The rest of Jenna and Rosa's workout secession went like any other class. After another 40 minutes of hypnotic spin cycle, the group had a small 10-minute break. Rehydrating on coconut water while cooling down for the second half of their workout. The group then made their way upstairs where Aisha had them stretch out again. The smell of sweat and the faint odor of pussy juice permeated their clothes. Showing off the faint outlines of their bras and panties. For the next hour Aisha taught some basic moves. Sometimes acting more like a drill sergeant than a fitness instructor. Jenna was starting to like this woman's style.
As the class wrapped up, Aisha said they will have their next classes on Wednesday and Friday same time. Also, to make sure to stretch out to not get cramps and watch their instructional videos. After this week they would reevaluate for what track they would be on.
In reality, that speech was for the four women who were deemed worth the effort. The other older and less appealing women would be put in the funnel out track. Where they would lose interest over a month but still pay for their classes. The hypnosis would compel them to tell their family and friends how much fun the gym was. As well as make them a little more sexually open. Further tracking in more women of a certain caliber. At the same time the gym would collect unused subscription money from these gullible women. It was kind of ingenious whomever though of tweaking the normal gym membership model.
The rest of the week went pretty fast for Jenna and Rosa. As much as Jenna wanted to focus all her attention on The Pole n' Spin case, they had other cases to work on. Homicides, robberies and gang activity did not stop in a busy city like Miami. For Jenna she was aggravated there were only 24 hours in a day, and she had to sleep at least five of them. In what little time she had to work on the case, Jenna was not producing as much viable information. The few people she managed to investigate from the other gyms were hit and miss. A few had backgrounds in health and fitness while most others didn't. Jenna noted the instructions that had infractions but with no consistent pattern. Mostly DUI, petty theft, drug possession, and one or two charges of assault and battery. Nothing close to A-Rods wrap sheet.
Over the week both Jenna and Rosa continued to watch their exercise videos through their accounts. Which were disguised and replaced once finished. Jenna gently masturbated herself. She pulled on her beautiful pink nipples and fingering herself in small circular motions until she orgasmed. Rosa had started masturbating with a vibrating dildo. Having multiple orgasms while she worked it in and out of her weeping pussy. At one point Rosa blissfully passed out for a few seconds in her living room from a massive orgasm. A gleeful look on her face as her brain lit up like a firework.
During the Wednesday and Friday classes, Aisha repeated the same process. Further conditioning the new trainees. Unlike the home training videos that focused on amping up their sex drive. The Pole n' Spin classes were to make these women more compliant and flexible to instructions. Making requests and situations that appeared to be unusual more normal in their minds. The only issue being that every individual responded differently. Which was why there were different grades of classes.
As they wrapped up on Friday afternoon, Aisha announced the new workout schedules. The six undesirable women would have an early afternoon class. Which was during a time when most people were out shopping. This was to expose them to window shoppers, which could bring in more customers to the gym. Rosa and the busty redhead Judy would move on to the next stage based on their stellar performances. It was the same days but a later timeslot. Jenna and the Asian girl Hana would be placed in a fundamentals course. Which was roughly at the same time except on Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday.
Though Jenna did not like having to commute downtown on a weekend, she went with it. At least she had a few days to work on the case until Tuesday to further investigate.
Meanwhile across town two men waited in line to collect their sub order. It was at a gourmet sandwich shop named Subs-Away! The first man looked like a bad stunt double of Hunter Thompson from Fear and Loathing. He was dressed in a red button-down shirt covered in cartoon parrots. A light tan bucket hat on his head. Aqua blue shorts and large yellow sunglasses with Birkenstocks. The man's face had brown stubble and a nose that looked like it had been broken several times over the years. When the man smiled you could see at least one of his teeth on the upper left side of this mouth was missing. Yet he had an odd sense of charisma about him.
The other man was dressed in a light blue button-down shirt with solid blue tie and dark slacks. His shoes were plain dark brown leather. Appearing like any other office worker getting some lunch. He had strong masculine features with a tan head that was shaved to the grain. On his face he wore a short black goatee beard and black sunglasses. His facial expression was a constant neutral.
The parrot shirt man was Jay Smith. One could describe him as clever silver tonged piece of shit. Most people that knew him in in high school voted him most likely to die in a fireworks accident involving alligators. He was generally disliked by his peers. As well as suffered from a combo of ADHD, nihilism, and a few undiagnosed mental disorders. In high school. Jay broken into his principles home and shaved FUCKER into his dogs' fur while the principle and his family were away shopping. In the only semester of community college he attended, Jay was expelled after allegedly replacing the free condoms offered by the campus health center with defective ones. Though it was never proven.
Though he was a delinquent he spent a decade of his life drifting place to place around Florida. Jay loved grifting gullible people of of their money as well as fell dick first into trouble on a regular basis. His luck ended when he was caught passing fake bills at a strip club owned by the Rocco cartel. Instead of being beat to death and thrown to the gators. Somehow, he managed to weasel his way into the organization. Not before receiving a few love taps to the face. Jay's skills were recognized and became what some might call "a fixer."
Jay's partner was a robot of a man named Orlando Perez. Unlike his partner, Orlando was once upon a time an up and coming detective. He had a beautiful wife and a child on the way. He had a sense of justice to root out corruption and improve their community for his family. He had suspected his department had connections to the drug cartel and was building a case against his superiors. During this time his daughter was born. But she suffered from undetected birth defects that required costly surgery and medication. Even with his insurance, Orlando and his wife would never be able to afford the medical bills. In a moment of weakness, Orlando switched sides. The kickbacks he got from looking the other way kept his daughter alive but cost him everything else. Eventually losing his job, his reputation and support network. When the investigation trial against his precinct was going on. His wife found three bullets on the seat of her car as a warning. She shortly thereafter left Orlando. Taking their daughter across the country and changing their names back to her maiden's name. Cutting off all contact. Orlando became a shell of a man and started working for the cartel. His skills on the force as well as his connections gave him particularly desirable traits as well.
Though these two seemed like an unusual pair, they managed to accomplish more than any other fixers in the cartel. Being both American, bilingual, and capable of adapting to situations as needed. They accomplished their tasks with high success rates. No task was too large or complex that they could infiltrate. Their codename was O.J. Like the football player.
Back in the sub shop Jay was excitedly talking to an uncaring Orlando. While waiting in line Jay was rambling about his recent sexual exploits. "You should have seen this chick. She had a face like Marilyn Monroe with tits that were like two square plastic boxes." Jay starts to mimic a tit job. "It was like putting your dick between two Fuji bottles." Jay ratted on. Completely oblivious to the workers and patrons who could hear everything he was saying. "But man she had an ass that would not quit. Is there a word for but-her-face for tits?"
Orlando took the sandwiches from the baffled female employee and walks to the exit. A mother covering her kids' ears looks at them with utter disgust. Jay with his hands in his pockets turns to the woman and says, "What the fuck are you looking at." As they make their way to the car. In any other place this would have set a bigger commotion. But then again this was Florida.
