She began her new job as the front desk attendant in hopes of becoming a personal trainer. Tanya knew his smell right when he entered the gym every day at 10 pm on the dot. He wore a nappy beard, possibly trimmed, but it suited his chiseled jawline. His musk beat back any other that dared to contest. It was the distinct smell of musky wood, oak to be exact. It was if he had been splashed in the sun with a fine scotch. He was almost addictive, intoxicating, warm.
She recognized the distinct notes of chocolate, tobacco, and man. His smell was an expensive formula no doubt, and judging by the way strutted into the gym in a new Brioni suit everyday She knew he could afford it. But the question that loomed, Was she pathetic for digging through the sweaty bin of towels to finally find his? To smell his smell moistened her in an instant. Everyone else was nearly grey to her senses, the meant absolutely nothing. The day was invested with the images of Athletic men with their well-toned thighs and irresistible dick prints plastered to their expensive sweatpants.
It wasn't working. Her body was betraying her wishes. Frustrated, she closed her eyes and collapsed against the painted brick wall of the changing room, hating the realization that she hadn't had sex in the past 21 months (it could have been longer she most likely had lost track). She knew the risk, but the reward was worth it.
It wasn't entirely her fault that she hadn't. Working as a front desk attendant in one of the most exclusive fitness clubs in the country was quite demanding and tedious. None the less she did partake in the visual offerings the club had to offer. Despite how many sexy men she met every day at her desk, she hardly had the interest to take their offer to meet them in their hotel rooms or call them after their often short vacation at the juice bar. Her excuse had always been the early hours she had to be at her desk and the exhaustion she felt when she closed very late in the night.
Well, exhaustion wasn't what she felt at the moment. She could feel inexplicable excitement creeping through her thighs and often getting her toes to cringe with anxiety. Her breasts tingled, while her nipples grew tight against the spandex fabric of her workout bra.
She was in the changing room, dammit! She was supposed to change into her workout outfit, join the rest of the women down the hall and spend the next few hours pretending to get it a light workout, but mostly waste time eye checking the athlete's peacocking throughout the gym. However, her mind had become fuzzy lately with images that she was too shocked to speak of. While her left hand held on to the nearest wall to keep her steady, her other hand had already left her side to caress her own thighs, slowly reaching up to trace the soft lips between her legs.
Snap out of it! Just fucking snap out of it, Tanya! She muttered.
Tanya tried her to best of her abilities. She grunted out loud and jerked her hands away from her clit before she'd manage to tear a hole through her own pants. She was surprised no one had made their way past her with all of the noise she was making. She gently rested her back against the wall and closed her eyes, trying fervently to even out her breaths.
The small, silent employee changing room could be her saving grace. Tanya concentrated on the soft winding sound from the air vent to no avail, she became distracted by focusing on the trance music that sounded so far off, blaring from the gym floor down the long passageway.
She was finally making progress the warmth, deep inside her, began to cool. Moans, soft but clear. Her ears picked up on soft sounds emanating from the wall behind her.
"What the...!"
Her body unconsciously jerked away from the wall in astonishment, while her eyes widened with concern for her sanity. Had she imagined the soft moan or perhaps it had been her own? She tried to convince herself but brazenly, she inched slowly towards the wall again, pressing her pierced ear against it, listening attentively.
The sounds waned, then she heard nothing. There wasn't any sound in the changing room except for the loud beat of her heart and the soft breeze from the vent. Stubbornly getting close, Tanya placed her ear to the wall and froze when she finally heard it again.
Cringing wood, soft whimpering, and random groans. The chorus of endless moans that seemed to come from multiple.
She still found it hard to believe her own ears. She was at the gym. Although she did catch the spin instructor blowing one of the security guards once. This was different, there weren't any rooms in the direction that the sounds were coming from. There were more than seven large rooms in the entire building with various workout equipment and athletic supplies.
Perhaps the voices she could hear belong to some of the men and women who were busy panting as they worked out their various programs. But these were sound of passion for sure.
As much as she would love to believe her own explanations, Tanya's eyes began to dart nervously around the changing room, looking for exit doors apart from the main one that led to the passageway. The warmth began to fill her body again. Seeing that there wasn't one, she glanced around more nervously, checking for windows, empty plug holes... anything that she could see through to confirm everything that went on beyond the wall.
The roof! She almost yelled to herself as her gaze finally went above her. She didn't think twice about it. Anxiously, she reached for one of the benches around her and placed it just beneath the movable slab above her. As soon as she was able to push that out of the way, creating an opening for herself, she glanced around her one last time and hurriedly leaped herself from the bench into the roof.
It was dark, narrow and a bit dusty up there but Tanya hardly took note of these distractions.
Immediately she was able to crouch on her palms, knees, and toes, she inched forward, listening attentively until her ears could catch on the moans again, this time more clearly.
They were echoing from various rooms beneath her, especially those that were beside the changing room that she had just left. Tanya was confounded though. She had frequented the gym for as long as she could remember and apart from the changing room, there were only two other rooms down the passageway and those were the toilet and the storage room. If there were more rooms, their entrance doors must have been built along secret passageways.
Still thinking about these and forcefully crawling through the little space on the roof, Tanya finally froze as she found what she was looking for - a small peephole! There was a slab like the one she had pushed out of the way earlier to get herself to the roof but this time around, it was slightly opened. Light slithered in from the roof to the room beneath it. Gently, Tanya crawled towards it and winced, getting her vision to adjust to the view beneath her.
She had hoped that she would find nothing in order to get rid of her racing heart as well as the growing desire inside of her but it seemed that wasn't going to happen. Immediately, she could hear loud groans rhyming with the flipping sounds of whips latching against the flesh; and that was before she noticed two naked women and a single naked man in the center of the room. The man was tied on all fours with his knees to the ground and his naked ass poised towards the grinning women.
"More, you whores!" He was yelling at them. "Don't fucking stop. Don't just fucking...!"
The women were each holding horsewhips they flipped the leather ends over his butts before he could mutter more words. He groaned loudly in pain at them then and nodded, obviously seeking more unbridled pleasure.
As the women's whips came for his naked flesh again, Tanya couldn't help reaching down for her own naked ass with her fingers. She glared at the man's dangling cock and balls between his thighs, fascinated by the way they clenched and jolted excitedly each time the women whipped him.
At some point, one of the women threw her whip to the floor and approached him aggressively. She latched her palm onto his face, earning a weird loud grin from him. Afterward, she held up his head and placed it between her legs, getting him to suck on her dripping cunt.
"I am your whore, aren't I?" She chuckled, obviously making a jest of him. "Now, clean all that cum off your whore's pussy." She said. "Make me wetter than I already am, you cunt."
Tanya couldn't believe any man would want to be treated as this man was. Instead of gasping in shock though, her body reacted boldly, forcing her to touch herself...to pull down her pants and focus on the growing itch between her thighs.
She reached for her cunt with her index finger shamelessly. By the time she thrust in deep, holding back a gratifying moan, she could see that the other woman joined the first and they were already taking turns to twirl their wet cunts over the man's trembling lips. At some point, the first woman turned and buried the man's face in between her ass, getting him to fuck her butthole with his tongue.
Each one of them was insane and Tanya felt she was part of their sinful adventure already. She felt her legs shuddering gratifyingly as she fingered herself raucously, adding another finger to fill her pussy hole.
Beneath her, the scene was getting more tense and aggressive as the man had suddenly closed his teeth over the clit of one of the women. Angry at him, both women had hit his face at the same time, scratching and cursing at him until his body lunged to the floor, exhausted.
They wouldn't let go of him. Tanya gasped with pleasure as they reached for his hardening fat cock instantly and squeezed remorselessly, getting more groans to slip off his lips. The first woman spat on his white cock while her partner jerked and squeezed until she finally guided the shaft deep into her throat with a beaming smile.
"Oh my God!"
It was the man. Tanya had assumed that he was too spent to respond to the tortures from them but he suddenly seemed to have more strength inside of him. He jerked endlessly, failingly trying to free his hands and legs as the second woman sucked and nibbled.
"Stay still." The first woman yelled, focusing on his balls.
