Zack stood before the familiar building with its promise emblazoned on the façade: Balance of Life Restoration Center. The therapists and patrons enjoyed a variety of physical and holistic regimens. This was one of his favorite annual Zodiac assignments. The assortment of past evaluation assessments had never failed to amaze him.
The pert receptionist escorted Zack to Libby's office. Libby, as Director, served as the Zodiac's guide hostess throughout the weekend. They caught up on old news and future plans. The Center had opened a new residential wing and Zack would be afforded one of the finer suites during his visit. They had added a few other features since last year: a beauty spa and indoor swimming pool. Libby led Zack out into the main buildings for his requisite orientation and assignment discovery tour.
The yoga room was first. As they entered, Zack's watch bussed, signaling the presence of his evaluation assessment assignment. The room was hot, the bodies sweaty. The occupants were finishing up an hour long Bikram sequence. He looked closely for the glowing ring but no one was wearing jewelry. The ring was probably stored with their clothes in close by lockers. The current pose was Down Dog. Eight nude practitioners were supported on hands and feet, eight toned asses elevated high. Zack surveyed the eight pink pussies arrayed before him. Any one of them would be a delight to investigate.
The pose changed to tree. Each female righted herself and stood on one leg, folding the other to rest its foot on the opposite thigh. This was a balance pose, strengthening the secondary stability muscles. Zack walked a circuit around the room, viewing the nude woman as they built balance into their physiques. This and other poses strengthened the core muscles. It gave them critical resilience and control during coitus, allowing them to intensify their sexual performance. Libby saw Zack's keen interest. She smiled knowingly but withheld which splendid female was his anonymous assignment. She wanted Zack unsuspecting when the yoga enthusiast's flexible undulating sensations thrilled his cock. They stayed for the final activity, the resting pose. The female instructor let Zack assist with diffusing fragrant emollients into the resting participants' thighs, arms and temples. Zack mischievously rubbed the calming relaxants all over their tits and pussies instead. There were no objections from the snickering limber women.
The Dancercise Gym was next. Today's routine was Zumba. The ten women were totally engrossed in the music and motion. Spandex covered butts and boobs bounced to the rhythm. Arms pumped and swung; feet hopped and beat the floor. Zack's watch activated again and he saw several dancers wearing Zodiac rings. But the wild motions prevented him from spying which ring was glowing. Libby knew Zack would be blessed to test any of these fit energetic women.
A less robust but equally challenging art form occurred in the ballet and modern dance studio. Ballet stretches are performed at the horizontal bar with high leg poses and dips. Soft dance slippers were mandatory but other garb was prohibited. The mirrors winked pink flashes as poses exposed cunts and wobbled the array of breast borne nipples.
The swimming pool was fun; swim suits were forbidden. Libby encouraged Zack to strip down and join in the scrimmage water polo game. Zack jumped in but ignored the polo ball. For the next half hour he grabbed wet asses, dunked heads and bobbed for titties among the playful athletes. The nubile water nymphs distracted him with furtive grabs at his flaccid dick.
Libby bypassed the weight room. It was sparingly used; occasionally for physical therapy of sports injuries. Likewise the treadmills and other solo exercise machines were ditched for more emotionally rewarding group activities.
The tour kept the less strenuous venues for last. Libby led Zack to the new beauty spa. The wholesome females started their post workout exit preparations by removing the residue of their aerobic and anaerobic exercises. Saunas and showers were followed by douches and body balms. Zack joined the two professional stylists as they taught their pupils the secrets of applying tinctures and fragrances that accentuated nails, faces and feminine erogenous zones. The effects were stunning and beguiling to the gullible males that the women sought to encounter in their business and social lives.
Finally, there was the Meditation Room. The ambiance included mooted lights, flute tunes and vaporous incense. Women were seated lotus style, heads draped by loose translucent veils and their hands clasped in front of their breasts. They mustered their inner peace before crashing once again into the cutthroat dating world outside.
