No, staff meeting

Rick was dragging by the time he got back to the gym. He'd told Tam and her husband that he needed to help get things ready for the opening but all he really wanted was to get some sleep. It dawned on him that maybe the added skills bio-DNA had given him were taking their toll in terms of energy depletion. He'd have to do some looking around to see if he could discover the long term effects of bio-DNA on its users... especially the alpha users who'd taken the same doses he had. That was, he realized, something he really could have done earlier, before he'd started on this path.

He didn't think anything of the two cars still in the lot but when he opened the gym door, Usha and Kat were still there, Kat apparently asleep, her head in Usha's lap.

"How is she doing?" he whispered.

"She'll be sore as hell tomorrow," Usha whispered back. "She took some serious hits and you don't get to just shake yourself like some 'toon character and bounce back."

"I'm heading for--"

"Oh, there you are, Rotta." Kat struggled to a sitting position. "So, what's your marketing analysis?"

He shrugged. "No clue. They seemed to want massages. Did any join the club or are they waiting."

"Thirteen women joined the club with a one year membership," Usha reported. "Another thirty took up your thirty-days, 100% money back if not completely satisfied. Then there are those who made reservations for mini-massages without joining."

"Then my marketing take is that it was a success," Rick said. "If you give them a program they like, that makes them feel like they're getting stronger, more fit, more attractive, and more capable of taking care of themselves, they'll talk to their friends and you'll have as many clients as you can stuff in this building."

Kat nodded. "Guess I owe you another blowjob, buddy." She tried to get to her feet, then collapsed.

"Bullshit," Rick said. "You don't owe me anything. And if you really want to give me a blowjob, I'm taking a raincheck. Talk to me when you're recovered from that beating Cliff gave you."

"He's the one who took the beating."

"Maybe. But I'm betting you're more sore and more bruised tomorrow than he will be."

"Except his nose." Usha giggled. "You totally fucked his nose."

"I'm going to bed," Rick said. "Wake me up in about a month."

"First massage appointment is at ten tomorrow," Usha announced. "You and I are doing cleanup at seven. I'll bring donuts."

"Did I sign up for janitorial services."

"I'll be topless."

"I'm in."