This is my second submission in the series. If you have further ideas or suggestions for further stories feel free. EVERYONE in this submission is OVER 18 YEARS OF AGE. - RS
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Miss Beatrice Bustee or "B" as her friends called her had come back from her vacation in Brazil so relaxed. B no longer saw herself as discarded by her husband but now a new and improved piece of ass. It also helped that her husband was completely oblivious of what had occurred between her and the stranger at the beach. To stay upbeat, she felt like she would need to step up her fitness level and keep herself occupied; it was such a lonely life as a housewife in Beaverley Heights. Her best friend, Jenna Juggs or "J" for short, had recommended this brand new fitness club in town, BBC Fitness.
'Sure' she thought, 'Why not.'
Arriving at the gym in her usual workout attire of skintight yoga pants, sneakers and padded sports bra, B went to the front desk where she was greeted by a very beautiful and voluptuous black woman wearing a collared polo shirt and yoga pants. After a little small chat, B heard some pretty good news. It turned out that the owner was Rod Sterling, brother in law of one of her good friends, Loretta Luscious. After conversing with Jenna beforehand, Loretta had pulled out all the stops and arranged for a complimentary private session for B with the head personal trainer of BBC Fitness, Lucius Sterling; nephew of the owner Rod.
"You know," the receptionist named Denise asked, "You must have good friends. The wait list for this place is crazy long and Mrs. Luscious already took care of the paperwork for your uniform."
"Uniform?" B asks. "What uniform?" The receptionist smiles and hands her a white wrapped package from a cubby behind the desk.
"Oh, standard uniform for all our VIP members. You are getting the star treatment. Now if you would grab your things, please follow me and we'll get you started."
Smiling, B takes the package and follows Denise to the locker room. She notices that despite the high demand for this place, the gym is very quiet.
'Hmm, how peculiar.' She thought to herself. The two eventually made it to the locker room and walked in. Everything was state of the art. Even the locker room had brand new lockers and full body showers and an enormous sauna. Eventually, they stopped at an open locker the size of a phone booth.
"OK, Miss Bustee. This is you. Number 044. I will be outside while you change. Call me when you're ready." B smiled and thanked the receptionist before she started to undress. Quickly, she stripped down to her black G-string, placed her clothes in the open locker and then reached for the box with her new uniform.
'Hmm, well let's see what's in this thing.'
Opening the box, B laid out the articles of the outfit on the bench one by one: white cotton headband, white cotton wrist guards, white knee length cotton socks and a hot pink spandex thong leotard with V-neck front. The socks, wrist and headbands have embroidered in large black letters, I <3 BBC on them.
'Um I don't think so. I like wearing sexy things but this is ridiculous. I can't wear this in a public place.' She had seen a leotard like this in 80's fitness videos but never in real life. B's normal workout attire, although slimming, was always modest and this leotard was just a little too extreme for her taste.
Nervous, B scurried out of the locker room and hiding behind the door, she calls for the receptionist.
"Um, Denise?" B calls out; she had grabbed a clean towel and wraps herself in it.
"Yes, Miss Bustee. Is there a problem?" B makes a grimace.
"Um, the uniform? It's a little um...revealing. Do you think I can just wear my usual workout clothes?" Denise shook her head.
"I'm really sorry, Miss B. But those are the regulations per the VIP club contract. Um...I can get you some compression shorts if that would help with um...some of your coverage issues?" B thought for a second. She knew if Jenny went through all this hassle to get her on the list and she bailed out now that Jenny would be furious.
"Sure, Sure." Quickly, Denise rushed to the front office and came back with a pair of opaque white compression shorts.
"Will this work?" B grabbed them.
"Um, sure, sure. Thanks." B closed the door and Denise waited outside. After trying on the knee length socks, B removed her G-string and pulled on the opaque white spandex compression shorts before sliding on the leotard and the headband and matching wrist bands. Sliding on her sneakers, she looked at her reflection in the full body mirror in her locker. The low-cut, scooped V-neck of this pink leotard revealed a little more of her supple cleavage than she would have liked; especially for a simple workout center environment. Her tits especially looked like balloons bursting from the latex fabric. The compression shorts, although very tight, at least helped conceal her ass a little bit.
"Well, here we go." Taking a deep breath, B adjusts her outfit; wiping off her make-up and tying her long flowing blonde hair in a white scrunchie. Throwing her clothes in the locker, B heads outside to meet with Denise.
"Alright, follow me please." The receptionist smiles as she ushers B to follow her down the hall to a private gym training room. Sliding a card key, the door opens and Denise ushers B in. The room is complete with state of the art bench, shoulder and leg press machines and a large squat rack with weights all over the place in racks. Mirrors are on every corner of the room and the floor is filled with mats. Exercise balls and leg wrap weights are placed in a corner of the room.
"Mr. Sterling," Denise calls to a man doing reverse pull-ups upside down on a pull-up bar. "Your appointment, Mrs. Bustee is here."
"Thanks, Denise." Says Lucius as he flips over and walks over to B. He is wearing black compression shorts and tennis shoes. A gold chain is hanging down his neck and he is shirtless; his body is rippling from head to toe with muscles. Mr. Sterling reaches out his hands.
"Mrs. Bustee? I'm Lucius Sterling," They shake hands.
"Pleasure to meet you; I'll be your personal trainer today. Mrs. Juggs says great things about you." B smiles; unamused by his flattery.
"I am sure. This place is pretty highly recommended. I heard the wait list was for months." Lucius grinned.
"Is this your first time to BBC Fitness?"