First, we jump around a little.

Helen sighed as the girl nuzzled deeper into her bosom. The protesters had once again shown up to their gym, and she'd foolishly assigned one of the new girls at the front desk. Tina, a girl from the local college, had been barely employed a week and she hadn't had the time to prepare the coed for this. In fact, Helen couldn't remember why she didn't feel the need to do so before today, but the girls who'd protested evidently knew what they were doing, so surely it wasn't the first time this had happened.

Tina had just returned from the back room, haven given a male patron the blowjob they offered as part of the gym membership, only to find a flock of young girls openly arguing at the front desk. The girl, bless her soul, had tried her best to stand her ground, but had been quickly overwhelmed.

"Why do you only offer blowjob to patrons?"

"It's unfair! I too should be given oral sex for becoming a member of this gym!"

"Eat my cunt, you fucking slut!"

Helen had rushed from her office, finding her new employee in a near state of panic, repeatedly screaming "I'm sorry! I'm only allowed to offer blowjobs! I'm not the one who makes the rules." as she hid behind the desk.

It had taken a while, but Helen finally managed to calm the raging women; mostly being able to do so after having assigned Brian to the desk. Evidently, the angry protested seemed happier with having a man behind the desk. They left mumbling how content they were knowing that a man was also **** to offer the blowjob deal to new gym comers.

Helen didn't know why that mattered - most if not all guys turned down the offer when Brian suggested it. It was part of the fun, trying to go to the gym when a girl was behind the counter. It's also why she'd hired mostly girls to manage the front desk; free blowjobs meant more memberships.

"You alright dear?" she asked the girl in her lap. "How much more to you think you need?"

Tina removed Helen's nipple from between her lips, taking a deep breath. There was still a small amount of wild panic in her eyes. "I don't know ma'am. I mean, it was so overwhelming. All those angry girls. I... I just don't know. That's never happened to me before. I-"

"Hush" she said, silencing the girl by pulling her back to her ample chest. "Just relax and suck on my boob some more."

The young coed immediately took the offered flesh, sucking gently on the now long hard nipple. As the manager gently patted the girl's hair, she sighed once more. Brian could hopefully continue to run the front desk until Tina had calmed down. Thankfully, the night shift wasn't busy.

"Do I really have to take off my panties?"

Amelia rolled her eyes at her whining friends, annoyed at having to repeat her argument. "Yes, you do. It's how things work at the gym. We specifically came late at night, when there's less people around, for you to be more comfortable for that very reason!"

Julia just glared, her arms crossed in front of her. "I know! But gosh, it's... It's so embarrassing. I feel totally naked wearing nothing underneath my gym shorts. Why? Why do we do this?"

Amelia sighed. She was happy the change room was empty, or else she and her friends would have amassed a lot of unwanted attention. "I told you before: it's to let your crotch breath. And, it's easier to do certain stretches when you don't have panties confining your movements."

"I get that!" her friend argued back. "But is there any evidence of that! I mean, guys don't remove their underwear when they go to the gym!"

"Guys'. Crotches. Don't. Need. To. Breath." she emphasized, tired of this debate. "Their penises hang in front of their legs; our vaginas are buried between them. We're more prone to having our privates covered in sweat. Thus, we take our panties off to let the air flow easier. It's simple."

"It's bullshit."

"Look," Amelia said, turning towards the changing room exit, "If you don't like it, you can simply work out at home."

"Noooo," whined her friend, "You know I can't muster the motivation to do that. It's why we're here!"

"Then, let's go!" and she took Julia's hand and started dragging her towards to the door.

"I wish B was here!" the defeated girl moaned.

Amelia scoffed a laugh. "You just want to suck her tits to calm down." Out of the three of them, only their friend Britney had boobs large enough to warrant sucking. "I guarantee working out will have that same effect."

She pushed her friend out the door.

Kaylie twirled her straw around the rim of her drink, faking interest. Her date was once again rambling about some athletic mumbo jumbo and she'd given up trying to follow. She eyed his overly jelled hair, made only worst by the wife beater he'd exposed after taking off his jacket, and tried her best to ignore his strong cologne. She decided that the next date she'd agree to wouldn't be with a jock.

She'd tried to me civil, but their date had started with him holding her tit much longer than she was comfortable with, and it had only gone downhill from there. You could easily tell how much a man respected women by how kind he was when groping their breasts.

Even after two hours of polite conversation, she really only knew three things about him: his name was Elias, he'd played football in college, and he claimed to have an eight inch dick.

Pretty standard as far as first date conversation topics went, but he'd spent almost half their date talking about his cock and how it compared to his friends. And while Kaylie loved talking about dick, she'd chatted with enough men to know he was bullshitting her from the start. Needless to say, she was not impressed.

It only got worst once the talk shifted to football. She doubt she'd even spoken three sentences since he began splurging almost a full hour ago. Her drink had long gone stale, and the slight buzz she'd had was also fully faded. At this point, she was just waiting for her brother to pick her up.

She jumped as her phone buzzed in front of her. Speak of the devil.

Quickly checking to make sure it was him, she gathered her things while making sure to put a twenty on the table to cover her half of the bill. "Sorry to cut you short Elias, but I really need to go. Sorry!"

The jock stopped mid-sentence, stunned at hearing his date cut him off. "What? Oh, right! No, that's fine." He too stood up, walking up to her, for reasons she didn't want to find out. "It was nice meeting you, um... Yeah."

She avoided whatever embrace he was looking for and made for the door. It figures he'd forgotten her name.

"I'll call you!" she heard him cry out behind her. She hoped he stayed at the table in order to cover the bill instead of following her. She didn't risk turning around to find out.

Her brother, the ever gentleman, had parked right in front of the bar and was already in the process of opening the door for her.

"Thank god you came!" she said a little louder than intended. She rushed up into his arms, pulling him into a quick hug. When she pulled back, she waited a moment for him to give her tit a squeeze in greeting. His touch barely lasted a second; much more polite than whatever his name was.

As she entered the car, she briefly entertained the thought of asking him if any of his friends were single. Clearly she needed to rethink the type of men she dated. Maybe someone who didn't spend an hour talking about their dick would be a good start.

"What does she see in him?" the girl mumbled to herself, eyeing her friend's new boyfriend from the corner of her eye.

Rebecca didn't know Stephen, this being the first time that her housemate Jessica had brought her new boy home, and he'd given her wrong vibes from the moment he walked through the door. She'd often judged men by how they treated her breasts when she first introduced herself and while he didn't squeeze her for longer than usual, his grip certainly was rougher than the norm. He'd also had somewhat of a lecherous smile when he did it, which was even more off-putting.

Still, he seemed nicer than the men Jess normally brought home, so Rebecca didn't want to be too quick of a judge. She'd even made an attempt to leave the new couple alone for the most part. But as she waded around the house, she couldn't help but overhear his whispers, the young man having no volume control.

"I can't wait for you to call me master later tonight."

"God, your tits felt great when I first touched them. I can't wait to do that again."

"You're going to be my little whore, aren't you? My sluttish little cunt."

That last one particularly annoyed her. He probably thought he was being coy with his dirty talk, but what he failed to realize was that girls only said those things during sex because it got them off. While it was directed at the men, it wasn't explicitly for them. There was just something deeply arousing about dehumanizing one's self and being treated like a sex object. Nothing else. It was great during sex; it felt **** anywhere else.

But, he was still young and still had time to grow and mature. She figured his current views on women, and how to consequently treat those he grew close with, stemmed from having watched too much porn growing up. With men being very aroused with vocal women in bed, it wouldn't be too surprising if she learned that he'd spent a lot of time glue to the screen, dick in hand.

His happened to be six and a half inches long. It was always her go-to question when she met someone new.

As she finished putting away the mess she'd made in the kitchen, she figured it was best to leave the couple alone.

"I'm gonna retire to my room for the night." she said, walking towards them as they lay on the couch. Her roommate, flushed red in embarrassment (no doubt from the things he kept whispering to her), only nodded in response, but at her words Stephen perked up.

"Goodnight!" he said, making a point to expose his cheek. "It was nice meeting you."

She kept the goodnight kiss short. "Indeed it was." she replied dismissively, and headed to bed. Their rooms adjacent, she hoped to be asleep before she overheard Jessica moan for her master.