“Yes!” You say with only the briefest hesitation.
“Then let me close up shop first.” Cleo swims to the center of the pool and holds her arms out. Suddenly the water starts glowing a soft pink before flickering out like a light bulb burning out. She put up a sign saying, “CLOSED” at the counter. Cleo swims back toward you, her body undulating sensually, perhaps a mermaid’s equivalent to a woman’s sexy strutting? If so, it definitely works. As she grabs your hand she whispers into your ear, “Now to show you the true pleasures of a mermaid’s body.”
She pulls you toward the back of the tank, your tail swishing to keep up with her. Swimming with a tail was an amazing experience, not at all like dolphin kicking with legs. Then again, your tail was just that, an extension of your spine, not at all the “fused legs” so many artworks made mermaid tails out to be.
Reaching the back of the tank, Cleo opened a door leading within the tent behind the booth. Inside was her dressing room. There were a number of bathing suit tops hung in an open closet, bowls of seafood, a vanity and a giant half clamshell with what appeared to be a large mattress or cushion. Cleo led you straight to the clamshell piece of furniture and sat down, her tail gently curling around as she removed her bikini top exposing her perfectly round and perky breasts; the nipples standing proudly erect.
“So, shall we make love slowly so you can savor it; or would you prefer not to wait and just, if you pardon the pun, dive right in?”