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Kyle's Continuing Sexual Adventures - Club-F, Chapter Three (3/7)
This story is about sex and sexual events that underage readers, or
those offended by stories of this nature had best avoid. Reading beyond
this warning means you have accepted full responsibility for what you
read. The author is therefore not responsible.
This story is fiction. If it happens to imitate life (is anyone really
this lucky?) then it does so purely by coinsidence.
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* * *
.
When I left the club, thoroughly satisfied with having joined, I
realized, by the time I got home ten minutes later, that I was not
experiencing the memory loss Jody suggested. At first I thought it was
just likely to take longer than the few seconds she explained it would
take.
After a few hours, not only could I still recall fucking her hot ass, I
wanted it again. I went to sleep and dreamed of the great fun I had at
the gym. I might work out twice a day some days if I could get my cock
into a piece of ass like hers, I thought, as I was roused from sleep by
my alarm.
I still remembered every detail of the my sexual encounter with Jody.
While I knew she said this would not happen, I decided I might have some
fun with it.
I wondered, too, how some people even remembered they were gym members,
but maybe since it was a conscious decision to join before encountering
the air, that was how they recalled it. Or maybe it was a subconscious
yearning for more sex? I was not in any position to ever know.
I got ready for work, packed a bag for the gym, and left.
* * *
After a long, but good day at work, I decided I would make it to the
gym before Jody's shift ended, and tell her what was going on.
"Excuse me," I knocked on her open door, "remember me, we met yesterday
when I joined the gym?"
"Of course Kyle. Please come in."
"Look, Jody, I think we should talk about something..."
"You remember the sex? We know."
"We know? How? And who is 'we'?"
"Well, you see Kyle," she began, "there is some sophistiscated
equipment in this place, so we know who is immune to the effects of the
memory suppresant. In the early test phase of the project, it was
discovered that a heat scope of the body will reveal hot spots in the
body--the head--when the drug is working. Those on the antedote or
naturally immune, do not have this going on. All of the rooms have
hidden infrared cameras that analyze body heat, so we can spot the
unaffected, and see to it they do not talk to outsiders... because that
is how the rumors start."
"When did you find out?"
"This morning; the report was on my desk when I arrived. Don't worry,
you won't be kicked out unless you talk. And before you ask, you know I
want you again. I could not get you off my mind last night. I'll even
tell you, I rode my vibrator long and hard as I thought about you. You
are one hot fuck Kyle."
"Thanks. I think. Do I still get to fuck the people who are affected by
the drug?"
"Of course, that is half the fun. And no one, whether they remember or
not, will turn you down. They are all too horny. They all want to fuck."
"All because of the drug in the air. That is what made me so horney
yesterday... and... uh... My gawd, look at my cock now!" I pointed to
the buldge in my crotch: all eight inches were standing at attention,
ready for planting season.
"Well I would sure love to stay and ride my ass up and down that again
tonight, but I have an appointment. Maybe I'll see you over the
weekend?"
"Sure," I said. Feeling disappointed, I went to the change room to
prepare for a workout. I had not been to my new locker yet, not had I
been past the door of the change room when Jody led me through the club
the night before. It was a very new, very clean room. The sign on the
door read: "No Sex in Here, Please." I laughed to myself and wondered
how often that rule was broken.
After changing, and heading out the back entry to the weight room, I
found out about breaking the rule. Passing by the hot tub, I noticed
four men sitting around jacking-off while two more fucked. I wasn't
interested in that, at least not that night, so I ignored it and made my
way to the weights.
It had been a couple of years since I lifted on a regular basis, so I
took it really easy. The one thing I did not want was to be hurt. Pulled
muscles hurt, and they don't help when getting fucked is part of the
workout.
I focused on my legs since they were in the best shape--I had been
running a fair amount, and while they were not super strong, they were
fit. I was really engrossed in my workout, and did not notice right away
how sparsely populated the room was. I had been a bit disappointed that
Jody could not do me that night, but I soon got over that.
Finished with my last set of leg press, I sat on the
abduction/adduction machine--the one that looks like a birthing
table--and went to work on my thighs and inner legs. It was then that I
noticed in the mirrors, a pair of attractive, very fit, early-thirties,
brunettes watching me. They were the only other people in the room. I
winked at them, and continued with my set.
As I rested between sets, I glanced in their direction to see both of
them sitting on a bench-press bench, with their hands in their shorts,
obviously stroking their pussys. One of them looked at me and smiled.
The other licked her lips...
I returned the looks with a nod, and got up from the aparatus, I could
finish this exercise another day.
"Hello, I'm Kyle. Wanna fuck?" I figured I had to try this out sooner
or later. I had tried that as a pick up line once before and actually
gotten away with it, but that was at a college frat party, and there
were a few strange things in the air that night.
"Yes," the replied in unision. The shorter of the two introduced
herself as Andrea, and the other as Shelley. Andrea was very slim, with
shoulder length brown, maybe even dirty-blond, hair, small firm breasts,
and a strong firm buttocks. I would say she had runners legs, and they
were quite beautiful. Andrea was definitely an athlete. Shelley was not
quite as firm as Andrea, her hair more brown, with cinnamon highlights,
fell to just below her ears. Her tits were bigger, and her ass had a bit
more cushion, but she was certainly quite fit; just not the race-horse
fit that Andrea seemed to be.
"Are you new here Kyle?"
"Yes. How long have you been members?"
"We both joined about six months ago, and we cum at least once a day
six days a week," Shelley replied. "We like to get our fair share of
cock when we can. And," she continued, "it seems we are among the select
few who don't forget what goes on in here."
"Really." I instantly wondered if any one forgot, or people were just
somehow sworn to silence. "So that is why you are so regular with your
workouts?" I joked.
"It's no joke," Andrea quipped, "we are horny without the air in this
place, it only makes it better."
"So lets just get to the action shall we."
"We headed for the door."
Down on the third level, every room was in use. Which explains the
silence in the weight room. Even the orgy rooms were full, or at least
without the "come on in" signs on the doors.
"Would you like to cum to our place Kyle? We live just two blocks
away."
"Alright. I'll do it."
"You mean you'll do us." Andrea smiled. "Meet us in the lobby in ten."
I almost sprinted back to my locker. I showered in about two minutes,
barely dried off, and got dressed. I chuckled to myself when I recalled
my earlier disappointment at missing out on Jody tonight. Here I was
about to have double the fun.
* * *
We met in the lobby, and headed out.
"I hear you got to do Jody last night," Shelley remarked, "how was
she?"
"She was hot. How did you hear?"
"Jody almost never does clients, but when she does, word spreads. Even
the forgetters somehow know about it. Of course I have heard that they
tend to recall their gym life while in the gym."
"Shelley is right," Andrea added. "Rumor has it that you are Jody's
first client in more than three years. She does not fuck just anybody."
This was not your regular sidewalk conversation, and some elderly
people, sitting on their lawn chairs, were not quite about their
displeasure with out talk.
"And what about you two," I asked, "do you fuck every day at the gym?"
"Well, I guess so," Shelley replied. "For a while now, we have been
celebate, even outside the gym."
"Why?"
"Well," Andrea took her turn, "since we can remember and all, we
decided to take a break. The only people who really go all out are those
who cannot recall from day to day. Oh, and here we are."
We arrived at a nice looking four-plex. The two of them shared a split
level, three bedroom. The split being that the bedrooms were in the
basement along with the laundry room and a full bathroom. Upstairs was
the kitchen, a large living/dining room, another washroom, and a storage
room. It was a really nice appartment.
"Well Kyle, what do you think?"
"Fabulous," I said, looking at Shelley's ass as she led me through the
tour.
"The apartment!"
"Oh, yes, that is what I meant," I grinned.
"The great advantage of this place," Andrea added, "is two concrete
floors between the bedrooms and the neighbors above, and a thick
concrete and insulated wall between us and the other neighbors."
"I suppose it can be good for parties," I remarked, noticing that one
of the bedrooms was more like a den or a rec room.
"Yeah, but it is great for loud kinky sex too... Shelly and I are
screamers..."
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