Referral
I was surprised to see Julia at the table when I arrived—late—for our monthly ladies’ night out. Her job was hectic and often ran right through happy hour, Friday or not. She looked good, I thought, down a few pounds in all the right places.
“Caitlin!” she exclaimed, standing with Tasha and Carmen to greet me.
“Julia, you look great!” I replied, giving her a quick embrace. Her body felt as toned as it looked, but the outfit seemed like a throwback to our college partying days. I ran six days a week and wouldn’t have had the guts to wear that miniskirt or blouse, but she pulled it off. Three years in the workforce had taught us the wisdom of wearing low heels or flats, but Julia’s stilettos made her legs and ass look even better.
She was our extrovert. The gawky (now just thin) Tasha was our brains, Carmen had no fear (if no attention span), and I was our grounded anchor. We made an unlikely group, but we’d bonded in college and stayed in regular after graduation.
A few minutes later, we all had our drinks and the interrogation began. “Dish,” Tasha commanded, staring at Julia. “What’s the occasion? Did you change jobs?”
“No occasion,” laughed Julia, toasting us. “I just didn’t see the point in dressing like a penguin to hang with my girls. Where would we be if we’d done that at State?” She leered at Carmen and we all giggled; we’d all heard Carmen’s husband tell the story of how he’d first seen her—in a skimpy red dress—at a party.
“But Julia,” Carmen asked, returning to the original topic, “you look so good—how did you lose the weight?” She sounded a bit plaintive; her blonde tresses looked as good as ever, but she was losing the fight with her tummy despite a never-ending succession of diets.
“Exercise,” Julia answered, and then stuck out her tongue at the crestfallen expression on Carmen’s face. “There’s...” Julia started, and then paused with an unreadable expression. “There’s this place I found, a combination gym and spa, with really flexible hours. It’s for women only.” She put down her drink and rapidly added, “you should try it out!” I tried to puzzle out the expression on her face.
“They wouldn’t happen to have really hot-looking personal trainers, would they?” drawled Tasha. I glanced at her, then tracked her sightline back to where Julia’s nipples threatened to rip through her top.
“No!” Julia burst out. “I mean, yes, they have personal trainers, but they’re not hot! They’re very professional.” She fumbled in her purse and handed out business cards with hands that looked like they were almost trembling.
Tasha and I traded amused smirks, looking forward to worming the truth out of Julia later, but Carmen was already studying the card. I was pretty sure she’d check the place out, but equally sure she’d last about a week, tops.
I got sent out of town on business the following month, so it felt like forever by the time our next get-together rolled around. Mindful of Julia’s comment, I took the time to swing by my apartment and change into a pair of flattering jeans and a slinky top. The jogging definitely was worth it, I decided after examining myself in the mirror.
At first I thought I was going to end up by myself, but then I realized the noisy group in the corner included Carmen and Julia. Carmen was wearing that red dress, still as scandalously skimpy as it had been four years before. She was wearing hose, but I couldn’t decide whether the garters flashing every time she moved were more or less provocative than the bare skin she’d shown at school.
“Caitlin! Over here!” shouted Julia, waving at me. The guys with them started calling to the waitress for drinks.
I walked slowly toward them, feeling uncertain. The table was crowded, and Julia and Carmen were sitting on laps instead of chairs. “Oh yeah, baby, right here!” one of the guys invited me, patting his thigh.
No way, I thought. I was between attachments, but I’d already figured out that bars were not where I wanted to pick up guys. And Carmen was married, for Christ’s sake! “I think I need to visit the ladies’ room,” I said, looking meaningfully at my friends.
“Good idea,” giggled Carmen, rising awkwardly on heels that made her taller than I. Julia rose more gracefully and I stared, almost convinced I’d seen a gleaming cock where she’d been sitting. They unceremoniously dragged me with them toward the bathroom.
“What the hell is going on with you, Carmen?” I asked as soon as we had some privacy.
“Isn’t it great?” she replied, looking at herself in the mirror and running her hands down her newly-slim waist. “Only six weeks; can you believe it? I thought I’d never wear this dress again! This gym is fantastic! You’ve g-g-g-g-got to try it!” Carmen was literally leaning against a sink, shuddering, with a hand pressed between her legs.
I looked over at Julia for an explanation, but she was holding up the front of her skirt and using a wad of toilet paper to mop up the semen leaking from her pussy. I was left literally speechless; Julia had always been a party girl, but she’d never been a slut.
“Where’s Tasha?” I asked, finally, hoping for reinforcements.
“She had a conflict,” Carmen said, brushing her dress smooth.
“But the three of us can still have a good time,” Julia suggested, tugging her hem back into place.
“Did those guys drug you?” I demanded.
Both of my friends laughed. “As if they needed to!” Julia said. “C’mon; you’ll have a good time!”
“I don’t need to do this to have a good time,” I answered, fighting the urge to cry. Both of them clearly were not in their right minds, but I didn’t see any way to get them free by myself. “If you insist on going back out there, you’re going alone!”
Head held high, I left the bathroom and marched back out the entrance, praying they’d follow but knowing they wouldn’t. As soon as I reached the sidewalk, I tried calling Tasha, but her phone rolled straight to voicemail.
Momentarily stumped, I finally headed toward Carmen’s place. It felt bad, tattling on my best friend, but Wayne was her husband. Besides, maybe he could help me get Carmen and Julia out of there before she actually cheated on him.
Nobody answered the door but the lights were on, so I let myself in with the hideout key. Wayne was probably watching a game on TV. When I found him, the TV was on, but he wasn’t watching it.
Wayne’s attention was focused completely on Tasha, who knelt before him, stark naked. Her tits, which looked to be about two cups larger than the last time I’d seen them, were wrapped around his rigid cock as she jacked him up and down her cum-slicked flesh.
Beyond shocked, I let out an involuntary gasp. Tasha stopped, looking up. Wayne twisted to see what she was looking at.
“Hey, Caitlin,” he panted, with a smile that kept wanting to slip into a leer. “Have you checked out that gym of Carmen’s yet?” He suddenly jerked and blew a thick load across Tasha’s face. Rather than pull away, she opened her mouth and extended her tongue to catch what she could.
I fled in a panic. My phone beeped, but I turned it off, as if answering it might somehow contaminate me. When I reached my apartment, part of me wanted to burrow into the bed and hide, but another part felt trapped. I needed to do something. After a moment of thought, I started rummaging in my junk drawer for that stupid business card.
Running in screaming, “What have you done to my friends?!” didn’t seem like a great idea, so I showed up dressed to exercise, in shorts, a sports bra, loose tank, and running shoes. A small bag contained a towel and a camera—in case I found anything incriminating. I’d left my cell at the apartment; call me paranoid.
The place looked expensive enough, complete with a cute receptionist in a logo polo shirt behind the desk, even though at 8 PM on a Friday the place had to be dead. “Welcome to Nu-U Fitness and Conditioning,” she chirped. “My name is Cara; how may I assist you?”
“Um, I heard about you from some of my friends and thought I’d check it out.”
“A referral? That’s just great! Here; just fill out the top of this card and I’ll the sales manager to give you a tour and discuss our plans!”
I looked at the card, which predictably requested my name, address, and phone—just the things I didn’t want to provide. “I’m not really sure I want to right now.“
“That’s okay!” she replied, unfazed. “Just hold onto it, and return it if you decide to continue with us. Oh! Here’s Reese now!”
The man who’d ed us in the lobby was very definitely not a woman. He was dressed casually in a Nu-U shirt like Cara’s and a pair of tightly-fitted shorts that did nothing to obscure the impressive bulge he was packing. His attentive eyes caught mine when I forced them up to his handsome face. I could see Reese front and center in a fantasy, but there was no way I wanted to work out in front of him. Even if I wanted to be there at all, which I didn’t.
“I thought this was a women-only gym?” I got out on the second try.
“It is,” he replied, his voice holding a husky warmth that wrapped around me like a warm fuzzy blanket on a cold night. “My name is Reese, and I’m the sales manager. It would be my pleasure to show you our facilities and discuss your needs.” His eyebrow rose in silent inquiry.
“I’m Caitlin,” I replied, completely forgetting my intention to use a pseudonym.
“It’s truly a pleasure to meet you, Caitlin.” Reese smiled at me, and I found myself smiling too. “Such a pretty name for a pretty girl. Shall we start the tour?” His light touch on my arm made all the hairs stand at attention.
I looked at the old clock radio by my bed a second time, and then checked my phone. Both agreed I’d gotten home just before midnight, but I could swear I hadn’t spent more than forty-five minutes—well, maybe an hour, tops—at Nu-U. I struggled to anything that might have taken up the extra time, but basically it had just been a boring tour followed by a boring sales pitch.
Not that the facilities had been anything short of top-notch, or that Reese hadn’t been engaging. But I was happy with my own routine, had no intention of g up anyway, and had only been looking for anything suspicious—without luck. Well, all things considered, I was happy to have wasted my Friday night; I could think about what was up with my friends the next day.
Sighing, I opened my bag to retrieve my camera and paused as I found the outfit I’d been wearing, neatly folded atop my shoes! To say I was surprised would be putting it mildly. My first thought was that I was naked—which was silly, since I clearly wasn’t—and my second was to open the closet door and stare at myself in the full-length mirror.
Technically, I was still dressed for a workout, but honestly, I looked like a total slut. The dark sports bra held me tightly but was so thin it looked sprayed on. Despite the lack of material, it managed to enhance my bust and cleavage, while displaying prominent bumps where my nipples pressed against it.
Further down, a pair of pink low-rise shorts with enough real estate for a Nu-U logo and not much else displayed a visible cameltoe. As I stared, I became convinced I could see the shadow of my neatly-trimmed landing strip through the thin fabric. What the hell?!
I tried pulling out the waistband and looking for panties, didn’t see any, pushed the shorts down and confirmed I was going commando, then nearly tripped when they tangled with my shoes. The white trainers I was wearing now had wedge heels that had to be at least two-and-a-half inches high!
After a brief struggle, I escaped from the slutwear. Too incensed to worry about private nudity, I picked up my phone and started searching for Nu-U’s number, only to be distracted by a charge alert for my credit card. Nu-U had charged me $500—for what?
The email from [email protected] answered that question. “Congratulations on becoming our newest member!” it began; I scrolled quickly to the bottom, looking for their phone number. I wasn’t sure what had happened, but for sure I hadn’t given them $500 and signed up! Unfortunately, my call went straight to voicemail.
Feeling frustrated, I plugged in my phone, turned off the light, and flopped onto my bed. I couldn’t help puzzling over the mystery of my new clothing. Why had I changed? When had I changed? Where had I changed?
For some reason, I imagined standing naked in front of a smiling Reese, slowly pulling on (not off?) one article of clothing at a time while watching his glistening hard-on bob—damn, I needed to get laid! I thought about masturbating, but it just seemed like too much work. Besides, I refused to lower myself to fantasizing about being objectified by some man—even if he was hot.
I woke, disoriented, flustered, and dripping wet, from a vivid dream. Julia had been bent over a desk, screaming her lungs out, while Reese pounded into her from behind. I’d been sitting, naked, g forms Cara pushed in front of me with one hand while frantically fingering myself with the other.
He pulled out of her, cock glistening with their mixed juices, and turned to face me as I scrambled to throw myself atop the desk beside her. “Good girl,” Reese said, grabbing a handful of my ass. “Congratulations on becoming our newest member!”—and I’d woken up.
Damnit! If I’d had to have such a fucked-up dream, the least I could have done was held onto it a few minutes longer! I started fingering myself, mentally shuffling through my favorite fantasies, and finally got off thinking about getting shafted by some anonymous guy—using him like a giant fleshy dildo until he shot his load deep inside me. The thought that I was so hot he just couldn’t help himself gave me the best orgasm I’d had in weeks.
Feeling better, I staggered off to shower and wash myself clean. My armpits felt a little stubbly, so I shaved them; when I toweled off afterwards, I realized I’d shaved off my landing strip, too.
When I walked back to the bed and saw the clothing lying on the floor, the previous night metaphorically smacked me in the face. I knew I had unfinished business with Nu-U. I wasn’t looking forward to the battle, but I was going to get my money back; and as for their so-called workout clothing—they could shove it!
All of my Nu-U acquisitions went into the bag; they could wash them themselves. If they complained about them being worn, I was ready to point out they should have provided suitable underwear.
I wasn’t planning to actually work out, so I could wear anything I wanted. After a moment of thought, I picked out the most scandalous, slutty outfit I owned—a backless halter top (sans bra, of course), tight miniskirt, and metallic stilettos; it would have been racy after dinner and was totally inappropriate before noon, but I didn’t care. I was going to show Nu-U I didn’t need their idiotic hip, and if the sight of me made Reese blow a load in his shorts, it served him right!
As I was climbing into my car, I realized that I’d forgotten to put on anything beneath the skirt, but I wasn’t going to let a slip-up nobody besides me would know about derail my plans. I’d just have to be careful while sitting down, which I didn’t intend to do much of. Nevertheless, I couldn’t help getting a little wet on the drive; how hard would the little cocks on those asshole kids beside me get if they could see my bare lap?
The girl sitting behind the reception desk at Nu-U looked like Cara but with dark hair. “Hi, sexy,” she said with a smile as I approached. “You look like you’re ready for a hard workout!”
My planned diatribe was immediately derailed. “How do you know I’m a member?” I asked, curious. I didn’t have a hip card or any identification, and I’d never met her before.
She laughed as if I’d made a joke. “Just go on back,” she said, waving vaguely toward the main exercise room while glancing down. “Um, Erik will be with you in a minute.”
“I want to see Reese,” I replied, ing why I was there.
“Oh, do you have a referral?” the girl asked, looking more focused. “You lucky bitch!”
I flashed on my morning dream and realized just talking about Reese had revived the insistent itch between my legs. Nervously I tugged on the hem of my skirt and hoped she hadn’t noticed how wet I was getting. If only she’d been a guy... I mentally shook myself. “No, I do not have a r-referral.” The word stuck in my throat.
She shrugged. “Then you see Erik. He’s next up; you know how it works.”
“No, I don’t know how it works,” I retorted. “I—” My mouth moved but no words emerged as I realized a man was staring at me.
He was good-looking—not hot—and wearing the same shirt and shorts Reese had worn the previous night, but he was clearly erect. Very erect. The swollen head of his cock was literally sticking up past the waistband of his shorts! He wasn’t super-thick or anything, but boy was he long. If I took him in my mouth, he’d go so far down my throat I wouldn’t even taste his cum. If we fucked, he’d reach parts of me no man had ever touched. If he slid that thing into my ass, he’d probably reach halfway to my tonsils...
“What?” I asked, blinking, realizing he’d been talking.
“I said, how would you like to start your workout?” he repeated. The smirk on his face suggested he knew exactly what I’d been thinking, and he didn’t bother to hide the fact he was mentally undressing me.
Two could play at that game; Reese could wait until later. “What would you recommend?” I asked, bending ostentatiously at the waist to set down my bag so I could sign in; when I straightened up, I didn’t bother to adjust the hem of my skirt, and I smiled to myself as a bead of precum glistened at the tip of Erik’s cock. I felt powerful and in control.
“Core and then lower body,” he stated, adjusting himself without making any particular effort to disguise what he was doing. The receptionist’s tongue looked ready to fall out of her mouth.
My workout lasted until noon, and the only parts I ed were Erik’s strong hands slapping mine aside when I tried to touch myself, the way he growled, “good girl, don’t cum until I say so,” and how his cock felt just like I’d imagined when he fucked me—the way he perfectly stretched and owned me when he finally took what he wanted.
“Wow!” the waitress told me when she came to take our drink orders the following month. She was new, wore her regulation black slacks really low on her hips, and had a cute red streak in her dark hair. Her nametag said “Kayla.”
Kayla was trying not to stare at the way my breasts filled the tight black patent leather bra that was all I wore beneath my mesh tank. My nipples ached with the thought that if the heavy chrome zipper was any lower, they’d be exposed to Kayla’s interested gaze. She looked like the type that might appreciate my new studs. “I wish I looked like that,” she commented with a grin after taking our drink orders.
Hours of crunches and bridges, straining desperately to earn the reward of release from my trainers, had given me a great core. I didn’t look like a bodybuilder, but there was no flab or excess bulk between my bra and the matching miniskirt. Just the thought of the workouts was enough to make me wet, even if Carmen hadn’t been teasing my pussy with her toes.
Julia walked in the door with a wide smile, hair still wet; she’d warned us her session might make her a little late. She was accompanied by a cute girl, a few years younger than us, who also sported damp hair and a somewhat dazed look. “Hey, everybody,” Julia greeted us, “meet my paralegal, Leah! She just signed up at Nu-U, too.” She quickly rattled off our names.
My cunt clenched at the thought of Julia and Leah worshiping Reese’s thick cock. My imagination flashed an image of Leah’s sweet bubble butt stretching around a trainer’s erection while she moaned like a good little slut. If I didn’t find some guy to fuck and take the edge off soon, I’d go crazy before Saturday morning’s workout.
“Here, Leah, have my seat,” I suddenly decided, disentangling myself from Carmen and standing. “I’ll flag down the waitress and have her get another chair and some drinks. What do you want?”
She blinked and evidently recognized something that marked us as sisters under the skin. “Um, thanks, Caitlin. A margarita, rocks, lots of salt?”
“Make it two,” Julia said as she settled into her chair.
I went in search of Kayla. She was over by the end of the bar, dropping off some empty glasses, and smiled at me as I approached. My bra felt tighter than it had a few minutes earlier. “We need a pair of margaritas with lots of salt,” I told her, and then touched her arm lightly when she turned to enter the order.
She looked at me, a little surprised but still friendly. “Was there something else?”
My arousal was so intense I knew she could have seen how wet I was if she looked down at my legs. “Kayla,” I started, savoring her name; I could almost imagine how it would sound when Reese spoke it. I looked straight into her eyes, holding them with mine. “You could look this good too, easily. There’s this great gym I use—it’s just for women, and I think you’d really do well there.”
Kayla looked more than a little glassy-eyed by the time I finished; she was just too delicious. “Here’s a card.” She twitched and blinked at the movement. As she accepted it, I could almost feel phantom cocks probing the most sensitive parts of my body.
Kayla looked at the card, and turned it over; I’d written my name in the blank after “I heard about you from”. “Thanks, Caitlin,” she said, flashing me a smile, “I’ll check it out!”
The rush I felt was better than I’d gotten from any cock, and almost as good as the sensation of a man filling my body with his cum. I fought not to let my legs buckle as a small orgasm rippled through me. In my mind’s eye, I could hear Reese’s voice telling me again, “Refer a friend and get rewarded.”