Wicked Witches Vacationing (Patreon)

It felt like a blow to the head like a stray tennis serve or someone whacking him in the head with a baseball bat. Not a real one, but those

It felt like a blow to the head as if a stray tennis serve had hit him, or maybe someone whacking him in the head with a bat. Not a real baseball one, but those plastic ones for kids. There was no sound though. Just a sudden jerk to the side and dull pain spreading through the head, leaving a trail of migraine and brain fog.

Nick felt his head, checking for blood, and looked in the direction the blow came from. Three old ladies were camped next to each other on sun loungers on the other side of the pool, all staring in his direction. One bit her lip while the other two were having a hushed conversation. They looked well off, given their accessories, nails, and haircuts. If you only saw their bodies you would have guessed a way lower age than their faces revealed. He didn't really peg them for the kind of people who would throw stuff at other people. But perhaps they were the kind of entitled people who would harass younger guests and staff at resorts after a few cocktails in the sun. But wouldn't they be more interested in someone hot, like a barechested 21-year-old pool boy, not a 33-year-old pasty, skinny system administrator in Red Hat tux T-shirt like him? Fuck his head hurt. Where was his T-shirt? He looked down at his evenly bronzed juice pecs and rippling abs. Something about that was wrong. He should walk over to the ladies and ask them... Ask them what? He just stood there for a bit, sun at his back, the pool dancing in front of him, and not a single thought passed through his mind. Then the ladies caught his eye. They could definitely tell him what to do next. Somehow he felt compelled to get wet first.