Time for a shower

One nice thing about crashing in a gym was you didn't have to worry about finding a shower.

The locker rooms were all female, of course, but they hadn't finished the renovation of the small locker room in back, so he went there, stripped off, and stepped into the shower.

After the day's events, it felt great to wash away the grit from when he'd fallen from the explosion, the disinfectant and sweat-infused atmosphere of the police station, and the filth from Eliza's ass. He'd just lathered his hair when he heard something outside the shower.

"Occupied," he said.

"Yes, I know."

Shit, he knew that voice. "Olivia? What are you doing here?"

"I hear you are dating my daughter."

"Uhh--she gave me her phone number. We haven't actually dated."

The shower curtains moved and abruptly Olivia was in the shower with him.

He tensed for just a moment but that was all it took for him to process that she was naked. Nobody, especially no woman, undresses that fast in his experience, which meant she'd been planning on getting in naked with him before they'd had the discussion about her daughter.

"What does she have that I don't have?" Olivia demanded. She pressed her body against his and grasped his penis in her hand.

He started to say something about Nicki being unmarried... no way was he going to mention that Nicki was younger. But then he realized Olivia wasn't talking about him at all. She was talking about Dan Hughes... her husband and Nicki's lover.

"Dan is a sick man," Rick said. "He's recreating you in his daughter. Haven't you noticed he dresses her like you used to dress, he makes her attend beauty contest you used to compete, he even has her hair styled the way you used to style your hair. It's like he's stuck in adolescence when it comes to women and Nicki is his way of fulfilling that fantasy. For now, at least. In a few years at most, she'll be too old for him and he'll turn his attentions on someone else. Let's hope you don't have any nieces or anything."

"Oh." Olivia let go of his dick which hadn't exactly been his intention, and stared at him.

"Well, what about you?"

"I don't have a pathological preference for under-age girls if that's your question. Not that I don't find some eighteen-year-olds to be attractive."

"Like Nicki?"

"Of course like Nicki. She's beautiful." He paused a beat. "Just as you are."

Her hand went back to his dick. "Then why aren't you hard?"

Maybe because he'd just given Eliza the butt-fuck of her life. Again, there was no need to complicate the question. And besides, he was getting hard.

"Oh." Olivia had felt that as well. "Oh my."