She arrived at the hotel with her smart business attire. She settled on a full-length business suit with her arms covered, as she did not feel like attracting a lot of attention. The woman had a lot of seminars to attend during the day, which left her only a bit of time to keep up with her exercise routine.
Wheeling her luggage into the lobby of the Four Seasons, she was amazed at how busy it was. She was mildly aware of another convention in town, but all of her focus was on Atlanta’s fitness competition. The IIEF was promising its biggest audience to date, and for this year they were getting national cable coverage.
The woman eventually made her way to the front desk and smiled sweetly at the desk clerk.
“And how are we this evening?” asked the plump older lady working the desk. Her name tag gave her away as CATHY.
“Hello,” the woman said. “I believe you will have a reservation for me. Last name Wyman, first Jolene.”
Cathy began to chuckle as she typed at her computer. “Oh, I bet you get all those people making silly jokes about your name!”
Jolene laughed. “I will tell you—I have actually had the pleasure of meeting Ms. Parton on an occasion.”
Cathy looked at Jolene wide-eyed. “Get out! My husband and I just love her to death!” Cathy made up an electronic card key and got a couple of brochures bundled together. “Well, darlin’, I’m glad to welcome you to Atlanta. Your room is 612, and it’s a suite just as you requested. Wi-fi password is your room number followed by your last name.” Cathy looked Jolene up and down. “You in town for the suppliers’ convention, hon?”
Jolene put her room keys in her tiny purse. “Oh, no. I’m here for the IIEF fitness championship. I’m competing.”
Cathy’s mouth hung open. “Oh wow!” she exclaimed. She put her hand to her chest. “How, dear, do you manage with all of those gorgeous men walking around in those–” She held her thumb and forefinger about an inch apart. “Those tiny little bathing suits? Oh, I would die!”
Jolene laughed. “Oh, I manage somehow.” She gave a pleasant wave. “Thank you so much, dear.” She wheeled her suitcase over and managed to find a seat. There were many people mulling about in the lobby, trying to talk over one another. Jolene pulled out her cell phone and began scrolling through her browser for health-oriented restaurants.
Jolene was interrupted by a commotion going on over at another part of the check-in desk. The woman checking in appeared frantic. “Yeah, well, check it again! Look, the room should be paid for!”
The lobby attendant with the swept-up hairdo and the rather effeminate gestures went to the trouble of typing again. He held his hands up to his face and gave a sad look. “I’m sorry, but it appears as though the reservation is not there.”
The woman appeared to be quite striking, with long flowing dark brown hair and a great figure. However, at this time she appeared a little less than attractive. “We had this reserved for weeks! Check the name again. Last name Vance. I don’t know…look for Veronica.” She fumbled with a piece of paper out of her purse. “Look! The reservation was made for tonight. I have the printout.”
The effeminate man had another man walk in behind him in a similar uniform and whisper something into his ear. The effeminate man nodded, then turned his attention to Ronnie. “I’m sorry, but the reservation was cancelled. We had a bit of an emergency and another person was given your room. We apologize for the inconvenience.”
Ronnie leaned in on the desk. “Hey, fuckin’ guy! This is why hotels…make…reservations!” Ronnie was beginning to attract a bit of attention from some of the other guests of the hotel.
The effeminate man appeared to be getting uncomfortable. “Well, if you like, we can make arrangements for you to sleep in the lobby. We would only charge ninety dollars a night.”
Ronnie’s eyes bugged out and her mouth fell open. “Are you…I…” She flicked her hands in befuddlement. “Listen to me, you fuckin’ moron! I want a room like you had promised! This entire town is jam-packed because of this convention. I’ll have to get a GoTel in rural Bumfuck at this rate.” She paused and squinched up her face. “No offense.”
“Ma’am,” the attendant started. “If you are going to use such language…” The man gave up as Ronnie wheeled away her luggage flipping him off.
Ronnie made her way for the door in an angry huff when she heard high heels banging on the floor after her. “Miss?” Jolene called to her. “Oh, miss? The…one with no room?”
Ronnie pivoted right before the doors and looked the stranger over. The woman Ronnie saw was smartly dressed and had a beautiful face. Ronnie liked her horn-rimmed glasses and short black hair. She licked her teeth and tried to keep her composure. “Yes?” Ronnie said, sounding irritated.
Jolene pointed behind her at the desk. “I couldn’t help but hear your predicament. I am so sorry that you were treated that way.”
Ronnie relaxed. “Yeah, well, shit happens.”
Jolene clasped her hands in front of her chest. “If it would help at all, I have a very large suite here in the hotel for the next few nights. Would you care to share with me? I know that it might be awkward staying with a stranger…”
Ronnie scooted up to the strange woman. “Are you for real? Oh my God, lady, you just saved me a world of pain!”
Jolene extended her hand, hung down in a gentle manner. “Jolene Wyman.”
Ronnie took the hand and shook hard, although she soon found out what a grip the woman had. “Ronnie Vance! I cannot thank you enough. I would have been absolutely fucked if I had to spend a lot of extra time coming and going.”
Jolene appeared shocked by the language she was hearing. She had to put her hand over her mouth. “Well, okay, maybe we can make our way up and get ourselves settled.”
The two of them made it to the elevator and went in. Ronnie did a few quick bounces of excitement. “This is great. I was worried I would have to cab it in and out. If you’ve ever seen it at these things, getting a cab is nuts. Showing some cleavage only gets you so far in life.”
Jolene smiled. “I couldn’t very well leave you stranded. Plus it would be nice to have some company.”
They made their way down the hall. Jolene tried a few times with the keycard before getting it open. She led the way in while Ronnie followed in behind.
Ronnie whistled. “Okay, now you must have some sort of killer job if they’re willing to put you up in a place like this!” She ran around and assessed what might be free in the room. “I haven’t been in a place this nice since my little cabin on the lake.”
Jolene began to understand Ronnie’s misconception. “Well, I think we will find this place to our liking.” Jolene wheeled her suitcase into the bedroom.
“I have to pay you,” called Ronnie from the living room area.
“I beg your pardon?” asked Jolene.
“I mean, I can’t let you let me stay here for free,” Ronnie continued. “It’s not fair that I’m probably inconveniencing you. My company should get their money back.” Ronnie dashed into the bedroom. She looked over at the bed. “Oh. Whoops! Guess I’m getting the couch.” She laughed.
Jolene gave a smile. “Oh, darling. We’ll work it out somehow.”
“No! It’s okay!” exclaimed Ronnie. “It’s like, I was actually considering the lobby thing for a second, but then I was thinking I might as well have ‘RAPE ME’ tattooed on my forehead while I’m at it!” Jolene’s eyebrows arched up again as her eyes got wide.
“I’ll tell you what,” continued Ronnie. “Let me buy you dinner. We should go early because the crowds are going to get going by seven and it’ll be absolutely ballzini by that time.”
Jolene had found a nice vegan place just a few blocks away using her phone. Although Ronnie’s usual diet consisted of chain restaurant processed foods, she figured she could relent on the issue given Jolene’s generosity. They went to a smaller, run-down venue called Celery Stalker.
Jolene chuckled as they sat down. “I am guessing that this is not your usual fare,” she said to Ronnie. “I just cannot have anything too heavy for a while. If I so much as look at a carb, I know I’ll balloon up.”
Ronnie held up her hand for silence. “Look, no worries. I respect your choices.” Ronnie pulled out a menu for herself and handed one to Jolene. “Ah, pizza at least! Oh, and a craft brew!”
Jolene nearly gagged. “The worst kind of empty calories!”
Ronnie placed her hands on her slim waistline. “Couldn’t gain an ounce if I tried!”
Jolene rolled her eyes. “I have heard of people like you. I bet you never exercise, too.”
“Well, I do some stretches in the morning,” said Ronnie. The waiter came by and took their orders. Jolene got the bean and rice salad while Ronnie settled on onion and pepper pizza with a pint of Muckraker.
“Okay, so I am going to be busy during the daytime, then I have to come back and scan my business cards,” Ronnie reported. “I get so many of my girlfriends saying how lucky I am to travel, and I’m just like, lick my cunt, okay?”
Jolene held her fork in her mouth as she stared at her new friend.
“Jo?” asked Ronnie. “You okay?”
Jolene put down her fork, then clasped her hands together. “My dear,” she began. “I appreciate that you have a predilection for…colourful language. However, I would think that someone in your field of work would have to appear more restrained once in a while.”
Ronnie sipped her beer. “Yeah?”
“Yes, it’s just the way, for example, that you spoke to the attendant at the desk when you were checking in.” Jolene looked uncomfortable to be telling Ronnie this. “I would just suggest that maybe the swearing was not always necessary to get your point across.”
Ronnie sat there as she folded her arms and got a look on her face. “I see,” she said quietly. “Well, thank you for the advice.”
Jolene reached over and touched Ronnie’s hand. “I mean no offense. I’m sorry that I mentioned it.”
Ronnie pushed her lips together. “No, I get it. Don’t you ever swear, though?”
Jolene looked to the side. “We all slip up once in a while.” She thought back to a few months ago when she was getting the time of her life with her two kittens.
“Look, it’s just how I am, alright?” Ronnie rebutted. “I have been rubbing people the wrong way all my life.” She chuckled. “Well, except for very recently…”
“For someone like me, I put a great deal of emphasis on presentation,” Jolene said.
Ronnie took a sip of beer. “Some might say that sounds a little superficial.”
Jolene stared at Ronnie while shoving the bean and rice salad in her mouth, letting a smile creep on her face.
The conversation became more relaxed as the two got further into their dinners. Ronnie had enough refills to let her drop her guard a bit.
“I’m supposed to be networking tonight,” Ronnie said after putting away the last of her pizza. “Whatever. I talked to about five guys just in the airport in Denver. Hey, what about you? You doing any business here?”
Jolene finished the last of her club soda. “I didn’t even mention! You know, I’m actually here more for personal reasons.”
“Oh!” exclaimed Ronnie. “I’m sorry. I just assumed when you said you were in commercial real estate, like, maybe you were buying a building here or something!”
Jolene laughed hard. “Oh my! If I only had enough money for my own building. No, I’m actually here for the IIEF competition. It’s a fitness contest.”
Ronnie stared at her new friend. “Oh wow,” she said. “You must be a pretty big fan of some of those muscle guys, huh?” Ronnie leaned in and made an elbowing motion. Jolene put her hand over her mouth. “Yeah? Yeah? You like those big studs, huh?”
Jolene threw her hands down dramatically and stared at her friend with a huge smile. “What is it you think I’m like?”
“Oh, but seriously,” Ronnie cautioned. “You didn’t come all this way just to watch a bunch of guys, right?”
“Well,” Jolene said. “You assumed correctly, on multiple counts. I am actually competing.”
The waiter brought over the cheque. “Okay, hold the phone on that.” Ronnie pulled out her company credit card and gave it to the waiter.
“Darling, no!” Jolene protested.
“I got this,” replied Ronnie. “More accurately, the company’s got this. Oh, I guess I have to discuss business first.” Ronnie leaned in and smiled sweetly. “Would you like to buy some copper piping, dear?”
“No, thank you,” said Jolene.
Ronnie sucked her teeth. “Darn. Well, that’s business for you!” She signed off on the bill and the two departed.
They entered the hotel room as Jolene was explaining more of the machinations of how the competition works. Ronnie stood in the middle of living room and stared at Jolene. “I mean, I can kind of see it now with your calves. Why are you all covered up?”
“Well, sometimes you don’t want to attract so much attention all of the time,” Jolene said.
Ronnie scoffed and put her hands on her hips. “Speak for yourself. Although, I get it. I get a lot of creeps coming onto me at the worst times. The next few days are going to be a nightmare.”
Jolene slowly walked over to Ronnie and got close to her face. “You know,” she said softly. “I can usually use a little encouragement at times like this. What do you say you be my little kitten tonight?”
Ronnie pulled her head back and held up her palms defensively. “Wait, what?”
Jolene stepped forward again. “It’s okay.” Jolene started to stroke her fingers against Ronnie’s bare shoulder. “You can come in and tell me how well my body looks. You can touch if you want. It doesn’t have to be weird.”
Ronnie rolled her eyes and let out a huff. “Oh, I knew this was too good to be true.” Her face got stern and she pointed at finger at Jolene. “Now look! I don’t like to be treated like this. You think just because you offer me a room I’m supposed to be your little puppet?”
Jolene backed away, horrified. “Oh no! I didn’t mean it this way! Please!”
“I should have known. I bet you’re one of these exercise freaks who likes to rub one out to yourself in the mirror.” Ronnie folded her arms and shook her head in disgust. “You know what? I should just leave.”
Jolene put her hand to her mouth. Her lips were pulled back in a grimace, and the tears were starting to come out. She ran to the bedroom and slammed the door. Ronnie stood there as she heard the unmistakable sound of heavy sobbing.
Ronnie rolled her eyes and heaved out a huge sigh. “Fucking girls do this shit every time,” she growled. She walked over to the door and knocked. “Jo? Jolene?”
Jolene was making a squealing noise. “No! No!”
Ronnie knocked again. “Come on, Jolene. I’m…I’m sorry about what I said.”
Jolene was doing desperate heaves. “I’m going to quit! Stay at home. You think I’m stupid! You think I’m ugly!”
Ronnie rolled her eyes again. “No, I seriously don’t! You are absolutely beautiful.”
Jolene sniffed. “What do you like about me?”
Ronnie smiled with incredulity. “I mean…you’re really sophisticated, and I like how you’re kind of old-fashioned and do those dainty little…like, your mannerisms.” Ronnie sat on the floor and leaned up against the door. “I just got a little weirded out by all this kitty stuff.”
Jolene was silent for a few seconds. “It’s kitten.”
“Did you do this kitten thing before?” asked Ronnie.
“Yes,” said Jolene, sounding extra sad. “It wasn’t bad. I always treated my little kittens so well.”
“I mean,” Ronnie started, not sure if she wanted to dive too far into this. “Were you in love with these girls or something?”
“I had a great affection for them,” Jolene said, her voice shaky.
“Can I come in, maybe?” asked Ronnie. Her head suddenly fell forward as the door gave way. Jolene had scurried away from the door and went to sit back down on the bed with her back turned to the door and her face buried in her hands. Ronnie got up off the floor and sat down on the other side of the bed.
Ronnie screwed up her lips. “You really gonna quit?”
Jolene tried to wipe at her eyes with futility. Ronnie moved in with a tissue from the desk. Jolene gratefully accepted and dabbed at her eyes. “I just never had anyone say those kinds of things to me before.”
“Please don’t give up on your contest, Jo,” Ronnie pleaded, sounding sad. “Ugh. I hate when girls cry.”
Jolene turned to Ronnie. “Don’t you ever cry?”
“No way!” said Ronnie. “Not at weddings, not during a breakup. Not even when my Grammy died.”
“You are very lucky,” Jolene said, her voice still quavering. “I cry a lot. I guess I am just very emotional.”
Ronnie got up from the bed. “Okay, look, I’m going to go to the couch. I don’t really want to leave, okay?”
Jolene looked at her and nodded.
“And don’t give up on your fitness thing,” Ronnie said. “If I find the time, I’ll…I’ll go and watch.”
Jolene started to brighten up. “You mean it?”
“Yes!” said Ronnie, sounding exasperated. She got up from the bed and headed to the door. “Okay, try to get some sleep.” She went to leave.
“Ronnie?” beckoned Jolene.
Ronnie stopped and looked back. “Yes?”
Jolene gave a sniff and then smiled. “Thank you for believing in me.”
Ronnie gave a quick half-grin and then headed to the couch.
The next day was a madhouse of networking and card exchanges for Ronnie. She went to the convention centre adjacent to the hotel and worked the floor. It was about noon time that Ronnie had to change out of her heels into her flats. She had been mistaken twice for a booth girl and once for a hooker. She could not honestly decide which was more demeaning.
The workday did not end at five for her, as she had to do up her reports, then attend the nightly shmooze-fest hosted by some of the larger associations. It was just an excuse for fat idiots to drink and tell their stupid stories, as far as Ronnie cared. She was sick to death of talking about copper pipe, and she found the best way to network was to talk about anything else. Since it was a construction and manufacturing convention, the place was overwhelmingly male. Ronnie lamented that more women did not want to get into the trades, although she recognized that she was merely in sales.
It was four in the afternoon, and Ronnie decided she had enough for now. Most of the major prospects were gone anyway. She dashed back over to the hotel and let herself into Jolene’s room.
Jolene was there, wrapped up in her full-length bathrobe and drying her hair. “Oh, sweetie! It’s good to see you again. How was your little convention?”
Ronnie made a motion as if collapsing and groaned. “It’s so crowded and loud and dreadful!” she moaned. She straightened up and got her composure back. “How did your day go?”
Jolene threw her own head back. “It was much more productive for me. We had a wonderful talk from Dr. Lance Plaszow.”
Ronnie’s mouth hung open. “Not the Dr. Lance Plaszow!” Ronnie laughed while Jolene put her hands on her hips in mock outrage.
“Dr. Lance is the foremost nutritionist and kinesiologist in his field.” Jolene let the towel whip down by her side.
“Oh, come on, I didn’t mean any disrespect,” Ronnie said. She went to the couch and opened her laptop. “Now I have to enter in all of these business cards, then write up some metrics, then I have to go to back to the convention centre in the Turner Room to do the whole jizz-fest with every horny man in America.”
Jolene looked over Ronnie. She was wearing a deep-cut black blouse and a white skirt that was almost legally a belt. “Well, dear, why not trying to wear something a little more…restrained?”
Ronnie pointed at Jolene. “Hey! Not a word about my clothes, okay?”
“I just have a few things you might like to try on is all,” said Jolene.
Jolene led Ronnie into the bedroom. Ronnie looked in Jolene’s closet at a few of her suits. “Wow, these are…pretty nice, actually.”
“I try to stay a bit more modest when it comes to business,” Jolene said. “Actually, trying to show off in public is not my thing.”
Ronnie laughed as she held up one of the suits in front of her, admiring in the mirror. “Well, except when you’re on stage in a swimsuit, or if you have a couple of girls over to lick your feet.”
Jolene rolled her eyes this time. “But that’s my private time. It does not inform my business life.” Jolene stepped forward and examined the outfit Ronnie had picked out. “Oh, this one is darling. It’s wool, so please be careful. I just hope it fits.” Jolene looked Ronnie up and down. “You’re so busty! You lucky thing.”
Ronnie held the outfit away from her and poked one of her boobs with her finger. “34DD. Only problem is everyone thinks you’re an idiot or a slut lugging these bad boys around.”
Jolene made a sad face. “I went with implants. I just wanted to feel a little more feminine was all.”
Ronnie clicked her tongue. “Come on. You’re gorgeous. Hey, did you work out today?”
“Yes,” replied Jolene. “Only three hours.”
Ronnie gasped. “Three fu…urg! Three hours in the gym?”
“I want to be in prime condition,” Jolene replied. “Plus we have a busy day tomorrow. There’s the preliminary showing, then the rehearsal, and I still have to find time to work out.”
Ronnie exhaled and shook her head, then went to the bathroom. “Hang on,” she said as she started pulling off clothes. Eventually she emerged with Jolene’s outfit on, a smart jacket and matching skirt.
Jolene walked over and started to stroke the fabric. “Oh, this was just made for you!”
Ronnie smiled and blushed. “Thank you for trusting me with this. Oh! I have to enter my stuff and get going again.” She went out to the living room and started typing. “I won’t have time to eat with you tonight, but I’ll go out with you tomorrow.” She looked at her phone. “Shit. I should be there for the opening.” Ronnie bounced up and went for the door. “Thanks again, hon!” She blew Jolene a kiss and left.
Jolene went to the bedroom and let the robe hit the floor. Standing in front of the mirror hanging on the closet door, she practiced some of her poses stark naked.
Ronnie had finished up her data entry after she got back from the meet-up. Jolene had gone to bed by then. Ronnie took off Jolene’s outfit, stripping down to her bra and panties. She wanted to check up on Jolene first, so she snuck into her bedroom and got to the end of the bed. Jolene was out cold, wearing a sleep mask.
Ronnie swept her hair back, then gave Jolene a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you, sweetie,” she whispered, then made her way back to the couch.
Ronnie went out the next day in one of her more typical outfits, a blue dress that still showed off her ample cleavage. She was getting aggravated with having to wear these sort of outfits, but they did get her cards.
She went to gather up Jolene, who was waiting for her already. Jolene was wearing a full-length coat, and was wearing her horn-rimmed glasses. “Ugh! You’re going to melt in this heat, girl!” Ronnie laughed.
They made their way to a bar and grill. Jolene was surprised as to how few people were there. “Where is everyone? The convention should be letting out right now.”
“No!” Ronnie said. “They’re doing a free dinner and drink event tonight. I said to hell with it. Enough networking!” Ronnie laughed as they went to sit down at a table with the high stools. “I guess everyone went there instead. All you have to do is say free whatever and those losers will flock right to it. Why don’t you take off that coat?”
Jolene looked down. “If you saw the dress I was wearing, you would understand.”
“Fair enough,” said Ronnie. “How’d the show go?”
Jolene put her hand to her upper chest. “There were so many wonderful people there! I saw a lot of familiar faces, but it’s always so encouraging seeing a new competitor.” Jolene touched Ronnie’s hand. “You should really try it, dear!”
Ronnie made a shocked face. “Me? Oh, come on.”
“Your frame is so suited for it, and you have the perfect metabolism,” assured Jolene. “Not that there is nothing wrong with your body. You are absolutely stunning.”
“Well, that’s kind of a good reason not to bother,” Ronnie said, realizing she sounded a little dismissive. “I’ll think about it. I never had to work out a day in my life.”
“Oh, that’s encouraging,” said Jolene. “I know it sounds like a tremendous amount of work, but it keeps you grounded.”
“How do you have a life, though?” asked Ronnie. “It sounds like a lot of time to invest. I mean, three hours a night!”
“Luckily, my schedule has some flexibility.” Jolene sighed. “But you are right—it is not for everyone.”
“Like, where do you find time for love?” asked Ronnie. She leaned in a little. “You want to tell me about those kittens of yours?”
Jolene covered her mouth as she smiled. The waitress came over to take their orders.
“I will have the chicken breast, a small salad, and a glass of Riesling,” requested Jolene to the waitress.
“Whoa!” exclaimed Ronnie to Jolene. “White wine right before a competition?” She turned her attention to the waitress. “I’ll get the nacho plate and a Paloma.” The waitress jotted down the orders and went away.
Ronnie realized what she had done. “Oh, sorry! You probably don’t want to watch me make a pig of myself.”
Jolene let out a soft sigh and patted Ronnie’s hand. “Dear, you have worked so hard today. You owe it to yourself.”
The waitress brought over the drinks, and Ronnie started in. “Kittens,” she reminded Jolene.
“Okay!” Jolene relented. “My relationship with my kittens was one of mutual respect and care. I am so gentle and protective of my kittens. I let them watch me as I pose, or sometimes when I lift weights at home.”
“Is it, like…sexual?” asked Ronnie.
“It can be, yes,” replied Jolene. “I used to have boys come over. I especially liked their enthusiasm, but they were way too anxious to get started on the sex right away.”
“Uh huh,” said Ronnie knowingly. “Been there.”
“So I moved on to women,” Jolene said in a matter of fact tone.
“Uhhhhh huh,” said Ronnie. “Been…there…”
“They just seemed to be more patient and obedient,” Jolene went on. “I loved the fact that it did not have to end in sex every single time. It was exciting for some of them as well because it was such a new experience for them.”
“Um, so…stop me if I cross any lines with my questions,” said Ronnie, her smile widening. “So what exactly does the process involve?”
“Well, I’m fairly strong,” Jolene explained. “I can do lift and carry. We can do wrestling, too. I can do slams in my basement.”
“Holy! Like, body slam?” asked Ronnie.
“Oh, you’d be surprised,” said Jolene. “It did not happen that often, though. I had only a few long-term kittens over about five years. I had two at a time just recently.”
Ronnie made a motion with her hands like her head exploded. “Oh, wow.” She pointed at Ronnie. “You are something else, girl.”
Jolene sighed. “I was sad, though. The last two were seriously in love with each other.” She put her hands on her hips. “They stole my special sex toy!”
Ronnie cackled as she put her hands over her mouth to stifle herself. She eventually settled down. “I just don’t get why you feel like you need something like that in your life. I mean, okay, I would never judge someone on living out their fantasies. If they’re into it, good for them. I just thought someone like you would want a real relationship.”
Jolene looked sad. “Those are over-rated.”
“Oh, did you have a bad break-up?” asked Ronnie.
Jolene looked to the side. “I was married once. I was very young. Peter was always rather explosive. He used to like to grab you and give you a shake.”
Ronnie’s mouth dropped open. “Oh my God! Jolene!”
“It’s…it’s fine.” Jolene wiped at her eye. “It was so long ago. We were together for eight years. He eventually lost his job and could not find new work. I went to get my commercial real estate licence. I think he felt threatened. One night I had asked about how the job search was going, and he hit me right here.” Jolene made a cup around her right eye. “He punched me so hard that I broke my zygomatic bone.” She lifted up part of her hair and traced along near her eye with her finger, leaning in to give Ronnie a better view.
“Oh!” Ronnie exclaimed. “I see a scar, now that you mention it.”
Jolene patted her face. “This was twenty thousand dollars out of my own pocket to repair. A lot of plastic surgery. The doctors told me I might have lost my eye.”
Ronnie banged her fist on the table. “I would have fucking killed the fucker!” She put a hand close to her mouth. “Sorry. I know you don’t like that, but fuck! Aren’t you afraid of him?”
“He moved out right after that, then he was arrested.” Jolene took a sip of wine, which seemed to relax her. “He was in jail for eighteen months, then he moved away. A few years later his mother called me up to say he had died. Just died in his sleep.”
Ronnie exhaled. “At least he’s gone.” Ronnie did a quick count in her head. “Wow, so eight years, then the training…like, how old are you?”
“Forty-five,” replied Jolene.
“Get the f…forty-five?!” Ronnie nearly jumped out of her chair. “I thought you were my age! I’m thirty, and I sure as shit don’t look as good as you!”
Jolene laughed.”You are an absolute dear. Anyway, it was after I made a full recovery that I decided to get into fitness. I was lucky to meet enough supportive people to encourage me.” She took another sip of wine. “You know what got me started, though?” Jolene chuckled. “It’s so silly.”
Ronnie waved her hand towards herself. “Tell me!”
“I bought one of those shake weights at the drug store.” Jolene sat and stared, then broke out into laughter.
Ronnie joined in. “The jerk-off machine thing?!” They both had a hearty laugh. “Hey, it’s good exercise.”
“I think,” Jolene went on, “that you are right about the relationship thing. I kept people at arms’ length for so long, and then as soon as I started to tone up a bit, I thought it might be better if I kept all of the control.”
Ronnie scrunched up her lips. “So it could be seen as therapeutic. I kinda get it. I just think someone wonderful like you deserves more.”
Jolene smiled. “Thank you,” she said in a low voice. She folded her arms. “Very well, Veronica. I believe you owe me an explanation as to why you are not involved with anyone.”
Ronnie hung her head over and stuck out her tongue. “Okay. You want the whole story? Well, luckily I have never had something horrible happen to me like you did. Actually, all the guys in my life were wonderful. I just tend to run out when things get awkward or complicated.” She took a sip of her drink. “Oh my God! I have dumped everyone. I have never been dumped or had a mutual breakup, ever!”
“Why do you think that is?” inquired Jolene.
“I just don’t know,” said Ronnie. “Maybe I never liked men. I mean, don’t get me wrong—I like men.” Ronnie waved at her neck. “But just a few months ago I tried something else, and I gave my friend a try.” She clasped her hands together. “I…loved Madeline. I date men but I so rarely fall in love with them, but there was something so great about Maddie. I thought it would work out well because we were actually friends beforehand.”
“What was Madeline like?” asked Jolene.
“Oh, she was kind of plain, both physically and personality-wise, but she was just so adorable and naive. Maybe that was what attracted me to her so much, or maybe I liked that she seemed to need me.” Ronnie thought hard. “I kind of find doormats a lot and think I can bring out the tiger in them, I think. It kind of worked with Maddie. Like, we went skinny dipping at the lake once, then I ate her out at a party.”
Jolene was shocked. “In front of everyone?”
Ronnie laughed. “No! Oops.” She hushed herself as the waitress came over with Jolene’s chicken and Ronnie’s nachos. Jolene placed her napkin in her lap and organized her silverware while Ronnie started jamming chips into her face.
“So yeah,” Ronnie said in between bites. “We were in the bathroom. I just got the urge, y’know? Well, Maddie seemed like she wasn’t into the things I like to do, so I just hung up on her, deleted her contact, and never spoke to her again.”
Jolene was shocked. “You broke up with her by phone?”
“It’s just easier that way,” Ronnie responded. “Why? Do you think that was mean?”
Jolene struggled for words. “I mean…all I can think of is how I would feel if someone did that to me.”
Ronnie sat and thought. “You know, I think I have the same problem as you. I keep people at arms’ length. The only thing is you’re very nice and sweet to them, where I can throw them away without any concern.” She put her elbow on the table and rested her head on her hand. “Why do I do that kind of thing?”
Jolene smiled. “Perhaps what you need is someone who matches you better. Rather than trying to draw things out of people, simply look for the qualities that are already there. Why would you not look for someone strong?”
“Maybe…” Ronnie clicked her lips. “Maybe I’m not as strong as I like to think I am. Maybe I was always the weak one.”
The door to the bar opened, and a balding fat man with a bad-fitting suit and a worse-fitting goatee entered. Ronnie glanced over, then quickly turned her head away. “Oh God, get me out of here!”
“What is it?” asked Jolene.
Ronnie shielded her eyes with her hand. “It’s Dill Samson. The guy is a sleaze and a half.”
Right on cue, Dill made his way over to their table. “Well, look who washed in!” he exclaimed. “Hey, hot stuff. You lay any good pipe lately?”
Ronnie looked forward at Jolene. “Yeah, good one, Dill. How’s the wife doing?”
“Oh, she doesn’t do enough, if you catch my drift,” Dill chuckled through his gnarly teeth. “You should have come to the party. They were giving away door prizes. You play your cards right, and I can get you a free hotel room.”
Jolene let her silverware fall onto her plate. “Excuse me, sir,” she said with a hint of temper. “We are trying to enjoy our meal here.”
Dill gave her a side glance. “Oh, don’t worry, baby. I’ll have enough time to get to you as well.” Dill extended his forefinger and middle finger and started rubbing them up and down on Ronnie’s bare shoulder. “I know what a girl like you needs to get her career going.” Ronnie was avoiding eye contact, and looked frustrated and desperate for help.
Jolene let out a huge blast of air from her nostrils. Standing up, she took off her horn-rimmed glasses, then took off her full-length coat. Jolene stood there in a strapless body-hugging dress that went halfway down her thighs. When she stood there in her high heels, her leg muscles had extra flex to them. Her shoulder muscles appeared tight and rounded, and her recent heavy exercising left her looking extra lean and ripped.
Ronnie’s jaw hit the floor. She had not seen her new friend’s body up until now, and she was absolutely blown away by the female pillar of strength she saw before her. Jolene wiggled her hips hard as she walked up to Dill. Ronnie spoke in a quivering voice in a whisper: “Holy…fucking…shit.”
Dill stood like a deer in the headlights. “Oh shit, it’s the She-Hulk.” Jolene grabbed Dill by the tie and pulled the stout man right next to her face.
“You listen to me,” Jolene hissed. Ronnie was stunned by the sudden transformation of her friend from her usual delicate nature to pure puma mode. Jolene’s bicep was flexed right in front of Ronnie’s face. “My friend here is not to be degraded in any manner, nor is she to be touched without her consent. If you ever, ever, do anything to make her uncomfortable again, I will be in your face so fast you won’t know where to look.” Jolene then pushed the fat man back, causing him to stumble into another table. He managed to catch himself on one of the stools to keep himself from falling over.
Jolene stood with her back to Ronnie to guard her. Ronnie was staring at her shoulders. She had never seen this many muscles on a man before, let alone on a woman. Her eyes made way down to Jolene’s toned thighs. Ronnie’s head was spinning at this point. It was all she could do to reach out and begin feeling and groping. Even Jolene’s bottom looked like it was perfectly squared off.
Dill made it to his feet as he pointed a stumpy digit at Jolene. “I can still kick your ass, bitch!”
“You could try,” warned Jolene. “But I personally know three-time IIEF champion Brent Mossing. If you think I’m strong, he can bench press over six hundred pounds, and he would just love to show you why you should never hit a woman. Don’t…fuck…with me.”
Ronnie gasped and covered her mouth. “Oh, dude. You made her swear.”
Dill backed up, almost tripping over the stool that he had steadied himself with. The other patrons were quiet while Dill headed for the door.
Ronnie sat there with her hands over her mouth, her eyes bulging. Jolene strolled over to her stool and sat down, spreading out her muscular arms and flexing her shoulders. Ronnie was in stunned silence.
The waitress hurried over with her tray. “Wow, I’m so sorry about that!” she said. She placed another glass of wine on the table. “This one’s on me.” She held up her hand, and Jolene gave it a good slap. “Whoa!” the waitress said, as she was surprised by how hard Jolene could push. She leaned in with her tray behind her back. “That was the coolest fucking thing I ever saw.” The waitress went back behind the bar.
Jolene watched the waitress leave, and allowed herself a smile. She then looked at Ronnie. “Eat your nachos, dear.” Ronnie kept her gaze locked on Jolene as she put the chips in her mouth one at a time.
The two of them were back in the hotel room. Ronnie had refrained from saying anything all the way back from the bar. Jolene took off her glasses and hung up her jacket, stretching out her arms. “Whew!” she exclaimed. “What an exciting night.” She put her hands on Ronnie’s shoulders. “Thank you for taking me out. Oh!” She put her hand to her mouth and threw her head back. “I actually had some wine with dinner. Maybe I’m overreacting, though.”
Ronnie still had her mouth hung open, looking down at Jolene’s body. “What you did for me there…I mean…no one has ever done anything like that for me before.”
Jolene put her forehead to Ronnie’s, looking her in the eyes. “I know that this kind of thing is not for you, though. Oh, you probably think I look silly like this. I totally understand.” She pulled her head away and let go of her shoulders, then walked into the bedroom. Jolene kept her back to Ronnie as she did a few flexes. The room still had enough light coming in from the windows so that Ronnie could make out her shapely physique. Jolene had a huge smile on her face.
Ronnie was gasping for air as she unzipped her own dress. “Jo?” She was still panting as she stood in her underwear. “Are you tired? I know you have your competition tomorrow.”
Jolene was still standing with her back to Ronnie. “I suppose I could work off the wine,” she said sweetly. She turned to look at Ronnie, who was still in the living room. “Whatever did you have in mind, dear?”
Ronnie bit her lower lip. “Could you…carry me to the bed?”
Jolene put her hands together and gasped. “Sweetheart! I would be delighted!” She dashed out of the room. Ronnie let her arm rest draped over Jolene’s shoulder. Jolene reached down, and in a quick swoop she lifted Ronnie up off the floor.
Ronnie threw her head back as Jolene carried her in. “Oh my God! Oh my God!” Ronnie yelled. Jolene carefully set Ronnie down on the bed. Placing her thumbs into the side of her dress, Jolene slid the entire thing down, then stood up and flexed her biceps.
Ronnie broke out in a sweat at what she was seeing. She scrambled up on her knees and put her hands on Jolene’s toned shoulders. Leaning in, Ronnie kissed Jolene, pressing her boobs up against Jolene’s chest. Ronnie moved her way down to Jolene’s abs, feeling the ridges.
Ronnie panted and groaned. “Oh, I forgot!” she exclaimed, as she reached back for her bra clasp. Jolene was jolted when she saw those beautiful breasts fall out.
Jolene had to squat down and get a close look. “These are spectacular!” she whispered as she gave them a gentle squeeze. Ronnie threw her head back as Jolene went to work on the nipples, licking and rubbing them with her thumb. Ronnie pulled off her panties while Jolene reached down and felt up her pussy lips.
Ronnie held onto those wonderful shoulders while trying to maintain her composure. Jolene’s tight muscles on her arms were tensed as she wrapped them around Ronnie’s body.
“You feel so soft,” whispered Jolene in Ronnie’s ear. “I love the way you feel.”
Ronnie moaned and thrusted her hips against Jolene’s thigh. “I had no idea how gorgeous you really were,” Ronnie whispered. She kissed Jolene’s neck while Jolene started to moan. They brought their lips together, then Jolene pushed her tongue into Ronnie’s mouth. Ronnie graciously accepted as she began to feel Jolene’s boobs. The implants still felt genuine enough to her.
Jolene pushed off of Ronnie. “I want to taste you,” said Jolene.
Ronnie laid back on the bed and got her legs up. She still had enough flexibility to get a wide spread. Jolene dived in and licked her bare twat. She did it with such enthusiasm that Ronnie had to try to hold onto her head while she was receiving her tongue lashing.
Ronnie also had to try to keep her hips still as she wanted to hump her ass up while Jolene performed her magic. She watched her own tits jiggle in the low light, then watched as Jolene’s rippling back muscles writhed and pulsed with every one of her head thrusts. Ronnie threw her head back and put her hands on her face. “Let me eat you out too!” she pleaded.
Jolene pulled away long enough to get her pussy into Ronnie’s face. Ronnie grasped onto Jolene’s butt cheeks as she moved in to lick her. She was lost in delight as she licked at Jolene’s tight lips. The feel of Jolene’s ass as she flexed and clenched was too much for Ronnie to bear. Ronnie panted and moaned, trying to keep herself focused on licking Jolene’s twat. The back of her legs felt like they were carved out of wood. Ronnie howled and grabbed onto Jolene’s legs.
Jolene got herself off of Ronnie and turned around to kiss her. “Would you like to ride on top?” Jolene asked in the politest manner Ronnie had ever heard. Ronnie nodded, too winded for words. Jolene lie down and put her legs together. “Do you need a minute, sweetheart?”
Ronnie shook her head. “No,” she panted. “No. Let’s do this.” She climbed on top of Jolene, getting her legs spread out to straddle Jolene’s hips. Ronnie placed her hands in behind her to prop herself up. She started to bounce up and down, feeling the sensation of rubbing her pussy on Jolene’s lower belly.
Jolene watched, mesmerized, as Ronnie’s soft and jiggly breasts bounced up and down for her. Ronnie was building up a sweat, making those soft orbs glisten. It reminded Jolene of watching her own body oiled up.
Jolene reached up with both hands and felt up Ronnie’s tits. “You should be proud of the way you look,” she breathed. “You’re perfect, baby. You’re how I want to look.”
Ronnie began to moan louder as she started to hump herself forward and back, rubbing her cunt along Jolene’s rock-solid belly. “You think I’m the beautiful one?” Ronnie said. “Ohhh,” she moaned. She leaned forward and kissed Jolene while she continued to buck and hump her pussy. “Does this make me a kitten?”
Jolene grasped Ronnie’s face and looked her in the eye. “No, baby,” she said. “No. You’re special. You deserve so much more from me.” They kissed again.
“Let’s do the scissor,” suggested Jolene. Ronnie got on her butt and lifted up a leg, while Jolene slid into position. “Oh, I’m really working off that wine,” she mentioned, and Ronnie giggled. The two of them touched their labia together, starting with slow gyrations and building up gradually. They stared into each others’ eyes while they let their pussies grind on one another. Jolene was so strong that she was able to throw Ronnie’s hips around. After a few minutes, Jolene pulled away and got her face close to Ronnie’s clam. She put two fingers inside of Ronnie and began stroking for all she was worth.
Ronnie put her hands over her eyes. Every part of her was shaking with anticipation of the big O. Jolene steadied one of Ronnie’s legs as she continued to frig her vagina. “Do it for me, baby,” Jolene begged. “Come for me.”
Ronnie raised her ass off of the bed as she started to whistle like a teakettle. She let out a loud scream when she felt the orgasm take her over. Ronnie nearly fell out of bed, saved by Jolene.
“Darling!” Jolene shouted. “Are you all right?”
Ronnie took a full minute to calm down. She sat up on the bed and put her face in her hands.
Jolene put a gentle hand on Ronnie’s shoulder. “Angel? Are you…?”
Ronnie made a gasping sound, then pulled her hands away. Jolene almost felt her heart break as she watched Ronnie’s face crumpled up, with huge wet tears streaming down her cheeks.
“My precious!” Jolene said in low voice. “Oh no!” Jolene started to laugh as she put her head on Ronnie’s shoulder.
Ronnie sputtered and made a small laugh. “Okay, so I’m crying. It happens.”
Jolene leaned in and kissed at Ronnie’s tears while Ronnie put her arms around Jolene’s waist. They sat and embraced for a while, then Jolene guided Ronnie down on the bed. Ronnie let her head rest on Jolene’s chest while Jolene rubbed Ronnie’s head.
“It’s wet,” Ronnie mentioned. “The sheets feel wet.”
Jolene got up and got the spare blankets out of the closet. Ronnie helped to lay them out on the bed, and the two of them cuddled together.
Jolene gave her new lover another kiss. “Sleep, darling,” she whispered. “Tomorrow is a big day.”
Ronnie’s day ended at noon. She had made a few more contacts from what few of the construction titans had strolled in, and she managed to secure a full sale of several thousands of yards of piping for a construction project in upstate Colorado. Ronnie felt secure knowing that the one sale had already paid for her trip several times over. She knew that their prices were a bit over some of their competitors, but wearing her leggy cocktail dress had paid off once again.
After making a couple of stops at shops along the street, she made her way over to the theatre where the fitness competition was going on. Approaching the gates, Ronnie showed some ID, as was previously instructed. The ticket attendant passed Ronnie a bundle of items, including a ticket for entry, a VIP pass, a series of brochures, and a few samples of vitamins.
Ronnie made her way in, and was surprised by the crowd. She did not realize the popularity of the event, or of the fitness sport in general. She went over and found her seat, fifth row from the stage. She was seated between a middle-aged man in a suit and a sweet older lady, probably sixty by Ronnie’s guess.
The older lady got a glance at Ronnie, then gently touched her forearm. “Isn’t this exciting?” she said in her sweet old lady voice. “Have you seen some of the young men they have at these events?”
Ronnie smiled and nodded. “I definitely like the boys,” she said. “But I’m here to show support for a friend of mine. She’s really into the scene.”
The lady tilted her head. “Oh, my,” she said. “Things have changed since I was a girl. Women are so into exercise and building muscle.” The woman clicked her tongue. “What happened to Raquel Welch? Soft, right?”
Ronnie smiled, then patted the woman’s hand. “You watch.”
The ceremony soon got underway, and the contestants were being introduced. The competition focused mainly on the men at first, which Ronnie still allowed herself to enjoy. Seeing as this was an all-natural event, the men were not the giant hunks of muscle that she had envisioned. Ronnie and the old woman, named Theresa, bonded over the spectacle.
The women soon followed, and Jolene finally got to the stage. Ronnie barely recognized her at first, as her skin was much darker than she saw before. Jolene had herself posed nearly perfectly in every move she made, and Ronnie noticed how fluid her motions were when striking a new pose. She shined under the bright lights, and Ronnie was gasping and gripping onto her arm rests. She clenched her thighs together watching her beautiful girlfriend flex and pose, realizing all eyes were on Jolene as she did so.
“I love you, dear,” Ronnie whispered. She had clapped louder and longer than anyone else when Jolene finished her pose routine.
The judging was tabulated at the end of the posing routines. The winner for the men was a name that Ronnie recognized—Brent Mossing. The winner of the women’s division was Honey Lo. Ronnie sat and fumed as she found out that Jolene had placed a mere fourth. “These judges are blind!” rumbled Ronnie.
Her new friend Theresa touched her arm. “You were really hoping your friend would win, weren’t you?” She noticed the bundle of flowers that Ronnie had purchased. “Oh, that’s so nice of you!” she exclaimed. “She will definitely appreciate your thoughtfulness.”
Ronnie smiled as she pushed the other bag back with her foot. It might have shocked poor Theresa a bit too much seeing that one.
After the ceremonies had ended, Ronnie made her way to the VIP entrance with her gifts in tow. She flashed her badge at the security guard, and was permitted to enter.
Ronnie was surprised by the amount of muscly people walking around. Many of them had put on sweats or at least a t-shirt, but a few of them were still in the original costumes from the show. Ronnie almost had to laugh at some of the men, who had their tiny shorts on with their packages appearing less than adequate.
“Darling!” Ronnie heard a familiar voice. She pivoted around to find her wonderful new friend and lover standing before her, looking like a bronze deity. Ronnie rushed her, but Jolene held up her hand.
“Careful! I’m covered in bronzer.” Jolene laughed, then her eyes fixed on the bouquet. She clasped her hands and held them by her face. “Are those for me?”
Ronnie presented them to Jolene, almost afraid to speak. Jolene took them under one arm, then leaned in and gave Ronnie a small hug around her neck.
Ronnie got flush. “I also got us this.” She opened the paper bag.
Jolene peered in before pulling away. “Darling! Not here.” She giggled and covered her mouth with her hand while Ronnie closed the sack shut. “Oh! There’s Brent. I have to go congratulate him.” Jolene did her dainty walk in her extra high heels. “We’ll leave soon, dearest!” she called back to Ronnie.
Ronnie stood around unsure of what to do with herself, until she was approached by a shorter woman. “Hi! Are you here with Jolene?” The voice was incredibly high-pitched and squeaky.
Ronnie pivoted around to see who had asked. A stunning Asian woman, less than five feet tall, was there in front of her. She was still in her sparkly bikini. She had stilettos as well, as many of the women did in these competitions to tighten up their leg muscles. Even in the heels, this woman was small.
Ronnie looked her over. This woman was already dark-skinned, but appeared to have a similar bronzer spray on her as Jolene had. Ronnie was particularly impressed with the muscular structure the tiny woman had, with her upper chest looking smooth and solid, and her abs were probably even tighter than Jolene’s. The woman was a series of rounded muscle groups, and Ronnie loved the way her body formed a near-perfect T-shape. Her hair was long and dyed a bright orange. Her make-up and teeth looked like they were as much of a time investment as her physique.
“Oh, hi,” Ronnie managed. “Yeah, Jolene invited me out here. I’m Ronnie Vance.” She extended her hand.
The little woman took Ronnie’s hand. Her skin felt like silk. “I’m Honey Lo. It’s so good to meet one of Jolene’s friends!” Ronnie was mesmerized by her cute voice. Honey leaned in a bit and lowered her volume. “Are you…you know…? Some of us know a bit about Jo-Jo.”
Ronnie laughed. “Oh, it’s a bit different with us. She was just nice enough to let me stay with her while I was here for the convention.”
Honey placed a hand on Ronnie’s shoulder. “You know, I would have thought you were one of the competitors! You have an excellent body on you!”
Ronnie blushed and lowered her eyes, pushing her hair behind her ear. “Oh, I don’t look like any of you. I’m really impressed with how gorgeous you all look.”
“Awww!” purred Honey. Ronnie was nearly overwhelmed with how cute Honey was. Honey held out her arms, and Ronnie stepped in to one of the best hugs she ever had.
Honey pulled back. “I better make sure that Jo isn’t talking to my husband too long!” She looked around and pointed. “Oh, there he is!”
Jolene was walking with a hunk of a man. He had a perfect smile to go with his body. Ronnie could have sworn the two of them had a history together. Jolene noticed Honey and Ronnie and waved as they approached.
“Ronnie, dear,” started Jolene. “This is–”
“Brent Mossing!” finished Ronnie. “Four-time IIEF champion.”
Brent’s eyebrows jumped up as he smiled and extended his hand. Ronnie shook it, and was relieved that he did not try to squeeze. “Wow!” he said, sounding surprised. “I didn’t realize anyone even knew about me.” Jolene gave Ronnie a loving look for making such a great impression.
Honey laughed and went in for a kiss from her husband. He threw a giant arm around his wife.
“We’ve known Jolene on the circuit for years,” Honey told Ronnie. “She actually beat me here last year. I was so happy for her!”
“Oh, yeah?” asked Ronnie. “I would have figured you would be so competitive around here.”
Honey laughed. “Oh, no! We all want to get along here. Plus the judging is wildly subjective. I seriously think Jolene should have won. Girl, you look so fantastic!” She looked right at Ronnie. “Don’t you seriously think she’s the most beautiful woman alive?”
Ronnie stared at Jolene, clutching onto her bag. “Oh yes. Yes, yes, yes.”
Honey and Brent laughed. “Okay, you two. We’ll leave you to it. Jo, give us a call when you get to Irvine.” Jolene gave Brent an extra-long hug, which started to make Ronnie uncomfortable. Jolene then gave Honey a big hug, which made Ronnie anxious and excited.
Honey also grabbed onto Ronnie and squeezed, making the sound of a doggie chew toy. Brent settled on another handshake. The two golden figures walked off.
Ronnie stood and watched them leave. “You have some interesting friends.”
Jolene was ebullient. “I love those two to death, and I envy them so much. They are so in love with each other. I want a real relationship like they have.”
Ronnie took Jolene’s hand and interlaced their fingers.
After a celebratory dinner, where Jolene allowed herself a lean steak and pasta, they made way back to the hotel room.
Jolene had been instructed to sit in the chair of the bedroom while preparations were made. She closed her eyes and sat with a silly grin, holding her hands over her eyes. “How long do I have to keep my eyes closed?”
“I never said close your eyes!” called Ronnie from the bathroom. “Okay, I’m almost set!” Jolene could hear the sound of high heels on the bathroom tile.
Ronnie came out of the bathroom. She was wearing a glittery sequin two-piece bikini, as well as her black high heels. She did her hair up in pig tails on the sides of her head. She also had to hold onto her breasts as she was worried they might slip out of her top. “Open!” Ronnie commanded.
Jolene took her hands off of her eyes and shrieked with delight. “You look fantastic!”
Ronnie pouted out her lips as she put her hands on her hips, cocking one of her hips to the side. “Hi,” she moaned in a breathy voice. “My name’s Cinnamon, and I was told you like lap dances from sluts with big tits!”
Jolene threw her head back and cackled. She was sitting in her silk pyjamas. “Oh my! I did not realize I was being treated to a dance!”
“Well, the girl who paid me said you did soooo well on your show today,” Ronnie continued in her bimbo voice. “You deserve a little show of your own.” Ronnie kicked up her foot behind her leg and pointed her toe to the sky. “How about a little dance to get you going, sexy?”
Jolene clapped excitedly as she got her feet under her butt in the chair. She leaned in and adjusted her glasses. She also held up several denominations of bills. “I have my money!”
“Okay,” said Ronnie, again in the breathy voice. “Time for your dance!” Jolene started the music on her phone, and Ronnie began to gyrate her booty. She danced over to the bedpost, then began to do a full wave with her entire body.
“How do you do that?” exclaimed Jolene.
“What? You meant this?” Ronnie did the wind again, much faster. Jolene’s mouth was agape as she held out a five-dollar bill.
Ronnie made her way over slowly and took the bill, then stuffed it into the string of her bikini bottom. “Thanks, sugar,” she said breathily. “I guess that will buy you a little dance.” Ronnie stood in front of Jolene and stroked her cheek with the back of her hand. Ronnie then climbed onto the chair so that her knees were on the cushion as she straddled Jolene’s lap. Jolene put her hands on Ronnie’s thighs and started to cackle.
“I have never had this done for me before!” Jolene whooped.
“Oh, I used to have a boyfriend take me to the club a few times,” Ronnie said in her normal voice. She humped her ass a few times for Jolene to get the effect, then threw her arms back and did a wave with them.
Ronnie climbed off and began to dance again. “Ooooh,” she moaned in the Cinnamon voice. “This top seems to be awfully small. I hope it can contain these big, sexy jugs.”
Jolene covered her mouth to stifle her laughter. “I didn’t think it would fit you.”
“Oh, that’s okay,” sighed Ronnie. “The fellas don’t like me wearing many clothes anyway. But at least stripping means I don’t have to sell that icky copper pipe anymore!” Ronnie made a baby pouty face.
“Oh, that’s nice,” said Jolene, playing along. “Do you have playtime with the people you give lapdances to?”
“Yeah,” whispered Ronnie. “I like to get the muscle babes. They really know how to…exercise a girl.” Ronnie tried to lift her leg up far. “How’s this working for you?”
Jolene smiled, then reached down and pulled her leg all of the way up while still in the chair. “Sorry, dear.”
Ronnie made a shocked face. “Holy sh…girl, come on!” She started to dance her way back to Jolene, then undid her top, letting it fall to the floor. Jolene got excited seeing Ronnie’s round breasts with her jutting pink nipples. “What’s that worth?”
Ronnie turned her back to Jolene and bent over, and Jolene put a twenty in the bikini bottom strap. Ronnie straightened up and turned around. She bent down and got on her knees in front of Jolene.
“You can kiss the dancers in this club,” Ronnie said in a serious voice. Jolene stroked Ronnie’s face, then kissed her intensely. Ronnie never felt so gorgeous in her life.
Ronnie then pulled back and stood up. She pulled the bills out of her bikini bottom and put them on the desk, then slid off her bottoms. She bobbed her head back and forth to shake the pigtails, then stood and bit her lower lip. “You were so beautiful up there,” Ronnie said, gasping. “You’re an absolute perfect woman. I love your grace, and your kindness, and your ability to persevere. You make me feel safe, knowing that I can always look up to you for inspiration. I want every part of you, Jo. You’re amazing.”
Jolene stood up out of the chair. She had a fierce look on her face, which was totally out of character for her. Jolene reached up and clutched at her pyjama top with both hands.
“You want to see something?” asked Jolene. Ronnie stood there and shook her head yes.
“Grrahhh!” Jolene pulled her arms back as her top flew open, two of the buttons flying off into the air. Her nipples were already erect, and every single one of her muscles was visible. Jolene took off her top and threw it hard onto the carpet, then looked at her girlfriend with primal lust.
Ronnie nearly fainted. “Oh, fuck!” she moaned. “Oh my fuck!” She put her hands over her privates.
Jolene slid off her bottoms, then stormed over to her lover so they were an inch apart. Jolene stood stone-faced while Ronnie was a mess of nervous tics and heavy breathing.
“I have never felt so powerful as I do right now,” Jolene said in an even tone. “You were the one who did this for me. I want to allow you to make love to me with the present you got me.”
Ronnie stepped back slightly, then made her way to the night stand and pulled out the strapless dildo that she bought for Jolene. She took it out of its container, then brought it over to Jolene. Ronnie held it up as if presenting a blessed gift.
Jolene lie down on the bed, putting her arms up and getting her legs spread. Ronnie sat down, then moved up to give Jolene a gentle kiss. She then made her way down Jolene’s body, spending a lot of time on her cut abs. Eventually Ronnie made way to Jolene’s pussy, which she began to devour.
Jolene began to moan and twitch with approval. “Oh, my goodness!” she moaned. “Oh, sweetheart!”
Ronnie switched it up by kissing the inner things, still rubbing Jolene’s swollen clit with her middle finger. Jolene reached down to guide Ronnie’s head back up by using the pigtails. Ronnie did as instructed and continued using her tongue to roll around her love hole. She had her hands flat on Jolene’s upper thighs, loving the sensation as they tightened and relaxed with each tongue lap.
“Ooooh,” Jolene grunted. “My baby! Oh, I knew I was right to stop you when I did! I’m so glad you came to stay with me!” Ronnie pulled her head away, then used her middle finger again to find Jolene’s sweet little pearl. She rubbed her finger back and forth at hummingbird speed. Jolene’s teeth began to chatter as her face pulled back in delight. “Unnnnh, yeah! That’s it! You’re so close, I….ohhhhh!” Jolene went into a spasm as she felt the first orgasm hit her. She thrusted her hips up and down as Ronnie backed off, watching her beautiful partner work off the passion.
Ronnie got a half-smile on her face as her eyes were wide open. “Oh, man,” she remarked. “That is so awesome to watch.”
Jolene was lying there biting down on her finger as she gasped and whined. Ronnie decided now was the time, so she pushed the giving end of the strapless dildo into her pussy. Ronnie rearranged the pillow so that Jolene’s head was comfortable, and also so that her ass was raised up enough to give Ronnie a proper entry.
Ronnie got in position and rubbed the head of the fake dick up and down Jolene’s twat. Working her way inside, Ronnie gave a slow push into Jolene. Eventually the rubber toy gave way, and she was fully inserted. Ronnie had to strain a bit to keep the instrument inside of herself, but she was able to start thrusting slowly.
Jolene stared up at Ronnie, almost seeming surprised by the action she was taking. Ronnie was lying on top, pumping the dildo in and out with as much force as she could manage. Jolene reached for Ronnie’s tits, pulling one to her mouth and licking with force. The pounding that Jolene was getting felt just as pleasurable to Ronnie.
“I can’t believe you’re letting me do this to you!” Ronnie said. “Oh God! I loved seeing you up there on stage. I loved seeing you in the bar. You were just so fucking brave and powerful!” Ronnie did a sudden grunt as she remembered the thrill of seeing Jolene’s sculpted shoulders and arms that first time. She kissed Jolene’s shoulders and then her waiting lips.
Ronnie was in a major sweat, so Jolene got her to get off of her. Still keeping the strapless dildo in her cunt, Ronnie got on her knees as Jolene got on all fours. Jolene was able to arch her back deeply, as she had most of her chest pressed on the bed. Ronnie was quivering as she grasped onto Jolene’s firm ass.
“Are you ready?” asked Ronnie, her voice shaky. Jolene nodded, then Ronnie pushed the dildo back into her lover.
This position was working much better for Ronnie, and she was able to ram her fake cock into Jolene with better speed. Jolene was pushing her ass back and forth, doing a lot of the work. Ronnie marvelled at how little ripple there was in her ass, and her back muscles were like two fine ropes. Jolene’s buff shoulders were flexing and writhing with Ronnie’s fucking.
Ronnie raised her left leg up and put her foot on the bed, allowing her to fuck Jolene even faster. Jolene was banging on the mattress with both fists while she buried her face into a pillow and screamed. Ronnie suddenly fell out of Jolene’s pussy, while Jolene did a few spurts and rocked her ass up and down. Jolene’s hips banged into the mattress several times before she finally settled down.
Ronnie pulled out the apparatus and laid it beside her, then watched Jolene as she panted and moaned some more. Her pussy was actually quivering from the pounding it had received. Ronnie had to crawl her way up to meet Jolene. She laid down beside her and threw an arm around her shoulders. “Hey,” she whispered to Jolene. “Did I do all right?”
Jolene finally turned her head and looked at Ronnie. “Did you…” she began, still out of breath. “I can’t hear anything!”
Ronnie laughed. “That happens to me sometimes, too!” she shouted.
Jolene rolled over and panted some more. Ronnie went to the kitchen area and got her lover a glass of water, then ran back to the bedroom and sat on the bed. She helped Jolene to sit up, then held the glass to Jolene’s lips. “Drink,” she commanded. Jolene lapped up the water. Ronnie pulled it away after a bit and took a drink herself.
Jolene sat and crossed her arms over her chest. Ronnie rubbed and patted her back. “That’s what we call the dick-down!” she said.
“Such language!” scolded Jolene, but Ronnie only laughed again. Jolene cracked a small smile.
“You can swear in front of me,” encouraged Ronnie. “It’ll be our little secret,” she whispered.
Jolene held her hand up to Ronnie’s ear. “You fucked me so well.”
After ten minutes, Jolene got off the bed and held her hand out to Ronnie, who accepted it. Ronnie stood up and embraced her love.
Jolene reached down and grabbed the strapless dildo. “I want to watch you ride it,” she said, almost begging.
Ronnie kissed Jolene, then got her to lie down. Jolene inserted the dildo, then started to hump her ass up in anticipation. Ronnie licked her fingers and gave herself a little rub before she climbed aboard. Ronnie let the dick slide up into her, letting herself take her time. Jolene was still trying to pose even while lying down. Ronnie leaned in and kissed Jolene’s cheek, then whispered in her ear, “You don’t have to try so hard, babe.”
Ronnie tipped up, then started to ride slowly. She threw her head back and let her hands wander all over Jolene’s upper body. Jolene’s tits were a little more firm than she was used to, but Ronnie did not let it bother her. She whipped her hair around, letting the pigtails bounce and dance. She still felt like her Cinnamon persona.
Jolene was enjoying the view. “Oh, I love the way you bounce and jiggle,” Jolene whispered. “You’re so breathtaking, darling.”
Ronnie’s eyes popped open as she smiled. She picked up her pace humping the rubber dick. “Oh, this is good,” Ronnie moaned.
Jolene got herself up on her elbows. “Would you like to try something a bit more exciting?”
Ronnie stopped and looked Jolene in the eye. “Okay.”
Ronnie got up and stood on the floor while Jolene hoisted herself up, holding onto her toy. “Come here,” she said to Ronnie.
Ronnie got face to face. Jolene guided Ronnie’s arms up, then hoisted Ronnie up so that she was straddling Jolene.
Ronnie looked down and around, looking shocked. “What…what are we doing?”
Jolene stooped down a bit and inserted the dong into Ronnie’s pussy. Ronnie’s eyes were wide open as Jolene proceeded to fuck her lover standing up.
Ronnie held onto the back of Jolene’s neck for all she was worth. “Oh! Oh my God! Ohhhh!” she screamed as Jolene continued humping her.
Jolene was breathing hard in Ronnie’s ear. “Yeah? Does that work for my baby? You like getting fucked like that?”
Ronnie let out an incredible moan while she was bucked up and down. She was beyond words at that point.
“Yeah! I love it, darling. I love to fuck you.” Jolene was shaking, partly from fatigue but also from the other end of the dildo working on her G-spot. Jolene laid Ronnie down on the bed and began to fuck her with Ronnie’s legs raised up.
Ronnie whined and groaned until she felt the jolt of electricity flash through her entire body. Jolene pulled out and let the strapless dildo hit the floor, then rubbed herself until she felt her own orgasm. Jolene collapsed on the bed next to Ronnie, both of them breathing heavily.
Ronnie rubbed her chest and felt the sweat, flinging it away. Jolene lifted her head up and looked at lover. “Shower?” asked Ronnie.
Jolene nodded. The two of them made it to the bathroom. Ronnie took the hair clips out holding up her pigtails while Jolene got the shower going. Jolene took Ronnie’s hand and brought her into the shower, where the two of them embraced and kissed each other with gentle love. Ronnie ducked down a bit and rested her head on Jolene’s firm chest. Jolene smelled her hair and stroked Ronnie’s back.
The next day, the two women were at the airport. Jolene’s plane back to Phoenix was about to depart, and Ronnie’s gate was a few down.
“I have to get going soon, sweetie,” Jolene said. She took Ronnie by the shoulders. “Will you wait for me?”
Ronnie smiled. “Well, that’s the thing—I don’t know if I want to continue with copper piping for much longer. Maybe…maybe I can find something out your way.”
Jolene gasped. “Oh, dear! Are you sure? Maybe give it a little while to consider.”
“Okay, but I’ll be looking,” Ronnie assured her. “I have a lot of time off banked thanks to these silly trade shows. I can come and see you, too. It’s not exactly a long flight from Denver.”
Jolene rubbed Ronnie’s shoulders. “I would like that so much.” She sighed. “You know, I think we’re going to be a good match. I needed someone who would stand up to me and was more independent.”
Ronnie nodded. “And I needed someone who represented strength and confidence.”
Jolene leaned in and gave Ronnie a quick kiss. “They’re calling my zone,” said Jolene. She picked up her carry-on and headed to the desk. She handed her ticket over, then walked down the hallway, stopping to blow Ronnie a playful kiss.
Ronnie stood in the hallway, staring at the gate. She made her way over to the newsstand and went to pick up some tissues for the flight home. She paused at the magazine rack when she saw a fitness magazine. The woman on the cover was lean, firm, and had a smile that could brighten anyone’s day. She flipped through the magazine, stopping on an article on how to get firmer arms in two weeks.
Ronnie got her tissues and the magazine. The female cashier looked at the cover. “Oh,” the cashier commented. “You must get a lot of exercise from the looks of you.”
Ronnie smiled. “Actually, I never exercise.” She took a quick glance down at her body. “But I guess there’s always room for improvement.”