Whatever he wants

“If there were any special activities going on today?”

“Oh, there’s nothing on the schedule,” she smiled widely. “But I’m sure we can find something to accommodate you.”

“Only – something?” Gerald returned a smile to the perky receptionist, walking up to the desk and sitting down on the hard surface.

“More then something, I can assure you,” the brunette breathed, licking her red lips.

“Tracie, I – Who are you?” the two of them looked up in surprise at an older woman, her bright red hair pulled back into a bun and a pair of tiny glasses perched on her pert nose.

“What are you and what are you doing here?” she demanded, her brown eyes flashing. “This establishment is for women only!”

“Miss Taylor, this is –”

“Gerald,” the young man interrupted the receptionist smoothly, enjoying the sight of her firm body beneath the business suit and hoping the smooth fabric running her legs and underneath her dark skirt was a pair of stockings. It would be a shame to ruin a pair of nylons, he thought.

“Is there something I can do for you, Gerald?” the older woman asked, the spark of anger missing from her voice and causing a dumbfounded look on the young face of the woman sitting behind the desk.

“I was hoping you could introduce me to the owner of this establishment,” he smiled. “I – have a business proposal that she – I assume – would be interested in.”

“That would be me,” the redhead purred, closing the folder she had open in her hands. “Perhaps we should go into my office and discuss your offer.”

“Let’s,” Gerald said and, with a parting thought to Tracie, followed the gym owner out of the reception area, his eyes on her ass swinging back and forth with an extra bounce. The brunette stared after them, her lower lip trembling. Damn, she thought. I had been so close! The young woman stifled back a groan and pressed a hand to her pussy, the want in her crotch steaming into her tracksuit. God, I hope my relief gets here soon or I’m gonna lose it right here!