After sleeping a few hours, I got up. I went to the kitchen, made a roast beef sandwich and grabbed a beer. As I was enjoying the roast beef and beer, I was reflecting on the condition I was getting into.
I picked up the phone book and looked up the nearest health spa. I thought that I would go register and have a good work out. When I arrived at the health spa, I parked my car and headed across the parking lot.
I cut between a couple of Cadillac's, stepped out and ran right into the side of a Ferrari. As I got up off the ground, this good looking black chick stepped out. She was very concerned if I was O.K.
I assured her that my ego was all that was bruised. She took one look at my crotch and said "Thank God."
We introduced ourselves and I found out that her name was Mandy. She was a body-builder and often taught at various health spas to help finance her quest for a national title. Today she was teaching at this spa. She invited me to join her class providing that my bruises would permit. If they didn't, she offered to massage away the pain later. She said she had a bit of experience in that area as well.
We excused ourselves and headed our separate ways. Mandy went to teach - I went to get registered.
When I arrived at the desk, I was directed to the beginners classes. I got the room number and headed to the men's locker room to change.
As I wandered down the hall, I ran into Mandy again. Guess who my teacher was? When we arrived at the exercise room, I walked in and took up a position against the nearest wall. Mandy headed to the front.
Calling the class to order, she spaced everyone far enough to do their gyrations without cold-cocking their nearest neighbor.
Eyeing my crotch, she asked me to move to the front line. She explained to the class that she had just knocked me down with her car and wanted to keep an eye on me. Her being black and me white, caused no eyebrows to turn, so the class thought the idea entirely plausible. Mandy really had other ideas.
As we started to get into the exercises, Mandy kept looking at my crotch. She had hit me in the right leg, not the cock. Well, if that was her way of keeping an eye on me, who was I to argue? As my cock began to swell, I could see Mandy was pleased.
I might not be capable of walking, but I could fuck. Mandy looked like she was hot and really needed it. We exercised for 15 minutes and took a break. I was just going to sit down when Mandy asked if she could talk to me outside.
When the door had closed behind us, Mandy asked me what I did for a living. I asked why she wanted to know. She said that she wanted to fuck me, but she wasn't going to if I were a bum.
After I told her what I worked at, she said that was O.K. At this point, I stalked off telling her that I didn't give a fuck if it was O.K. or not. I had my life to live and I didn't need her interference.
I returned to the exercise room and settled against the wall. Soon, Mandy returned and headed toward the front of the class. Catching my eye, she silently motioned for me to join her at the front. I was still sulking, but I moved up there anyway. Fifteen minutes later I regretted it.
Mandy put everyone in that room through their paces this time. By the time she finished, I could hardly move. Mandy came over and I told her that my leg hurt.
Thinking that it might have something to do with the accident earlier, she had me helped into the Director's office. When we arrived office, Mandy asked me to sit down on the sofa. Then, she asked where the pain was. I showed her where it started to cramp up during the exercise.
I thought that I had been all right, but exercising had aggravated the problem. Mandy thought that she should get a better look at it and asked that I remove my pants. As I lowered my sweats, her eyes never left my cock. She just stared at it.
With my pants down, Mandy proceeded to examine my leg with a practiced eye and hands. She felt and squeezed every inch of both legs. Working from the ankle to the crotch until she was satisfied that she had a good comparison between them.
When she finished, she placed her hand on my cock. The heat of her hand was causing my cock to swell. She remarked that I had no problem getting an erection. That was astute since my cock was swelling in her hand.
Mandy pronounced that she thought that I needed a good massage to lessen the pain. My reproductive organs looked to be in adequate shape.
Adequate! Your ass. They were in fine shape. However, I didn't say anything and she offered to give me a massage, at my convenience, to get rid of the pain.
I replied that now was as good as any and her response was simply "your place or mine?". I told her of my professional massage table at home. It would be easier to explain her to my neighbors than the other way around.
She agreed and said that she would meet me in the parking lot after class. I told her to give me a 10 minute head start and she had a deal. I figured that way I could be in my car before she hit the parking lot. Then I'd have some protection.
We met in the parking lot. After giving her my address, I headed out. She made some comment about my Rolls Royce being very conspicuous, but I didn't catch all of it.
I headed out with her hot on my tail. I didn't really try to lose her, but I got to my place about 5 minutes before she did.
Time enough to straighten up a little and hide all the underwear that other guests had left behind.
When she arrived, she had to buzz me from the gate to be let in. After I hit the switch and the gates opened, the video cameras tracked her to the front door.
When she got out of the car, I noticed that she liked leather. She had on long red leather boots, skin tight black leather pants and a black leather jacket that fit like a glove. She even had on black leather racing gloves. To match the Ferrari, no doubt. She looked very sexy.
I pushed the button that opened the door and she entered the foyer. Keying the microphone, I told her to go up the stairs and turn right. She was to enter the third door on the right.
I could see by the look on her face that she was impressed. She had been worried about getting involved with a nobody. That had changed in the last 5 minutes.
She walked up the stairs, turned right, found the door and opened it. I wasn't there. Instead, she faced an empty desk that looked as if I had just left it. Looking at her through the video camera, I could see the perplexed look on her face.
I then spoke to her and told her that I had to be careful of people trying to rip me off. If she were genuine, she would undress right there and prove that she didn't have any hidden weapons.
