Locker room fun

After walking around for what felt like forever, I finally found where the locker rooms were located. Looking over at the men's room for a split second, I quickly disregarded that notion with a little chuckle, and continued into the women's locker room.

The room didn't just scream upper class, it screamed upper-upper class. The walls were lined with polished wood lockers, as the floor was covered in a spotless green carpet. The bathroom was coated in an expensive marble that probably cost more than my house and car combined.

As beautiful as all the amenities were, none caught my eye like the statuesque beauty who was standing in the corridor between the bathroom and showers. The girl, who looked to be in her mid twenties, was frozen in just a towel. She held a new iPhone to her ear obviously stopped in mid conversation. Her long brunette hair cascaded down her back, as her deep tan, that was clearly the result of hours upon hours spent at the tanning booth, was in great contrast to her white towel. Thinking of what fun to have next, I decided it would be best if she was in the shower first. I hid in the stall and restarted time.

"Oh girl please, once Kyle sees me in that dress tonight, he'll forget all about that fat goodie two-shoes of a wife," the girl laughed as her voice trailed off down the corridor. Smiling to myself, I waited a good five minutes before stopping time again and walked to the showers.

The shower doors had a smokey glass that prevented others from looking in; except for the small crack where the hinged door opened and shut. To my delight I saw the girls towel hanging on the hook, as her phone sat on the bench near the shower. I thought it was a little odd for her to leave her phone out in the open like that, but I guess not many people were stealing stuff in a ritzy place like this.

Swinging open the door I saw the girl in all her glory. Not surprisingly her deep tan covered every inch of her body; telling me she liked to tan in the nude. Her medium sized breast stood at attention, as they were topped off with surprisingly long brown nipples. Her completely shaven pussy was glistening with water droplets, and her toned ass was flexed from the way she was standing.

After admiring her naked form for what felt like hours, I decided it was finally time to continue with my plan. I picked her up and carried her over to the men's locker room. Putting her in the shower I thought the little husband stealer needed some more punishment. I Grabbed two towels and bent the girl over at the waist; tieing her wrist to her ankles. For the icing on the cake I grabbed my bag of goodies and proceeded to smear a generous amount of hot sauce up and down her cunt and asshole. Turning the shower on cold I shut the door and restarted time.

"What in the hell," she mumbled, as she realized her precarious situation. In the middle of pushing the shower door open, her eyes lit up in panic. "Oh fuck... Ah fucken hell that burns."

Thinking quickly she backed up, so that the water would hit her ass. With tears beginning to form in her eyes she shifted her feet trying to let the water hit her most intimate places. Not feeling as though this position was working, she gently rolled over on her back. The girl now lay there with her legs spread in the air, and water pounding away at her exposed pussy.

The water drilling her clit must have started to become too much for her, as her breath started to shorten and chest began to rise. Thinking this was too good to pass up, I grabbed her phone and started to record through the crack in the door. Her long nipples now poked out more than an inch due to the cold water and pure ecstasy. The loud moans now echoed off the marble walls, as she approached orgasm. With one final jerk of her body, she released a high pitch scream, and sent cum shooting across the shower with one powerful orgasm.

I stopped the video and posted it on her Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram. "This really should get Kyle to notice you," I laughed as I jumped in the shower beside her.

After I finish getting cleaned I put on my new club outfit and started to leave. While doing so another set of loud moans came from the girl's shower. Walking down the corridor I was delighted to see a group of five guys laughing and listening to the moans coming from the shower. Each of them gave me a big grin, as I walked past them and out of the locker room.

Before I could even relish in the chaos, I heard a females voice coming from the bar around the corner.

"Stop worrying about my husband. I told you that pathetic loser never comes around here. He's probably waisting all his money on one of his stupid charities. Like helping retards or sending thugs to college."

"Uh gross, how can you even stand him," a man's voice responded.

"Well for one thing his big bank account," the lady laughed.

"But you already have so much money," the man replied snickering at his last comment.

"Well you can never have too much," she joked, and with that they both chuckled

Hearing these two talk about others caused my blood to boil. Wanting to get a better look at them I turn the corner and headed into the bar. Sitting there was a man and woman; both looked to be in their mid thirties. The woman had perfectly coifed blonde hair that was done up. She wore a elegant white dress that revealed a generous amount of her massive but probably fake chest. The dress ended high on her upper thigh; giving me a great look at her long tan legs. She gave off the impression of your typical stuck up snooty bitch. The man on the other hand wore a expensive pinstripe suit, and had his hair slicked back looking like a complete slime ball.

Walking over I gave them each a quick head nod, as I started to looked over the drink menu. "Um and who the fuck are you," the blonde asked, as disgust washed over her face.

"I'm a prospecting member, just checking the place out," I replied.

"Well let me save you the time, you're definitely not going to be accepted," she said in an air of superiority.

"And how do you know that," I asked.

"Do you know who I am," she said, her voice beginning to get louder in an entitled tone. "I'm Regina Sinclair, my daddy is the president of this club, and my husband owns this whole town. Just look at what you're wearing; did you get that outfit at the pro shop? You know no one actually buys that stuff, it's just for losers who pretend to be apart of this club."

Looking down at my two hundred dollars worth of clothing, my cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. Glancing up at Regina's evil smirk, I decided this bitch was gonna pay. Stopping time I cracked my knuckles and walked over to the snobby stuck up cunt. I wasn't just gonna take this bitch down a peg or two; I was going to take her down every peg she had.