can do it without tearing the pool apart. I’ll just need to have it drained so I can get to it.”
She eyed him suspiciously. “How much?” Money seemed to be a big issue with her.
He quoted her a price. Then he told her, “That’s only if I don’t find anything else wrong down there. If we’re lucky, that’s all I’ll find. And that’s not including the other repairs you’ll need. That’s just the valve, the drain and the controls.”
She looked at him dubiously. Then she coldly asked if he knew of other shops she could ask to compare prices. It was obvious she wanted the work done for less.
It occurred to him this woman might not be worth the effort. So he mentioned the name of a couple pool companies he knew about. She wrote them down as though believing them to be her salvation.
“Tell them what I told you, ma’am. Ask what they’ll charge to come out and replace the parts. I could be wrong, but I’m betting they’ll charge at least $500 more.”
He reached into his pants pocket, pulled out a business card and gave it to her in case she needed to contact him again. She humpfed at him as though she didn’t want to deal with him any longer. But at the last second she accepted the card.
“I’m sure you can see your way out,” she huffed. “Close the gate behind you. I’ve got another appointment.” Then she was gone. Carl packed his gear and left, grateful she was no longer a part of his life.
Two days later he got a call from Sondra. Could he go out to that house, work on the drain and replace the parts in question? She already had it empty for him.
He didn’t bother asking if she’d checked around the other pool repair shops for a better price. She obviously had or she wouldn’t have come back to him. Once more he had that nagging feeling he should just turn her down. But she seemed anxious to get that pool repaired.
He told her the amount he would need just to buy the parts. She said she would pay it the day they were installed. Carl decided not to haggle with her. It was best just to get it done so she would be out of his hair.
The following day he drove out to the property. The pool was indeed drained. But it was obvious it would need more work than just fixing a leaky drain.
It took an hour for him to pull the faulty valve and broken pipe. He also removed the outdated controls in the pool shed. Then he drove to the cheapest place he could think of that would have the parts on hand.
He got what he needed and went back to the property. It took longer to reinstall the parts than he’d anticipated. He still had a little work left to do when he packed up for the day, unhappy the realtor had not showed up to pay him.
He called Sondra and told her the cost of the replacement parts. She seemed irritated at the price, even though he’d given her an accurate quote. Then he told her he had a little additional work that needed to be done with the drain before the pool could be refilled.
This angered her even more. She told him she had a client who was interested in the property the very next day who wanted to see a functioning pool. He told her it would be wise to keep it empty until he could finish the repairs. The earliest he could get out there wouldn’t be until later tomorrow afternoon to finish the job. Her response was to swear at him before the line went dead.
Carl sighed as he shook his head. He had a bad feeling about her. But he didn’t feel like he could abandon a job half finished. So he determined to go back the next day and do what he could to leave the pool in some sort of working order.
The next afternoon he showed up with his scuba gear. For some reason he’d had a bad feeling about Sondra’s call. His worst fears were confirmed when he got there and discovered the pool had been filled overnight.
He cursed the realtor under his breath. But the job still needed to be finished. So he geared up before stepping off the side into the water to see what he could do.
Sondra showed up a half hour later… and she was not a happy camper. Apparently the client had seen the issues with the pool and had immediately exhibited a lack of interest. As far as she was concerned, there was only one person to blame for the loss of the sale.
Carl was at the bottom working on the drain when he heard a banging up at the surface. He exhaled heavily as he shook his head. He could hear her hollering his name as he got closer.
He popped up and saw her standing there glaring at him, one of his tools in her hand. “I lost the deal with Mr. Sunders… and it’s all your fault!”
He pulled the regulator out of his mouth to speak to her. “I’m sorry, Miss Webberly. But I told you the job wasn’t finished. And you owe me for the parts I purchased yesterday to make the replacements.”
“I’m not paying you a damned thing! You cost me a sale!”
“Lady, just write me a check for the parts, ok? Let me finish with this valve. Then I can get out of your hair. If only you hadn’t filled it. Now it’s going to take longer to finish.”
Carl was fed up. He decided he wanted nothing more to do with her. Let someone else deal with the other issues. After the drain repairs, he was through with the inconsiderate bitch.
She did not take it well. “You bastard! I’m not paying you a dime! This is not my fault!” But he had already put the regulator back into his mouth and submerged.
“Hey! I’m not through with you!” His response was an exhalation of bubbles as he headed down toward the pool drain.
She swore at him again, but he was already well out of earshot as he went back to his work. Carl wanted to complete the job and go home. He could deal with the money she owed him later. At least his part of the job would be completed.
Sondra angrily went inside the house to check on another repair. She saw the man hadn’t been out to work on the kitchen yet. That infuriated her even more.
She went back outside and started hollering at Carl again. Now she simply wanted him off her property. She wasn’t going to pay him a damned thing, not after she’d told him the price wasn’t satisfactory.
She had to get his attention by beating against the side of the pool again with one of his tools. He exhaled angrily as he surfaced. “What is it now?” he asked after removing the reg from his mouth.
“Just get the hell out of there, ok? I want you out!”
“Miss Webberly, if I don’t finish with the drain, whoever you hire to come out is going to charge you for work I already did because they’re not going to know how far I got with it. Just let me go back down and finish it up, ok?”
“I told you to get out of my gawd damn pool!” But he responded by putting the reg back into his mouth before submerging again.
“Hey! Get out of there!” But he didn’t seem to hear her.
“Look! I’m going to go inside and take a shower! At least the bathroom still works! You’d better be gone by the time I come back out!”
She huffed angrily as she went inside. She went back to the bathroom, removed her clothes, and took a quick shower. But she was in an ugly mood and was unable to enjoy it, causing her to shorten the duration of her time under the shower head.
She dried herself off and then got back into her sundress. She went back outside, hoping to find him gone. She was enraged to see he was still in the water at the bottom of the pool.
She grabbed one of his tools and beat against the side of the pool with it. “Hey! Get your ass out of my pool! I warned you, asshole!” Then she angrily threw his tool into the water.
He heard the sound and turned just in time to see her toss it in. He exhaled angrily as he headed for the surface. She was right there kneeling at the edge of the pool, ranting and raving while giving him a piece of her mind.
At that moment something in Carl snapped. In anger he grabbed her by the arms. Then he yanked her into the water with a startled cry.
She came right back up spewing obscenities in his direction. “Fuck you, you bitch!” he hollered back. Then he grabbed her and pulled her under.
She screamed out a flurry of bubbles as she twisted out of his grasp. She popped up to the surface, only for him to grab her and pull her back under. She kicked and flailed, further enraging him.
He put the regulator back into his mouth. Then to humiliate her he started pulling her dress off. She screamed bloody murder, losing a flush of bubbles as she twisted and turned in his grasp.
The more she struggled against him, strangely the more aroused he became. As far as he was concerned she deserved what she was getting. But his anger was diminishing, giving way to a growing sexual excitement.
He finally succeeded in getting her dress off. She shot up to the surface and sputtered angrily, telling him she was going to sue him for every last dollar he had. Carl wrapped his arms around her and hauled her back down.
He was so disgusted with her that the next thing to come off was her bra, exposing her breasts so he could have a look. He saw how hard her nipples had become, and it excited him further. Something made him struggle to get her panties off as well, and a bulge developed in his trunks.
Sondra was indignant. She couldn’t believe he was doing this to her! She kept lashing out, only to have him duck out of the way of her flailing arms.
She wriggled free one last time and made it back to the surface. She sputtered, “You fucking pervert!” That was all she got out as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back down.
That was it; he’d had enough of this bitch’s lip. He was going to fix her once and for all! Carl held on tight, allowing the belt around his waist to pull them downward.
Sondra struggled in vain. But this time she couldn’t break free. And it seemed like he was not about to let her go.
She began to panic as she wriggled and struggled in his grasp. He held on tighter, refusing to let go. She let out a cry of horror, losing most of her breath. Then she accidently swallowed water from a contraction in her stomach.
Sondra gurgled as she suddenly began thrashing abut in a panic. Now he had to hold on tight so as not to lose her as she was really wriggling and twisting about. His cock stiffened until it was pulsing with excitement.
He gasped her firmly as she coughed and spasmed. That’s when he realized she was actually drowning. For a moment he came to his senses, instinctively letting her go.
Sondra rose to the surface, still convulsing from gentle heaves in her stomach and chest. She floated lifelessly, staring downward with unseeing eyes as her hitches lessened. Carl looked up at her in astonishment, amazed he was so turned on by her naked body while having drowned the bitch.
He went up and pulled her back down to him, holding her at arm’s length for inspection. Then he reached out to feel her boobs. He touched her all over, enjoying the warmth of her flesh and the softness of her curves.
He fingered her slit and discovered she was wet. He was horny, and he wanted to use her for some relief. Carl split her legs and humped her crotch from behind as he forced her to face downward.
Her body jerked around as he humped her from behind while standing on the pool floor. Her hair flowed as her arms and legs splayed outward He gasped into his regulator until his cock finally went off, spurting into his trunks as he ground against her crotch.
Carl turned her around, pulled her close and looked right into her face. He trembled from an unexpected excitement at seeing the shock in her eyes. Then he cruelly pushed into her stomach. It forced a few bubbles out of her flooded lungs.
He let her go, only to watch as her body slowly drifted to the floor of the pool onto her back. He shivered again from a perverse excitement. Then he decided he should probably get the hell out of there.
Carl collected his tools, climbed out of the pool and quickly shed his gear. Then he hauled everything out to his truck. He made sure he left nothing behind before he drove away. But the memory remained strong in his mind. By the time he pulled into his driveway he was hard again…
2018 (written Jan 29 ’18 by riwa)
(Inspired by the preview pics from the H2Ogems clip “I need you out of here NOW!” that I used as illustrations.)
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