The Gym Buddy

The Broadcast

Josie finishes her cooldown stretches, watching some of the newbies talk with the trainers. Look at the peach on that one, thought Josie, eyeing a particularly fine piece of ass talking to Amy, I hope I get to bring her into our little gym partnership thing. The new girl walks off; Amy points to the exiting girl’s butt and winks at Josie. They all know Josie is an ass girl.

Amy trots up to Josie as she begins the process of wiping down her kickboxing bag.

“On a scale from 10 to 20, how much to you want a piece of that?”

“How much of a slut do you think I am, Amy? If you want me to do the gross rating thing, why not ask 1 to 10?”

“’Cause I know you’d go above 10.”

“Ouch. Harsh but true,” Josie pauses for a minute, “Hey, I noticed...”

Amy interrupts, “Oh, your token guy friend? Yeah, he said he had finals to grade and grades to submit. Be in a little later today. I don’t know what you see in him. His sister got super fat.”

“I can’t have someone in my life that I am NOT fucking or using to get somebody in my bed?”

Amy sees her boss give her the side-eye before she can answer that, “Ooops, gotta get back to the grindstone. Clubbing with the gang tonight?”

“You know it!”

Josie smirks again as Amy trots back to the front desk. Amy always asks about clubbing to figure out who see wants to bang that night ahead of time. Josie might be taking her home. Amy makes the best post-sex pancakes. She turns and heads to the locker room, strutting like she owns the place. Thinking like she has definite weekend sex plans tends to make her do that.

Checking her phone, Josie sees that her 10 o’clock appointment canceled, just asking to maintain their order. Not a great commission there but it does give me some extra time before I have to get to the office. Why put it off later when you can also get laid now? Let’s see who’s available.

Josie quickly gets ready, grabs her toiletries, and walks to the showers. As she wanders a bit, a chyron floats across the bottom of the screen: Quite a few of the long-term female members here have a “friends-with-benefits” situation. Shower room hookups are a part of it; one hangs a monogrammed towel on a private shower stall and keep the door unlocked to indicate that one is looking to “party”.

Josie sees what she is looking for: a monogrammed “R” with a door slightly ajar, hints of chocolate colored skin peeking through. Hot. Rebecca is in the mood. Josie knocks the chorus rhythm to “I Kissed A Girl And I Liked It” by Katy Perry on the shower stall door.

“Come in, girl. I know you’re thirstin’ for me,” Rebecca quietly flirts.

Josie quickly slips into the stall and drops her towel.

“Gotta be quick, girl. I only got a few minutes ‘til I need to get to work,” Rebecca flirts again.

Josie walks up to Rebecca and starts to kiss down her body. A peck on the neck. A few kisses on the collarbone. Tracing the curve of the woman’s breast with her lips, with a longer moment to suck on the nickle sized black nipple.

“You wanna taste, you better stop teasin’,” Rebecca replies, grabbing one of Josie’s pert tits.

“If that’s how you want to play it, Becks...”

Josie suddenly drops down to a squat, lifts one of Rebecca’s legs over the squatting girl’s shoulder, and dives right into the line of pink between Rebecca’s legs.

Rebecca starts to whine as Josie begins to savagely eat her out, “Hey, leg day was a little rough yesterday; can you not **** me to flamingo this, girl?”

Josie laughs into Rebecca’s pussy, “You asked me to hurry. I need good access to hurry.” Rebecca is already sopping wet; 30 seconds of Josie’s expert tongue skills and Rebecca is hit with a massive orgasm. Another 30 seconds for Rebecca to clean herself up and say “I owe you one,” as she walks out the shower stall.

Josie stands and savors the warm water cascading down her body. She luxuriates as she washes the sweat, grime, and juices off her body. The camera pans around her to highlight every part of Josie’s body. The private stall door swings open, revealing the nightmare vortex portal. The camera doesn’t even give the fit girl the chance to go through it. A quick push from the side and she slips right in. All is dark.

Josie

Josie feels very worried as her body lurches up. She looks down to see she is wearing a two-piece swimsuit, a forest green tube top with matching booty shorts. A pair of tennis shoes with a wedge style 5” heel completes the look. A tad less than what she would wear to workout (and the shoes are stupidly impractical), but the look certainly highlights her toned features. Her eyes crest the sand dune berm and she feels herself start to strut. If they let her have control, she’d be able to do this in a more tantalizing fashion.

She looks over to the 5 women in the lounge chairs. She doesn’t need to hear the interviews again, but they pop into her mind anyways. If what that Dinah woman said was true..., Josie can’t bring herself to finish that thought.

Worry evolves into full blown terror once she sees the wooden chest. Oh, shit. Please, no. Don’t. Stop.

“Well, pumpkin, it’s your turn to introduce yourself to the audience. Go ahead.”

This disgusting freak is gonna make me say a bunch of terrible things. Maybe those kickboxing lessons can come in handy? Josie hesitates, trying to think of a way out.

“Pumpkin, I can read those thoughts in your barely filled little head. I’d recommend answering the questions instead of getting yourself eliminated right now. And trust me when I say, you don’t want to be eliminated.”

“Eliminated?” Josie gasps.

The revolting hostess does a “hurry up” style motion.

“Fine. Hi. My name is Josephine Wulf, but my friends call me Josie. I’m a sales rep for a pharmaceutical company. Of all of the contestants, I’d like to sleep with Tina the most. Uh, if I may, how long have I been here?”

“By your perception, about an hour.”

“Okay, so the last time I got laid was about a little over an hour ago. I had a fun quicky sex session in the gym showers with one of my friends.”

“Oh, we know. That, plus you perving on some new girl at the gym, is what we showed the audience to introduce you.”

Fuck.

Josie catches her breath, then continues, “So, I think that’s all you asked about so I just go over to the chairs?”

Spindly fingers wrap around Josie’s arm as she tries to turn away, “You forgot the final question. The most important question. Are you going to answer it willingly?”

“Please don’t...”

“Boop.”

“So, yeah, I met The Master when The Master and The Master’s at the time kinda hot little sister were trying out the gym at the recommendation of The Master’s sister’s friend Rebecca, who I just finished eating out in the shower while thinking about banging a different girl tonight. The Master joined up, but The Master’s sister did not; she said she didn’t like to get sweaty. I originally befriended The Master in an attempt to sleep with The Master’s sister, but then the Fatty Loser lifestyle ruined her remaining good looks and I lost interest. I’m still friends with The Master, of course. It’s nice to have a gym buddy you aren’t actively trying to fuck. It certainly helps that The Master is too socially inept to realize I’m casually sleeping with like a fifth of the female members of the gym. And a couple of the trainers. Anyways, I know The Master has been working up the nerve to ask me out for months now, but I really hope that The Master never does, because I value The Master’s friendship and I don’t want it ruined because penises are icky.”

“Was that so hard, pumpkin?”

“Yes. Now I want to curl up and die.”

“Those are our contestants, folks! Aren’t they great?”

Josie plods over to the chairs, head hanging in shame. The only reason to **** me to say all that was to be needlessly cruel, she wallows as she falls face first into the final lounge chair, I never wanted to hurt the... I can’t even picture what The Master looks like right now. Why can’t I think about what The Master looks like?