After Callissa entered the pool, the last woman, Meredith, began removing her clothing.

“Oh, a little shy around your friends, are you?” Jad teased.

“Well, to be honest, I had hoped to convince you to let me free, after everyone else had gone,” she said with resignation, emphasizing the innuendo in the word ‘convince’. She paused as she lifted her dress over her head. She seemed a lot more experienced at this and needed no assistance. She wore no panties and her pubic hair was completely shaven.

“But, after you last comment, I’m guessing that that’s not going to happen.”

“Nope,” Jad said with a smile as she began unlacing her corset. Her sizable, pale breasts spilled out as she slipped off this final garment. She now only wore a simple pair of leather thong sandals.

She sighed again and looked him in the eye, her face in a stern expression.

“You’re going to drown us all, aren’t you?” she accused. “There will be no winner. Tell, me, why should I even try at all?”

Jad shrugged. He sensed that she was pretty good at seeing past deception so he decided to just be honest with her.

“Well, if it were up to me, you’d all drown,” he admitted, bringing forth a scowl from the woman.

“But it ain’t up to me,” he gestured to the pool. “He’s got the final decision. He knows that I’ve already got plenty of…” he searched for a word, “playthings for myself. If you really impress him, I won’t be surprised if he cuts you free.”

She seemed to accept this. They both stood in silence, staring into the pool below. The Southerner seemed to have her legs wrapped around him and was fucking like mad, although the details were difficult to make out.

Inevitably, a violent stream of bubbles rose to the surface. Seth took his time disentangling himself from her but soon moved her body to the side of the pool and signaled for the final challenger.

“I could use a hand with the weight,” she said primly. He obliged her. After a count of three, she and the weight splashed in.