Ch 1 -- The Gym
Struck with a libido level that would put a teenager to shame; Helen tossed aside the copy of
Fifty Shades
she was reading. While not too keen on the idea of bondage, she was captivated by the submissive elements of the story. In fact, she was so captivated that a change in underwear had become a necessity.
Not the sort of thing that a woman of her standing in the community back home should be susceptible to. But then, she wasn't at home, was she? Helen gripped her mons through her panties, like a man scratching his nuts, and cast a baleful glance at the book.
It was one of the things she liked about her job; that she could leave her uptight peers at home, fly to the other side of the country and let her hair down with complete anonymity. Plus she then had the added pleasure of sharing her tales of lust and depravity with Kelly.
Still, fingers were not what she needed right now. Perhaps later, around midnight, she would get Bob out for a run and do another chapter. But for now, she decided, a healthy workout in the hotel gym was what she needed most.
No books, no toys, no fingers, just honest sweat,
she told herself.
The scent of her sex was strong as she pulled off her panties and Helen contemplated a shower before going to the gym but decided that was just a waste of water as she would be all hot and sweaty again soon anyway. Besides, no one else would know.
She blamed Kelly for her current state of mind and body though; because it was Kelly that had given her the damn book in the first place -- complete with crusty pages! She smirked at the thought even as she pulled slick spandex over her own naked stickiness.
From her room near the top floor, it was a quick ride up to the gym. However, to her dismay, a note on the door said, "
electronic key system not working, please obtain a hard key from the concierge desk
".
Muttering a string of unladylike curses, Helen stomped back to the elevator and rode it down to the lobby of the Embassy Suites Hotel. Stepping from the elevator, a final profanity escaped her lips when she noticed the bar was still packed with people and even overflowing into the lobby area.
Damn, looks like I missed a good one,
she lamented.
On a normal night, this is where she would have been; chatting with a man in uniform or a fellow traveler. But today had been the designated team-building day, which she always skipped. It wasn't team-building; it was golf for the guys and bonding drinks at a strip club afterward.
And while Helen was always up for a visit to a strip club and all that that entailed, golf just frustrated her to tears; so, she had passed and opted for a movie followed by dinner at a local Mexican restaurant. The movie had been okay, but the food had been divine and she had lingered over a glass of red wine and second helpings.
The end result of that, however, was that she missed the start of happy hour and any chance at first dibs on the loose men or soldiers that always showed up for the half-price booze. So, instead, she skipped the lobby by entering through a side door and went straight up to her room for a quiet night and a bit of reading.
Surveying the scene now though, Helen spotted a couple of hot blonde twins, surrounded by empty glasses, hitting on their waiter.
Poor man
, she thought wistfully as she stood next to a couple of broad-shouldered hunks speaking to the concierge. The thought,
Mmm, nice
popped into her head, and acting on impulse, she arched her back before asking over the top of them for a gym key.
The concierge looked up, checked out her tits, and placed a key on his counter without as much as a word. Helen didn't know if she should be piqued or pleased, but after a moment's consideration, and the key within her reach, she opted for pleased.
Suppressing a giggle, she muttered her thanks and purposefully brushed her right arm and breast against the closest guy as she reached past him for the key. He also threw her tits a glance and she was immensely pleased to see him then elbow his buddy as she turned away. She was a sucker for well-dressed men.
Helen threw a glance at the blonde twins, and sure enough, they had her fixed with a predatory glare that said: 'back off bitch, we're hunting here tonight!' This was a game she knew oh so well, and she played it to the hilt by flicking her long red hair over her shoulder as she sashayed off, nipples awake and pointing the way.
She could feel the heat of the men's eyes burning into her ass and eating up her figure as she headed for the elevator.
Eat your hearts out, girls, spandex wins hands down. Score one for me,
she said to herself as the doors opened and she reluctantly headed back up to the gym for another try at the door.
Located on the top floor of the hotel, the gym had a general use three-lane lap-pool, two crappy old pushbike things, and a small area for weights training. But beyond the pool, there was a second door that led to an executive-only spa area that Helen's key-card should open - if the electronic lock was working.
The executive spa area was only available to gold cardholders and contained various body-building stuff and running machines. There were also steam and sauna rooms. The weight training section was well equipped and came complete with a wall-to-wall mirror and a large yoga mat exercise area. It also sported a magnificent view of the city night-lights which the treadmills were positioned to take advantage of.
Helen really hoped the door would open as she didn't fancy peddling for half an hour on a pissy pushbike while in the public area. And she sure didn't want to contend with any late-night drunk explorers whose only aim was to perv on her ass. She tried her key-card on the door.
