Catch up to friends

She was late. The toy store had taken more time than she'd thought, but fuck if it wasn't worth it. The little thing clipped to her sex had set her libido into overdrive; it took a lot of effort just to focus on driving. But she made it to the gym safely and hurried inside, barely remembering to grab her bag from the trunk.

As she passed the front counter, she saw her friends already chatting with two of the male employees, Sam and Eric.

The place was a fairly exclusive climbing gym, requiring membership by referral, and it was very popular with women because they hired almost exclusively gorgeous men and dressed them in tight athletic wear for a uniform. Sam was a very attractive black man in his twenties with big arms and powerful thighs. The stretchy shorts the men had to wear also let them hide nothing below the belt, and the guy was packing a big dick.

Mercy's friend Tori was already flirting shamelessly with the guy, which was no surprise. Everyone suspected she'd already slept with him at least twice in the year since they gained membership. She was a notorious flirt, and made it no secret that she preferred black guys. And they seemed to really like her, too. Standing at 5'4" with a round, freckled face and wavy red hair, Tori's body was bangin'. Plenty of guys referred to her as a phat-ass white girl, and Tori wore the label with pride because it fit. She had large, natural breasts, a nice trim waist, with big' ol hips and an ass that would absolutely not quit.

Beside Tori was Emily, already halfway up the wall. She was almost a perfect opposite of the redhead. Emily was in great shape, having played soccer and volleyball since she was a child, but where Tori's physique was sexual and curvy, Emily's entire body was lean and athletic. Modest breasts and a tight, firm butt. Aside from her killer legs, Emily was just an average brown-eyed, brown-haired white girl next door. Mercy knew the girl was jealous of the attention the rest of them got from men, but she really didn't do much to get attention. She dressed in plain clothes and didn't step outside of her established routines very much. Mercy knew that Emily was hot, but Emily didn't believe it.

Mercy suspected that a lot of Emily's insecurity stemmed from spending so much time standing next to Adrienne, the final member of the group. Adrienne was a goddess, gorgeous and glamourous and flawless. It would have been a lie to say that Mercy hadn't entertained the odd sexual thoughts of Adrienne. Who hadn't? She could tempt a statue. The woman was tall, nearly six feet, and built like a work of art. All her proportions were perfect; her breasts full and round, but not so large as to distract from her slender frame and gently flared hips and perfect, heart-shaped ass. With her naturally olive skin tone and bright blue eyes, no one was quite sure what her ethnic background was, and she didn't say. It was definitely a mix of several.

Adrienne was a professional model, known probably worldwide. She'd featured in countless national ads and was the reason the group was able to even get membership at the gym. When Adrienne wanted something, she usually got it. Which made it interesting that she seemed to never have any dates. She did keep a busy schedule, but come on: she could have any guy she wanted. She was awfully private, though, even with her friends, so maybe that was it.

The other man, belaying for Emily while Sam and Tori took entirely too long fitting Tori with her harness, was Eric. Eric was a certified hunk. Sandy brown hair, dark piercing eyes, and a lean, muscled body all the girls swooned over regularly. There was just something about Eric, and it wasn't just the obvious bulge in his tight shorts. He was always professional, never flirting with anyone, but there was an intensity one could almost feel while talking to him, like his professionalism was a thin mask and underneath he was an animal. His name came up a lot in the locker room, but as far as anyone knew, he never actually hooked up with customers. He was unattainable.

Mercy bit her lip, openly staring at Eric's ass for several seconds, completely lost in the gentle hum of her vibrator before someone snapped fingers to get her attention. It was Adrienne, shaking her head and laughing. "Go get changed already. Unless you're going up in your skirt."

She did go, and hurried through the process. She probably should have taken the vibrator out, but as soon as she considered it as an option, she knew she wouldn't. It was too good, and the idea of being helplessly aroused around people was intoxicating. Quickly stripping down, she found her inner thighs slick with juices. Fuck, this thing was really doing work. It was a struggle to pull on her tight leggings without moaning, but she was pleased to find that the toy remained perfectly concealed beneath the material as long as she didn't hike the pants up too tightly around her crotch.

After she finished changing, she ran back out to the floor. Her heavy breathing had very little to do with the quick jog. Adrienne was on the wall when she arrived, and Sam was rotating Tori off the line so Mercy could have a turn.

"Damn, girl. Lookin' real good tonight." Sam said, grinning. "Ready to go?"

Mercy looked down. Her sports bra cradled her breasts just right to perfectly and prominently display her diamond-hard nipples. She felt the eyes of Sam, Tori, and Emily on her and she couldn't help but moan softly. She only hoped her wet cunt didn't start to soak through her pants.