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I worked at a local water park in my first year of university. When I first got the job, I thought I’d be selling drinks at the kiosk or telling kids not to run by the pool or whatever. But no, I was told to turn up on Saturday morning and put on the mascot costume. Buddy Beaver.I turn up on the day wondering whether I would last the whole shift, let alone the whole season. The park manager, Frankie, shows me to a small changeroom area with some lockers and a small fridge. Some costumes are hanging in the corner and a bench is partitioned in the middle.“Blokes that side,” Frankie says, “the ladies on this side. The shower is through there. Take a break every two hours and finish at three. Any questions?”“Sounds fine to me,” I say.As Frankie shows Sex hikayeleri me around, a young woman walks in, about my age. Short blonde hair and very fit looking. She wore running shorts and a white tee shirt. She threw her bag on the bench and then smiled at me.“You must be the new guy?” she said, “I’m Chelsea. Frankie tell you how hot you’re going to be?”“Hi, I’m Tim,” I replied, suddenly unsure of myself.“Didn’t Frankie tell you there were two of us?” she asked, “you’re Buddy Beaver. I’m Betty. Don’t worry, just get your costume on. I’ll talk you through it.”“Well, if you two have this under control,” Frankie interrupted,” I’ll get on with my work. Twenty minutes, Chels, don’t be late.”“Yeah, no worries,” Chelsea waves him Sikiş hikayeleri off.I put on the costume and realise how hot it’s going to be. Before I put the head on, Chelsea brings me a Gatorade.“You’re going to sweat buckets,” she tells me, “get this into you.”The first two-hour swing goes pretty quickly. All we have to do is wave at kids as they come in, and mostly they ignore us. We head back inside the changing room. As soon as we can, we take the heads off and unzip our costumes to our waists. Chelsea’s white tee shirt is soaked in sweat and stuck to her. I find myself staring at her tits, visible through her shirt.“Getting a good look there, Buddy Beaver,” she accuses me.“Oh, sorry,” I say.I curse myself for getting Erotik hikaye caught and feel like an absolute idiot. I grab a drink and sit around the other side of the bench. “Don’t feel bad,” she reassures me, “everyone who works with me sneaks a peek.”“I’m sorry, it won’t happen again,” I tell her, “How long have you worked here?”“Four years,” she replied, “since I was sixteen.”“Always in the beaver suit?”“Yep, when I got here I was a gymnast. I had acne, braces and no tits. So Frankie put me in here. Same reason you’d be in here. You’re pretty skinny.”“It’s like that, is it?”“Not totally. Frankie’s OK,” she said, “he’s all above board, but everyone has to look the part.”“You look the part now,” I tell her. “Don’t tell Frankie,” she says. “Nobody wants to sit at the top of a water slide all day. Come on. Time to get back out there.”The rest of the day passes slowly. By the time we come back in, I feel like a puddle. I strip off the costume as Chelsea hands me another Gatorade and switches on a fan.