Visit the corporate office.

Despite Jaimie’s misgivings about looking the proverbial gift horse in the mouth, curiosity still had the best of you. You’re sure there’s a saying for that as well, but you have other things on your mind. Like, what if something like Priya’s birthday happens again and you are trying to regain control of the situation? If the contract had not been active in front of the alternate gym, you would have had a much longer night. It led you to wonder just how far the contracts’ jurisdiction reached. Did it follow normal business hours or is it a constant power? You had so many questions about how this thing worked and didn’t want to have to test each possible scenario, but you still wanted to know what to expect. The last thing you wanted was for your special privilege to be revoked out of nowhere and having to deal with the consequences of your actions.

After a little research, you found the business office of Day-N-Night Fitness located downtown. A short trip later you were standing inside a multi story high rise looking up the floor for Day-N-Night Fitness. The elevator opened up to the reception area. There was a prop cycle station on one corner and a display advertising a protein powder in the other. Day-N-Night Fitness was bannered across the wall as well, with the image of a male and female instructor superimposed in front of the logo. There were a few chairs in front of the wall for waiting and a reception desk straight ahead. You walked up to the doe eyed brunette standing behind the desk. She gave you a smile as you approached.

“Hello, sir, how may I help you?” she asked in a friendly tone.

“Hello… Ariana!” you replied, checking her name tag. “I’m just here to review my contract with the gym, actually,” you informed her, looking around at the room.

“Do you have an appointment?” she asked, turning to her computer screen to type in information.

“Uh… no…” you admitted.

She frowned, “I’m sorry sir, if you don’t have an appointment, I won’t be able to help you.”

“Well, can I make an appointment then?” you asked.

“Of course. Who would you like to make an appointment with?” she asked.

“Uh….”

Ariana let out a sigh. “Sir, if you don’t know who to talk to and don’t have an appointment, I really can’t help you…”

“OK, look, I just need to run through my gym contract with one of your lawyers. Can you help me with that?” you argued.

“Sir, this is Nite-N-Day Fitness’s corporate office. We don’t handle gym customers here. If you wanted to review your gym membership contract, you could just head to your closest fitness center…” the receptionist explained.

“I would, but there is something in my contract that is hard to explain,” you tell her, growing frustrated at the runaround.

“I’m sorry, sir, but we don’t deal with customer contracts here. We handle business administration. Employee payroll, fitness equipment allocation, supplies and distribution, that sort of thing…”

You held up your hand and told the receptionist, “Ariana, maybe it’s best if I showed you. You see, there is a clause in my contract that anyone inside a Day-N-Nite facility is subject to willing participation in any sexual activity I request.”

Ariana stared at you and blinked, as if that wasn’t enough of a statement to respond to.

Miffed by your unperturbed response, you asked her, “Ariana, can you strip for me, please?”

“Of course,” she replied. She unbuttoned her blouse and took it off. Stepping back, she slid down her skirt so that she stood in her bra and panties. You signaled for her to keep going, so she unhooked her bra, revealing pale tan lines on her smooth, tawny skin. She slid her panties off, showing off matching tan lines and a neatly trimmed landing strip on her pussy. Her body was slim and toned, definitely taking advantage of her employee’s gym discount.

“So don’t you find it strange that you just stripped completely nude for me?” you asked.

Ariana shook her head and shrugged, “Not really.”

“Do you do that for anyone who asks?” you prod deeper.

“Well…” Ariana thought for a moment. “No…”

“Then why’d you do it for me?”

Ariana shrugged again. “It just seemed like the thing to do.”

“My point is proven,” you concluded.

“I’m sorry, sir, I still don’t get it…”

You let out a sigh. You needed to escalate this issue and talk to someone with more authority. “Can I speak to your manager?” you asked Ariana.

It was Ariana’s turn to sigh. She rolled her eyes before stepping out from behind her desk. “I’ll be right back,” she told you as she clicked her heels over the ceramic floor and entered the office space, still naked. A few minutes later, she returned, followed by a man in a blue dress shirt and tie. He was clean shaven on top with a neatly trimmed goatee.

“You wanted to speak to a manager?” he asked you in a raspy voice.

“That’s right,” you replied.

The man held his hand out to shake, introducing himself. “Rennold Sampson. You can call me Ren.”

You took the hand, feeling the tight grip of someone with a strong upper body. You introduced yourself. “John Doe, pleased to meet you.”

“Well, what is it we can do for you today, Mr. Doe?” Ren asked.

“I wanted one of your lawyers to look over my contract with your gym,” you explained.

“Ah…” Ren paused, then said,” You know we don’t normally do that sort of thing here.”

“Ariana informed me,” you answered. “But I believe if you look over the actual contract that it isn’t your typical gym contract.”

“Ari, bring up Mr. {last_name]’s file, please,” Ren told his subordinate.

Ariana entered your name into the computer after confirming the spelling. She did a search and brought up your profile. He looked it over for a minute and then said, “I don’t really see anything out of the ordinary here, Mr. Doe.”

“Not even the part that allows me to make any sexual requests on company grounds?” you asked.

“That’s a normal clause in our contracts,” Mr. Sampson responded.

“Oh? How many contracts have that clause?” you retorted.

“Well, to be honest, this is the first one I’ve seen, but it’s perfectly normal.” Sampson answered.

You furrowed your brow and pinched them with your fingers. Even a demonstration of your powers was going to be useless if everyone thought it was normal. Was there a way to convince these people to get their lawyer to review your gym contract with you?