Chris was relaxing on a flat dry cushion beside the pool. Rachel was on her side watching him protectively, and Kit was close by still soaking in the pool. He saw someone dressed in white approach, obviously a staff member, "Mr. Rothchild sir, I have a message for you." As soon as the messenger had his attention, he continued, "Goddess Vanessa is assisting the staff with something very important due and will join you later today. In the meantime we encourage you to enjoy all that the resort has to offer." The messenger set down a fresh glass of resort punch before heading off as quickly as he arrived. 

Rachel faced him, "looks like you may have to just settle for the two of us." The emphasis in her voice laying on thick sarcasm as both goddesses laughed. Kit picked a grape from a nearby bowl and slipped it up to his lips. The sweet flavor was slipping down his throat as they both noticed Rachel's face turn to discomfort. She stopped breathing a moment, and they could see her sernasa run it's course before she spoke again, "wow. Usually the men in level three aren't even that strong." She slipped her fingers to his chin and brushed him playfully, "you must be headed there soon, we better enjoy you while we can." He had only just arrived at level two, and as much as he was enjoying it, these resort veterans telling him he might soon be promoted made him wonder how soon he might see level three. "Kit we must get you a taste, and we're going to need to know what type he is. You really think he's a customer? Maybe he's a slave." 

Chris was half turned on and half curious at their meaning as they discussed him like a piece of property. "Customer? Slave? what do you mean?" 

Kit giggled a little at his question. "Ohh sweetie. We've pleasured lots of princes. These are just our little codewords. The more we know about you the better we can pamper you, so why don't you just tell us. customers, like us to constantly tease them, not unlike strippers. slaves, like to be passed around like property, and to do whatever we wish."

Rachel's fingers gripped his face to force his attention on her before she picked up the explanation, "doctors, get hot just admiring and inspecting our bodies, while cowboys like to climb us and ride us, and be in charge, tell us exactly what to do." Chris was not surprised, and actually kind of turned on, at their methodical categorization. "Of course nobody is one-dimensional, these are just some of our pet names for the pampering we find men like the most. Tell Goddess Rachel, what type are you?" Chris felt their attention on him as they waited for an answer. Truthfully, while all of it sounded enticing, he didn't feel any of their pet-names described him. 

Impatient, Rachel's fingers pushed at his chin, inspecting his face as if looking at him she could somehow answer the question for herself. "Hmm, definitely not a cowboy." Even as she forced his head about, his eyes tracked the new size of her frame, the new shape of her breasts. Where they had previously been the same size, Rachel was now noticeably larger than her friend Kit. "Certainly a little doctor in him, but that's not it. Here, we'll do a little test." Rachel patted her hand on the ground, right where Kit was resting against the edge of the pool. "Sit here for me Chris, dip your feet in the pool." He preferred following directions to the pressure of answering her question, so he turned himself towards Kit. "Go ahead, she won't bite." Kit not only didn't move, but he felt Rachel pushing him towards her, until he felt like he was being forced to shove his lap into her face. Rachel whispered over his shoulder, "put your cock in her mouth. Give her a taste." Chris was still flacid, having climaxed less than a couple minutes earlier, but looking at Kit eyeing him hungrily he couldn't help but comply. Kit's motions were as relaxed as she was, just chilling on the edge of the pool, twirling him about in her mouth. He enjoyed it, her attentions, but it wasn't doing much for his state of arousal. "He shouldn't be spent this early in the day. Maybe you're right Kit, maybe he is a customer." 

Kit drew herself away from him. "I'm telling you, I can see it in his eye." She looked at him deeply as she began to rise out of the pool. "I think you'll get ready for me if I perform for you." She stood, her waist now barely out of the water, and began to caress herself. First her arms and tummy, then her hands pressing up into her breasts. She turned around slowly, showing him her backside as she pressed her butt into his lap. He couldn't help the urge to wrap his hands around her waist. She encouraged it, guiding his hands against her until they cupped the bottom of her breasts. She stayed there a while, just rubbing and pulsing up against him. Eventually she felt him start to react. "Mmm, that's what Kitty wants." The way she held and rubbed his hands into her breasts pulled him tighter against her as she gyrated her hips. "The sooner you get bigger for Kitty, the sooner she'll get bigger for you." She let him free and quickly dropped under the water, surfacing a moment later facing him. Her hair was wet and slicked back, and she wiped water from her face as soon as it broke the surface. Moments later she loomed above him, his legs gently pinned against the pool edge by her thighs. She leaned forward, using her breasts to force him over until he was lying back against the cushion, her body covering and dripping water down onto him. Her lips crushed into his, and her tongue explored him for a moment in a short but violently passionate kiss. 

Kit receded away from the kiss, dragging her breasts and body down against his. She could tell he had fully reacted as her breasts slid down around the sides of his erection. She took it into her mouth at her first opportunity. As his head lay back, he could see Rachel watching them with a passive interest. She was still lying on her side, and leaned over to entertain him with a kiss as Kitty slowly and surely worked him towards her reward. Rachel stayed close when the kiss ended, "I think Kitty was right, you are a customer. She's a stripper, she can always spot them." Rachel watched Kit for a moment, and then her next sernasa started. Chris saw her eyes roll back and her muscles tense before he fixed on her swelling breasts. Kitty's motions were growing faster, and faster, and watching Rachel grow while Kitty worked him, even as overstimulated as he was, sent him over the edge. He didn't find it extremely satisfying as climaxes go, especially not compared to Vanessa's treat this morning, but it was still entirely pleasurable. 

"You already had another one!?" Kitty was looking over at Rachel's even larger form with a bit of envy. "That is no fair. How are we going to stay twin sisters with you so much bigger. His next one is mine too." Rachel waved her hand at the commentary as if she didn't care how Kitty divided up the tonyata. Chris, on the other hand, was beginning to feel like the property of these two growing goddesses. For a moment he had completely forgotten about Vanessa amidst their advances.