The following Mature category tale describes what happens when a 37 year old Gym owner becomes entranced by an lovely 18 year old college coed who dreams of winning Olympic gold. Will the short, full breasted beauty be seduced by the tall, blond gym owner? An erotic romance that hopefully will titillate you -- enjoy!
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Most guys would have chosen the blond. And she was exactly my type!
And why the heck not? Tall, long legged beauty with large, firm, high cones that threatened to poke through the pale yellow tank top she was wearing. Gorgeous blue eyes that sparkled as she smiled back at me. An eighteen or nineteen year old so fresh and ripe she took a man's breath away.
But for some reason it was her little, dark haired friend that had grabbed my attention when the two had walked into my office. There was a gamin like cuteness to her that just drew me in. I momentarily wondered if she'd turn out to be worth the trouble.
The club was simply called 'courseys college bods'. I'd opened it up three years ago in the four story aging, red brick industrial building I'd bought with some profits I'd made in the tech stock boom. Yahoo and Google and Dell had paid for the weights and machines and fancy locker rooms. Had also paid for the modern two thousand square foot apartment I'd built for myself on the top floor.
It was located just east of the campus, part of an area that was quickly becoming the 'in' entertainment area. It was a trendy zone that still had a certain edginess to it and which catered to the thousands of students that flooded into our city in the first week of September every year. And university students these days have lots of money to spend. I had an Internet Café/Juice Bar on the ground floor that stayed open 24/7, a photography studio on parts of the first and second floor, and the fitness club which took up part of the ground floor, half of the second and all the third. The operation had been a gold mine since it had opened.
"We're interested in joining the gym," the short, dark haired cutie blurted out before she settled her small but perfectly shaped teenage fanny into the chair.
"Hi ladies, I'm Jim Coursey," I announced in my salesmans voice, standing with a big smile on my face, my hand extended to shake theirs.
"Didi...Didi Palmer," blondie said with a big smile as she took my hand in hers. "And this is my friend Melissa Taylor...Mel," she added.
"We'd like to know how much it'll cost to join...for the school year," Mel asked without standing or hardly even acknowledging me. Rich bitch I guessed immediately. The kind that could get my dander up. I usually didn't like these short, mouthy girls.
Even though she wasn't much over five two, and she was wearing baggy sweats both top and bottom, I could see at a glance she was an athlete. Something about the way she held her shoulders instantaneously made me think swimmer, a thought only strengthened by her black hair that was cut short in a tight spiky bob and which highlighted her pale skin and dark eyes.
"It depends...there are quite a few factors involved," I delayed, not willing to let this young girl take my fun away from me. I loved making my salesman's spiel. "I better give you two a tour first."
"Can't you just tell us the price?" she asked, the irritation clear in her voice.
Oh sweetie, I thought, I'm going to have some fun with you. "You haven't even filled in the application form yet. Now c'mon girls, let me show you around."
"We have friends who are members...we know all about the club...I'm in a rush," bossy Mel insisted.
Are you, I thought. "All right Miss Taylor, while I give Didi a quick tour you can start filling in your application. Flicking my intercom I told my assistant, "Jill, I'm going to put a Miss Taylor in the conference room, could you give her the Gold Star Triple X application form please?"
I could hear the excitement in Jill's voice when she answered, "Of course sir." She knew from past encounters that she was going to be entertained this morning.
"But," young Melissa protested when I'd deposited her with the waiting Jill who, grinning, held the five page, double sided, single spaced, 'special' application form in her hands.
"We'll be back soon young lady," I promised Mel as I took the pretty blonds arm, and then escorted her towards the cardio room.
Twenty-five minutes later I led a delighted Didi back into my office. I'd given her my number one sales pitch and she was dying to sign on the dotted line. And after twenty-five minutes of drinking in this beauty's body I was going to make it very easy for her! But maybe not so easy for her friend.
"Melissa's probably getting impatient," Didi said as we both turned and watched her friend sitting next door through the one way glass that looked from my office into the conference room.
"Why don't we finish you up first Didi, then I'll get around to your little impatient friend. Here, why don't you fill this in," I said as I passed a one page form across my desk. It simply asked name, address, phone numbers, e-mail address, height, weight and student status.
"This doesn't seem like the form you gave Mel," she said as she slipped the form back to me a minute later all filled out.
Ignoring her reference to her friend, I said as I started to type figures onto my computer screen, "You know Didi; I think you're going to be very happy with our price."
"I am?"
"You qualify for just about every discount going...and...gosh, look," I said pointing to the screen, "You're our one hundredth new member this month...that doubles the discounts."
"It does?"
"Uh huh. Look, the standard monthly rate is usually three hundred dollars."
"WHAT! Three hundred," the shocked coed squealed, "I could never afford that."
"Yes, but after all the discounts, the special promotions, it works out to just twenty-five bucks a month for you, and of course you also get one free massage and one free session with one of our trainers thrown in."
"Wow!"
"Only $200 smackers total for the eight month long school year. Would you like to pay by cheque or credit card?" I asked with a salesman's smile.
"Credit card," she announced eagerly and then slapped down a Gold Visa card that her rich daddy had happily provided her. "But what are all these discounts anyway Mr. Coursey? How did the price go from three hundred a month to only twenty-five?" Didi asked wonderingly as I ran her card through the machine.
"Please, call me Jimmy. That one's the student discount," I said pointing to the first deduction, a thirty percent chop. "And that one is because you're nineteen, that one is because you're blond, that one"
"Blonds get a discount?" she interrupted.
"Of course! Haven't you noticed how we're always picked on? Made fun of?" I asked as I ran my hand through my golden locks.
"I know...I hate it, it's really not fair." she agreed. "They're always saying we're stupid."
"Exactly! So here we give twenty-five percent off for being blond."
"Mel won't get it?"
"She's not blond, is she? And this discount is because of your height, we prefer tall girls here, and this one is because you have blue eyes," I continued as I ran my finger down the list.
"And what's this last one?" she asked, pointing to the last five per cent deduction on the list.
"It's because I like you," I whispered.
When the beaming beauty finally got up to go I asked her to send in her friend. Then I watched through the glass as Didi talked excitedly to the obviously impatient and angry Melissa.
"What kind of stupid application form is this?" an irate Mel demanded almost before she was through the door to my office. "What does all this have to do with joining a health club? Didi said her form was only half a page long," she added as she slapped the five page form down on my desk.
"This is a Gold Star application Miss Taylor."
"I want the same darn one Didi got. I didn't ask for any Gold bloody star," the little teen fumed.
"Unfortunately Didi got the last student special we had available."
"I'm a student."
"I'm sorry Miss Taylor, but management only allows a limited number of student specials each year. That's why I gave you the next best thing -- the 'Gold Star Triple X'," I said with a big smile.
