You follow Priya, but not alone.

You debated going in to help Priya by fucking her until she couldn’t take any more, but there was no telling that you actually could satisfy her hunger. More importantly, it didn’t feel right to do that to Paul, even if it was in order to help the both of them in the long run. With that option out, you wondered if Priya’s boyfriend would be up for another round. Last you checked, he seemed pretty spent and he even admitted to not being able to keep up.

With sex not being an option, you had to think more creatively. The one time she stopped messing around was when you warned her about her father catching her. That tracked back to your original gym request that she got turned on by ‘almost’ being caught. ‘Almost’ being the operative word. She wasn’t in exhibition mode, she was doing it for the thrill of getting away with it. If her father was around to catch her, she would be on her best behavior!

Of course, there was the matter of getting her father involved. Your interactions with him have been less than friendly. You doubted he would do anything you asked without the help of gym privileges. The other option would be Priya’s mother. You’ve had even less interaction with her, but at least she seemed reasonable. Still, it would be a tricky sell to get Priya’s mother to babysit her grown up daughter. You wondered if Priya would have reservations of doing anything around her other family members. Diya was friendly and could be convinced to look out for her sister!

“Diya!” you called out, catching the younger sibling milling through the tables like Priya had just been doing. DIya looked over and recognized that you had something urgent yet sensitive to discuss, so she walked over.

“What’s up?” she asked.

“Diya, have you noticed anything strange about your sister?” you probed.

“Well, kind of… when we started greeting the guests, she was all… handsy…” she said. “Then, she kind of went off on her own. Why? Where is she now?”

You tilted your head toward the ladies room and said, “Went to freshen up. Maybe you should check on how she’s doing…”

“Alright,” Diya agreed. You followed a few paces behind as she went to the restroom. As you got closer, you started to second guess your decision to recruit Diya. What if Priya had no qualms with DIya knowing how promiscuous she was? What if Priya came on to your younger sister?!

With a gripping sense of apprehension, you debated stopping Diya and going in first, but it was too late, Priya’s sister went in without looking back.

“Pri?!” You heard through the closing door.

“Di!” Priya yelped back.

“What the…” Diya started as the door shut behind her.

There was frantic shouting of mixed English and Hindi spouted back and forth. Muddled by the sound dampening walls, you couldn’t make out whether things were going good or bad, so you could only pace outside and wait for the outcome.

Finally, after the hysteria subsided, things went quiet and Diya exited the ladies room. She marched over to you and huffed, “Thanks a lot! Now I’m scarred for life!”

Diya stormed off, leaving you to wonder what went on in there. You gave Priya another minute to come out. When she did, she looked pale from shock. She saw you standing outside and walked over. “Is Paulie around? I think maybe it’s time to go…” she asked, meekly.

You breathed a sigh of relief. Whatever happened knocked some sense back into the woman.

“Let’s go find him,” you said.

You found Paul back at the head table, chatting with Jaimie. It appeared to be a very interesting conversation because they were both leaned over conspiratorially as you approached.

“Hey, what are you two talking about?” you asked.

“Oh, we were just comparing some of the craziest places we’ve done it,” Paul replied with a grin and a glint in his eye. “I didn’t realize that you and Jaimie were already acquainted…”

Jaimie covered her face and took a swig of her drink. It was interesting that she would readily boast about her activities in the gym. It seemed that ‘whatever goes on in the gym doesn’t stay in the gym’. Jaimie seemed to be fine with it, whether it was because it took place in the gym or because she was naturally OK with it, was open to question.

“Priya is ready to go,” you told Paul, anxious to get moving before anything else happened. Priya leaned her head on your shoulder and nodded to her boyfriend.

“Leave your own party?” Paul asked Priya.

“She’s not feeling well…” you explained.

“Alright…” Paul said with some concern. “Do her folks know?”

“Mmmaybe we should just let Diya tell them…” you suggested.

“Mmmaybe you tell Diya,” Priya suggested to Paul.

DIya was more than understanding of Priya’s condition and agreed to relay that to her parents. So, the three of you slipped out of the party without too much of a hassle. Priya was better behaved with her father’s employees as you left.

When you all got in the car, however, things changed again.

“Whooo! Glad that’s finally over!” Priya declared as she plopped herself in the passenger seat.

Paul was also visibly relieved as she buckled into the driver’s seat. “Want us to drop you off at home?” Paul asked, tilting his head toward your seat in the back.

“Actually, we should stop off at the gym before that. I left something there that I need to get,” you replied. Truthfully, you wanted to get back to the gym so you could use your gym privileges to turn things back to normal.

“You sure they’re not closed by now? It’s already dark,” Paul said. The night sky had settled in while you enjoyed your dinner and the sun was just rolling over the horizon. You could see all this clearly in the top down convertible.

“Don’t worry, they’re open 24/7,” you told your friend. “Just a quick stop then home.”

“Alright then,” Paul said, driving out of the parking lot.

As you rode down a long stretch of road, something landed on your face. Shocked, you thought maybe some sort of debris from the road had smacked you and you quickly shook it off. You looked back at the object as it danced in the car’s backdraft. It was Priya’s sarong!

“Priya?” you asked, turning around to see her back in the buff, fingering herself and reclining in her seat. “Priya!”

“What? No one’s going to catch me here!” Priya reasoned, lifting a leg onto the dashboard.

“There’s no top to this car! Everyone can see you!” you pointed out.

“We’re going 40 and it’s dark!” Priya countered, getting both legs on the dash. Her left leg obscured Paul’s view, causing him to swerve abruptly before correcting himself.

“Keep this up and we’ll get pulled over for sure!” you warned her.

Priya sat up like a scorned child, raising her seat back into its original position. “Fine…” she relented.

You scanned around the streets to see how much farther it was to the gym. Thankfully it was closeby. In fact, you were about to round the corner to be on the street… and then you passed it. You glanced over to Paul and saw Priya whispering in his ear, hand on his lap.

“Paul…” you said cautiously. “Where are you driving us?”

“Just a small detour,” Paul replied without looking back. “Priya wants to fuck on her professor’s desk.”

“Small detour? That’s all the way across town!” you said.

Priya was now turned around in her seat, on her knees, looking at you. She asked with a devilish grin, “You want to join us?”