HERE’S HOW YOU DO IT

Gretchen’s phone made a notification-sound.

She picked it up, and read the freshly arrived message, while Janice was still berating her about the sanctity of a gym.

It was just one word.

If the sender of the message was anybody else in the world, she could have just ignored it.

But the sender was Jack.

The person who had turned her into the exhibitionist-looking freak she currently was. Someone with no shame, someone who had made herself a complete ass in front of a crowd of people.

A crowd that was at least a little bit turned on by what they had already witnessed.

Someone who was rightfully berated by this aggressive woman in front of her.

Somehow she knew… The little amount of dignity that she gathered and worked for her whole life… It was starting to feel more and more like a dream that never even existed.

There was no debating with that order. Her body took over the controls.

Right in the middle of the angry woman’s current sentence, Gretchen flinged her head backwards, grabbed her crotch with both of her hands, and let out the most beautiful and terrifying screech of orgasm any of the gym goers had ever heard.

The pleasure she felt was heavenlike! It was out of this world!

It was too bad she was actually still in the real world though.

It was amazing.

Janice stared at Gretchen with her mouth open, as Gretchen just writhed like a woman possessed and squirted all over the gym equipment.

The leotard she was wearing couldn’t possibly contain the explosion of her orgasm. Poor Gretchen was so in the grips of her pleasure that she probably didn’t even notice herself rubbing her clit through her outfit.

The hip abductor was soon glistening with other liquid than her sweat.

Then, after what felt like an eternity, the screech was over. The last of her squirts shot out through the folds of the leotard.

Gretchen laid back, exhausted, and saw countless numbers of eyes on her. Mostly lusty smiles from men, mostly disgusted looks from the women. Some were in a clear state of shock, some were laughing. Some… sported tents.

Thankfully the thing happened so fast, that nobody had the wherewithal to dig out their phones and record it. Oh yeah. Something like that could’ve been a huge problem. Why didn’t I consider that?

“D… Did you just… Cum?” Janice finally asked, quietly. She had been slack-jawed, but was finally able to move her mouth again to form words.

Gretchen looked really, really ashamed. Like a child who was just caught stealing from their mother’s wallet.

She nodded, sadly.

“…From me… yelling at you?” Janice asked. Not really a necessary question at this point, but she seemed completely incredulous about what just happened.

“…I’m sorry… I’ll leave.”

Gretchen gathered her remaining strength and pushed herself off the machine. Nobody was stopping her. Janice had more than enough reason to call the security, but it was like she was still trying to come to terms with what she had witnessed.

Gretched slinked through the crowd.

I’m not sure, but I might’ve seen a guy pinch her ass. Either way, her slinking got a lot faster after that.

Damn. Nobody pinches my women. If I had seen that properly, I would’ve probably punched the guy’s lights out.

Probably.

Then some woman spit on Gretchen’s face.

Yes, spit.

“Fuck off, freak.”

Gretchen wiped the spit, and practically ran the rest of the way out of the way gym and into the dressing room.

Leaving drops of cum that had seeped through her leotard on the floor after her.

The spitter looked really happy with herself. The couple of friends she had around her were already almost high-fiving her.

I guess Giselle Lowe here didn’t know that she was now registered in my app. In fact everybody in this gym was. And I had a really long memory.

I looked at Janice, who was still staring at the wet machine. Was she thinking about the most efficient way to clean it? Or whether she should just burn the thing?

Oh right, I still hadn’t chosen her new trait.

As appealing as Route B sounded, which just let me be myself while she swooned all over me, Route A would be more efficient. To get her to do nasty stuff more easily.

There. Route A chosen.

In fact… I probably could give it a go right now?

I mean Janice probably wasn’t in a pleasant mood right now, but I had gotten 23 points out of her today. Just 2 shy of the orgasm lock.

Yeah, and I had a pretty good idea how to test this trait immediately.

I walked up to her, which finally got her to look up from the machine. The rest of the gymgoers had also slowly returned to their normal exercises, still chattering about the craziness they had just witnessed.

Well, I say I walked, but it was more like limping. I tried to look as broken as I could.

“Janice… I’m totally exhausted.”

“So what? I’m not training you anymore. Fuck off. You can see I have a bigger issue here to deal with.”

“I… I’m too tired to walk.”

“What?”

“I think you should carry me to the dressing room.”

Here we go. Either she would laugh at me mockingly, back away like I’m a lunatic, or…

“Fine. Just as long as I get rid of you already.” (JANICE: +2SP) (-39SP)

Haha.

Just when the gymgoers thought they had seen it all, Janice came over to me, scooped me up in her hands like I was a little baby, and began carrying me towards the dressing room.

It was fucking weird, I’m not going to deny that. But hey, anything for points. But holy fuck she was strong. She was carrying me like it was nothing.

Oddly intimate feeling. Not that she seemed to be thinking of it like that.

Her tits were almost mashed against my face. I didn’t dare to grab them, but they were close enough that I could almost study the shape of her nipple through the outfit.

I ignored the wondering looks from the other patrons. Then again, it wasn’t that big of a deal. As far as they were aware, I could have broken my leg or something and this needed to be done.

After an aggressive 30 seconds of carrying, she dumped me on the bench in the locker room.

“There. I can’t carry you all day. Either gather your strengths back or call an ambulance.”

Could I try something more?

“Actually, I need some help with changing my clothes as well…”

Janice blushed.

“N-no! T-That’s too fucking intimate. No!”

I guess her score wasn’t high enough for that. Or I needed a better excuse. Either way it didn’t matter. I got enough points from her today.

As she was about to exit the room, I spoke up.

“I’m sorry, Janice. I’ll tell the true story next time.”

She turned around.

“Why the fuck should I believe you?”

“I only lied because you weren’t doing a good job. These weren’t rookie exercises, these were exercises to aiming to destroy me. Do a proper job next time, and I’ll tell the real story.”

She huffed, and left the room. Hopefully I got through to her.

I returned to the car.

Gretchen was already there, leaning against the wheel.

She perked up a little bit when I got inside, but the excitement from the morning was gone.

“Did you enjoy that expericence, slut?”

She bit her lip.

“I… I never…”

I placed my hand inside the khaki pants she was wearing. She gasped in shock, especially when my warm palm landed on her cuntlips and massaged the sexual organ.

“Oh yeah. You’re still leaking. You are one messed up whore.”

She breathed a little faster, and even closed her eyes again while I manhandled her nether regions.

“I bet you loved it when that woman spit in your face.”

I punished her sex more powerfully now, really flicking her bean. She gasped once again.

“Spitting on a exhibitonistic whore like you. Just like you deserved. You freak.”

I plunged two fingers deep inside her, reaching her cervix. She was having surprise sex with my fingers now. She moaned like a cat again.

I wasn’t planning to make her cum. Not so soon after the last one.

I gave her pussyfolds one final slap, and pulled my hand out.

“Eew. You’ve gotten my hand soggy again. Clean.”

I put my hand in front of her face, and she obeyed effortlessly. Her little tongue made sure all of my digits were clean, even between my fingers.

“I bet you even like how your pussy tastes, don’t you, you sad thing?”

Her breathing picked up once again, and she gave a small nod.

I wonder if she lied just to please me. Or did she actually like it?

“Alright. Stop tasting yourself and drive us to this… address.”

I punched in Maddy’s and Michelle’s address to her navigator.

Gretchen coughed, steeled herself once again and started up the engine.

Thankfully the house was fairly close to the gym, so the drive wasn’t that long.

I only told one thing to Gretchen during the trip.

“I’m going to give you a task, Gretch. While I’m inside the house, I want you to think. Think about what you could give or do to me that would give me the most pleasure. I want you to be creative. You should be able to do it, ours is a creative field after all. And I want you to really try you hardest, this test will be graded.”

She nodded silently once again, and I could tell that she immediately put her thinking cap on.

I left the car and walked up to the house of my ex-wife and ex-best friend.

It had been a while since got somewhere with them. Last week was kind of a bust, if you don’t count the blowie from Maddy. But for Michelle… She had been out of my grips for two weeks now. Way too long.

I still didn’t know what they wanted to talk to me about…

But I actually had a good feeling about this.

I rang the doorbell.

The door opened up in seconds.

Both of them were immediately in front of me.

With looks I could only describe as poorly-hidden desperation.