I date Chase, a professional tennis player.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," you mutter.

"What? I think it's a cute-meet," April says.

"You mean a cute-meat-market," you retort, looking around the women's locker room where all sorts of stacked, athletic women are getting dressed around you.

"Oh hush, you'll be fine," April says, slamming her locker door shut. You're a hot-hot-hottie.

You finish putting on your black spandex tights and pink leotard and you put your hair up in bun. Looking in the mirror, you check your makeup (very, very understated - thank god you had facial surgery, it makes life SO much easier) and head out to the gym. April points out your next mark and you lightly step over to him.

"I'm new here, would you care to show me around?" you ask, being coy and girly, as you were coached by April.

He puts down the weights he's pressing and looks at you. "Oh, yeah, baby, absolutely. I was supposed to be waiting for a date, but you're way hotter than she is!"

"Don't you mean, I'm exactly as hot as she is?" you say acting a bit miffed, fluffing up your hair and sticking out your tits for him to enjoy.

"No, you are WAY hotter!" he continues. "I only accepted the date as a personal favor to my friend, April, who said that her client was dull, boring, plain, and dumb."

"April NEVER said that!" you stomp your little foot, indignant. "I may be dumb, but I am NEVER plain!!"

He laughs heartily and you laugh with him, enjoying the joke.

"I'm Chase," he holds out his hand.

"I'm Jennifer, you say, taking his hand, but then pulling him into what turns out to be a sweaty hug as you give him a kiss on the cheek.

And oh... your sweaty man smells so good!! You want to stick out your tongue and lick him, but you restrain yourself just in time. Is he sweating testosterone or what? You feel his brick-like muscles underneath his gym shirt.

"But seriously," you say, "would you help me get oriented?"

Your date with Chase goes amazingly well. He helps you with each piece of equipment, explaining each one and moving your limbs as necessary to use them properly. You thrill feeling his hands on your legs and arms and body (you somehow neglect to mention that you're already quite familiar with gym equipment and that you already have two gym memberships).

Is that a bulge in his gym shorts??

He catches you staring at hardening member and then grins wickedly as you blush furiously being caught in the act.

You're currently being taught how to use the "inner thigh" machine, which you think Chase is only teaching you because he wants to see your crotch as you spread and squeeze your legs together suggestively. Of course, as he demonstrates how to use the machine, he reaches over to position your leg causing his bulge to rub up against your arm.

You look at him, with wicked delight, and he just grins back, knowing full well what he was doing. Is his package getting more bulgy?

"What are you thinking, you sly minx?" he asks, with a tease in his voice.

"I'm thinking of kneeling before this god of a man I'm with, tugging down his gym shorts and taking his hard COCK deep into my mouth," you say, "and sucking him until he shoots so I can swallow."

And just then, you flash into the dream you had where you were kneeling in a gym and doing just that, surrounded by men who were exposing their hard members as you hold and fondle them then take them into your mouth making sure that all of the men are fully satisfied, shooting their loads into your mouth, your stomach, all over your face and all over your pink leotard.

Chase sees the naked lust on your face.

"Oh, you ARE the slutty one," he says. You nipples tingle as he calls you a slut. "April said you were."

"Is that okay?" you ask, practically panting with need.

"More than okay," he says, reaching down and giving you a deep kiss on the lips, his tongue thrusting into your mouth as the rest of the gym watches on.

"Well, that couldn't have gone better!" enthuses April. After your workout with Chase, you gave each other sweaty hugs and lip-to-lip kisses and go your separate ways. "He is very choosy about his date. This is the first time he's texted me asking for a second date right away! This is good!"

"He's dreamy," you say, lost in a fog of horniness, imagining that you're the rich wife of a tennis star.

"He is, isn't he?" April agrees. "Now, Chase wants to make sure you've had both top and bottom surgery before you meet again, and he's willing to wait."

{if top_surgery == true}"Well, I've already had my breast augmentation surgery," you say. "So we're good there."{else@}"I'll get my breast augmentation, right away!" you say. "I've been meaning to do it, and now I have the worlds best reason!"

"Excellent," says April.{endif}

{if bottom_surgery == true}"I've also had my bottom surgery," you add. "So, I think we're all set to go."

"Perfect," says April.{else@}"I've been looking for a specialist for my bottom surgery," you say. "So, I'm almost ready. It will be soon."

"Well, quick like a little bunny! We don't want a hot catch like Chase to get away!"

"Agreed!"{endif}

April drops you off at your (new, penthouse) apartment.

"Thank you, April," you say, gratefully. "You, and your rolodex, are AMAZING."

"Oh, you're welcome sweetie. Love is in the air!"