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Tim Sales yawned and stretched outwards. His eyes caught the time on his personal computer and saw the hour count tick over to eleven o'clock at night. This was a long stretch away from the old tennis club in Los Angeles, he was now working in a luxury high class sauna/gym hybrid in New York City on behalf of Mister McTavish's long series of fitness centres.
The fitness centre was a large building that looked similar to the library from the scene in Ghostbusters. Whenever Tim was by himself he would amuse himself by implementing him into the scene with one of the centre's fire extinguishers. The front desk and main office were on the bottom floor, marble tiles decorated the floor giving off the impression of the building being much classier than it was. The stairs were on either side of the front desk that wrapped around the desk and moved up to the second floor. On the second floor there was the changing rooms and that's where the tennis courts and badminton lanes were. On the first floor: there was the expensive, and large, swimming pool, there was the main gym area that consisted of cross-trainers, treadmills, exercise bikes and general exercise equipment. Opposite the gym, there was a closed door sauna where the customers could sweat the fatigue of exercising off of them.
When he was running the centre, Tim didn't have much chance to admire the scantily clad women who would often flock to the gym in their tight spandex. The women would often flirt with him, calling him cute and several other pet names but would then disappear into the gym never to talk to him again. It almost made him want to cry.
It had been a while since he had fucked Blake Lively in the showers of his old employment, the L.A tennis club and since then he hadn't had any action. Sure, he'd jerked off but he hadn't actually fucked a girl in a long time. The more he thought about it the more he realised that Blake may have been the last girl he did fuck.
A 'ping' sound effect came on over the computer's system indicating that they had an e-Mail. Dragging the cursor over to the e-Mail programme and quickly double clicked it. When he read the sender his heart jumped up to his throat.
Blake. Fucking. Lively.
Steadily, he double clicked the e-Mail and read what she had put.
'To whom it may concern,
I've got a free training exercise with a friend tonight at eleven fifteen, but I'm currently busy and won't be there until eleven thirty. Can someone get back to me ASAP I would greatly appreciate it.
With regards,
Blake Lively.'
Tim did indeed have an appointment booked at eleven fifteen and was silently cursing the person who wasn't turning up. That was before he knew it was Blake though. He started to type out the response and decided to leave out that it was her former fuck buddy on the other side of the computer. She mentioned that she had a friend coming as well, his mind started to wonder as to who her friend could be. Knowing his luck it would have been one of the male co-stars from Gossip Girl.
Groaning lightly, his ears perked up when he heard the doors go.
Looking up from the front desk, he saw a girl wearing a long beige trench coat walk up the marble steps and walk towards the desk. She had her hair tied up in a pony tail and her eyes were covered by an expensive set of sunglasses.
"Hi." She smiled at Tim, she took the gym bag off of her right shoulder and dropped it on the floor.
"Hello, welcome to Fitness Academy. How can I help you?" Tim asked, keeping his voice level as his mind started to think on Blake Lively turning up again.
"My name's Leighton Meester. I'm meeting up with my friend Blake Lively who should be here..." Leighton started, turning her head around to try and spot her blonde co-star.
"Ah right! Miss Lively's been delayed and won't be here until eleven thirty. You are more than welcome to use the equipment until then."
Leighton took the sunglasses off of her face and placed them down on the counter, she undid the sash on her trench coat and dumped it on the counter of the desk. Leighton was now stood in front of Tim in a tight spandex outfit that had two straps over her shoulder with a set of booty shorts for her bottoms. She looked down at Tim's name tag and smiled sweetly.
"Thanks Tim... But before Blake gets here there's something I'd like to know. Can you keep a secret?" She asked, a sly smirk creeping across her face as she walked along the width of the desk and soon came behind the counter. He stood up to meet her but before he could even reply, Leighton dropped to her knees and pushed Tim back into his chair. Keeping him in place with her left hand, Leighton used her right hand to feel his now swelling groin.
"I have a secret. Do you want to know my secret Tim?" She asked, her hand palming and squeezing at his erection that was now starting to press against his tight cotton trousers. When he nodded his head dumbly, she smiled and looked up at him. Slowly licking her lips from side to side, Leighton took her left hand off of Tim and onto the spandex on her shoulders. Slipping the straps off of her top, the brunette slowly revealed her magnificent chest to a gaping Tim. "I love to suck cock."
Using her right hand, Leighton unzipped Tim's fly and watched as Tim took a deep breath of pleasure. She unbuttoned Tim's boxer short buttons and found his now rock hard cock. Looking over the seven inch member, Leighton opened her mouth and took Tim's dick into her warm, wet mouth. She moaned sexily as she pressed her lips down around his shaft and started to bob her head up and down the first few inches of his cock.
She pressed her lips down around his member as she sexily slurped up and down on his cock. Her mouth made a series of lewd noises as she delivered an expert blowjob, producing a fair amount of saliva on his dick, Leighton watched as it rolled down his large shaft. Taking her lips off of his cock, the brunette pushed Tim's cock upwards and delivered a swift lick on the underside picking up all of her spit. Swiftly slapping her wet tongue against Tim's dick's underside making sure to cover all of it. Her soft tongue stroked the thin vein that ran the entire length of his dick.
Leighton's tongue lapped all over Tim's dick making sure to cover all of it, as if Tim's dick was coated in her favourite pancake topping, Leighton covered all of his dick. Stroking her tongue upwards, she quickly opened up her mouth and moved her lips back over his cock. His hands ran through her soft, silky brown hair as she started to suck more and more of his cock. She had swallowed four out of his seven inches and her mouth was starting to get fuller. She let out a sexy, low moan as his dick stabbed at the inside of her left cheek. Using her hands, Leighton started to paw at her soft tits, her nipples had got hard during the time they were exposed to the cool air conditioned reception area.
