A Trip to the Gym

I worked overtime as usual. I've been glad to work overtime again. Truthfully, it wasn’t so much working as it was playing. I was mostly in the breakroom with Janice riding on top of me and Marsha sitting on my face, the two of them swatting away employees who had some work-related queries while I enjoyed them. I left and decided to get some grub at the golden arches, and though Melissa wasn’t there, another young college age cashier was happy to assist me while I ate my late dinner.

I felt guilty about eating fast food, twice now, and proceeded to my local gym near my apartments. I thought it was a woman’s only gym when I came in, there were no men in sight. The reasoning I believe is why men should bother to look good if they could have any girl they wanted regardless of their personal physique. Though most men were relatively fit from all the fucking and being too busy to care about eating, not a lot were muscular or athletic looking. I still had the self-consciousness of my old world implanted in me and wanted to make some effort into not being a pile of dough.

I approached the reception desk of the gym and the receptionist showed me around the large spacious gym, I had hiked up her skirt while she gave me the tour and planted myself firm against her butt in her ass while we walked around.

She gave me a tour of the large facility which had many amenities and again, almost all females.

As we ended she went on her knees and I gave her a facial and she asked where I wanted to start first?