At the gym

Dominic started to run on the treadmill to lose the calories she gained. But after only two minutes, she was out of breath and exhausted.

She, then, tried to lift some weight, but not only couldn't she lift her usual weights, but she also got quickly exhausted. While looking down, depressed at her newfound weakness, a woman approached her. Tall and muscular, she oozed confidence.

"Don't try to **** yourself, bunny. Start small, I can help if you want." She told her, passing her hand on Dominic cheeks.

The new bimbo, shivered from delight of that touch, but mostly from that strong and confident attitude. She was more into strong, macho men, but that woman was close enough to make her want to feel her body on her. In fact, she liked it so much, she didn't react on being belittled by her.

She meekly nodded.

"Ok, then, come here. I'm Clara, by the way."

Dominic tried to show her that she couldn't talk and Clara smiled.

"Oh, you can't talk, bunny? That's ok, I like the quiet ones." She said with a wink.

Clara led her to another bench and helped her with the weight. Quite often, she got really close to Dominic, and she got to smell her sweat, which was making her horny. So horny, that she couldn't really work properly, and at some point, the blond woman told her.

"Why do you want to get stronger so much, bunny? I can protect you, if you want."

Coming back to her sense after daydreaming on her gym partner, Dominic looked at her confused.

"I can be your mommy, my little bunny, I can take care of you."

The new bimbo turned red, she wasn't a sub, but damn that girl was making her feel like one... Or maybe it was this body, maybe she was led to believe, that...

Jake arrived at the bar, it was a perfect closure for his day, a good drink before enjoying a well deserved night. He sat at the counter and a heavily tattooed Asian woman came to see him.

"What can I serve you?" She asked.

"I don't know, give me something that will fit the end of a long day."

"A kiss of goodnight then."

Jake looked at her, confused.

"It's a cocktail." She explained.

"Oh!"

She poured several drinks in a glass and gave it to him. It smelled fruity and wasn't too strong, just enough to enjoy.

"What kind of job are you doing?" The barmaid asked.

"Sport agent."

"You like it?"

"I... Why do you ask?"

"The end of a long day."

"Oh, yeah. I'm not sure, I want to continue... I don't know... I don't even remember who I was an agent of..."

"I see... And what do you like? What do you want to do?"

"To work for people that at least respect what I'm trying to do for them!"

"Mmmh... Tough one! But you're in luck. I think that woman, over there, look for someone with your skills, and I'm sure she'll be really grateful if you help her."

Jake took a look in the direction the barmaid shows and see a beautiful woman, with long black hairs, a tattoo of a butterfly above an impressive chest, and dressed in short pink clothes.

"I don't know if I'm ready to talk work tonight."

"Then just say hello and see where things are going."

She wasn't wrong, nothing bad with a chat with a pretty woman.

"Thanks." Jake said, giving her a $20 bill.

He took his drink and walked to her.

"Can I sit?" He asked.

The woman looked at him, exhaustion in her eyes.

"Sure."

Jake sat, and couldn't help but ask.

"The barmaid said you may need an agent... Are you ok?"

She looked at him, surprised. She quickly looked at the barmaid, then back at him, her inviting plump lips slightly open.

"An agent? That..." She started to say before taking a more pensive look. "... that maybe a good idea..."

"I'm Jake. What do you do that I could help with?"

"I'm Carmen, I'm..."