Trying to ignore the camera woman filming her, Trish cupped her breasts with her hands and stepped boldly out of the locker room.
Her confidence was short lived. Being stranded naked in a women's changing room was one thing, but stepping out into her hotel pool area - busy with residents - was another thing entirely. All activity stopped as their gazes turned towards the stunning woman wearing nothing but a championship belt and the skin of her hands. The thrill she had felt at their attention earlier seemed like a foolish thing, now; all she wanted was for them to look away.
Unfortunately for her, Eve was not quite finished. Although she couldn't begin another match for at least 24 hours, she had stayed hidden in the pool area waiting for Trish to emerge. Now that she had, Eve crept up behind her and yanked the belt from around her waist. Trish gave a squeal of surprise, and shifted her hands so that her pussy was covered. Taking advantage of the distraction, Eve threw the belt into the pool.
"You might be a championship wrestler," Eve taunted "but let's see how you are at diving!"
Panicking, Trish knelt at the pool's edge and, covering her breasts with her arm, dipped her other hand into the pool to try and snatch the belt back. For some reason, however, it seemed to have sunk out of her reach.
"It's made of gold, you blonde ditz." Eve said to her.
"This is a great angle." the camera woman commented.
Trish looked over her shoulder. Sure enough, her legs were spread slightly as she knelt by the pool, and the camera woman was taking the opportunity to get a close-up of Trish's pussy! With another squeal Trish threw herself into the pool. The relief she felt at it's questionable cover was short lived, however. She looked over at Eve, who was holding up a white, plastic card - Trisha's room key!
"Guess what I found." she taunted "I'll tell you what; let's do a trade. You give me the belt, and I'll give you this key back."
"That's mine!" Trish roared "Give it back!"
"Tut tut. You're hardly in a position to make demands. I'll tell you what; while you recover your belt and cool off a little, I'm going to head into the hotel bar. Meet me there if you're ready to make the trade."
With that Eve left, taking Trish's room key with her.
Unfortunately for our heroine, this still left her naked in her hotel pool. She could see the black and gold on the floor, the wavy outline shifting with the ripples on the water's surface. She tried grabbing it with her toes and lifting it that way, but it proved too heavy and slipped from her grip. She turned towards one of the hotel guests; a man who was staring transfixedly on her chest. On his head were a pair of goggles.
"Excuse me." Trish said to him "Could you do me a favour and get my belt for me?"
"Uh, sure thing." he replied, slipping the goggles on and ducking under the water.
Covering her breasts with her hands, and trusting the water to protect her lower half from the other residents, she looked around at their astonished faces and gave a nervous smile. She had hoped that one of them might have stepped forward and offered her a towel or something, but for some reason they seemed disinclined to give the gorgeous naked blonde any sort of coverage. It was quite a mystery.
Speaking of mysteries... Trish looked down. She could still see the outline of her belt beneath the surface, and she could see the man in the goggles too, but for some reason he wasn't making an attempt to grab it. A few seconds passed while she tried to figure it out. He could swim under the water; that was clear. And although it was too heavy to pick up with her feet, he would be using his hands. So what was he...?
Then it hit her. The water protected her lower half from the rest of the pool; those who were above water. But he wasn't above the water. Trish quickly moved her hands, covering her crotch and breasts as best she could. The man surfaced a moment later, belt in his grip.
"Thanks for the show, dear." he said to her, handing it over.
"You're bloody welcome." she growled.
Of course, exiting the pool was no easier. The ladder was on the far side of the pool, and Trish would be damned if she took any longer like this than she had to. Throwing her belt onto the side of the pool, she braced her arms against the rim and lifted herself out of the water. The camera girl moved quickly to get a shot of Trish's exposed breasts and pussy, and it occured to her that she was showing her backside to the entire pool. She quickly got a foot onto the rim and hauled herself out of the water before grabbing the belt and holding it against her crotch.
Eve had her room key for the time being, although it occured to Trish that the hotel reception would also have a spare key. This was a bit of a risk, though, as it meant Eve would have her own key and be able to access her room at any time. But could Trish really give up the belt?
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