Rick used the dolly to wheel Chad up the hill from the employee parking lot to the back entrance of the Country Club. He wheeled Chad through the back passageways and into the pool house.
A gruff man in a white uniform growled, "Ricky, you're late."
"I had to pickup the keg for the Hanover guys," Rick explained.
"Bah! Get dressed and get to work." The man through a bit of fabric in Rick's face, then left. Chad at first thought it was a rag, and Rick was a janitor. Instead, Rick stripped naked, and stepped into tiny bit of fabric. It was a thong.
Rick was one of the Country Club's infamous pool boys. Chad was laughing on the inside, until Rick said, "I gotta pee," and put the funnel back in the keg.
The hot liquid entering the cold already inside Chad was a good wake up call. Better than coffee. Chad really was a keg. Last night, his friends had drunk him dry and filled him with piss. Now he was at the Country Club, and tonight the guys from Hanover football were going to drink him. Boy, they'll be disappointed, thought Chad imaging them drinking pass.
Rick seemed to guess Chad's thoughts, or perhaps shared them. "Well, it would be cool if the Hanover team drank piss, but in about three more hours your contents should be pure beer again. Guess, what we're gonna fill you with tonight after you're emptied? " Rick patted the keg, and giggled. He put on his sunglasses, grabbed a handful of clean towels, and a tube of sunscreen, and headed out the door.
A woman called, "Pool boy, over here. I need lotion!"
Rick visibly cringed as the door swung shut behind him.