Competition

Ronnie waited patiently at home for the phone to ring. She was lounging in Jolene’s living room, scrolling through the few cable channels that Jolene had on her service. Ronnie had her mind made up that there were going to be a few changes once she moved in.

She was waiting to hear how she did at the latest competition out in Austin. It made her nervous that she was visiting so close to Austin, where Brent Mossing and his perfect little wife lived. Ronnie was also scared that Jolene might not have placed as high as she hoped. This show in San Antonio was her absolute last on the IIEF circuit. She had already placed fifth in Raleigh and fourth in Knoxville, much to Ronnie’s chagrin and surprise. Jolene had pushed extra hard to get herself in shape, and Ronnie thought she looked gorgeous. It drove Ronnie even crazier when Jolene decided not to have sex for two weeks before she flew off to compete.

Ronnie’s phone buzzed next to her, and she lunged to answer. “Hello? Hello?”

“Darling!” Jolene sounded out of breath. There was a great deal of yelling and blaring music in the background.

“Jo? That’s you, right?” Ronnie held her finger up to her ear to try to listen in.

“Oh, let me get into a more private spot.” There was a slam of a door and Jolene appeared to settle down. “Sweetie, I’m sorry that I didn’t call sooner. I have been distracted by so many people today.”

“How did you do?” Ronnie was gripping her legs close to her chest.

“Baby, how have you been?”

“How did you do?” Ronnie was pulling her hair.

“Did you go to the gym while I was away?”

“Jolene!” Ronnie was laughing and clawing at the couch. “How did you do?”

A long pause. “First.”

Ronnie screeched and dropped the phone. “Oh, fuck!” She picked it up again. “You seriously won?”

“I couldn’t believe it! I was the oldest competitor there entirely.” Jolene sighed. “I think I stopped in time. I feel a bit tired.”

“Oh, babe, that’s so awesome,” Ronnie told her. “Are you all partying now?”

“They’re having a press party,” Jolene replied. “I had a few interviews for blogs and a magazine.” She sighed. “They said how proud they were of me for being a senior competitor.”

Ronnie covered her mouth and held the phone away as she let out a laugh. “Oh, don’t listen to them. You’re just as young as the girl you feel.”

Jolene laughed, and Ronnie was so relieved to hear her sweetie enjoying herself. “Thank you, dear,” Jolene responded. “I have to tell you something. I’m going to Brent’s house tomorrow.”

Ronnie bit her lip. “I see.”

“Honey will be there, too,” Jolene cautioned. “I just wanted to say goodbye to him. We probably won’t see each other ever again now that I’m not doing my shows.” There was an uncomfortable pause. “Are you okay with that?”

Ronnie nodded, then realizing that Jolene could not see it, said, “I trust you.”

Jolene laughed. “It’s okay, dear! We’re just having a little party is all. I’m assuming there will be other people there. I have no interest in Brent!”

Ronnie exhaled and pushed the hair out of her eyes. “Okay. I know I’m being stupid.”

“I love you, silly,” said Jolene. “What would Brent do with an old lady like me, anyway?”

Ronnie laughed. “You’re my old lady is the point!”

“Of course I am!” Jolene sighed. “Sweetie, I have to leave now. Please, I love you deeply. I’ll be home tomorrow night, okay?”

Ronnie gave kisses into the phone. “Take extra care, love. I’m really proud of you.”

“I love you too, dearest!” Jolene hung up. Ronnie sat and looked at her phone for a minute, then heard the chime come in from her phone. Jolene had sent a picture in a text. Ronnie sighed as she saw Jolene, holding up a bicep while the other arm held up a giant silver trophy cup. She was smiling brightly, and looked more beautiful than Ronnie had ever seen, save for a few choice pictures from Cherry’s latest pictorial.

Ronnie got up and walked to the bedroom, peeling off her clothes and letting them fall to the floor. She settled into Jolene’s soft bed completely nude while she held up her phone with Jolene’s latest picture on full display. She propped her legs up and rubbed at herself furiously, occasionally kissing her phone screen. “I am gonna fuck the shit out of you when you get home,” she whispered, making herself come in three minutes.

The next morning, Jolene took her rented car over to Austin. She noticed that the driveway was empty. Brent’s Corvette was missing from its usual spot.

She made her way up the walkway and rang the doorbell. Honey answered in shorts and a t-shirt.

“Hi, Honey!” Jolene looked around. “Aren’t we having a party? Where’s Brent?”

“Please come in,” replied Honey in a dull tone. Jolene stepped into the lavish house. Honey went to sit on the couch, and Jolene joined her.

“Brent is cheating on me,” Honey announced. Her face crumpled and she put her hands up to her mouth.

Jolene put a hand gently on Honey’s shoulder. “How do you know?”

“He admitted it,” came the whimpering reply. “It’s some bimbo who works at the Red Rock location. Some…blonde bitch 22-year-old.” Honey held her face in her hands.

Jolene made a face of surprise. Honey was a gorgeous fitness trainer and probably the nicest woman she had ever met. She put her arms around Honey and leaned her cheek on top of her friend’s head. “What are you going to do now?” asked Jolene.

Honey pulled her head away and wiped at her eyes. Jolene reached out and got the box of tissues. “Thank you,” managed Honey as she dabbed her tears away. “I guess we decide what to do with the house first. Brent took the car and left. He was so cold about it, Jo.”

Jolene balled up her fists and sneered. “That man! Oh, I could just scream! I idolized him. I owe my whole lifestyle to him, and this is what he does?”

Honey blew her nose, then tried to laugh. “I don’t suppose you slept with him too.”

Jolene’s mouth went wide. “Oh, I swear I never did! I mean, long, long ago I had feelings for him, but I would never betray your trust, dear.”

Honey nodded. “I figured as much. I just…had to know for sure.” She slapped her hands down on the couch. “Why is he doing this?”

Jolene sighed. “Men are hasty creatures. There are a lot of times I don’t miss them.” She growled. “I stood in prayer circles with that man!” She slapped her hands together. “Have you called a lawyer yet?”

“No! I don’t know how to handle this!” Honey ran her hands through her hair. “I don’t want this to happen.”

Jolene took Honey’s hands in her own. “No, don’t let this happen to yourself. If he comes crawling back and begs forgiveness, do not fall for it. He’s already betrayed your trust.”

“What will I do with myself?” asked Honey. “I can’t pay for this house on my own.”

“You can sell the house,” Jolene reassured her. “I know it will be painful. If I thought he was willing to reconcile with you, I would encourage it, but I see how he ran away…” She shook her head and sneered. “I would have never guessed that he was like this.”

Honey blew her nose. “Is this what you had to do when you were divorced?”

“That’s right,” said Jolene. “My situation was very different. We had little wealth saved up, and he was in jail. It was easy to serve papers that way, and I had a lawyer provided to me. I was such a mess just because I had finished up with the surgery.” She leaned back in the couch and rubbed the side of her face with the small scar. “I wish he had cheated on me instead.” She gasped, realizing what she had said. “Oh, I don’t mean to be so dismissive!”

“It’s okay,” Honey said, making a weak smile. “I know what you mean, though. I guess it could have been worse for me. It’s just that we started to drift apart. I know he doesn’t find me attractive anymore.”

Jolene looked Honey up and down. This beautiful Asian doll had no conceivable flaws that Jolene could see. The side woman must have been a stunner.

“I will call a lawyer tomorrow, I promise,” Honey assured Jolene. She held out her hands, and Jolene accepted her into her arms.

Jolene arrived back in Phoenix the next day at the airport, and Ronnie was there to pick her up. Ronnie made an emotional scene after seeing her fiancée after a full month of her being on the road. Jolene got her calmed down as they went out to Ronnie’s Beetle. Ronnie drove them towards Jolene’s house.

“It was so heartbreaking to hear about poor Honey,” Jolene told her. “They were the perfect couple.” She put her hands and her lap and shifted to look at Ronnie. “Do you know what I was going to ask Brent while I was out there?”

“Uh oh,” said Ronnie, looking straight ahead.

“No, not like that,” Jolene corrected. “I know you want a baby, and I would have asked if he would have been willing to donate his sperm.”

Ronnie made a face of shock. “What? From Brent?”

“Well, why not?” asked Jolene. “He is a handsome, strong man, and he would have been very supportive of us.”

Ronnie exhaled. “Yeah, but he’s nearly an ex of yours! I mean, I know nothing happened. I don’t know if I would have liked that.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, dear,” Jolene replied, sounding sad. “I really should have asked you first.”

Ronnie was silent, then started to smirk. “So you would have liked Brent to give me some sperm, yeah?”

“That would have been nice.”

Ronnie sputtered. “So, he could have deposited it several times, right?”

Jolene pondered. “I guess they have to do many treatments, sure.”

Ronnie was chuckling. “Would you want to watch while it happened?”

“Of course! I would want to support you!”

Ronnie was slapping her knee. “And would you join in?”

Jolene looked perplexed. “No, I could just sit and watch.”

Ronnie was nearly in hysterics. “And would you clean me up after?”

Jolene looked at Ronnie and squinted. “Why would I…oh, Ronnie! I didn’t mean like that!” Ronnie slapped the dashboard and howled while Jolene slapped her on the shoulder.

“You naughty girl!” Jolene folded her arms and looked out the window.

“Hey, well, if science failed us, I figured we could just do things the natural way.” Ronnie did her best to stifle her laughter, as Jolene let a little smile creep onto her face.

“I always thought he was a wonderful man,” Jolene said. “It’s just now I can’t believe what he did.”

Ronnie glanced over at Jolene. “Would me having his baby be a way for you two to have become a couple in a sense? Like, that would have been a way to find a loophole?”

“Of course not, Ronnie,” Jolene replied. “I’m not in love with Brent, and this is the final straw for him. I am just disgusted with him now.”

Ronnie sighed. “That’s good, hon. I can’t compete with that guy.”

Jolene looked at her and smiled. “There’s no competition.”

Jolene and Ronnie got in to the house, with Ronnie being nice enough to bring in all of her luggage. Jolene got her heels off and made it to the bedroom, lying on the bed. Ronnie piled in the last of the bags, then shut the door and closed the curtains.

“I got something so cool,” announced Ronnie as she stopped by the bed. “Make yourself comfortable, okay?” Ronnie turned off the lights and dashed into the bathroom.

Jolene understood what she meant, and she was horny enough to take the cue. She stripped off her clothes and got herself comfy on the bed, the only light seen under the bathroom door. She still felt as if Ronnie was being paranoid about Brent. “I really never want to hear from him again,” called out Jolene. “I mean, we should still keep in touch with Honey. She’s an absolute dear, and she’s been a good friend of mine.”

The bathroom light went out. “No more talking,” Ronnie commanded through the bathroom door. The door came open, and standing in the dark was a bright pink glow-in-the-dark figure. The body was unmistakable—those lovely boobs, that shapely curve of her hips, and the extra-long legs. Ronnie was wearing a body stocking that had no arms and an opening in the crotch.

The glowing figure slinked along near the bed. Jolene was stunned by the gorgeous figure before her. Every now and then she would see one of Ronnie’s arms wave in front of the glowing body net. Ronnie shimmied her hips, then leaned forward and shook her tits. She spun around and bent over, showing off her beautiful heart-shaped ass.

Ronnie turned back to face Jolene again and stood there. “What do you think?”

Jolene was panting furiously. “I’m really glad to be home.” She got her legs propped up and spread out while she reached down with her hand and began to stroke her pussy.

Ronnie did a few more spins, then did her signature body wave move. It looked so weird to Jolene to see that body with no arms doing a serpentine undulation. Jolene’s breathing became more laboured as she fiddled with herself.

The glowing body stopped in place. “What are you doing?”

Jolene wanted to stop but could not resist. She rubbed faster, pulling on her nipple with her other hand. “It’s been so long, sweetie.”

Ronnie made her way toward the end of the bed, then crept up in towards Jolene’s crotch. “Aw, dear,” she purred. “Let me take care of that for you.”

Jolene let her head fall back as she felt Ronnie’s warm hands on the inside of her thighs. Ronnie pushed Jolene’s legs open. Jolene felt Ronnie’s long hair brushing up on her legs. She took Ronnie’s head in her hands, while Ronnie licked her cunt.

“Oh God,” moaned Jolene. She had trouble figuring why this was so much more intense this time. It occurred to her that being in the dark made things so much more mysterious. She looked at Ronnie’s raised heart-shaped ass. She could see the silhouette of Ronnie’s head against the glowing body stocking as she lapped at her love hole.

Ronnie placed two fingers in Jolene’s snatch as she lifted up her body. “You’re my champion,” Ronnie whispered. “Fucking sexy.” She pumped her hand faster, making a sloshing noise. “I wanted to come see you. I should have quit my job. Watching you on stage gets me so hot I can’t stand it!”

Jolene’s head rolled to the side as she whined and moaned. Ronnie was saying all the right things right now. Her nipples were at full stiffness. “Fuck me, dear,” she begged.

Ronnie got up on top of Jolene and rode her hips. As wonderful as Ronnie’s breasts were, they looked absolutely mesmerizing as they glowed in that fish-net pattern.

“You swore,” said Ronnie in a playful tone. “I love it when you slip up and let loose.” She thrusted her hips back and forth. “Say it again.”

Jolene reached up and felt Ronnie’s tits. “I…I wanna fuck you. Fuck me.”

Ronnie giggled. “Say it again. Louder.”

Jolene held onto Ronnie’s sides as she humped her hips up to bang into Ronnie. “Fuck that cunt. Yeah. Oh God, you’re my little bitch.”

Ronnie let out a small screech as she bucked up and down. She reached over and opened the nightstand drawer, pulling out an instrument. “You get to use Big Blue tonight.”

Ronnie rolled off of Jolene and got into doggy. Jolene inserted the feeldoe and got herself behind her lover. The glowing fishnet made it easier doing it in the dark. After a few attempts, Jolene inserted the fake dick into Ronnie. Ronnie cried out as she panted with excitement.

“Oh yeah,” Ronnie hissed. “Get it in there! Fuckin’ go to town, girl! Unnnh!”

Jolene complied by ramming the fake dick in and out as fast as she could. She held onto Ronnie’s hips as she pumped back and forth. “Oh God,” she moaned. “I missed you so much! I love you. I wanna…I wanna…”

“Wanna what, baby?” asked Ronnie. “What do you want to do to me?”

“I want to fuck you like a crazy woman,” Jolene yelled. She took Ronnie by the hair as she continued fucking her fiancée. Jolene then gave Ronnie a slap on her bottom.

“Oh my God, girl!” Ronnie chuckled while she moaned from her ramming.

Jolene was breaking into a sweat. She was hypnotized by the glowing figure in front of her. The sensation of having the feeldoe in her was working on her own hotspot. She bent forward and laid her body on top of Ronnie. “Oh, I’m going to come, dear,” she moaned.

Ronnie shifted around as Jolene pulled out the feeldoe. The two of them locked legs and humped their pussies together. Jolene stroked Ronnie’s leg as she watched her neon figure twisting in the dark. She wanted to get Ronnie worked up. “I love fucking, honey.”

Ronnie froze. “You did what?” She pulled away and covered herself with her arms. She was gasping as if she was going to break down.

Jolene instantly recognized her mistake. “No! You’re misunderstanding! I didn’t mean that Honey!”

Ronnie exhaled. “Oh no! What am I saying?” She pounded the mattress with her fist. “God, I have to work through this.” She jumped over and grabbed Jolene in a hug. “I’m sorry!” She was crying now.

Jolene struggled with Ronnie nearly toppling her over. “Oh sweetie, I didn’t mean to upset you!” She stroked Ronnie’s hair. “I know, I disappear for this long, and there are a lot of attractive people around me…” She made Ronnie lie down as she helped to wipe her tears. “You said you never cry!”

Ronnie sniffed and snorted. “Maybe I’m changing. I don’t know. I just…” She paused and wiped at her eyes. “When you didn’t want to have sex with me before you left, I thought maybe you were done with me.”

“No! That would never happen!” Jolene sat up on the bed. “I’ve changed a lot since I met you.” She sighed and played with her hair. She was not used to it being this long. “I used to hide my pain with sex. I played idiotic games, pretending that I was so formal and refined about it all. The truth is I was just…fucking random people.” She stroked Ronnie’s shoulder. “It made me hate myself more each time, but I couldn’t stop.”

Ronnie calmed down and rested her head on Jolene’s shoulder. “I thought that maybe you had been with Honey, since her husband left her.” She wiped at her eye. “I mean, Honey is really fucking pretty. Like, wow.”

Jolene gave her a gentle nudge. “You sure like Asian women.”

“Oh, Madeline was no Honey, I can tell you that!” Ronnie gave a weak laugh. “Maddie almost has a boy’s body. Now, Honey? I mean…I would have been mad if you did it.” She smiled in the dark. “But I would have understood.”

Jolene gave Ronnie a kiss. “Come here, my silly girl.” Jolene got her orgasm after more caressing.

The next day a package came special delivery for Ronnie at Jolene’s place. Jolene called Ronnie over to have a look at it.

“I don’t believe it!” Ronnie looked ecstatic as she opened the package. “Bolatta!”

Jolene looked perplexed. “Are you learning a new language?”

Ronnie stared at her lover. “I thought you were into fitness!” She took the garment out of the box and held it up. “This is the shit right here. Cherry had it sent to me. She might have another lead on some pictures!”

“Oh, that’s great, dear!” Jolene came over to feel the fabric. “First your water bottle spot, and now this!”

“Yeah, and the honeymoon we’re going to have is going to be nuts!” She held the garment to her body. “I have to try this on!” She dashed off to the bedroom.

When she came out, Jolene was blown away. Ronnie had a perfect form-fitting top on with full-length sleeves. The black fabric looked like shark skin. What really caught Jolene’s attention was how nice it made Ronnie’s tits look. She was also wearing nothing but a black thong on for her bottoms.

Ronnie held out her arms and twirled around. “This is like my body armour,” she said. She ran her fingers underneath her boobs. “Like, these things lift and support like it’s the best fucking bra you ever had. Oh, and they make custom fits! It’s not just twos and fours or mediums.”

Jolene kept her eyes fixated on Ronnie’s tits as she reached out and felt her up. “That fabric looks amazing.”

Ronnie stood there and laughed. “Hey, grabby! Take it easy on me.”
Jolene took her hands away, still admiring the clothing. “How much is this one?”

“They start at four hundred,” replied Ronnie.

Jolene looked Ronnie in the eyes. “For one shirt?”

Ronnie held up her hands. “These are worth it! I might have to sell these in a shop!”

Jolene looked back at Ronnie’s breasts and assumed that she could move a bunch of them easily. “So Cherry asked you to do a photoshoot?”

“Yep, this weekend!” Ronnie looked proud of herself.

Jolene put her hands on her hips. “Why the underpants?”

Ronnie got an innocent look as she looked down. “I just figured…fuck it.”

Jolene got a smile and inched towards Ronnie, who held up a hand to halt her. “No! Do not get this wrinkled.” Ronnie pulled off the top, exposing her D-cups. Her pink nipples were erect. She took her time folding up the top and placing it gently back into the box it arrived in. She then held up her arms. “Okay, now!” Jolene obliged.

The next day, Jolene was enjoying a light lunch when she got a call on her cell. She did not recognize the number. “Hello?”

“Jolene, it’s Shaya,” came the reply. “Do you remember me? I’m…Karen’s daughter?”

“Shaya!” she exclaimed. “Of course. How wonderful to hear from you again!”

“I just wanted to ask,” Shaya began, sounding nervous. “I mean, you’re probably busy. I’m sorry I bothered you.”

“Why, Shaya! It’s no bother!” Jolene smiled. “You need more confidence, dear.”

“Yeah, that’s…kind of why I called.” Shaya sighed. “I want to get more muscle.”

“Oh, that’s fantastic, dear!” Jolene took a quick bite of her salad. “Now, I don’t want to discourage you at all, but I think your body is lovely as it is. However, if you do want to add more mass, it’s going to take some commitment out of you. You need to change up your diet, and you need to make a firm–”

“Um, Jolene?” interrupted Shaya. “I just wanted to try to work out a little bit first, okay? I don’t want to get…carried away.”

Jolene pursed her lips. “Carried away like certain other women did?”

“Um…sorry! Yeah, I just want to get toned a bit more is all. I mean…I saw how you trained Ronnie so quickly, and she’s gorgeous and everything. I’m just not like her.” Shaya sighed over the phone. “I’m nobody special.”

A fierceness charged up inside of Jolene. “My dear, you do not have to talk like that about yourself.” She sat up and stared out the window. “Do you realize how horrendous I looked before I started my own journey? You look absolutely breathtaking compared to where I started.”

Shaya gasped over the phone. “Do you think so?”

“Oh yes, dear,” Jolene told her. “I’ll tell you what—why don’t we meet at my gym this Saturday? Ronnie will be busy with her new shoot all day. Are you comfortable with that?”

“I’d love that!” exclaimed Shaya. “Thanks, Jolene!”

“Not at all, lamb,” Jolene said with a smile. She hung up, then texted the gym address.

Ronnie came over that night for dinner. Jolene had prepared fettucinne and brown rice. “Oh, I also got a call from Shaya. You remember her?”

“The…kidnapped girl I talked to?” asked Ronnie. Her eyes lit up. “Oh, I remember her! You thought her mom was a cunt.”

“Ronnie!” exclaimed Jolene. She looked to the side and twisted up her lips. “Okay, she totally is, but that is no excuse for such language!”

Ronnie laughed. “Fuck you.”

“Anyway,” Jolene said calmly as she sat down at the table. “Shaya needs my help with training, and seeing as I am no longer in the major training routine anymore, I thought I could impart some of my wisdom onto her.”

Ronnie sat and stared. “I don’t know if I like you hanging around with her. She’s way too pretty.”

“Oh, darling,” Jolene prodded. “You have nothing to worry about. Shaya is old enough to be my daughter.”

“So am I,” said Ronnie.

Jolene sputtered. “My goodness, dear. Maybe if I was impregnated in junior high.”

Ronnie sighed. “Look, I guess I can trust you. After all, you never got with your stud-god Brent after all those years.”

Jolene grimaced. “Ugh! That man. I am repulsed at the idea of him now.” She reached over and touched Ronnie’s hand. “I promise you that nothing will happen with her. She has a boyfriend, anyway!”

Ronnie lifted an eyebrow. “We had boyfriends once.”

“I just…wanted to be helpful to her.” Jolene got a sad look on her face. “My last pupil quit after one show.” She leaned in and get a mischievous smile. “And she did beat Shaya at the competition.”

Ronnie tightened her lips to keep from smiling. “Well, okay.” She held up a warning finger. “If she tries to get weird with you, get out of there, and tell me about it, okay?”

Jolene put a hand on her upper chest. “I swear on my life I will be true.”

“Good,” said Ronnie. “Now I’ve booked our tickets for Denver. We’re flying out next month to see Daddy.”

Jolene’s eyes widened. “I get to meet the father-in-law in person finally.”

“That’s Colonel Adam ‘Ad’ Vance to you,” warned Ronnie playfully. “He was all on-board when it came to me seeing you, but getting married?” She sucked her teeth. “He’s a little more of a traditionalist.”

“He seemed quite pleasant over the phone,” said Jolene. “Oh, dear, you know how charming I am! He’ll be putty in my hands.”

Ronnie grinned. “Well, you two both talk in weird old-timey expressions, so you’ll probably get along great. Actually, Daddy is just a bit more concerned about having grandkids.” She looked at Jolene. “I’m still willing. Are you…nervous?”

Jolene shrugged. “I think so. This is what you want, and I’ll support you.”

Saturday came, and Jolene met up with Shaya. Jolene led Shaya on to the weight room after getting her set up on a day pass and getting changed in the locker room. “I kind of stayed away from the weights,” Shaya told Jolene. “I mean, I don’t want to get too, like…” She did a manly flex pose and growled.

Jolene laughed. “Oh, nonsense! Why, do I look like some hulking brute to you?”

Shaya examined Jolene’s arms and legs. “No, I guess not.”

“Mind you, I just got off my fitness routine,” admitted Jolene. “It gets addictive, though. You’ll get results soon, and you’ll know exactly what I mean.”

Jolene liked having the excuse to train someone, because it kept her motivated, and it gave her a chance to relax while Shaya did the same exercise. Shaya had much more patience and obedience than Ronnie did during her training. Ronnie was still keeping up a fitness routine, but it felt so relaxed compared to her competition preparation.

Shaya was a thin girl, so she had little muscle tone to begin with. “We’ll get you stronger, but we don’t have to add a lot of mass,” Jolene told Shaya. “Look over at Cora.” Cora was a fine African American woman that Jolene got to know over the years who preferred cross-training. “See? She’s so slender and feminine.”

“Oh, yes!” Shaya watched some of the women as they trained. Her eyes went over to a bulky one doing butterfly curls. “Oh, but maybe not like her.”

Jolene looked and saw Carol, the very muscular woman who Jolene knew. “Oh, yes. Carol’s a bit of a figure here. If she makes you feel awkward at all, let me know.”

Carol noticed Jolene, and cocked her head. “Hey, Jo,” she said in her deep voice, then made her way over. “Got a new one already?”

Jolene sighed and smiled. “No, Carol. Ronnie and I are still going strong.” She gestured over to her new student. “This is Shaya Bischloss. I’m helping her with her training.”

Shaya offered her hand timidly, and Carol took it in her own meaty hand. She stared into Shaya’s eyes while she shook. “So I guess you’re available then, right?” asked Carol.

Shaya pulled her hand away. “Uh, no. I’m seeing a guy.”

Carol clicked her tongue. “Too bad. I’ll be happy to give you a few pointers, too.”

Shaya smiled, although she looked terrified. “Maybe I’ll take you up on that.” She looked down at Carol’s giant thigh muscles. “You are very impressive.”

Carol gave a quick wink. “Thanks, darlin’.” She strolled off to the bench and continued her workout.

Jolene patted Shaya’s shoulder. “If you ever decide to go that way, she’ll be a bit of a handful.”

Jolene showed Shaya how to lock in her arms and do curls. Shaya was still having trouble with what Jolene called “the girlie weights.” She was still hanging in, and Jolene kept her there for nearly two hours. They treated themselves to a drink at the juice bar and chatted about wedding plans.

The two of them went to go get changed. Jolene went to one of the private showers, but she assumed Shaya went to the communal shower room. As much as she loved Ronnie, she was curious as to what Shaya looked like. She gave herself a mental check and pushed the fantasy out of her mind.

At about the same time in a different part of the city, Ronnie was getting her hair and makeup done by a professional. She fidgeted as Jill, the beautician Cherry had hired, pulled with a rough hairbrush at Ronnie’s long brown hair. “Ouch! Be careful,” Ronnie hissed at the girl.

Jill sputtered and continued with the brushing. “This will go faster if you stop moving around.” She held up a wad of Ronnie’s hair. “At least you don’t have too many split ends.”

Ronnie grumbled. “I’ll split your end, ya…”

Cherry fiddled with her camera while Jill continued with touching up for Ronnie. “Sorry to have to put you through this,” she called over to Ronnie. “Jill’s working on her schooling, and she works for cheap.” She looked up from the camera. “Please be nicer to the model, Jill.”

Jill rolled her eyes and got her spritz bottle. She gave Ronnie a few shots of her special formula to make hair shine. She then got down to look at Ronnie in the face. “Try not to lick your lips too much. Your lipstick looks great.”

Ronnie got up from the chair and walked over to the backdrop that Cherry had set up. She was wearing the Bolatta top that was sent to her, as well as a pair of booty-hugging black boy shorts. Jill wandered over to Cherry and folded her arms.

Cherry turned on the pot lights, then went back in behind the camera. “Ronnie, I want you to put your chin up, then suck in your face a bit.” She took a shot. Ronnie’s eyes were glittery from the eye shadow that Jill had put on. She put her face down to look into the ocular. “What do you think, Jill?”

Jill smirked as she kept her eyes locked on Ronnie. “I get why the guys might like her.”

“Girls now,” remarked Ronnie, keeping her head tilted up.

“Ronnie, can you push your chest out a bit more?” requested Cherry. “Try pushing your shoulder blades together.”

Ronnie tried it, knowing full well why she was requested for this campaign. “How do they look, Cherry?”

Cherry exhaled and shook her head. “Damn fine.”

Ronnie’s eyes widened. “Still can’t believe I have to show my face for this one.”

“They wanted the wholesome girl-next-door type,” Cherry said. “Plus this is more for a female empowerment theme. I don’t think they’ll get away with selling clothes exclusive to women if it’s just your torso.”

Ronnie grimaced. “I just hope the colonel doesn’t read a lot of fitness magazines.”

“It might end up on some ad for a porn website, too,” Jill remarked.

“That’s not going to happen!” Cherry snapped. “I have a legal contract saying none of my models will be treated like that.” She looked up at Jill. “Why don’t you go get a coffee or something? We’re going to be here a while.”

Jill left, and Cherry got back to focusing on Ronnie’s posing. “Don’t listen to her,” assured Cherry. “I work with reputable agencies.” She glanced up at Ronnie. “Could you…maybe pull down your zipper a bit?”

Ronnie held both her hands up to zip down, and Cherry interrupted. “Hold there,” she ordered as she took several shots. “Can you zip it down lower?”

Ronnie did so as she laughed. “Look, I know what Jolene got up to, but I wasn’t planning on going that far.”

Cherry laughed as well. “No, no. Those were for her eyes only, and I’m assuming yours.”

“You’re not…interested in Jolene, are you?” asked Ronnie timidly.

Cherry looked up. “Oh no. Not in the least.”

Ronnie zipped all the way down now, showing a great deal of cleavage. Cherry was clearly impressed. “Oh yeah,” she whispered as she took more shots. “Um, so they probably won’t be able to use these ones specifically. I just thought they might be nice for…contrast.”

Ronnie took several poses as Cherry gave instructions and snapped away. “You sure you don’t want to take some raunchy shots, Ron?” asked Cherry.

Ronnie huffed. “Okay, just one. I don’t want this getting released anywhere, okay?” Ronnie turned her back to Cherry, then pulled her shirt down. Her breasts were exposed, and Cherry was able to see a bit of side boob from the angle at which she was standing.

The camera clicked away. “Oh…my God,” breathed Cherry. “You sure you don’t want to do frontal? I can be discreet about this.”

Ronnie chuckled as she rested a hand on her hip. “Uh, I better not. Not right now, anyway.” She pulled up her shirt and zipped up, turning to Cherry. Cherry looked flush and anxious. “Are we all done?”

Cherry nodded slowly. “You can go change in the back, same as usual.”

Ronnie went to the spare room to get undressed. It did not take her long to get her clothes back on. She went to the door and opened it to peek out, seeing Cherry sitting at her desk at the computer. There was a shot of Ronnie on the screen with part of her breast sticking out. Cherry had her legs up at the chair.

Ronnie’s heart jumped as she saw Cherry was clearly masturbating. She shut the door and put her hand to her chest. She decided to open the door a crack and call out, “Cherry? I’m just about ready to go!”

She heard Cherry push her chair back. “Okay, Ronnie!” she called back, sounding flustered. Ronnie came out and say Cherry pushing her hair back as she stood awkwardly by the desk.

“So, how do they look?” asked Ronnie, trying to sound cool.

“Oh, come on over!” Cherry waved, trying to keep her composure. She clicked on with her mouse and found the file folder. Ronnie noticed that the topless from the back shot was highlighted.

“I was thinking,” said Cherry, sounding out of breath. “Maybe if we send this one out…”

Ronnie put up her hand. “No! I took that one because I trusted you, Cherry!”

“Okay, I’m sorry!” Cherry appeared worried. “It’s just a really nice shot.”

“Cherry, is everything all right?” asked Ronnie.

Cherry exhaled and started to rub her bare shoulder. “Um…so Jolene is a really good client of mine, and she’s beautiful…”

Ronnie’s heart started to accelerate. “Uh huh?”

“Oh, but she’s…not…I’m not…” Cherry waved her hands trying to coax the words out. “I don’t like her that way.”

Ronnie shut her eyes and heaved a sigh. “Okay.”

“Um…here’s the thing.” Cherry rubbed at her upper lip. “My husband and I wanted to try something a little different. I know! I get it.” She raised her hands up to steady Ronnie. “I know you two are in love. All I’m saying is maybe if it doesn’t work out with you and Jolene…maybe we three can…”

Ronnie’s eyes went wide. “Whoa! Okay! Um…that’s really…interesting. But I can’t, Cherry.” She stepped in and put a hand on Cherry’s shoulder. “I like you, and I really like the money that this shit brings in. But this can’t happen, okay? I don’t want to give this up over this.”

Cherry panted and her eyes looked wet. “I’m sorry.” She rubbed an eye with her palm. “You’re really beautiful, and I just…”

Ronnie tightened her lips, then gave Cherry a hug. “It’s okay! You know, maybe it’s good we get this out of the way so you aren’t walking around feeling guilty.” Cherry had a slim build but she was still sexy.

Cherry reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone. She tapped the screen a few times and held it up for Ronnie to see. “That’s him, by the way.”

Ronnie saw a shirtless Asian wearing sunglasses. She was impressed with his body. “Okay, he’s cute, but I mean…” She raised an eyebrow.

Cherry put her phone away. “I guess Jolene is tough to compete with.”

Ronnie smiled. “She’s the best.” She went to get her bag, then looked back at Cherry. “Maybe we’ll just keep this between us, okay?”

“I understand,” replied Cherry. “You don’t want to make Jolene afraid.”

Ronnie made a face. “I don’t want to make her angry.”

A few miles away, Jolene was accompanying Shaya to her modest apartment. “Oh, it’s nice in here, dear,” Jolene commented as she looked over some of the furniture.

“Would you like some tea?” asked Shaya as she dashed into the kitchen. Jolene made herself comfortable on the small couch.

“That would be wonderful,” called out Jolene. Shaya put on the kettle and joined Jolene in the living room.

“Thank you for spending time with me today,” said Shaya. She looked down at Jolene. “God, when you dress up nice like that, I can’t tell you’re all…” She flexed her own biceps and bared her teeth.

Jolene laughed. “Oh, yes. I don’t want to show off all of the time.” She had on her red blazer and slacks. “This is how I usually dress when I meet with clients. I love working in commercial real estate, because almost none of the buyers want to work on the weekend.”

“Do you think I could do real estate sales?” asked Shaya.

“Certainly!” Jolene patted Shaya on the knee. “Commercial is a bit more difficult, however. If you’re looking for information on residential, I can put you in touch with some people.”

“Yeah, I mean, dental receptionist is nice, but I want to make some real money soon!” Shaya looked in on the tea. She brought out a small tray with a teapot and two cups.

Shaya suddenly turned, causing the small cup of cream to tip over the tray and splash all over Jolene. Jolene gasped as the cream got all over her top.

Shaya screamed as she put the tea tray down on the table. “Oh no!” she wailed. She got a few tissues and tried to dab at Jolene’s shirt. “You hate me, don’t you?”

Jolene looked at Shaya as she pulled the sopping shirt away from her skin. “Why would I do that? This was just an accident.”

Shaya started to pant as her face crumpled up. “I’m so stupid!” She sat down on the couch next to Jolene and put her hand on her head, looking distressed.

“Darling! It’s all right!” She put a gentle hand on Shaya’s shoulder. “I’ll just get this off. Could I possibly let it soak?”

Shaya calmed down and showed Jolene the bathroom. Jolene took off her coat and blouse, standing in the bathroom in her black lace bra. Shaya stood in the doorway and watched as Jolene rinsed out her blouse. “It’s only cotton,” Jolene assured her. “The coat only got a few drops on it.”

“Wow, Jolene!” Shaya was still gawking. “Did you get…you know…surgery?”

Jolene chuckled as she wrung out her blouse. “Yes, I am afraid so.” She threw her head back. “Ugh! Why couldn’t I have been blessed like Veronica? She’s still a D-cup even after all of her training.”

“Oh, I mean…they look so perky and nice even though you are a bit…” Shaya waved her hand in front of her. “You know…”

“Old?” asked Jolene as she looked at Shaya.

“Oh, I did it again!” Shaya put her hands to her face. “I can’t do anything right!”

“Shaya!” Jolene took Shaya’s hands and led her back into the living room. They both sat down on the couch. “Sweetie, you have to listen to me. If you keep talking about yourself like this, it’s going to affect the rest of your life as well.” She put her hand on Shaya’s knee. “I have struggled with depression as well.”

Shaya’s eyes went wide. “You? But look at you! You have a perfect body, and you’re so nice!”

“Thank you, dear,” said Jolene. “But the problem for me was it never felt like enough. I was abused by my ex-husband, and it left me scared about everything. I still get scared that I will never be good enough. Not for Ronnie, not for competing, not at my job. If you don’t have love for yourself, you’re setting yourself up to fail.”
“Do you always feel that way?” asked Shaya.

“Yes, but I learned how to control it,” said Jolene. “I still have panic attacks at times. I would sometimes hurt myself. Can you see how destructive that can be?”

Shaya nodded. “My mother doesn’t love me.”

“Oh, don’t say that!” Jolene protested.

“It’s true,” Shaya responded. “She’s not my real mother. I know people have noticed. Look at me!” She held up her arms. “I don’t look like her at all, and she never treated me like a real person.” She looked at Jolene. “You’ve been so nice to me.”

Jolene was conscious of the fact she was sitting there in her bra. “Shaya, I…”

Shaya laid down on the couch, then reached up around Jolene’s waist and hugged her. “Will you let me call you Mama?”

Jolene sat still, then started to stroke Shaya’s hair. “Mama?”

Shaya let out a contented groan. “You’re my favourite, Mama.”

Jolene looked down at Shaya, admiring her thin body. She let her legs get a little apart as she leaned back on the couch. This reminded her far too much of her days with her kittens. “Shaya, darling?” Jolene rubbed at her forehead. “Perhaps I should get a shirt on.”

Shaya got up from the couch. “Of course!” She went to her bedroom and got a t-shirt for Jolene. “Sorry I cannot dry out your blouse. I have to use the laundry machines in the basement.”

“It’s quite all right, dear,” Jolene told her. She slipped on the t-shirt, which was too tight on her. Her arms and shoulders looked more constricted.

Shaya reached out and stroked Jolene’s arms. “My other mother never looked as good as you.”

Jolene groaned. “Oh, I missed this.” She shook her head. “No, dear, I can’t be doing this right now.” She pulled away. “Shaya, I want to help you out as best as I can, but we probably should not be alone like this. Please forgive me.”

“It’s okay, Mama,” said Shaya. “I understand. Your wife will be upset.”

Jolene giggled. “Well, we still have the bachelorette party, then the wedding to survive through.” She put her hand out. “Oh! You have to come with us. I want you to celebrate with me.”

“Oh, I haven’t been to a bachelorette yet!” Shaya started to bounce up and down.

“Thank goodness you’re over twenty-one,” Jolene said, laughing. “Can you get my blouse and coat for me?”

Shaya brought out the clothes, as well as getting a plastic bag for Jolene’s damp shirt. She gave Jolene a hug.

“We’ll get together at the gym this Wednesday, okay?” Jolene gave her an innocent kiss on the forehead.

“Bring Veronica,” suggested Shaya. Jolene smiled, then left.

When Jolene got home, Ronnie had made steamed zucchini and lamb medallions in wine. Jolene ate it up. “How was the shoot, dear?” she asked.

Ronnie tensed up. “Um, really good. We got a lot of good shots. I think the pictures might sell. I mean, I hope they do. They still haven’t told me if I’m going to be working once the mat leave is done.”

“You’ll be fine,” Jolene assured her. “Aren’t you the number one seller?”

Ronnie smiled. “Yeah, they would be pretty dumb to get rid of me.”

After dinner, Ronnie cleared the dishes. Jolene got up from the table and went down the hall. “Leave the dishes until them morning, sweetheart.”

Ronnie dropped the plates in the sink and did a dance. “Ha ha! All right!” Having Cherry hitting on her got her pleasantly horny. She ran in to find Jolene lying on the bed stomach down in nothing but her panties.

Ronnie looked at how toned and defined Jolene’s rear thighs were, and the great shape of her ass. She crept over and kissed Jolene’s butt.

“Oh!” Jolene tensed up with delight. “You surprised me!”

Ronnie took off her shirt and bra, then straddled Jolene’s ass. “How did things go with Shaya?”

Jolene’s shoulders tensed. “They were all right,” she said nervously. “I mean…she has a lot of progress to make.”

“Ohhhh,” cooed Ronnie. “Should I be worried?”

“No!” Jolene scoffed at the idea. “She actually is young enough to be my daughter. I’m past that now.”

Ronnie rubbed Jolene’s meaty shoulders. “I like to hear that.” She ran her hands tenderly down Jolene’s muscly back, then leaned down next to Jolene’s ear. “I love you, mistress.”

Jolene’s eyes bulged. “What…what?”

“Yeah,” Ronnie whispered. “Yeah, I want to do this. I want my mistress to discipline me.”

Jolene slowly lifted herself up. She was panting while clenching her legs together. “Oh my God! You want to do this?” She turned over as Ronnie went in for a deep kiss. Jolene held onto Ronnie’s face as the two of them rubbed tongues together.

“I figured you still had that body,” Ronnie giggled. “Might as well put it to use.” She humped herself up and down on Jolene’s ripped abs. “Command me, mistress. I’m yours.”

Jolene tried her best to contain herself. “Let me get up,” she moaned. Ronnie got off of her and sat on her knees on the bed while Jolene got to her feet on the carpet. She had to put her hands to her head to gain her composure. She flexed her biceps and looked in the full-length mirror. “Come here, kitten,” she commanded. “Feel your mistress.”

Ronnie came over and obeyed, starting with rubbing the bicep. She kissed Jolene’s neck while Jolene looked away, closing her eyes and gasping. “Oh…oh, just like that. Damn. Oh, yes.”

Ronnie worked her way down to Jolene’s abdomen and kissed her belly button, occasionally sticking a tongue in the hole. Jolene’s eyes rolled back as she felt the sensation. She held onto Ronnie’s hair while Ronnie rubbed Jolene’s thighs.

“Can I lick your feet, mistress?” asked Ronnie, nearly begging.

“You may,” whined Jolene.

Ronnie got down to the floor and spread herself out, then kissed Jolene’s feet. She licked the ankles, then started to suck on the big toe. Jolene watched as Ronnie sucked it like she was sucking a dick, her tight little ass humping up and down on the carpet.

“Take off your pants,” ordered Jolene, the sweat forming all over her.

Ronnie kept eye contact and smiled as she stood up, then slid off her jeans and underwear. She stood and waited for her next order, not breaking her gaze. “Shall I remove your underwear, too, mistress?”

“No!” shouted Jolene, calming down after saying it. “No. I want to keep them on for now.” She held out her arms. “Come to me.”

Ronnie stepped into her arms and let Jolene hold onto her. She kissed Ronnie’s forehead and rubbed her back. “I love you, kitten,” Jolene whispered. “Do you like how you feel in my strong arms?”

“I love it, mistress,” Ronnie whispered back.

Jolene looked Ronnie in the eyes, taking Ronnie’s chin in her hand. “I want you to submit to me fully.”

Ronnie smiled. “I am at your mercy, mistress.”

Jolene squatted down and scooped up Ronnie in her arms. “Whoa!” bellowed Ronnie as she was taken off her feet, draped over Jolene’s shoulders.

“Watch me,” said Jolene. She squatted down and got back up again, repeating several times.

“Oh, mistress!” cried Ronnie. “You’re so strong!”

Jolene grunted as she lifted her lover up. “I feel strong! I’m powerful!” She let Ronnie down on her feet again. Jolene panted and wiped her upper lip. “How do you feel, kitten?”

Ronnie rubbed her boobs. “So satisfied, mistress!”

Jolene snarled. “No! You are not done with me!” She grabbed Ronnie by the waist, then humped her hips right into Ronnie’s.

Ronnie put her arms up around Jolene’s shoulders and moaned. “Fuck me, mistress!”

“No swearing!” commanded Jolene. She continued her humping as Ronnie received. She reached in behind and felt up Ronnie’s tight ass as they kissed.

“Mistress,” panted Ronnie. “Please penetrate me.”

“Not yet,” said Jolene. “You may remove my panties, then please me.”

Ronnie got down and pulled off Jolene’s tiny panties, then licked away. Jolene held onto Ronnie’s head as she whimpered. She watched while Ronnie stuck her face in and licked her plump pussy lips.

“You do this so well,” Jolene moaned. “Mistress is pleased.” She listened as Ronnie’s tongue made sloshing noises along her labia. Jolene raised up her arms and flexed her biceps hard as she looked up at the ceiling. “Who is the best?”

Ronnie pulled her head away just to answer. “You are, my mistress.”

Jolene looked down at Ronnie. “So beautiful,” she said with a smile. “Fetch my dick.”

Ronnie got to the closet and pulled out the sling with the green appendage. Ronnie felt like a smoother time tonight. She brought it over to Jolene and held it up. “I hope this pleases mistress.”

Jolene took the strapon and got it on. She led Ronnie to the bed, then made her turn around and bend over so that her feet were on the floor and her chest lying on the bed. Ronnie spread out her arms and tilted her head to the side. “I am ready, mistress.”

Jolene got the lube out of the nightstand and put on a generous amount. She got in behind Ronnie, reaching down and grabbing a huge portion of Ronnie’s ass cheek in one hand. “I claim you, kitten,” she moaned. “You cannot belong to another, unless I say so. Do you understand, kitten?”

“Yes, mistress!” Ronnie sounded desperate. “Please, mistress! I need you! I burn for you!”

Jolene smiled as she got ready for insertion. She placed her hands flat on Ronnie’s lower back. She braced as she forced the cock into Ronnie.

Ronnie gasped and bit her lower lip, then accepted the cock into her. “I’m at your mercy, mistress.”

Jolene laughed sweetly as she pulled in and out slowly. “No, kitten. It is my obligation to please you. I just derive a great amount of satisfaction as I watch you.”

Ronnie’s lovely ass rippled with each thrust of Jolene. Jolene rocked her body back and forth as she was swept up in the intensity. Her legs were starting to shake and sweat.

“I love you, mistress!” Ronnie clutched onto the duvet as she grunted and whimpered. “I feel so safe with you!”

Hearing Ronnie talk like this made Jolene crazy. Her nipples were at full attention. She loved the feel of her own soft skin against Ronnie’s as the two of them were spooned together as tightly as possible. “Did you like seeing me in those pictures?” asked Jolene, almost out of breath.

“I thought you were so beauti-FUCK!” Ronnie pulled ahead a bit. “Oh, mistress! Oh, I almost came!”

“I need to watch you while you do it!” Jolene pulled out and let Ronnie get up on the bed. Jolene got on top and put the dick inside of her again. Her abs were clenched as she got up on her tiptoes in order to dip down into Ronnie’s vagina.

“Oh, mistress! Oh my God! Oh my GOD!” Ronnie was shrieking as she felt the green cock go all the way in her. She rubbed at her own clit.

“The most beautiful woman ever, and she’s mine,” seethed Jolene. “I am the greatest! Feel my muscles! Look at me!”

Ronnie rubbed Jolene’s upper body all over. “Thank you for this, mistress!”

Jolene stopped, then looked Ronnie in the eye from an inch away. “What do you want more than anything?”

Ronnie moaned and grimaced. “To be with you! Always!”

Jolene continued her dipping inside of Ronnie. She looked down and watched Ronnie’s mound being pummeled by the fake cock. Ronnie got her legs up and wrapped them around Jolene’s thighs, forcing her in farther.

“Fuck me! Fuck me harder!” Ronnie’s eyes rolled back into her head as she looked like she was struggling to breathe.

“Ronnie!” yelled Jolene. “Ronnie! Sweetie!” She broke out of the mistress fantasy and put her hand on Ronnie’s chest to steady her. “Dearest? Are you all right?”

Ronnie slowed her panting as she let her head fall to the side, sighing in relief. “It happened.”

Jolene laughed as she settled down on top of Ronnie. She kissed Ronnie’s neck as the two of them laid there and panted.

Jolene rolled over onto her back as Ronnie felt up her breasts. “How does mistress feel?”

Jolene smirked. “I am wonderful, darling.”

“Let me finish you off,” suggested Ronnie.

Jolene hiked up her butt to get the strapon off, while Ronnie pulled off the dick attachment. She gave it a good sucking, then got it into Jolene’s twat. She grabbed it and pumped with her fist.

Jolene clutched at the blanket and threw her head back. “Sweetie, please go slowly.”

“Are you sure, mistress?” asked Ronnie, giggling. She put a hand on Jolene’s inner thigh and kissed her other thigh.

“I mean it! Please!” Jolene flexed her ass up and down to meet Ronnie’s pumping. “Mistress orders you not to go so fast! Unnnnh!”

Ronnie lifted up her head to look at Jolene. “I’m so sorry, mistress,” she said in a sweet baby voice. “Kitten wants to see you come.”

Jolene moaned and flopped her arms away from her. “You’re being very naughty right now!”

Ronnie stuck her middle finger on Jolene’s clit and rubbed back and forth at top speed. Jolene cried out and covered her eyes with her hands. Her leg began to twitch wildly, which Ronnie tried to hold down as she pumped the dildo even faster.

“That’s it, mistress,” said Ronnie, her eyes getting big. “Oh, you take it! I love watching that fat pussy getting fucked!”

Jolene gave one final scream, while Ronnie pulled the rubber dick out of her. Jolene squirted as Ronnie moved back just in time, her mouth wide open in surprise. “Whoa! That was incredible!”

Jolene laid sprawled out on the bed as she gasped for air. Ronnie crept up next to her and leaned on her side, watching Jolene’s glistening body as her muscles twitched and spasmed.

Jolene turned her head and looked at Ronnie with animal lust. “What happened?”

“You sprayed!” Ronnie smiled and clenched her tongue between her teeth. The two of them kissed as Ronnie ran her hands along Jolene’s slippery boobs.

Jolene sat up and looked at the sheets. “Oh no!”

Ronnie sat up. “Let’s lay on the floor!” She got the spare blanket and spread it out on the carpet, then placed a few pillows at one end. Jolene got up and stretched out on the soft blanket. They laid side by side facing each other.

“So I hope you’re ready for Colorado,” Ronnie said. “It gets a little colder than down here in the desert.”

“I think I’ll be okay,” said Jolene. “I got a new coat. I’m just a bit nervous about meeting your father. He seemed like a respectable man on the phone.”

Ronnie snorted. “Well, Daddy should love you, but he’s a little traditional when it comes to marriage. He’s probably worried we’ll get divorced, and I’ll take all of your money.”

“Darling, do you think we will get along, me and your father?” Jolene rubbed her hand up and down on Ronnie’s chest.

“Yeah!” Ronnie laughed. “Maybe challenge him to a push-up contest or something. Ooh! Ask him to tell you about the tank mine story in Virginia. He loves telling that story about how he saved the general’s life.”

“Okay,” Jolene said. “I just wish you had the chance to meet my parents. My mother was a very proper woman, and insisted on etiquette above all.”

“Yeah, I could tell,” Ronnie replied. “You excited about your bachelorette party?”

Jolene sputtered. “Oh dear! I’m not expecting anything too raucous. My friends are rather tame.”

“Yeah, just sucks we have to do it in separate cities,” said Ronnie, putting her hands under her head to prop up her chin. “All my friends are back in Denver, and trying to get them out here would be a pain in the ass.”

Jolene’s eyelids were fluttering as she struggled to stay awake. Ronnie rubbed Jolene’s cheek with the back of her hand. “Get some sleep, honey.”

Jolene yawned, then did a snort. “I’m not Honey.”

Ronnie’s eyes went wide. “Oh, fuck. We’re going to be doing this forever, aren’t we?”

They both fell asleep.

The two of them landed in Denver International Airport the next Saturday. Ronnie had a major laugh at Jolene’s choice of winter wear. She had on a poncho with a hood, which was bright red and decorated with some sort of elk on either side. As soon as Jolene got outside, she stopped dead in her tracks and huddled her arms around her.

“You didn’t tell me it was this cold!” Jolene squealed, her teeth already chattering.

Ronnie scoffed. “It’s the Mile-High City! Yeah, it gets cold as tits out here. I told you.” She held her hands up to Jolene’s poncho. “And you look like fucking Inga the Nordic Nightmare in this thing.”

Ronnie took them over to find their rental car. She warned Jolene about possibly stopping in Greeley. “They say you can’t smell it much anymore, but it’s still there. Ugh! I swear, it might put me off eating beef one of these days.”

The two of them got in their car, a Dodge Challenger. “Was this the smallest car they could find?” asked Jolene.

Ronnie started it up and tore out of the parking lot. “Girl, we’re seeing my dad. I need a car that gets the bitches all wet.”

“Ronnie!” exclaimed Jolene. “You behave yourself when we’re seeing your father.”

Ronnie put on her sunglasses, pushing up the frames with her middle finger at Jolene. “Hey! Don’t sweat my style, baby.”

The two of them made it up to Fort Collins, despite some heavier than usual snowfall. Ronnie gave Jolene’s knee a squeeze when they made it into the driveway. “You’re gonna do fine.”

The two of them got in to the house. “Daddy!” Ronnie walked into the kitchen to find her father sitting at the table.

“Cricket!” He jumped up and gave his daughter a big hug. “I would have come to pick you up. What kind of car did you get?”

“Oh, Daddy! Never mind that.” Ronnie grabbed Jolene by the forearm and dragged her over. “Here she is!”

Jolene held out her hand. “Colonel Vance. It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir.”

The colonel took her hand and gave it a good shake. “Hell of a grip you have there, missy.”

“Oh, thank you, sir,” Jolene said modestly.

“Hey, you can call me Adam.” He guided Jolene over to the table. “Please, have a seat.”

“Daddy, I have to go get some supplies,” Ronnie announced. She leaned in and gave her dad a kiss on the cheek. “You two get to know each other, okay?” She gave Jolene a kiss on the top of the head.

“But–” Jolene watched as Ronnie walked out. She turned to look at Adam. “Ronnie tells me you are retired now.”

Adam leaned in on his elbows and looked Jolene over. “You think I disapprove of this for my little girl, don’t you?”

“I’m not sure what you think, Adam,” replied Jolene. “I want you to approve of me.”

Adam leaned back in his chair. “Look, we chatted with each other, and it was all cutesy and nice and all that, but I want to get to know the woman that’s going to be taking care of my little girl.”

Jolene folded her arms. “Do you disagree with homosexuality, sir?”

Adam scrunched his nose. “Nah, I knew a fellow back in the service. Now mind you, this was back in that don’t ask, don’t tell era.” He looked off and shook his head. “Yeah, the guys called him a fag and stuff, but we were just having fun with him.” He looked back at Jolene. “Oh, but I wouldn’t do that to you.”

Jolene smiled. “I appreciate that, sir. I was married before. To a man.”

“Oh, divorced, huh?” remarked Adam.

“He was rather abusive,” said Jolene.

Adam sneered. “Boy, I tell you what! Any man who raises a hand to a woman would get some of this.” Adam raised a fist, his knuckles whitening. “I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

“It’s all right,” Jolene told him. “It’s a lesson I had to learn, not to attach myself to someone awful.”

“So you don’t sit around feeling sorry for yourself?” asked Adam. “Well, that’s admirable.”

Jolene realized she still had her red coat on, She went to take it off, showing off her arms in her sleeveless top.

“Whoa!” remarked Adam. “Wait, when Ronnie said you were into fitness…”

“Oh, yes,” said Jolene. “I used to do competitive bodybuilding. I recently had to give it up. I’m having some joint issues and my doctor advised me to back it off a bit.”

Adam admired her biceps. “We could have used you for basic training!” Adam shifted his body to get in closer. “So what do you do that allows you to get to the gym so often?”
“I sell commercial real estate,” replied Jolene.

“Okay, not bad,” said Adam. “Provides well?”

“A hundred and forty thousand last year,” said Jolene.

Adam paused. “Get out of here.”

Jolene smiled. “You would be surprised what an ice breaker physical fitness can be.”

“Well, shit, I won’t have to worry about Ron being taken care of,” said Adam. “I still remember when she got fired from that property management firm.” He slapped the table and laughed. “I never heard her cry that bad since she ran through that hornet nest.”

Jolene laughed. “I would love to hear some more of these stories! For someone so outgoing, Ronnie tends not to share some of the more embarrassing episodes of her life.”

Adam leaned in. “Hey, you a drinker?”

Jolene exhaled. “I am partial to wine, but I like a good scotch.”

Adam’s eyes went wide. “No kidding! Oh, I got something for you.” He got up from the table and went to his liquor cabinet, then got a bottle and two tumblers. He put them down and poured out a generous helping. “Now I got this,” he said as he sat down again, “from a God damned emir, and he says he paid four thousand dollars for it. I’ve been dying to try it out.” He raised his glass, and Jolene did likewise. “Here’s to new friends.”

Jolene smiled and clinked her glass into Adam’s. Adam guzzled it down while Jolene took a sip. She pulled it away and covered her mouth, hacking and sputtering.

Adam laughed. “Hold that shit in, girl!”

Jolene coughed and struggled to get her breath back. “That is…wow. I believe I should pace myself.”

The two of them laughed and chatted for over two hours. Adam offered to make Jolene one of his fajita platters. While Jolene eschewed most greasy food, she relented and let him make one up. She enjoyed it knowing that she could taste proper food for a change.

Ronnie came back with a sack full of necessities. “Oh my God, Dad! What are you two doing here?”

“Just having some food and drink, Cricket,” said Adam.

“May I ask?” said Jolene. “Why Cricket?”

Ronnie bared her teeth. “No, Daddy!”

Adam howled with laughter. “When she was three, she got a cricket stuck in her ear. I took her to the doctor to get it yanked out.”

Jolene laughed heartily and slapped the table. Ronnie stood and fumed.

“Oh, come on, Ronnie,” Adam said, laughing. “You love that story.”

Jolene went to get ready for bed early, feeling woozy from the high-quality scotch. She got into her pyjamas and crawled into Ronnie’s bed. She laid there listening to Ronnie and her dad chatting and laughing.

After a while, a crack of light came into the room. Ronnie crept in and knelt down by Jolene’s face. “Are you awake?”

Jolene opened her eyes. “Yeah. How is your father?”

“Excited to see me again,” replied Ronnie. “He thinks you’re great.” She played with Jolene’s hair with her finger. “You did a nice job.”

“Thank you,” Jolene said as she yawned. “His scotch made me feel funny.”

Ronnie leaned in and kissed her fiancée. “I’m taking the couch. Sorry, but I can’t be in this room with someone else.” She smiled and shrugged. “I’d die if Daddy heard us in here.”

Jolene lifted up her head and gave Ronnie another kiss. “I understand.”

“Hey, about our bachelorettes,” said Ronnie. “Listen…if you want to get crazy, that’s fine. You should let yourself have fun.”

Jolene giggled. “My friends are pretty tame, dear. I don’t even know how I would get crazy.”

“Well, let’s make it interesting, then,” suggested Ronnie. “We just…don’t tell the other person what happened, okay?”

Jolene got up on her elbow. “You’re not planning on doing something, are you?”

“No!” Ronnie exclaimed defensively. “No, I’m not going to do anything I would regret. Let’s just…make it our own special nights. Like it’s the last thing we can keep to ourselves before we share our lives together, y’know?”

Jolene made a half-smirk. “Tell each other nothing?”

Ronnie nodded. She extended her hand, and Jolene shook it. Ronnie sealed it with one more kiss, then got up and shut the door as she left. Jolene stared at the door for a few minutes before she felt her arms get heavy. She succumbed to sleep.

The next day, Jolene and Ronnie went back to Denver so Jolene could fly back home. Although Jolene would have loved to stay a few more days, she had used up all of her vacation time for her final competition circuit, plus what she had to use for the wedding. She hoped that once they made her partner that vacation time was no longer going to be an issue.

Jolene felt alone when she got back into Phoenix. She texted Ronnie right away, who was taking her time getting back. Jolene assumed that Ronnie was talking with her father.

Jolene went to the gym every night that week. She felt good knowing that she did not have to push herself to the extremes she normally would to maintain a competitive body, but she could also focus all of her time and effort on it without worrying about a girlfriend or visiting or whatever else. Maybe this was the freedom she was meant to enjoy before she made that commitment.

Friday night came, and Jolene was dragged to an ice arena by her friend Twyla. “What are we doing here?” Jolene asked.

Twyla got Jolene in, and a huge crowd of women were waiting for her there. Jolene squealed as she saw all of the familiar faces. Some were associates from the gym, some she knew from the IIEF, some were co-workers. Even Carol had come, and Jolene was glad that the two of them were getting closer. She had been behaving herself at the gym better, and Jolene appreciated that she was making the effort.

The greatest surprise was seeing Honey Lo. Jolene grabbed onto her and squeezed while Honey groaned. Just this moment of seeing all of her friends would have made the whole evening worth it.

“We have a great surprise for you,” Jolene was told by her friend Bridget. “We’re all getting skating lessons from one of the Phoenix Coyotes—John Volt!”

Jolene’s eyes bugged out. “Mr. Volt the Jolt!” She put her hand to her chest.

“We have the ice all to ourselves for an hour,” said Bridget. “Let’s all get our skates.”

Jolene picked out the skates and helmet. She had been on ice three times in her life, and she was not sure she could make it on her own. Her friends helped her onto the ice.

Out of the gate came a young athletic man skating his way effortlessly to the crowd. He stopped on a dime in front of them, spraying up a shower of ice. He had curly dirty blond hair and a perfectly chiseled jaw. “Hey ladies,” he said. “My name’s John Volt. Thanks for coming out. Who’s the lucky woman getting married?”

Jolene raised her hand timidly. John drifted over and flashed a smile. “I’m gonna be focusing on you the most, okay?” Jolene had to steady herself on a friend’s shoulder.

John skated back away from the crowd and turned to them. “Okay, I’m going to be giving you all tips on how to skate. I figure a lot of you are from the southwest, so skating might not be your strong suit.” He pointed down at his skates. “First thing is to make sure you keep your skates parallel.” He put out his hands. “Now it’s gonna sound crazy, but one thing you should really learn is how to fall down.” A few of the girls laughed, and John laughed as well. “I get that a lot, but I want you to be safe as well as comfortable on the ice.”

After ten minutes of fundamentals, John took the ladies around the ice in a loop. He skated up behind Jolene and took her elbows in his hands. “You doing okay?” he asked.

Jolene felt warm and tingly having this man in behind her. “I’m still having trouble.”

He held onto her arms. “Whoa!” exclaimed John. “Wow, you must work out a bit.”

Jolene blushed and started to pant. “I mean…I do a bit, yeah.”

John took Jolene by the arm and steadied her as they continued in the loop. Some of the ladies were already getting sore ankles and had hit the benches. Jolene made a few efforts to appear to be falling, only to have John wrap his arm around her waist. It had been a while since she was with a man, and this handsome stud was making her remember what she had missed out on.

The group finished up their session. John was nice enough to sign a few autographs. He made sure to give Jolene a special goodbye as he skated up with a brown paper bag. “A little something for the special lady,” he said, and handed her a Coyotes jersey. Jolene held it up to her chest, smiling wide. He skated off backwards. “I hope I see you again soon.” He turned around and got into the bleacher box, then walked over to the locker room.

The ladies all piled into a stretch SUV, then rode into the city’s downtown. They parked at the Harvledge, one of the most expensive hotels in Phoenix. “What are we doing here?” asked Jolene as they all spilled out of the limo.

“We rented a suite,” said Martha, one of her co-workers. “Actually, it’s the suite. Just wait until you see it.”

They had to ride up in two different elevators, but all of the women made it up. They were on the top floor, and the only room on the floor was the penthouse. Carol had the passkey, and unlocked the doors. Jolene was the first one in, and she stopped cold when she saw the room. It was humongous, and had probably the finest decorations she had ever seen. There were fish tanks right in the wall, a fireplace, a bar, and about fifty presents sitting in the middle of the room.

They dragged Jolene over to the bar and got the shots ready. “Whoa, is that El Borracho?” Bridget cracked open the bottle and gave it a sniff, then handed it to Jolene. The lime wedges and salt shaker were all set up. Jolene poured herself out a shot glass, then took a swig. She grimaced as she felt the burning go all the way down. She grabbed a lime wedge, dipped it in the salt, and jammed it into her mouth. She spat out the lime wedge, then threw her arms up and whooped. The girls nearby cheered.

After a few drinks, the girls got Jolene to play some party games, including toilet paper wedding gown, marry-fuck-kill, and an impromptu game of bum darts. Jolene was adept at keeping the penny trapped but not so great at her aim.

Honey eventually pulled Jolene aside to chat. “Jo, I’m really having fun here. This was a great idea for me to come out.”

“Oh, sweetie, I’m so glad that you’re getting out again,” Jolene said. “I hope you’re enjoying yourself. I got worried that you would fall into a depression.”

Honey smiled. “No, I think I’ll be okay. I mean, it hurts. I feel like Brent almost took that part of my life away, you know?”

Jolene rubbed at the small scar on her temple. “I know all too well.”

“Oh, but I’m gonna be fine,” Honey said, putting her hand on Jolene’s shoulder. She sounded more lubricated and relaxed since all of the alcohol was broken out. “I’m getting financial control of three of the gym locations! I’m keeping the name because we have brand recognition. He gets the cars but I get the house. I’m gonna be sitting fucking pretty!” The two laughed and hugged each other tightly.

“I just need one thing now,” said Honey.

“What?” asked Jolene.

Honey flicked her eyebrows. “I need some penis.”

Theresa came over and tapped Jolene on the shoulder. “Come on, girl! They’re planning something for you.”

“Thanks, dear! Oh!” She gestured at Honey. “Honey Lo, this is my friend Theresa Sanz. I met her at the gym ages ago.”

The two shook hands. “Jolene really inspired me to lose weight,” said Theresa to Honey.

Jolene smiled as she looked Theresa up and down. “You look absolutely stunning, dear!” She looked at Honey. “She lost twenty-two pounds since I met her. Look at her now!” Theresa became sheepish.

Jolene looked over at the door as she saw a familiar face. “Shaya!” Jolene ran over and squealed, holding out her arms. Shaya came in for a hug.

“Mama! I’m so sorry I had to miss the skating,” said Shaya. “I’m just glad I got here.”

“Well, come in!” Jolene took her by the arm and took her to the bar. “Get some bubbly. They’re going to do something with me.” Jolene got over to the chair they had set up for her in the middle of the room. The other girls danced around her and threw streamers as Jolene cheered and laughed.

There was a ring at the door. Bridget went over to open it, and a man in a green vest and bow tie came forward.

“Excuse me, ladies,” the man said loudly to carry over all of the talking. The crowd settled down and turned their attention to him. “We had a little noise complaint.”

The women started to boo and hiss, and the man raised his palms up to calm the crowd. “Hey hey hey! I mean you need to make more noise!” The crowd got wild and clapped. “Your entertainment for the night…has arrived!” More cheering from the girls came. Jolene sat in her chair with her mouth agape.

“Ladies,” continued the man, “say hello…to SHRED!” In walked a slender, muscly man with a white t-shirt clinging to his body and ripped blue jeans with white tennis shoes. Jolene heaved her breath as she saw the young piece of meat walk in. This definitely took her back to her days of bringing home young and impressionable boys.

Shred had flawless dark skin and a jaw chiseled out of granite. His t-shirt clung to his body, and Jolene was busy counting his ab muscles.

“Yeah, Shred is going to get started,” the man in the vest said. “I’ll get some music going.” He went back into the hallway and got a speaker setup. He plugged in his phone and set it up on the bar, then pushed a button on the screen. Techno music blared out as Shred danced and flexed for the women. Some of them reached out and felt up his biceps. Twyla got brave and grabbed his ass with both hands.

“Shred here is gonna show you a few of his moves!” announced the vest man. “Hey, who’s our bride-to-be here?” All of the women pointed at Jolene, still sitting at her chair. Shred stared at Jolene, the pointed at her. He got the girls to back up, then did a standing backflip, landing perfectly on his feet. The girls cheered as he jumped around in victory.

Shred decided it was time to lose his shirt, she he got one of the ladies to help. Shaya was standing next to him, and Shred grabbed her hand and made her grab onto the bottom of his shirt. She reached down with both hands and stripped it off, exposing his amazing tanned body. Shaya screeched as she put her hands flat on his chest. She turned to look at Jolene, who gave her a solid thumbs up.

Shred danced his way over to Jolene, who sat there feeling helpless. Shred walked right over and pushed her legs apart with his own. Jolene was wearing a short skirt and a tank top, and she was regretting not wearing more layers. Her smooth legs were rubbing up against Shred’s powerful thighs, and she was loving every minute of it.

Shred took Jolene’s hands and placed them on his own ass as he gyrated right in her face. He raised his arms up and flexed while he swayed. Jolene stared at his chest. “My goodness,” she said, trying to be heard over the music and cheering. “Your rectus abdominus muscles are amazing!”

“Thanks, babe,” said Shred with a smile. “You got great muscles yourself!”

Jolene wished she could take this man off somewhere and discuss fitness all night. She let her eyes wander down to his crotch. Shred looked like he could do some serious pleasuring.

“Get up on him!” screeched one of the women. Shred took this as an invitation, and got Jolene to her feet. He picked her up so that she was straddling his mid-section while he thrust his hips back and forth, making Jolene’s legs swing wildly. The crowd went wild as they watched Jolene get a great dry hump. She held on for dear life, realizing she was more used to doing the picking up. She hung her head back and cackled as this hunk of a man had his way with her.

Shred turned to the vest man and made a gesture. Vest man threw him a bottle of whipped cream, which Shred caught with one hand. He let Jolene down on her feet while he shook up the bottle, then squirted out a few trails along his chest.

“LICK IT OFF! LICK IT OFF!” chanted the girls. Jolene put her hands on Shred’s rounded shoulders as she leaned in, sticking out her tongue delicately. She slurped off most of the whipped cream, leaving herself with a generous amount around her lips. She wiped the cream off, then left her hand resting on Shred’s abs. She knew now why they called him Shred.

Shred leaned in to Jolene’s ear. “How crazy do you want to get, huh?”

Jolene looked him in the eye. He had some gorgeous green eyes on him. “I’m nearly married!”

Shred laughed. “Yeah, I had a lot of women say that!” He reached his hands around her to grab her lower back, then humped his cock right into her. Jolene got dizzy as she struggled to breathe. The women were all going nuts at this point. “You get it, girl!” yelled out one of the women.

Shred spun Jolene around and grabbed onto her hips as he banged his crotch into her ass. Jolene leaned forward, holding onto the chair to steady herself.

“You ladies ought to know,” called out Vest Man, “Shred goes commando!” The girls cheered out their approval.

Shred got Jolene to sit down in the chair, still holding onto his whipped cream. He unbuttoned his jeans, then turned to the girls. “You all ready?” he asked. They all screamed a piercing cry. With one smooth motion, Shred pulled down his jeans and kicked them off. The women all screamed when they saw his cock.

Jolene clenched every one of her muscles at the sight of his magnificent dick. He was perfectly shaved down and he had no tan line. His cock was circumcised, and was flawless as far as Jolene was concerned. She had not seen a cock in quite some time, and she was mystified seeing it.

Shred shook up the whipped cream again. “Who likes dessert?” The women all screamed as Shred squirted a small amount on the tip of his cock. He was getting chubbed up enough.

Jolene put her hands to her face. “I can’t! Oh my God! That thing is huge!” She gripped the handles of the chair, putting her pussy closer to Shred.

Shred surprised her by whipping his cock back and forth, getting it closer to her face. With one big whip, he smacked Jolene in the face with it. The cock brushed up against Jolene’s mouth, hitting her solidly on the tongue. She definitely tasted part of his dick on her mouth. Her jaw fell open as she realized what she had done.

The women were whipped up into a horny frenzy. “SUCK THAT DICK! SUCK THAT DICK!”

Shred continued whipping his cock back and forth. Jolene’s good friend Tammy came forward. Bending down, she put the cock in her mouth and got the rest of the cream off, sucking it for a good ten seconds before pushing her hair back. She put a sassy finger in her mouth, winked at Jolene, then went back to the crowd. The other women high-fived her and smacked her ass. Jolene sat stunned at what she had just seen Tammy do.

Shred got Jolene on her feet again, then held her close as he rubbed his cock right into her belly. Jolene threw her head back and moaned as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Shred kissed her cheek as he humped back and forth. He then spun her around, getting his cock directly in between her legs. She could feel the turgid member sliding up and down her lips, the thin fabric of her tiny pink panties the only thing protecting her from getting fucked by this hot stud. Shred pumped back and forth, letting Jolene’s strong inner thighs squeeze on his dick.

The crowd all approved. “FUCK HIM! FUCK HIM!” Jolene looked over to see Shaya clapping and smiling. She felt ashamed of herself seeing her young protégé watching her with this young man.

“Fuck him, Mama!” Shaya cheered as she put her fists to the sky.

Shred got her to sit down in the chair as he flexed his biceps. Jolene was quivering with anticipation, and she was sweating so badly that it was leaking through her shirt. Her skirt was hiked up so that her panties were exposed. Shred’s dick was within an inch of her cunt. She put her thumbs into the straps of her panties and held then there. Staring up at Shred’s glistening body was driving her crazy. Maybe…maybe…
Jolene felt a warm, soft hand on her shoulder and looked up. “Honey!”

“Hey, girl,” said Honey with a smile. “Let me take care of this for you.” Honey got down on her knees and opened her mouth, and Shred stepped in and inserted his cock. She grabbed onto his dick and jerked as she sucked, while she hung onto Jolene’s bare thigh with the other hand.

Jolene left her legs spread open as she watched her friend sucking away. Here she was, the sweetest women Jolene had ever knew, and now she was blowing a stripper in front of a crowd of screaming women. She was looking so sexy as she played with Shred’s balls. Honey really knew how to suck a dick, and Shred’s reaction was one of pure joy.

Jolene felt another hand touch her shoulder, and she turned away to see Carol standing next to her. “Fuckin’ hot, girl!” She leaned down and put her lips up to Jolene’s while she reached down and felt Jolene’s tit.

Jolene stopped kissing after several seconds, staring at Carol in disbelief. “Carol! All this time?”

Carol shrugged and smiled. “Figured I wouldn’t get a chance after tonight.” She strolled over to the other side of the chair, then knelt down next to Honey. Honey pulled the dick out of her mouth, and Carol took her turn sucking. She flexed a bicep as Honey stroked the muscle.

“Holy fuck, you women are in awesome fuckin’ shape!” yelled out Shred. Carol sucked on his cock for another few minutes. Honey still had her hand on Jolene’s thigh, while she leaned in underneath Shred and licked his smooth balls.

Vest Man threw Shred a rubber, and he caught it with the same ease as the whipped cream. He got Carol up to her feet and kissed her on the mouth. Honey got up, and Shred picked her right up off the floor and slung her on his shoulder. Honey was muscular but tiny, and was easy enough to pick up. She squealed with delight as Shred walked her into the bedroom, bringing Carol by the hand with him. Carol was a physically imposing woman with incredible muscle tone, but even she skipped along like a naughty nymph.

Jolene sat in the chair, wiping at her forehead. Shaya ran over and squatted down. “Holy shit, Mama! You almost did it with that guy! That was amazing!”

Jolene looked over at Shaya, still gasping for air. “We don’t…you’re not to…Ronnie…”

“Oh, don’t worry, Mama!” laughed Shaya. “As far as I’m concerned, you behaved yourself.” She leaned in. “I would have done it.”

Shaya helped Jolene to her feet. They went over to the bar, where the women were still drinking and talking. They all gave gentle pats to Jolene as she got on a stool.

“What are you drinking, slut?” asked Twyla, laughing.

Jolene leaned her elbows on the bar as she struggled to breathe. “Scotch and cola, lots of ice,” she managed.

Bridget poured her a glass and handed it to her. Jolene poured the entire thing back, coughing and hacking. Shaya slapped her on the back. Jolene burped, then pushed the glass away. “Fuck!” The girls all laughed and chatted while Jolene got her composure.

Linda came out of the master bedroom. “Holy shit, you guys!” she wailed. “Get over here now!”

The women at the bar went over to the bedroom, with Jolene leading the pack. When she got to the bedroom door, she froze. Her eyes almost jumped out of her head.

Honey was on all fours up on the bed getting fucked by Shred doggy-style as he stood on the carpet. Carol was standing next to Shred, wearing only a pair of red thong panties. She was kissing him and rubbing his back. Honey was whipping her orange-tinted hair as she pushed her ass back and forth to take Shred’s full size.

Jolene had to grip the side of the door as she watched her friend getting fucked. Honey appeared to be completely over Brent at this point. Carol noticed Jolene standing there and smiled at her. Jolene looked over Carol’s body and was quite impressed. Her tits were almost like a man’s chest, but Jolene still loved the way her nipples stuck out. She had some impressive definition on her. Carol went back to kissing Shred as she rubbed Honey’s tight little ass.

Jolene stared and watched while the other women cheered Honey and Carol on. There were a few women hanging out by the dresser, watching Shred from behind. Theresa from the gym was sitting at the head of the bed, watching Honey getting fucked.

Jolene had never seen Honey naked before, but considering the kinds of bikinis she wore at the IIEF contests, she could definitely imagine what she looked like. Shred was pounding away as Carol rubbed his torso. Carol then stretched out on the bed and got her legs apart. Shred pulled out of Honey, his dick dripping with her love juice.

Shaya tapped Jolene on the shoulder. “Maybe you should go sit down.”

Jolene did not take her eyes off of Carol. “Wait,” she breathed. “Wait, I need to see this.” She was gasping for air again. “I should have tried to fuck Honey and Brent while I had the chance.”

Carol got her legs up as Shred leaned in, pushing his condom-covered dick slowly into Carol. Her eyes went wide as she shouted out. Honey rolled onto her back and laid next to Carol. Shred pushed back and forth while Carol held her legs up.

“Holy fuck,” Jolene whispered. “I would have never believed it.”

Carol was loving getting fucked by her hot stud. She looked over at Honey, then felt up her tits. Honey closed her eyes and moaned while she rubbed her own pussy.

Jolene had enough, so she turned and walked away. Linda slapped her on the back and screamed.

“Come on, Mama,” said Shaya. “Let’s go get another drink. Go slow this time, okay?”

Jolene was among the first to fall asleep, crashing out in the spare bedroom. She woke up the next day with a bit of a headache.

Honey was waiting for her out in the giant living room. Most of the other women had gone home. Shaya, Linda, and Bridget had all spent the night as well.

Jolene went over to the couch and sat next to Honey. “How are you feeling?” asked Honey.

Jolene put a palm on her forehead. “I think I’ll skip the gym today,” she groaned. She looked at Honey. “What happened last night?”

“What, you don’t remember?” asked Honey, laughing.

“No! I mean…” Jolene straightened out her clothes. “I mean you…and the stripper…and Carol?”

Honey smiled and put a hand on Jolene’s leg. “I needed that!” she exclaimed. “Like, I really feel like I’m over Brent now. I just needed to cut loose a little, you know?” She leaned in to Jolene. “I heard what you said, too. I, uh…wouldn’t have minded.”

Jolene crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back in the couch. “Good Lord, what would Veronica have thought if she ever saw this?”

Honey rolled her eyes. “Based on some of the things you told me about Ronnie?”

Jolene put her hands over her face. “Thank you for stepping in like that. One more minute and I would have–”

“Don’t mention it,” said Honey. “I was happy to do it.” The two of them laughed.

Jolene took a cab home, then slunk into her home. She went straight to her own bedroom and collapsed, sleeping for another ten hours. When she woke up, it was three in the morning. She looked around confused as to where she even was. She reached down and realized she must have stripped off her clothes at some point.

She laid there naked in bed, remembering all of the craziness from the party. She practically fucked a stripper, then realized she saw two women she knew for years fucking him instead. Between the dainty and girly Honey, versus the jacked and brawny Carol, both having their way with her stripper, she got herself wound up. She reached over to the nightstand and got out her feeldoe. She sucked on it a few minutes before inserting it, fucking herself as hard as she could.

“Oh, Shred,” she whispered. She pictured herself in between Carol and Honey, both of them kissing her neck and rubbing her while Shred fucked her in every dirty position she could imagine. It did not take her long to finish up, falling asleep with the feeldoe falling out of her.

Jolene picked up Ronnie at the airport the following evening. Ronnie squealed and hugged her fiancée tight. She talked the entire way to the car, then all the way home.

“Oh, Daddy was so happy to have me home,” Ronnie went on. “He seems pretty lonely these days. I think he should get a dog…or a girlfriend! Oh! And he would not stop talking about you. I think he’s dying to get a grandson.”

They got back to Jolene’s place. Jolene helped Ronnie get her luggage into the house. “Are you hungry, dear?” Jolene asked as she got the bags into the front entryway.

“Eh, I’m fine,” replied Ronnie. “I ate in Denver.” She spun her hair around her finger. “So, how did the party go?”

Jolene tried to contain her fright. “Um, it was…fun. We went for an ice skating party.”

“Oh!” exclaimed Ronnie. “That’s a cool idea! We went indoor skydiving.”

“Oh, that sounds exciting,” said Jolene. “Um…did anything else…happen?”

Ronnie put her hands on her hips and smirked. “Ah ah! We had an agreement.” Ronnie walked out into the kitchen area. “Look, I promise—there were no male strippers at the after-party.”

Jolene stood there and pondered. “Wait, what do you mean?” She came in after Ronnie. “Why did you qualify it like that?”

Jolene managed to put the party out of her mind. She reasoned that if she was that able to get close to temptation at her own party and still control herself, her love for Ronnie was true. Those memories were going to haunt her for the rest of her life—the man-handling from John Volt, the intensity of Shred’s seductive dance, the thrill of watching Honey and Carol getting fucked.

As exciting as it all was for Jolene, it reminded her all too well of the life she was leaving behind. She wanted, and needed, stability in her life. Ronnie was all of the woman she needed, and she wanted her to know that more than anything else.

Jolene listened as Ronnie went on about her trip. The two of them were loving and friendly that whole night. Ronnie went to change into a jogging suit while Jolene had on a tank top and jeans shorts. They cuddled on the couch and watched one of Jolene’s favourite old movies, Mildred Pierce.

Ronnie was leaning back into Jolene, while Jolene hugged her girlfriend and smelled her hair. Ronnie ran her hand up and down Jolene’s muscular thigh.

“I missed you,” said Ronnie, sounding sad.

“You can have me for the rest of your life now,” Jolene whispered in her ear, giving her earlobe a playful nibble.

“I had a lot of fun this past week,” Ronnie said. “I realized why I’m so afraid of commitment now.” She turned around and hugged Jolene. “I grew up thinking I was worthless. I was never going to be as brave or successful as my dad, or I was always worried I would be some flat-chested loser, or that I was never smart enough, or…” She started to cry.

“Darling!” Jolene pushed Ronnie’s hair back as she tried to wipe the tears. “You’re getting so emotional now.”

“I know,” Ronnie sniffed, attempting a smile. “I feel comfortable doing this now. Like, I can open up to you, really show my vulnerable side.” She kissed Jolene on the lips. “I’m better now for even having known you.”

Jolene stared into those beautiful eyes of Ronnie’s then made her way down to her nice round breasts, her slim waistline, and back up to her sweet face. Jolene took her by the shoulders and planted a huge kiss on her lips.

Ronnie got up on her knees and rocked her hips into Jolene’s while they kissed and caressed. Jolene’s breathing was hot and heavy. She reached under Ronnie’s pants to grab a handful of her gorgeous ass.

Ronnie ripped off Jolene’s top and licked her boobs while Jolene threw her head back and moaned. The sweet feeling of Ronnie’s gentle tongue flicking her corks was making her wild. “That’s it, sweetheart,” she whispered. “Oh God! Ohhh!” Ronnie had put her fingers in Jolene’s shorts through the leg hole, fiddling with her pussy.

Jolene looked into Ronnie’s eyes. “I want you to do me tonight.” Ronnie smiled as the two of them made their way to the bedroom. They were naked in record time, climbing up and the bed and kissing and rubbing.

“Lay back,” whispered Ronnie. Jolene laid back and closed her eyes. Ronnie made her way down to Jolene’s nipples. She flicked the pink tips with her tongue as she placed a tender hand on Jolene’s rock-hard stomach. “Oh, my baby’s so anxious to see me.”

Jolene panted and squeezed her eyes shut. “It’s been sooo long.”

“I know, angel,” Ronnie whispered. “I hope I didn’t wait too long.”

“No!” said Jolene. “No. I mean…unnnh!” Ronnie made her way down to Jolene’s belly button, licking and kissing the tight crevice. Jolene spread out her arms and legs as she listened at the lapping of Ronnie’s tongue.

“Oh, that’s not what you wanted, though,” Ronnie said with a giggle. She went farther down and stroked Jolene’s labia with her index and middle fingers. Jolene lifted up her neck enough to get a look at what Ronnie was doing.

Ronnie got down to look at Jolene’s pussy. “God, this is so nice,” Ronnie whispered. She ran her hands flat along Jolene’s thighs as she dipped down and licked her thick labia.

“Oh, baby,” Jolene moaned. “Ohhh, that’s it. Yes, please.” She clutched gently onto Ronnie’s long brown hair. Ronnie pushed a finger into her lover while she flicked Jolene’s clit with her tongue. “That’s it! Yes!”

Ronnie pulled her face away to look up at Jolene’s expression, smiling broadly. “Oh, you’re so nasty, aren’t you?” She moved her middle finger in and out of Jolene’s vagina faster.

Jolene moaned and twitched. “You’re doing this just to torture me, aren’t you?” She kept rocking her head back and forth. The sight of Honey getting fucked from behind burst into Jolene’s mind. That perfect little bubble-shaped ass getting rammed from behind, her tanned thighs, her lovely little breasts with the chocolate-coloured hard nipples. She was also fascinated with the powerful sight of Carol getting a hard shaft getting rammed into her thick pussy.

“Enough!” shouted Jolene. “You need to fuck me now.”

Ronnie got up on her knees with a big smile. “Yeah, that’s my girl.” Ronnie reached in to the nightstand and got the flesh-coloured feeldoe. “I love to fuck you with this one.” She sucked on the appendage as she stared at Jolene, who was vigourously rubbing her own twat. “I love watching you touch yourself, baby. Rub that pussy.”

Jolene fingered herself even harder as she watched Ronnie insert the fake dick into her. She liked to watch Ronnie having a cock, giving a faint reminder of Shred and how good he looked. “Fuck me with that dick,” she begged.

Ronnie scrambled off the bed with the cock still inside of her. She moved up to Jolene’s pussy and pressed her hips up to penetrate her. Jolene got her legs hiked up as she held onto her tits.

“Oh, God!” Jolene became excited. “It’s gonna happen!”

“Of course it’s gonna happen!” Ronnie giggled as she held onto the shaft and pushed it inside. Jolene bit her lower lip and blasted air out of her nose.

Ronnie thrusted back and forth in her standing position as she watched Jolene losing it in front of her. “Wow! You’re really into it tonight, girl! Fuck!”

Jolene hooked her legs in behind Ronnie’s thighs and pulled her in with more force to increase the depth and thrusting.

“Holy shit!” exclaimed Ronnie. “It’s like I don’t even have to do anything!”

Jolene got up on her elbows to watch. Jolts of pleasure shot through her entire body as Ronnie fucked her. She watched as Ronnie’s tits bobbled in front of her. Ronnie curled her lip and gave her best bedroom eyes.

“I need you on top of me, please,” said Jolene. She released her legs from Ronnie, as Ronnie climbed up on the bed. Jolene moved back as she watched Ronnie get herself re-inserted. Ronnie got up on her elbows and tiptoes in order to fuck Jolene as fast as possible.

Jolene ran her hands up and down Ronnie’s tits while she let her gorgeous nymph pound away at her. The two of them kissed as Ronnie began to sweat. She was straining from keeping herself hiked up on her elbows.

“Fuck me, darling,” Jolene pleaded. “Make me cum, please.” She let her head fall to the side. “I wish you had some whipped cream.”

Ronnie laughed. “I thought that was just empty calories!”

After a few good minutes of hard fucking, Jolene got Ronnie to lie on her back. She mounted Ronnie and inserted the feeldoe into her. After a few seconds, she was able to bounce up and down on the rubber dick.

Ronnie laid there and watched her fiancée hump up and down. She reached up to play with Jolene’s tits. Her nipples were erect, and her chest was getting sweaty.

Jolene rode the feeldoe for all she was worth. She stared at Ronnie with intensity, while Ronnie enjoyed every moment. “You really missed me, didn’t you?” asked Ronnie.

Jolene pictured Carol one more time, those large muscles of hers getting tensed while the hot stripped fucked her. All that time she knew Carol, and Jolene had never once seen her naked. “Oh God,” moaned Jolene. “Oh my fuck!” To have those lips against hers, only to watch her suck that hard cock a few seconds later.

Ronnie held onto Jolene’s ass. “That’s it, girl,” she panted. “Cum for me. Oh, I love your body. You’re like a work of art, y’know?”

Ronnie’s words were sending Jolene over the edge. She suddenly did not care about Carol or Honey or Shred. She looked down at the woman she loved more than anything else. Jolene cringed as she felt the excitement bubbling up in her. “It’s happening,” she whined. “Oh, I’m gonna…ohhhh!” She hopped off of Ronnie and rubbed with fury at her pussy. Jolene then grabbed at the feeldoe while it was still inside Ronnie and sucked her off.

“Oh, fuck yeah!” Ronnie was ebullient as she watched Jolene sucking away and rubbing herself. Jolene bounced her ass up and down on her knees as her orgasm washed over her. She collapsed on top of Ronnie’s legs as she moaned and screeched, still clutching the fake dick.

Ronnie laid there in disbelief as she left Jolene to rest on her thighs. “Jo?” Ronnie rubbed the top of Jolene’s head. “Jo? Sweetie? You okay?”

Jolene sputtered and turned her head to look at Ronnie. “Yes,” she managed. “Oh, that was a big one. Wow!”

“I’ll say!” Ronnie giggled. “I love it when you get so excited like that!”

Jolene did not have the courage to say exactly why this was such a big build-up. What was she going to say to Carol the next time she saw her at the gym? What was going to happen between her and Honey?

“Let me lick you,” Jolene whispered.

Ronnie pulled the feeldoe out of her, then got her head comfy on the pillows and assumed the position on her back. Jolene moved into place and held onto Ronnie’s legs as she devoured her pussy.

“Oh God, I was just dying to be with you again,” Ronnie said with a huge smile on her face. Her arms were spread out as she tilted her head back. “Mmm. I missed this. I missed you.”

Jolene continued her lapping of Ronnie’s tight pussy as she ground her own twat into the bed. She wondered what Ronnie got up to at her own bachelorette. Suddenly she pictured Shred doing his dance in front of Ronnie. Would she have sucked his dick? Maybe fucked him right in front of everyone?

Jolene got up on her knees as she pushed two fingers inside of Ronnie. Ronnie looked at Jolene as her smile got bigger.

“That’s it,” said Jolene with forcefulness in her voice. “You fucking cum for me, too.”

Ronnie’s mouth was agape as she kept eye contact with Jolene. She lifted her ass up and down, but Jolene held her steady by putting her other hand on Ronnie’s tummy. “Take it,” Jolene commanded.

Ronnie got another few minutes of finger banging before she finally had her own quaking orgasm. Jolene got up to Ronnie’s face and kissed her. She then put her hand flat on Ronnie’s cunt. “This is mine,” she informed Ronnie. “This is where my baby is coming from.”
Ronnie panted and bit her lower lip. “Yes, mistress.”

The two of them held each other and kissed as they rolled around on the top of the blanket.

The next day, the two of them hit the gym again. They were about finished with their routine when Jolene saw Carol come in.

“Excuse me, sweetheart,” said Jolene to Ronnie. “I just have to talk to someone.”

Jolene left and moved up to Carol, careful to keep out of sight of Ronnie. “Um, hi.”

“Hey, Miss Party Animal,” Carol said with a laugh. “Did you tell Ronnie about what happened?”

“No!” hissed Jolene. “And I would really appreciate it if you didn’t say anything, either.”

Carol smirked. “Look, I wouldn’t do anything to wreck your marriage. I’m not a big a bitch as some of the girls here make me out to be, okay?”

“What about the kiss?” asked Jolene.

“It was…just a good luck gesture,” reasoned Carol. “Besides, I didn’t hear you complaining too much.”

Jolene blushed. “Just…we can’t let anything happen from it, okay?”

Carol shrugged. “Don’t worry about it. I think women know not to talk about things that happen at those parties, right?” She leaned in on Jolene. “So what did you think?”

“About what?” asked Jolene.

Carol flicked her eyebrows. “Me and the stripper? I mean, you did watch for a while.”

Jolene looked down. “Oh, my God. I’m…so sorry I did that. I…”

Carol gave her a quick pat on the arm. “Guess we’re even.” She walked away from Jolene. “By the way, your friend is amazing.”

“Yes, she’s a sweetheart,” Jolene called after her.

Carol stopped and looked over her shoulder. “Not quite what I meant.” She continued walking off.

Jolene’s jaw nearly hit the floor. “No. No! Honey!?” Jolene, still stunned by the news, went off to find Ronnie. She also made a note to call up her friend for details.