On the ride back

On the silent ride back, Ashley is sitting as far away from you as possible, switching between looking at you and the driver. She must be thinking about what you had said about giving the driver a show if you didn't get to bang the teacher.

You actually consider the idea, but Ashley has been good to you since you took office and you don't want to make her feel unsafe or not want to keep working for you willingly. "Relax, it's not going to happen," you say and she lets out a sigh of relief.

However, you're still frustrated at yourself and the encounter with the young teacher had made you even hornier and **** for relief, as you stare out of the tinted windows into the busy streets of downtown New York. Your day hasn't been ideal and you start to wonder if all you need is a proper enjoyment of a stranger's body, as you consider possible candidates walking by.

"Do I have anything else I need to attend today?" you ask.

"You have some meetings, but I can send someone else or attend on your behalf. You also have a one on one dinner with the CEO of Diamond Industries to discuss a weapons contract later."

"I don't feel like it. Cancel the rest of my day."

"Okay."

Then, something catches your eye and you tell the driver to stop the car.

"Where are you going?" Ashley asks.

"I'm going to take a walk. I'll see you later in the office," you respond as you open the door and get out. Slamming the door behind you, you walk across the heavily occupied sidewalk to the glass windows of a gym. It's one of those gyms where they have the treadmills lined up right in front of the window so that people can look in at the people running. It's like window shopping for you as you glance from left to right and back, until you fixate on one young woman who's practically sprinting on the treadmill. She's slightly shorter than you, has her black hair tied in a long ponytail, is wearing a pink sports bra and a tiny pair of black running shorts. Her pink sneakers rapidly move back and forth as the sweat runs down her body, and you can see the outline of her tiny but pointed nipples trying to stick out through her sports bra. She's pretty tanned, her stomach is taunt and flat, and her arms and legs look slender and well-defined. Her earphones are in as she stares straight ahead without blinking, unaware of your attention and you just stand there gawking with your mouth open.

Taking a deep gulp of a combination of saliva and air, you make your way over to the entrance of the gym and enter.