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this woman who did
a sexy photo shoot layout for her husband as a gift."
"She believed that?"
Victoria grinned as she said, "After a lot of
alcohol and compliments." He nodded as she continued, "She wouldn't
be the first woman to fall for the old casting couch, but she's
probably the most intelligent though."
Brian chuckled. "Is there anything you can't get
someone to do?"
She gave him a smug look, "Not that I know
of."
Victoria popped the card out of the computer and
handed it to him. He kissed her again on the cheek. She smiled and
then he said, "And your pussy and ass are gorgeous. I wouldn't
change a thing." She beamed as he walked away.
About an hour later, Victoria picked up the
phone and dialed. Jillian answered. "Victoria. So can I come see
the pictures?"
"Uh, I'm…I don’t know what happened. I'm a
complete moron. All the pictures are blurry. You can't even tell
what they are. It was the lighting or the camera settings or
something."
"Oh, no. Should we try again?"
"I don't think I'm going to be able to pull it
off."
Jillian sighed. "So what should I get him
now?"
"Oh that whole tennis thing sounds amazing."
"What?"
"The tennis vacation and racquets and all will
be perfect. He loves all that crap."
"But you said it was the worst gift ever. You
made me feel—"
"I did not," Victoria interrupted.
"You certainly did."
"I don't know what you're talking about. You
were drinking last night weren't you?"
"Yes, but—"
"You were drunk, right?"
"I wouldn't say—"
"Look I think the tennis idea is great. You
really should let this go. I might not have been completely on
board with it last night, but it’s starting to grow on me."
Jillian stared straight ahead completely lost.
"Oh, okay."
10
After six weeks of working long hours at his
first ever, real job, Rob was doing bench presses in the workout
room of the Blue Stone Apartments on a Sunday afternoon. He'd been
able to get some of his workouts in, but mostly at odd hours when
the gym was virtually empty. On this day, the room was crowded.
There were two other men in the room along with ten young women.
Some of the women were on treadmills, others were stretching, and a
few were using the weight machines, but all were gorgeous and
dressed in revealing, sexy outfits. Rob had forgotten about the
preworkout masturbation suggestion from Gary, and this was the
first day it really would have come in handy.
He and Gary stared at a woman with a perfect
body as she climbed onto a reverse leg curl machine and then
proceeded to put on a show. Rob moved his glance slowly back to
Gary. "Wow."
"I know, right. At least out here they wear
clothes."
"Rob scoffed. "What do you mean?"
"The steam room," Gary said like he should
already know about it. Rob stared back at him confused, and Gary
looked at him flabbergasted as he said, "Follow me."
Two minutes later, Rob and Gary were sitting in
the steam room with towels wrapped around their waists. They were
alone.
"I didn't know this was here. So, what, uh, they
come in here in their tiny towels?"
Gary just grinned at him, and then Rob said,
"I'm not sure I can handle that. I didn't jerk off like you
sug—"
Just then a completely naked gorgeous young
woman entered the room carrying her towel. Rob shut up as his jaw
dropped. Gary quickly opened up his towel then smiled at her.
"Hey, guys," she said.
Rob glanced down to Gary's display, and Gary
whispered, "Don't be shy, they don’t like it."
Rob quickly opened his towel; his penis had
built up a little size to it already due to the free show. Carl
Rodgers entered the room next unabashedly carrying his towel. His
nub of a penis displayed for all of them to see. Rob nearly grinned
but held back. Carl said, "Hey, boys."
"Mr. Rodgers," Rob said.
Gary said, "Hey, Carl."
Carl smiled and sat down really close to Rob.
"Call me Carl, Rob. We're naked for God's sake."
"Sorry, Carl."
Rob could feel Carl's eyes on his groin, and he
began to sweat deciding
a sexy photo shoot layout for her husband as a gift."
"She believed that?"
Victoria grinned as she said, "After a lot of
alcohol and compliments." He nodded as she continued, "She wouldn't
be the first woman to fall for the old casting couch, but she's
probably the most intelligent though."
Brian chuckled. "Is there anything you can't get
someone to do?"
She gave him a smug look, "Not that I know
of."
Victoria popped the card out of the computer and
handed it to him. He kissed her again on the cheek. She smiled and
then he said, "And your pussy and ass are gorgeous. I wouldn't
change a thing." She beamed as he walked away.
About an hour later, Victoria picked up the
phone and dialed. Jillian answered. "Victoria. So can I come see
the pictures?"
"Uh, I'm…I don’t know what happened. I'm a
complete moron. All the pictures are blurry. You can't even tell
what they are. It was the lighting or the camera settings or
something."
"Oh, no. Should we try again?"
"I don't think I'm going to be able to pull it
off."
Jillian sighed. "So what should I get him
now?"
"Oh that whole tennis thing sounds amazing."
"What?"
"The tennis vacation and racquets and all will
be perfect. He loves all that crap."
"But you said it was the worst gift ever. You
made me feel—"
"I did not," Victoria interrupted.
"You certainly did."
"I don't know what you're talking about. You
were drinking last night weren't you?"
"Yes, but—"
"You were drunk, right?"
"I wouldn't say—"
"Look I think the tennis idea is great. You
really should let this go. I might not have been completely on
board with it last night, but it’s starting to grow on me."
Jillian stared straight ahead completely lost.
"Oh, okay."
10
After six weeks of working long hours at his
first ever, real job, Rob was doing bench presses in the workout
room of the Blue Stone Apartments on a Sunday afternoon. He'd been
able to get some of his workouts in, but mostly at odd hours when
the gym was virtually empty. On this day, the room was crowded.
There were two other men in the room along with ten young women.
Some of the women were on treadmills, others were stretching, and a
few were using the weight machines, but all were gorgeous and
dressed in revealing, sexy outfits. Rob had forgotten about the
preworkout masturbation suggestion from Gary, and this was the
first day it really would have come in handy.
He and Gary stared at a woman with a perfect
body as she climbed onto a reverse leg curl machine and then
proceeded to put on a show. Rob moved his glance slowly back to
Gary. "Wow."
"I know, right. At least out here they wear
clothes."
"Rob scoffed. "What do you mean?"
"The steam room," Gary said like he should
already know about it. Rob stared back at him confused, and Gary
looked at him flabbergasted as he said, "Follow me."
Two minutes later, Rob and Gary were sitting in
the steam room with towels wrapped around their waists. They were
alone.
"I didn't know this was here. So, what, uh, they
come in here in their tiny towels?"
Gary just grinned at him, and then Rob said,
"I'm not sure I can handle that. I didn't jerk off like you
sug—"
Just then a completely naked gorgeous young
woman entered the room carrying her towel. Rob shut up as his jaw
dropped. Gary quickly opened up his towel then smiled at her.
"Hey, guys," she said.
Rob glanced down to Gary's display, and Gary
whispered, "Don't be shy, they don’t like it."
Rob quickly opened his towel; his penis had
built up a little size to it already due to the free show. Carl
Rodgers entered the room next unabashedly carrying his towel. His
nub of a penis displayed for all of them to see. Rob nearly grinned
but held back. Carl said, "Hey, boys."
"Mr. Rodgers," Rob said.
Gary said, "Hey, Carl."
Carl smiled and sat down really close to Rob.
"Call me Carl, Rob. We're naked for God's sake."
"Sorry, Carl."
Rob could feel Carl's eyes on his groin, and he
began to sweat deciding
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