Author's Note: This story is about a fear (and a secret fantasy) I always have when I visit a gym. Please don't try this at home unless all the parties present are consenting. I would like to thanks my editor AsylumSeeker for translating my mad ramblings into coherent English, I heartily recommend him to any would be writers.
Although for stylistic reasons the characters are not blurting out their ages, rest assured they are all over eighteen.
Chapter 1: Planting the seed
I hated these visits to the campus' training center. I didn't feel at ease being surrounded by all these jocks and their bimbos, but I wasn't one of those girls who could keep in shape without working out. In fact, I had to work dang hard at it and so I reluctantly came back week after week.
I wasn't as tall, long-legged or attractive as the vapid girls who strutted around the place like they owned it, nor was I part of the "in" crowd. Soon after joining the gym I realized the more senior members liked to mock me to prove their superiority and their place in the gym's social ladder. It didn't take long for me to decide to move my weekly session. I chose early Monday morning before classes, when most everyone was still sleeping off the weekend's extravagances.
Stepping out of the locker room I realized today was no different. I knew by sight the handful of people already present on the training machines, but I had never talked to them. As usual the girl I referred to as the runner was present. She came in early, spent all her time on the treadmill then left. I'd heard she was on the track team; I didn't have any trouble believing it.
I suppressed a disappointed sight when I saw the blue shorts guy heading for the locker room. I liked sneaking off to that one bike close to his favorite training area and watching him work out. Oh well, maybe next week. The third and last person present this morning was the brooding guy. I didn't like this one; he was creepy and attacked the weight machines as if they had personally ruined his life. Luckily he had never so much as looked at me.
I went as far from the brooding guy as physically possible and did my stretching exercises. I didn't feel like sharing the treadmills with the runner girl so I started the day's routine with the bike. I set the fitness level to 'no hills' and started the ride. Nothing too difficult for me; I just wanted to be in shape, not run myself into the ground. It wasn't long before I let myself be carried away by the repetitive motions and slipped into a daydream involving me, the blue shorts guy and the training pad.
"... totally did!"
I was shaken out of my reverie by a voice I knew only too well. Tall, blond and sexy Mandy Johnson was a total bitch and the main reason why I had to come in so early. Mandy had constantly teased me and had been responsible for making the others do the same.
She was one of those people who can't seem to talk without moving their hands about. Just now she was flailing her water bottle around and gossiping with her best friend Liza Backes, a redhead with huge breasts nearly spilling out of her skimpy top. Both were obviously dressed like the sluts they were.
Apparently I wasn't the only one annoyed by the commotion, the runner girl sighed and headed for the locker room. I was thinking about doing the same when Mandy interrupted my thoughts.
"Well well," she mocked. "If it isn't poor little Anna. Have you been hiding here all this time?"
She was looking at me with a daring look on her face, but I gave her my best neutral expression. Eventually the bitch gave up.
"Still as slow," she said. "You should have stayed home; we don't want you in here."
Apparently satisfied with that, they both turned and moved to the now vacant treadmills. They set their water bottles down, programmed their machines and started running, apparently having forgotten about me as they slipped back into their gossiping.
Not wanting to stay in their vicinity lest they remember my presence, I quietly moved off to the other side of the gym to the weight machines. I wasn't very familiar with these, so I picked one at random. It was a monstrosity of metal, wires and pulleys, and adjustable in a dozen different positions, but was currently configured in a reclined position.
I sat on it, placed my lower legs in the leg supports and lay back. I wasn't certain how to operate this thing, but looking around I spotted two handles at shoulder level, each connected to a wire.
I could do this. Taking a breath I pulled. The handles followed, and I heard a weight being lifted somewhere behind my head. Not bad, I thought. I should do this more often.
Finding new enthusiasm stirring in me, I went at in earnest. It was going great, the previous person who used it hadn't put on too much weight. I was enjoying myself until in the middle of a pull I felt as if my head caught fire. I let out a yelp! Panicking I reflexively relaxed the pressure I was putting on the handles and the pain intensified. My hair was stuck! I couldn't let go without ripping my own hair out!
"Look at this Liza!" I heard. "She got her hair stuck!"
I heard the girls approach and thought I would die of shame; I'd never hear the end of it. I felt my face heat as they both loomed over me and laughed.
"I knew she was stupid, but this?" Mandy said. "Go get your phone, I want pictures!"
Tears started blurring my vision as Liza headed for the locker room; with pictures the whole school would know.
"Please Mandy..." I sobbed. "Help me out, I swear I'll never come back!"
"No way bitch! I told you you're not welcome in my gym. Now you're going to pay."
I saw Liza coming back with a cell phone, and I started crying in earnest. The girls liked that. Mandy started mocking me as Liza circled, taking pictures as I lay there crying.
I was brought back from my misery by a hand holding my forehead. Focusing through my watery eyes I saw the bleached blond head of Mandy hovering over me with a sadistic look on her face. In her other hand she was holding a black marker she had gotten from somewhere.
"Please Mandy... don't..." I cried.
"Look at me bitch!" The hand on my forehead tightened painfully until I looked Mandy in the eyes. "You heard me. A bitch, that's what you are and all you'll ever be."
With that she leaned forward and with those sadistic eyes still locked on mine, wrote something on my forehead. With a smirk she let go and stepped back. "Take more pictures, this is going on my blog." I heard a couple more clicks, and then silence.
"What?" Mandy snapped. "Why did you stop?"
"Well..." Liza started. "This is getting boring. Can't we just leave?"
Mandy thought for a moment then grinned. "You want fun? Alright let's have fun!" She walked in front of the bench and stopped at my legs. "Get your legs out of these supports, bitch!"
No way, I thought. I didn't know what she had in mind but it couldn't be good. Smack! A stinging slap landed on my inner tight. This hurt!
"Didn't you hear me? I said get your legs out!"
My thigh was still stinging and she already had her hand raised, ready to strike again. I quickly moved my legs out and braced myself for the next humiliation. What happened wasn't something I had expected. With a triumphant look on her face Mandy quickly lunged over my legs, grabbed hold of my shorts and pulled them down before I could react, exposing my plain white panties to the gym.
I was mortified. I heard a chuckle from Liza. "Now that's more like it!" Clicking sounds could be heard again. This was going on the net? I would die of shame. I wouldn't be able to show my face at school ever again.
Mandy was laughing. "Let's take off some more..."
I panicked and started kicking and flailing my legs around the best I could, but my arms were getting tired from holding the handles halfway through their arc. Leaning back like I was, all I managed to do was make my scalp start burning again as my struggling shifted my body around; I let out a yelp of pain. My panties were lowered and taken away.
I couldn't believe what was happening to me; blood rushed to my face. I bet even they could hear the thudding of my heart.
Mandy laughed. "So you're shaved? As if anyone would ever want to have sex with you." She gestured at my pussy. "Keep taking pictures of her cunt, I gotta get something."
And with that she left my limited field of vision. I looked at Liza pleadingly, but she just laughed and took more pictures.
"Let's see those small tits of hers," Mandy suggested, coming back with a pair of scissors.
Leaning over me, she grabbed hold of my top and pulled it away from my body, pushing me up and making my scalp hurt again as pressure was put on my hair. She inserted the scissors in the tent she had created and in one snip cut the top off. I fell back in the seat relieved at the lack of pain until I shockingly realized I was now completely exposed in a public gym!
"So small..." Mandy mocked.
She ran her hand over my right breast, circling my nipple and watching it harden.
"Do you think I'm the first one to touch them?"
She played with my erect nipple. I couldn't help but feel a little thrill go through me. Her second hand joined the first and started tweaking my other nipple too. I think I let out a small gasp. As if she had been waiting for it she squeezed my nipples hard and twisted them. I shrieked and jerked, the renewed pain on my scalp fighting for attention from my sore, tormented nipples.
