Hot Chicks, Pt. II

Some things smacked you right in the face. Number one was the embrace of cool air. Next was the sight of shorts.

"Hi there," smiled the girl at the front desk, currently standing to the side of it with a clipboard on hand. Her bright skin glistened in the betrothing light. "Anything I can do for you?"

Cass stopped a foot or two away. Lips folded. Arms tucked.

"Sooooo you ain't got a thong?"

A blush had instantly formed across her face the moment Cass stepped up to her, but at the latter's comment, Girl at the Front Desk frowned. "No... I work here so we have our own dress code. And uniform!" She laid a hand by her top, which, after a quick glance-around, definitely seemed to be right in line with those of her co-workers. Black, lined in purple, sufficiently form fitting.

"Lame." Cass tapped her foot as her three new friends blatantly argued over their workout detail for the day behind her. "I wish the 'uniforms' for the staff in these gyms were UNDERWEAR."

A flash of light, maybe, engulfed the room. Or a blink of air. A whirl of wind. It was a little fuzzy, either way, but what was apparent, to Cass, anyway, was the blinking, smoking cute girl standing before her a second later. Because boy-oh-boy, you couldn't miss it.

There she stood in black, purple-bordered, wonderfully tight to the curve bra and panties!!

"Awww-haawwssuuhm," Cass widened her eyes. She shamelessly began surveying the goods.

"And of course, the uniform is underwear! From head to toe! Not a thong, per se," the gym associate proceeded to lean in a little as she stretched out the side of her elastic panties, causing the other side to dig into her skin, before letting the material return to her hip with a fleshy smack against her tootsie-wootsie, "but stretchy. As you can see, with the way it's wrapped around my hips."

"Cool, cool. Guys!" Turning impatiently to her entourage, Cass waved them over. "Let's go!"

Sam nodded thanks to the dim-expressioned gym girl as they passed, flashing their membership badges. Cass thought this opportune to watch in approval as the girl and her friend passed. Both she and Fia were decked out in flashy, sporty thongs partially covering up their tight asses. While the blonde had on a pink polka-dotted set, Fia's were a slick-black. Butts stretching against the elastic fabric like they were built to bounce on a blacktop.

Then another scuttling figure fell in view.

"Oh my god!" Laughing, Cass slapped the stealthily toeing Cole's naked shoulder before rubbing its firm shape with her hand. "You're NAKED~!"

As she ate him up with her gaze, Cole was in the middle of pushing a proverbial boulder. Below his waist, his freed, indiscriminately bared penis was hard enough to smash open a wooden crate. Inside, he was doing anything, ANYTHING possible to keep himself from leaking cum under the goddess before him, especially with the way she was ogling and touching him. Because despite the fact his dick was already pointed straight at his reddening chin and twitching every passing second in Cass' presence, there wasn't exactly any kind of proof pointing to the possibility that it was she who was inspiring that kind of response. After all, Sam and Fia were also hot, and also clad in skimpy bottoms showcasing their drool-worthy legs--

Flick! "Check out these pecs!" Cass lobbed a fingernail against his slimly muscular chest, which bounded off of his collar bone with amazingly photogenic appeal. "Aren't I a genius?"

Not bothering to question what she meant by that, Cole wormed himself out of her grip and said something akin to 'let go already' or whatever. Luckily, the girl, her own bottom half dressed only in the thong that Sam had given her, a nice, tight thing with red stripes that looked small even across her already small arse, simply pouted and shrugged, moving into the gym interior, where they were treated to the sight of...

Sparkle water. No, they weren't suddenly beside a lake. That was what Cass' eyes might as well have been rained with, that glint of her eye notwithstanding.

Because holy roly-poly.

Before her then, running on treadmills, conducting dumbbell raises, on definitive display, was a lot, a lot of skin, some drenched in sweating streams and wet and moist and heaving-ho like there was no tomorrow, others dry in a pre-workout prep.

But the dicks.

The flopping, swinging DICKS.

That was gape-worthy! This was practically a porno set in the guise of a gym! Tight bodied women in crack riding thongs? Muscle-pushing men butt NAKED!?

Cass had to pick herself off the wall with the help of Fia (who took the chance to goose the former's butt, arm quickly whipping back up after the deed was done). Her diaphragm was getting the most exercise out of any body part of hers today. All thanks to her miraculous little wishing rock thing. This was the most fun that she'd ever had and ever thought she could have. It was better than Royal Kingdom.

She pulled out the rock from her jacket pocket, tongue pushing steadily into a cheek.

Better not lose the thing, she thought. Then, after an impressively immobile pause, hastily stuffed it back into the aforementioned pocket, skipping over to a random gym associate and tapping her on the shoulder.

"Hi," blurted Cass, "so, can you tell me where to start exercising?"

The somewhat short, surprisingly thicc young underwear-clad woman turned, eyes as calm as the eye of a storm as she addressed Cass. "Sure thing, hot stuff," the black-haired staff member immediately gave her a full once-over, returning to her face with a suggestive bob of the chin. "What do you want to work out first?" Another fluttering look downward. "Maybe that ass? I mean it looks great already but you can really sculpt it out with some squats." Only then did Cass notice the girl had been chewing on some gum, her jaw moving up and down in rhythmic time, cementing the practically emanating carefree attitude. Practically.

"Agatha!"

The voice sent both girls furrowing. Agatha turned, one foot to the side to reveal a burly black man marching over.

"Stop harassing the young lady and be professional," he scolded lightly. Lightly enough. "Besides," he popped a brow at Cass. However intimidating he appeared to be was a little undermined by the poster-boy briefs that strappingly sat around his waist, just above the thick serrated trunks you could call thighs, under his visibly V-shaped, muscle-bound torso. Ok, so he was built like an ox. Still didn't change the fact that he was walking around in a public space in nothing but briefs. "I haven't seen you here before. Are you new?"

Suddenly popping up behind her was Sam, their cheeks barely an inch apart as she explained, "She's with us. First-day freebie." Cass and Sam exchanged looks. A little push and their noses would've been mashed nose-tatoes. Then Sam tore away, smiled at Agatha and her big black friend, and subsequently pushed Cass away with herself in tow. Cass, of course, doling out a pitch-perfect impersonation of a dolly.

Not, however, before reaching out, thrusting out her hand, and landing one well aimed palm at Agatha's invitingly robust behind with a sharp smack.

Quickly, the black-haired girl swiveled towards the retreating Cass and winked. "Thanks for the spank!" she waved, and blew a spunky kiss.

Once her smug grin subsided, Cass chucked her head over her shoulder. "Where we going?"

"To the Chick Corner."

Cass cocked her head. "Chick Corner?"

Meanwhile, Sam moved through the floor swiftly, Cass still being pushed by her two sturdy hands as they headed into a hallway that was separated from the way to the showers by a wall. "It's where us girls get to go to warm up. If you want to."

Cass wasn't sure what to expect from that sliver of a description. She did notice that Fia wasn't here, or Cole -- just her and Sam, apparently.

When they arrived, the hall opening up to a spacious square room, what Cass saw was so much that she had to stifle her laughter with a frumpled handful of her sweater.

In the room, which was laden with mirrors across most of the wall space and colored mats on the floor, were an aggregate of ladies, all sporting a slew of thongs showing off rows of meaty, gropable ass. These women were all squatted, knees pointed forward, bare legs and thighs holding their position with various gradients of stillness, and -- here was where things deviated from the 'normal' -- with their hands tucked underneath their armpits. Their eyes were closed, faces managing a look of calm.

"That's right." A woman came in through the opposite side, closing the sliding door as she stepped before the squatted group of ladies. She had on a blue tanktop and a blue thong. "Breathe. In. Then out. In... then out." Slowly, gracefully, she began to pace. She was the head honcho here, apparently. "Tap into your inner chicken. To be a woman is to be a chick. To be a chicken is to be a woman. Imagine a life of feathers. Imagine yourself as meat. White, nutritious meat. That's right. Hold your position, ladies, you are all doing great."

"PAHAHAHA--ahem," Cass cleared her throat.

All the eyes in the room had made their way towards her, Sam included. Cass adjusted her jacket, wiping off a non-existent curl of dust. "Continue," she lifted a hand.

Withdrawing her soft, but somewhat deadly looking, glare, the instructor continued her pendulum pacing from one side of the room to the other. This meditative coaxing continued for what felt like a decently long time. When, finally, she clapped her hands together.

"Alright, ladies, now." Stopping, the female instructor clasped her hands together in front of her. "It is time to fly the nest. You ready?"

A murmur broke out through the crowd of ass-baring, squatted women as they looked at each other, chatted into ears, giggled away sideways jokes.

Then, after a brief countdown...

"BAWWWK, BAAAWK BAWK BAWWWWK!"

"Bawk! Bawk bawk baaAAAaaAAwk!"

A blur ensued as every woman, shapely and trim and white and brown alike, began waddling around like caboose-thrusting chickens, pecking and wiggling their arms, still bent behind their shoulders as they flapped the non-existent wings across their back, bare legs and pushing pulling backsides and all.

As guttural chicken cries gargled out of their throats, Cass' own cries of hilarity were drowned to the bottom of the figurative ocean. Sam, meanwhile, was squatting on the floor as well, looking at Cass with a downturned brow as she waddled over to her, wiggling her polka-dot thonged ass juicily in the process, and flapping her armpit-tucked arms. "BAWWWK, baawwwk bawk BBBBAAAWK!" She then smooched -- or rather, pecked Cass in the arm.

"Huh?" Watching Sam continue to glare at her, Cass was again assaulted by the former sensible girl's lips against her sweater-clad arm. Cass began breaking down once more. This was too good. A hot girl like Sam with her butt stretching towards the ground while she held herself up by the strength of her calves and hamstrings, which were nicely bared and showcased from this angle on the floor, might the jacketed girl add, was equal parts endearing and fiendishly hilarious.

Cass eventually collected herself, and half squatted herself. At this, Sam's eyes began to beam.

Only for it to be cut short when the girl planted her finger on Sam's chest, then pushed.

"BAWW-agh," landing on that bubble butt of hers, Sam looked up at Cass in dismay. "Hey! I'm trying to tap into my inner chicken!"

Cass shrugged. "Well, you shouldn't have fallen then."

"I only fell because you pushed me!" Rubbing her butt, Sam attempted to get back into position as a brunette woman, with long legs that looked awkwardly stiff folded underneath her torso, clambered by to peck her on the back of her neck and ribs before moving on to pick up goldfish off the floor.

Huh. Cass just noticed those.

She looked down at her left side, and as she presumed, there was a goldfish cracker. Plucking it off the carpet, Cass popped it into her mouth, clomped down with her teeth, and chewed.

"See, that's the spirit," Sam spurred, back in a squatting position once more. "Now try taking it off the floor with your mouth. Like this."

As the girl performed a demonstration of her own, Cass figured she'd warmed up more than sufficiently enough, here in the Chick Corner.

Of course, she didn't forget to slap some appetizing-looking asses right on their out thrust butt-cheeks before she went, either. After all, dude. There were some hot chicks in here.