Blended Ch 4

“I’m not a small,” Piper informs Riley.

The gym is quiet and smells like disinfectant cleaner. It’s busy right after business hours, but not later in the evening. Riley is lucky to have the good evening shifts.

“Yeah, but if I’m having to wave my booty around, you gotta do the boobage,” Riley tells Piper, handing her the shirt.

“Get Kayla for that,” Piper grumbles as she puts the shirt on, pretending not to notice Riley staring.

They go on shift and take over for the stoner who mans the counter in the afternoon and early evening. Piper familiarizes herself with things while Riley flits around the gym, taking care of everything that the stoner neglected: putting paper towels in the machines, refilling the disinfectant, putting free weights back on the rack, and wiping up obvious sweat drops on the rubber flooring.

Piper has never formally worked for a gym before, but it’s nothing she can’t handle. Riley’s supervisor will get her money’s worth. There is a little dance at the gym, where people politely ignore each other and check each other out without being too obvious about it. At least, usually. There’s good entertainment to be had when people watching with an eye for that part of the experience.

Riley’s a different person when she’s working. She’s all smiles and positive energy. Even in her soccer shorts, she’s the kind of cute, bubbly girl that a place like this wants as its mascot. In her leggings, she’s going for the jugular. It’s almost like a cartoon how guys will stare at her. The women checking out her package do so more out of curiosity than horniness, but curiosity is the foot in the door.

For Piper’s part, she accepts the gifts that life offers her. She’s a red-blooded, American bisexual who appreciates the finer things, but she has enough sense and pride to try to be sensible about her stepsiblings.

Here, though? When Riley’s on all fours, scrubbing the floor in those leggings, Piper has thoughts and feelings that would make a hentai mangaka blush.

“Hey.”

Piper’s chewing her lip, her eyes glued to Riley’s peachy ass. She shakes herself awake. “Oh, hey. Ash. I didn’t know you came here.”

The short, deeply insubstantial guy in front of her wears basketball shorts and a hoodie. He looks pale and weak because he is.

“Yeah, I lift here,” he says.

Ash has two of Gurlberg’s most popular guys as his housemates. One of them is a certified gym rat: a vain, inexplicably benign, yet narcissistic, utterly brainless heartthrob. The other is the only male at UFG who has ever caught Piper’s eye.

“Where are Flynn and Graham?” she asks.

Ash looks bitter, but not before his eyes fail to resist a glance at Piper’s breasts straining against the T-shirt. The poor guy’s so short that he’s eye-level with them, so Piper doesn’t count it against him. “I think you know why I don’t lift with them.”

“Fair enough.” Piper scans Ash’s barcode. “Have a good workout.”

“Thanks. Heads up, Kayla’s coming,” Ash says over his shoulder as he trots off toward the machines.

[ PSA - don't be spooked by the existence of men in this story. They exist in Gurlberg and may even matter to the plot, but this is a futa/f and/or futa/futa story. Don't worry. ]