C2: The Pool - p1

I avoided brushing my face too much in my morning shower so that the smell of Jenni's juices won't fade away completely.

We did it for almost an hour and fell asleep until 9 am. Thank God, Jenni asked the rest of the Sharks to join us at the Pool at 10.30 am. We had enough time to prepare and ride off.

It was 10.35 when we finally reached our private pool.

I parked my ShadowXV in the underground car park and stepped out of the car alongside Jenni.

I was wearing a long-sleeved white shirt and white pants as always. It's my work suit. And not to forget the high-tech sunglasses that allowed me to connect with Meg at all times. The glasses were blue now. It meant the coast was clear.

"We're late again," Jenni said, gazing at her phone.

I grinned. "At least we had a fun morning. Where's your bath suit?"

"I'm wearing my bikini underneath," she winked.

"Oh God, let's go already then." I grabbed her by the hand and led the way into the building.

The Pool.

It was a location reserved only for the members of my team, owned by Carry. One of the Sharks, and my best friend.

It's just a building simply made for one pool, secured by Carry's guards, and the place where my entire team of Sharks came to plot our next mission.

We had to keep a low profile, or all of us would be in the CAGE.

Grabbing Jenni's hand, I ran up the stairs, dragging her all the way.

"Slow down! I'll trip you idiot~ arghh!" She screamed as she went. Nothing sexier than hearing Jenni scream.

As we reached the top of the stairs, we were sweating. Carry did not trust elevators much, so she asked the engineers to not add an elevator when they drew the map for this.

The guard at the entrance scanned our eyes and let us through. The door slid open, and we entered.

"There they are! Motherfucker! Always fucking late!" One of the boys screamed from below. I leaned against the stairs and watched from above with a grin.

Everyone was already there inside the pool, splashing away in the water.

"Jenni!? So, you were fucking him last night?" Lyla, our goth girl, screamed at Jenni from the pool as she saw her enter.

Jenni quickly ran down the stairs to join the Sharks. "Nah nah, guys. He had to pay me 20k just for a 5-minute blow job!" she lied, trying to conceal that free ride she gave me this morning.

"Mhm, worth every penny," I added to it.

She gazed at me and blew a kiss in my direction with her soft lips.

"Woohoo!" The guys and the girls cheered.

I unbuttoned my shirt, threw it on the rail of the stairs, and took off my pants right there. I was wearing my swimming shorts underneath. Convenient, yes.

"He's gonna do the flip, guys!" Gendy screamed, taking everyone's attention to me. I pushed back my sunglasses just in case and stood up on the rail.

"FLIP! FLIP! FLIP! FLIP! FLIP!"

I breathed and gazed at the sweet-looking Jenni sliding her smooth legs into the water. She was wearing a thin dark bikini that made her look twice as hot.

I shook my head and let the cheers sync into my brain.

Then, I leaped into the air, somersaulted, and cannonballed right into the Pool.

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After some splashing around and having some fun in the pool, we sat around the rim of the pool in a circle, ready to plan out the Juno Project.

In our team of Sharks, the eight of us were the leaders behind the game.

First, there's my bestie, Carry Cox. Our engineer, the girl wearing the very revealing golden bikini, also has a really gorgeous smile and is the hottest girl on Earth that wears glasses. She was a billionaire, owning multiple companies. And one of the greatest masterminds behind the Sharks.

Then, the stunning Jenni Coffman. At first, she was my teacher in sword training, but she began to grow real close to my bed. Along the way, I found out that she would fit right in as a mastermind.

Next up is Blondie, or Sheila Flux. She's as hot as it gets, and she's probably one of the most stunning women in the porn industry, with the most number of subs on her Onlyfans.

What can I say? She likes doing it, even though she is a shareholder in many companies, even on my own.

And our final girl, Lyla Croft. The girl who looks like a hot goth girl from the 20th century, and was the spiciest in our crew. She's an owner of a company that makes hoverbikes. Haven't met a cooler woman in my life. She's a chill pill.

And finally, the boys, including me.

Gendy Gris. A mad black man who looks like one of those guys who sleeps in the gym. Taller than everyone in our group, the strongest, and the most rad.

Then, it's Crowley. Nagashi Hayame is one of the most renowned developers in Japan, the owner of multiple game companies, and a great mind for the Sharks. He's an emo guy who likes femboys. Everyone's different, you know.

And last but not least, Barry the Hitman.

He's a blondie with bad eyesight. Always wears T-shirts. He's sort of a murderer, someone who likes it. He's a complex character. You gotta know him to know him.

And that's it for the Sharks. I don't like to brief myself cause I am not the one you need to ask for it.

Gendy grabbed the floating beach ball on the water and sat down on the rim, quite a distance from where I sat.

So, here's how the game is played. You throw around the ball; the leader goes first. The one to catch it describes the plan, gives opinions, and adds more to the plan.

"Okay, Kim. You go, my dagger." Gendy threw the beach ball at me.

I caught it and cleared my throat, ready to start the session. "Ahem, now. Silence in the pool, my dear Sharks."

"Shhh…" Lyla kept her finger on her lips and made a shushing sound for everyone.

With a grin, I gazed at the ball in hand, spinning it between my fingers. Repeating this action, I closed my eyes to get in the zone. The zone of the World's Greatest Mastermind.

"So, the Juno Project…."

///To be continued///

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