Chapter 16 - Fitness Babes
The beauty manning the desk at THE Health Club was definitely a treat for
the eyes. The name tag pinned to her sweat top said JOANNE. Sweatband holding
her long blond hair in place, a loose sweat top covering the fact that she was
bra-less, skintight spandex shorts that revealed no trace of a panty line, but
did outline her cuntlips, wearing expensive running shoes and white sweat socks,
Joanne was one yummy fitness babe. She looked up as the men came in the door.
"Hey! I'm sorry guys, but it's a ladies only night. During the day we're
co-ed but, at night, to handle the extra volume, we do alternate nights: one for
the guys and one for the gals. This happens to be a ladies fitness night."
"Ladies fitness night? That's just what we were looking for!"
Miki smiled warmly at her. The fitness babe looked coolly back. She didn't
like Miki one bit.
"Do you have a membership?"
"I don't need one!"
The fitness babe snorted and rolled her eyes. She locked eyes with Miki,
preparing to be brutally firm with this arrogant bitch, something she thought
that she was rather good at. Preoccupied with Miki, she failed to notice one of
the Japanese gentlemen quietly easing around behind her.
Her eyes opened wide as her spandex shorts were jerked down around her
ankles from behind.
"Hey, Miki, she's not wearing any panties!"
Miki grinned.
"How convenient, Kao!"
The fitness babe stared at her in shock. As she started to struggle, Kao
jerked her sweatshirt up around her head, trapping her arms.
"No bra, either!"
Miki turned to the men.
"It looks like your lucky day, gentlemen!"
As they carried the lithely writhing fitness babe into the office to spend
some quality time with her orifices, Miki sauntered to the door, let in the rest
of the gang and took up her position behind the desk. She was looking through
the expensive computer system, admiring the simple, easy-to-understand click and
point interface, when someone rapped politely on the desk next to her. She
looked up to see two stewardesses.
"Ahem! You seemed rather intent there! Computer trouble? Where's the usual
girl - Joanne?"
Miki smiled brightly.
"She's showing some new people around who came to fill a few openings!"
The stewardesses laughed lustily.
"I could use someone to fill a few of my openings!"
She nudged her friend playfully.
"Mitzi too!"
Mitzi laughed.
"Yeah! Kirsten and I are going to hit some clubs later, but we want to get
buffed first! Buffed and then boffed!"
Miki joked back.
"I can arrange some of that!"
Kirsten winked.
"Which one? The buffing or the boffing?"
Miki winked back.
"Both!"
Giggling, the stewardesses handed over their fitness club cards and Miki
scanned them in. She looked in surprise at the computer screen.
"Mitzi and Kirsten! I've got some good news for you! You've each just won a
lifetime membership in the club! I can't leave the desk, but if you just go to
the end of the hall and knock on the door labelled LAUNDRY, some people there
will spell out the details and give you complimentary free gift packs!"
As the stewardesses headed expectantly down the hall, Miki spoke into her
cell phone.
"Incoming! Two winners!"
Looking through the bookings, she noticed that Bobbi was already on the
premises.
"Excuse me, bitte! My name is Lisl and this is JoJo."
Miki looked up at two statuesque beauties. High cheekbones, long flowing
hair, knee-high boots, leather micro-minishirts, skimpy halter tops and black
leather vests, they were visions indeed. Lisl spoke with a lilting Austrian
accent.
"We are fashion models from Austria! We are here temporarily for a fashion
shoot. This club comes highly recommended! Do you have such a thing as a
temporary membership?"
Miki was enchanted. They chatted briefly about the fashion models'
adventures in the United States. JoJo (pronounced yo-yo) had little English, but
Lisl was fluent. Having ascertained that the high profile Austrian beauties had
come here on impulse, had no close friends in town and that no one knew they
were here, Miki grinned.
"Ladies! This is a lucky day indeed!"
She spent the next hours scoping out the clientel, sending good-looking
prize-winners down to 'collect' (and be collected) in the laundry room at the
end of the hall. She closed down early, locking the front door and going on a
little prowl through the club with the boys.
Bobbi was exhausted. Between sucking Jason to death and fucking her new
richboy playmate, it had been a busy day. Bobbi loved THE Health Club. Attached
to her apartment building, it was perfect for keeping her tight body toned and
tanned. She relaxed in the steamy sauna, clad only in a towel. Time to open up
the pores and mellow out. She and Ursula saw eye to eye on the importance of
pampering themselves. She envied her buddy Ursula. Ursula had hit gold-digger
paydirt, bigtime. She wondered if richboy had a weak heart or a tendency towards
aneurisms that could be encouraged along and if she could corral him into a
quickie marriage before his family found out.
The steam swirled thickly in the sauna as Bobbi relaxed, dreaming of quick
riches, of fucking her way to the top. She heard the door open and saw vague
shapes in the mist. Probably some of the girls after a workout. Miki, clad
demurely in a towel, sat next to her. She flashed Bobbi a friendly smile.
"You're Bobbi, aren't you? Ursula's friend?"
Bobbi nodded. Miki grinned.
"Have I got a surprise for you!"
She beckoned to the other shapes in the mist.
Out in the hallway, two off-duty nurses had finished their workout and were
looking forward to a mellow, relaxing sauna. Patrice looked at the CLOSED FOR
REPAIRS sign on the sauna door. Her friend Cheryl tried it anyway. It was
locked. She listened intently.
"Yeah! You can hear that they're working hard in there!"
Patrice put her ear to the door.
"Sounds like a gang bang! They're grunting away like rutting pigs!"
Cheryl gave Patrice a playful push.
"Don't be silly! Get your mind out of the gutter, babe! I'll swear that new
boyfriend of yours has given you sex on the brain! Let's hit the showers. A nice
hot shower will be almost as good as a sauna."
Cheryl winked and gave Patrice a friendly nudge.
"I'll take the hot shower. You definitely need a cold one!"
Patrice laughed good-naturedly as they wandered off to the showers.
"You're just jealous 'cause he's a real hunk and a stud-muffin to boot!"
"Damn right!"
Cheryl and Patrice, in separate shower stalls, had their eyes shut, facing
up into the spray as Miki walked down the line of showers, scoping out the
talent. She nodded.
Cheryl and Patrice looked at the nozzles in puzzlement as the water suddenly
turned off. There was an alarming patter of running feet, strong hands jerked
them out of their stalls and their naked, well-soaped buddies were sandwiched
between rock-hard rapists, opening their holes while what seemed like an army of
hands groped and squeezed.
It had been a busy hour for the Yakuza cunt hunting squad. The laundry
sacks, tied shut, moaned and bounced on the floor. Miki addressed the sacked
fitness babes impatiently.
"If you make one sound, we will pound your laundry sack with baseball bats
until you are quiet - dead quiet!"
Instant silence.
Outside THE Health Club, two winos were watching with interest as an amazing
number of laundry sacks were loaded into a truck.
"Hey, Freddie! Look at all those laundry sacks on the sidewalk! Probably
filled with towels. They sure go through a lot of towels at that fitness club!"
"Yeah! You're right, Ernie."
"Hey, Fred! It says on the sign that it's a ladies fitness night tonight."
"So what?"
"Well, that means that each of those towels has wiped a sweaty babe,
probably between the legs! We should open one of the sacks and get a sniff!"
"You're a sick pervert, Ernie!"
Ernie batted his eyelashes and affected a lisp.
"I bet you thay that to all the guyth, Fweddie!"
Fred laughed and punched him hard in the shoulder. Ernie wasn't feeling much
pain, so he barely noticed the punch.
Giggling and snorting, shoving each other cheerfully, they staggered on to
the liquor store as the truck with it's load of fear-laden laundry sacks pulled
away from the curb.
