Jolene laid perfectly still on Dr. Fleming’s couch. She hugged the pillow tight to her chest, her heart thumping in her chest. She braced herself for the harsh criticism that her therapist would likely give her, maybe even yelling. Her hands started to shake.
“Jolene?” Dr. Fleming’s tone was calm. “Jolene, I want you to tell me about how you feel. Whatever is on your mind. This is a safe place.”
“Are you mad at me?” Jolene asked in a timid voice.
“No, Jolene,” Dr. Fleming replied.
“Not even a little?” asked Jolene in a smaller voice.
“Jolene? Do you…want me to be angry with you?” Dr. Fleming was baffled by her patient’s behaviour.
“Maybe,” Jolene squeaked.
“Jolene, you had a close call with Brent, but it’s behind you.” Dr. Fleming took off her glasses and sighed. “The event is immaterial at this time. It happened. What we need to do is get to the underlying problem. You idolize this man for all of the wrong reasons.”
“I’m bad,” moaned Jolene.
“Jolene, you need to confront these issues,” Dr. Fleming said. “Your focus on Brent has been the driving force behind every one of your major decisions in your life. Your fitness goals, your moving out to Phoenix, your sexual proclivities—they’ve all been indicative of this obsession.”
Jolene reached for her phone, then scrolled on it. She sat up and handed the phone to her therapist. “This is Brent.”
Dr. Fleming took the phone and examined the picture. “Well, that’s…wow.” She handed the phone back to Jolene. “You can understand what I mean, however. This was a serious violation of Veronica’s trust. How would you think you could ever make this up to her?”
“I took her to a strip club and let her get groped while she had sex with me,” Jolene replied.
Dr. Fleming dropped her note pad.
On Saturday, Jolene went to check up on Carol, the bodybuilder friend of hers from the gym. Carol had not been around for several weeks, and Jolene was worried about her. Carol was a part-time clinic aide, but they were not able to talk to Jolene about why she was absent when she called in. She also did personal training at the gym, but had been gone from there as well.
Jolene showed up at Carol’s basement apartment and knocked. The door opened, and there was Carol. Jolene had trouble recognizing her at first. Her face was looking thinner, and Jolene realized her muscles had shrunken down as well.
“Carol!” Jolene looked her friend over. “You look as if you’ve lost thirty pounds.”
“Thirty-eight,” replied Carol. She gave Jolene a big hug, and Jolene noticed how weak she felt. “Come in.”
The two of them went in, and Carol had Jolene sit at her kitchen table. Carol got a glass of water for herself and a cup of coffee for Jolene. Carol had two large pills she had to take.
“It’s glomerulosclerosis,” said Carol. “I have severe kidney scarring. They don’t know the full extent yet, but they said…” She began to tear up. “They don’t know how bad it is. I did it to myself.”
Jolene got Carol a tissue. “Was it the steroids?”
Carol dabbed at her eyes and nodded. “I did this to myself. I have to stop the treatments.” Jolene noticed that Carol’s voice seemed different as well. “I don’t know if I’m going to live now. The doctor said if I stopped training and using, I could recover.” She took Jolene’s hand. “I should have listened to you, Jo. I’m so sorry.”
Jolene gave Carol’s hand a pat and smiled. “I just want to be there for you.”
Carol sniffed. “I’m in love with you, Jo.”
Jolene sighed. “Oh, Carol.”
“I mean it,” Carol went on. “I know you’re married. I like Ron a lot. I just…you’re the perfect woman, and I loved you for years. I just wanted you to notice me so badly.”
Jolene leaned over and gave Carol a hug as she broke down.
Jolene went home that night. Ronnie’s final appointment of the day cancelled last minute, and she had gotten home in time to get dinner started. They had dinner as Jolene told Ronnie about what was happening to Carol. Ronnie had little to say, as she was naturally more in control when it came to matters of death. She also did not know Carol nearly as well as Jolene. The two of them went to the gym that night and talked more about the health concerns of Carol.
Casey, one of the gym attendants, stopped to say hi to Jolene. “Did you hear? We might be shutting down soon.”
Jolene stopped her lifts and dropped her barbell. “What? This place has been open forever!”
“I mean, the gym itself is fine, but look at the juice bar—almost no one uses it. We have a ton of empty space we’re not using well, and our overall attendance went way down since last year.” Casey looked around and sighed. “It’s too bad—I love the flexibility of the hours, and it was nice to get a free gym membership. I think they’re going to make this into a call centre.”
Jolene said thanks and went back to her routine. She was outraged that her special spot was going to be made into some ridiculous spot for harassing seniors. She decided she wanted to do something about it.
Ronnie and Jolene got home and got stripped off. “Casey is right about the gym, though,” Jolene mentioned as she got into her silk pyjamas. Ronnie was in the bathroom brushing her teeth.
“We can find another place to work out,” Ronnie called, then gargled.
“There’s not another decent place for miles around,” Jolene replied. She got her moisturizer and rubbed her arms and upper chest. “Oh, but this seems like such a small matter, what with poor Carol and all she’s going through.”
Ronnie came out in her nightshirt with the black kitten on it. “Relax. Soon as the testosterone gets out of her system, she can turn back into her usual self.”
“Oh, I’m just glad I didn’t go down that route,” Jolene said. “It’s a lot of pressure. I remember seeing people doing weird things like stocking up their own blood.”
“Ew!” Ronnie climbed on the bed on all fours. “What for?”
“It’s supposed to improve endurance and give them a more pumped-up look,” Jolene told her. “They cold store it, then inject it back into themselves.”
Ronnie snorted. “Sounds gross.” She reached over and grabbed Jolene’s ass, which made her jump.
“Ronnie, you behave!” Jolene slammed her moisturizer down on the nightstand, then turned around and put her hands on her hips. “You are an impudent little trollope.”
“Well, you know what to do, then,” Ronnie giggled. She got up on her knees and held out her arms. “Come be my little cuddle muffin.”
Jolene fought as hard as possible to suppress her smile, then she unbuttoned her top. “Perhaps I will permit you to please me tonight.” Her top was left hung open, showing a good separation of her breasts. She put her arms up over her head and stretched. “Will you give me a massage, darling?”
Ronnie got the warming massage oil while Jolene got undressed. She laid out a blanket on the bed, then stretched out on her stomach. Ronnie got on her knees and squirted out a generous amount of oil on her hands, then placed her palms flat on Jolene’s upper back. She worked the hard muscles slowly, feeling the ridges. “God, I don’t know how you keep this pace up. You’re gonna be fifty soon.”
Jolene groaned into the blanket. “Please, don’t remind me.”
“You look gorgeous, period. Never mind the age.” Ronnie worked her way down to the lower back, Jolene’s corded back muscles jutting out. She decided to lose the nightshirt, then threw it aside and sat on Jolene’s thighs, working the back more.
Jolene laid her head down and laid her muscular arms out. “Mmm, that’s nice, dear.” She got Ronnie off of her, then got her ass raised in the air and buried her face in a pillow.
Ronnie took over, licking Jolene’s honey pot. She stroked the back of Jolene’s thighs as she worked her magic with the tongue. “Oh, that’s…ohhh.” Jolene gripped the blanket with both hands. “Yes! Please!”
Ronnie licked and stroked while she held onto Jolene’s ass cheeks. Jolene had a quick moment as she remembered the size of Brent’s cock. She pictured herself sucking it while Ronnie went down on her. She tried to clear it out of her mind as she remembered how she had nearly wrecked her marriage chasing a fantasy.
Jolene lifted her head up. “Darling, come here.” Ronnie got up next to her, and the two of them kissed. Jolene fondled Ronnie’s lovely tits as the two of them locked legs together. Jolene inserted a finger into Ronnie’s pussy.
“Damn, girl,” Ronnie whispered as she made a face. Jolene loved the velvet smoothness. She reached in further and found the rubbery part of Ronnie’s vagina, then gave it a good rub. Ronnie’s body tensed as she let her mouth hang open. Jolene moved her face down to Ronnie’s slit, then searched with her tongue to find the clit. Once she found the nub, she gave it good flicks with the tip of her tongue. Ronnie tensed up and pounded the mattress with her fists.
Ronnie then shot right up and squealed. Jolene had managed to hit all of the right cues at once. Ronnie let her head drop back, only she whacked her skull hard on the headrest of the bed. “Shit!”
“Oh, dearest!” Jolene went up to check her. “Did you hurt yourself?”
Ronnie held her head but laughed. “Oh, it was mostly my hair that cushioned me.” She grabbed two handfuls of it and tossed it in the air playfully. “See? Growing it out helps.” She kissed Jolene for a few seconds. “That was great. My turn.” She reached over and got the dildo out of the nightstand, then gave it a few licks. “Lie back.”
Jolene did as instructed, getting her legs stretched out. Ronnie got down, giving playful licks and kisses on Jolene’s lower belly. She held onto Ronnie’s head as she felt the sensations. Ronnie made her way down with the dildo, giving Jolene a few rubs along the labia. Jolene gasped as she felt the same sensations she felt when Brent rubbed his mighty cock up and down her pussy lips. She wished that she had let him insert it just for a minute, just to finally feel what it was like.
Ronnie saw the look on Jolene’s face, and took it as the cue that Jolene was ready. Ronnie pushed the dildo into her wife. Jolene jolted instantly, getting lost in her fantasy about having Brent fuck her. Jolene shut her eyes and pictured it happening. Brent was totally in her mind now. She pictured his hard dick sliding in and out of her, his balls slapping her bare ass.
Jolene reached down and pushed the dildo away, then got her ass propped up in the air and rubbed at herself. She felt herself cumming. All of that talk about Ronnie carrying Brent’s baby suddenly jumped into her mind. She wondered if Ronnie would have fucked Brent. Maybe the recent playing with the stripper at Tassels got Ronnie loosened up to the idea. Her body went through spasms as she felt the sensation of multiple orgasms.
Ronnie stared down at Jolene’s wet cunt. “Wow! It’s like…white fluid.” Her eyes went wide. “God, there’s so much, Jo!”
Jolene stopped to catch her breath. Ronnie bounced into the bathroom, then came back with tissue paper. She cleaned up her wife as best as she could. The two of them laid down together as Jolene threw an arm around Ronnie.
Ronnie held her hands up. “I mean, you just gushed! Then like, inside of you just kind of…rawr! Something came out.” She laughed. “Wow, that was awesome.”
Jolene kissed Ronnie on the cheek, then nuzzled her shoulder. Ronnie continued to talk as Jolene drifted off.
On Saturday, Jolene got a call from Carol. “Hello, darling!”
“Hi Jolene!” Carol sounded more energetic today. “I wanted to ask a favour from both you and Ronnie.”
Jolene knew that Carol was in rough shape with her illness and wanted to humour her. “Certainly! Whatever did you have in mind?”
“Well, I should ask Ronnie about it first, as hers is the more serious request,” Carol said. “I’ve become involved with an organization that does charitable work for sick kids. I knew about them from my clinic. I showed Ana-Maria the picture of you and Ronnie, and…well,s he fell in love with Ronnie.”
Jolene chuckled. “That happens a lot.”
“No, no!” Carol laughed too. ” I mean, she liked Ronnie’s hair. See, she works with a lot of kids who have gone through chemotherapy, and they lose all of their hair. Ana-Maria is able to make the wigs herself.”
“Don’t they have wigs they can buy?” asked Jolene.
“They do, but it’s usually synthetics or animal hairs, and they never look natural,” Carol replied. “So, I wanted to ask if you could maybe ask Ronnie if she was willing…to donate her hair?” Carol sounded unsure of what else to say.
“Oh my, Carol,” Jolene said, sighing hard into the phone. “This is going to be a bit of a difficult argument to make. Ronnie’s quite attached to her hair.” She sucked her teeth. “How short do they need it?”
“Like nearly to the scalp,” Carol said. “I didn’t realize that a lot of wigs come from Asia, and that the hair is super-expensive. They really are desperate for long hair that they can use. Please, Jolene? Please talk to Ronnie?”
Jolene sighed again. “I will talk to her tonight. Meanwhile, what did you want me to do?”
“Oh, well, for you we have something that’s probably a little less stressful,” Carol assured her. “You like to dress up, right?”
That night, Jolene treated Ronnie out to her favourite of cheeseburgers. She waited until Ronnie had her bacon cheeseburger and fries and she was devouring them when she delivered the request from Carol.
Ronnie was careful to consider the options. “Fuck that! My hair is gorgeous. No fuckin’ way.” She went back to shovelling fries into her mouth.
“Oh, Veronica,” Jolene scolded. “You can at least give it some thought. We both care about Carol, and this sounds important to her. She sounded so full of life when she talked about the foundation!”
“How do I know that Carol won’t keep the hair for herself?” Ronnie flicked her own hair over her shoulder defiantly.
Jolene drove Ronnie home, seriously disappointed in her wife. Ronnie seemed immature at times, but this seemed like overkill.
When they got in the house, Jolene’s phone buzzed. “Ooh, it’s Carol!” She went to the living room and answered. “Hi, Carol!”
“Hi Jo!” Carol’s camera turned on and her face was visible. “Did you get to talk to Ronnie?”
“Oh! We…discussed it over dinner!” Jolene looked around and saw Ronnie walk in.
“Ronnie! It’s great to see you again!” Carol waved at the camera. “Hey, I have a surprise for you.”
Ronnie smiled wide. “What the fuck is she talking about?” muttered Ronnie through her gritted teeth to Jolene.
Carol went off-camera for a few seconds, then turned the view around. It was obvious she was at a clinic of some kind. She got the camera in view of a little girl lying in a bed. She had no hair, including her eyebrows.
“Hi Ms. Vance,” the little girl yelled.
Ronnie held the phone with no expression on her face.
“Auntie Carol said you want to make a wig for me!” The little girl smiled. “Thank you so much! I love your hair!”
Ronnie smiled the best she could. She was starting to sweat. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”
“I’m Mackenzie! Mackenzie MacDonald!” The girl looked as if she was feeling better just by talking to Ronnie. “I’m seven and a half! You’re really pretty.”
“Aww,” replied Ronnie. “Mackenzie, sweetie? Can I talk to my friend, Jolene, for a minute?”
“Okay!”
Ronnie put the phone on mute, then tossed it onto the couch. She marched up to Jolene and jammed a finger in her face. “I swear to Christ, Jolene, I will get you for this!”
“I didn’t know anything about this!” Jolene held her hands up for defense. “Please! Maybe we can tell her it was a mistake.”
Ronnie sneered and stomped her feet. “That fucking Carol steroid bitch.” She went to get the phone and took it off mute. “Mackenzie, sweetie?”
“Yes, Auntie Ronnie?” replied Mackenzie.
Ronnie took what she thought would be her final clutch at her long, brown hair. “Do you want Auntie Ronnie to come and see you?”
“Oh boy!” Mackenzie sat up and held up her tiny fists. “I don’t get many visitors. My daddy is away right now.”
“Oh, is he on a business trip, dear?” asked Ronnie.
“No, he’s at camp,” Mackenzie replied. “It’s in Kuwait. Camp…Arif…?”
“Arifjan,” Ronnie completed. “Oh, honey, is your dad Armed Forces?”
“He’s a captain!” Mackenzie smiled, showing her missing front tooth.
Ronnie held her hand over her mouth. “My dad would kill me if I…” She took her hand away. “Sweetie, we’ll come to see you tomorrow, okay? Please put Auntie Carol on.” Ronnie handed over the phone to Jolene, who got the address from Carol. The two of them said goodbyes and hung up.
Ronnie stood there with her arms folded, looking pissed. “That…was…uncomfortable.”
Jolene touched Ronnie’s shoulders and gave them gentle rubs. “Sweetie, I swear! None of that was my idea. I’m so, so sorry you got pressured like that!”
Ronnie glowered at Jolene, her hands on her hips. “I think you owe me a favour.”
“Anything, dear.” Jolene bit her lower lip. “I mean it. Say the word.”
Ronnie looked off to the side, then back at Jolene. “I want the dancer.”
Jolene’s heart started to race. “You mean…we have to…”
“Yeah, you give me a lap dance,” Ronnie finished.
“Oh!” Jolene sputtered. “Yes! Anything!”
“Good.” Ronnie sat down in her comfy chair. “Go get dressed up for me.”
Jolene dashed off to the bedroom as Ronnie waited. She jumped up and got a beer bottle out of the fridge and cracked it open. She took a swig and rolled her eyes. “Oh, now that’s the way to get a dance.” She went back to the chair and set her beer down.
Jolene came out a few minutes later. She had on her tight white t-shirt showing off plenty of midriff, as well as some ass-hugging jean shorts. She also wore her black pumps. Jolene had her small pump bottle for body oil as well.
Jolene strolled over and leaned into Ronnie’s face. “Good evening, love,” she said in a breathy voice. “Having a good time tonight?”
Ronnie squirmed in her seat. “Oh, this is awesome!”
Jolene slowly stood up, then pumped a few spritzes onto her thick, muscular thighs. Ronnie loved the glossy look, tightened up even more by the high heels she was wearing. Jolene felt self-conscious when she danced, but she remembered how well she could do her competitive routine. She pictured herself up on the stage, hundreds of sets of eyes on her.
Jolene turned and wiggled her butt, then bent down to put her hands flat on the carpet. Ronnie whooped and gave Jolene a quick slap on the butt. Jolene did a few flexes and poses while Ronnie took a few more swigs of her beer.
Jolene climbed into Ronnie’s lap. She gave Ronnie a few quick pecks on the neck as she let Ronnie’s hands wander all over her. Jolene stood up, then took off her t-shirt. She still had on one of her glittery competition bras on underneath. She flexed her biceps as she admired her own body.
Ronnie whooped again and slapped her hands together. “Come on, baby! Shake that money maker!”
Jolene shimmied her hips and shook her tits. She was loosening up as she got more applause from her wife. She stopped to spritz some oil on her arms and upper chest, as well as getting the tummy. She zipped her jeans down slowly, then bent all the way over to slide them off. She struggled to get them off of her feet with her heel still on, but she managed.
Jolene sat down backwards into Ronnie’s lap, then pulled her arms up to touch Jolene’s tits from behind. Ronnie gave them hard squeezes while Jolene worked her ass into Ronnie’s crotch.
Her mind flashed to both Cubby and Diamond, the two strippers she met at Tassels. They were definitely different flavours, but they gave her an idea of how she wanted to do her own little strip teases. The thought of what Diamond had said to her about doing her own dancing enticed her. She would probably never want to dance for a man. The idea of women, however, thrilled her. Maybe a trio of women who worked together at some office, looking to really cut loose. Jolene suddenly pictured herself with the women, getting worshipped and groped. All the time that she thought about getting the muscle worship from regular people, when she could make it more of a show by being some sexual plaything.
Jolene leaned back and whispered, “I want to get fucked tonight, darling.”
“Leave you heels on when we do it,” Ronnie replied back.
Jolene stood up, then undid the top in the back. She dropped the top beside her, then turned around. Ronnie had a glorious look on her face. Jolene came over and rubbed her tits on Ronnie’s face, then slid off her bottoms.
Ronnie pushed forward with her face and latched right onto Jolene’s pussy. Jolene braced her legs as she enjoyed the sound of Ronnie’s tongue lapping her up. “Oh, Ronnie, dear,” she moaned. “Oh! I should be…doing this…for you…unhhhh!”
Ronnie pulled back and started to take off her own shirt. “Get ready on the floor.” She bounced up out of the chair and ran down the hall.
Jolene put her hands to her temples, then got herself ready on the floor as instructed. Ronnie came back fully nude, holding her blue feeldoe. She was sucking the business end. “I get to do whatever, right?”
“Yes, darling,” replied Jolene. She got flat on her back and her legs open. Ronnie inserted her toy, then got Jolene to give her a blowjob. Ronnie played with Jolene’s tits as she got sucked off.
After a few minutes of Jo’s oral servicing, Ronnie got in position on top of Jolene. She pushed the cock into her, then rocked back and forth to fuck her. Jolene moaned and thrashed as she felt the smooth toy gliding in and out of her. Jolene’s eyes sparkled in the light of the lamp, the sun having gone down already. Ronnie smiled and grunted with every thrust. Jolene was mesmerized by Ronnie’s tits swinging back and forth right by her chin.
After several minutes, Ronnie got Jolene to get on all fours. Jolene did so, while Ronnie held onto her ass cheeks. Jolene stared forward and got ready when she felt a different sensation. “Ronnie!”
“You said anything,” Ronnie reminded her.
Jolene gritted her teeth and held on as Ronnie pushed the fuck-tool into her asshole. She could count on her hand the number of times she did this. She found it helped to spread her legs out a bit and get her ass up in the air. Ronnie held onto her wife’s hips as she fucked her in the ass, gently at first.
Jolene went back to her fantasy of the strip club, where she was being passed around like a cheap slut. She pictured if the three anonymous women all took turns fingering her and licking her tits and pussy, then maybe one of them exploring with a finger or even having a strapon of their own. Jolene stretched out her arms on the carpet and held on as she felt the sensation going through her.
Ronnie was excited to get to try out this sensation. Jolene’s asshole looked beautiful, and Ronnie loved watching the fake cock sliding in and out. Ronnie bopped her hips right up to Jolene’s ass to fuck her even harder.
“I’m going to fuckin’ cum,” Ronnie moaned. She pulled out, then got the feeldoe out of her. She got Jolene rolled over as she pushed her pussy lips up on Jolene’s. Ronnie cunt-humped her for a bit, then squirted. The warmth and wetness made Jolene follow nearly thirty seconds later.
Ronnie stumbled back and slumped over onto the carpet. She realized she left the feeldoe laying there, and went to pick it up. “Ew.” At least it was clean. She ran to the bathroom sink and left it in to soak, then went back to the living room to check on Jolene.
Jolene was still on the carpet, trying not to show that she was slightly sore. “Oh, darling, why did you have to do that?”
Ronnie sat down and gave Jolene a playful tap on the bottom. “I just wanted to see how far you were willing to go. Besides, I owed you one.”
The next day had the two of them going to the Meadowvale Centre for Recovery, part of a hospital complex up in Wickenburg. The complex specialized in cancer recovery and pediatric AIDS treatment. Carol met the two of them in the parking lot. Ronnie was amazed to see how much weight Carol had lost.
They were let in to see Mackenzie. She was a sweet little girl who would not stop talking the entire time. She latched onto Ronnie, playing with her long hair. They spent two hours visiting, getting a proper tour of the facility from the wig-maker, Ana-Maria.
They went to eat at a rest stop along Route 93 before making the long drive back. Jolene wanted to talk about the hair donation, when Ronnie interrupted. “I know what you’re thinking,” Ronnie said. She sighed and put down her burger. “Look, Army looks out for each other. Plus, Daddy would never forgive me if I didn’t do it.”
Jolene gasped. “So you’ll do it?”
Ronnie stuck out her lower teeth. “Urgh! Yes.”
Jolene jumped up to give Ronnie a hug. “She’ll be so happy, dear! Everyone appreciates your sacrifice.”
Jolene went into the gym on Monday, while Ronnie had to skip as she had a late job to take care of. She went to the manager, Heather, and wanted to talk about the gym closing.
“Sorry, Jo, but Iqbal is retiring, and he’d rather just get out of the business,” Heather said, sounding defeated. “He’d rather just sell the property and be done with it. They’re thinking of converting it to an insurance office now, which means yours truly gets the boot, along with a few others.”
Jolene took a look around and shook her head. “Look at what he could be doing with the place, though. I mean, look at the juice bar—no one from here ever uses it, and no one from the outside can get in there.” She gestured to the supplements and powders for sale. “No one buys this either because it’s too expensive. If anything, we should be selling apparel and doing branding.”
“Wow, Jo,” Heather remarked. “It sounds like you thought hard about this.”
Jolene smiled. “Do you have the blueprints for the building?”
The two of them went to Heather’s office, then Heather showed the PDF of the building. Heather sat down as Jolene leaned over to see. Jolene pointed to the empty lawn on the left side. “Right here—just lay some asphalt, add a window here. Ta-dah! Drive-through window. I bet we could sell the smoothies for less than the overpriced and syrupy coffee they sell around here and really clean up.”
Heather gave a half-smile. “You know what I think? You could really run this place better than Iqbal. He hasn’t had a new idea in five years.”
Jolene laughed and rolled her eyes. “Own the gym! Right.” Her face settled to contemplation. “Own…” She stood up. “Has the place been closed yet?”
“No,” replied Heather. “He’s asking three hundred, but he might be willing to go lower for you, Jo.”
Jolene gave a light pat on Heather’s shoulder. “Tell him two eighty-five, and I agree to keep his staff on.”
Heather watched Jolene leave as she raised her fists in the air. “My girl!”
Jolene decided to keep her offer for the gym a surprise for now. If the bid did not go through, it would change nothing. Plus she figured she could do all of the paperwork herself, which would save a great deal of money as it was.
The weekend came, and Jolene was taken away by another one of the attendants. She was given a large cardboard box, which Jolene rifled through. She looked at the volunteer, Paula, and smirked. “They’re serious about this?”
“It’s what Ethan wanted more than anything,” Paula replied. “The other kids are going to love it, too.”
Jolene patted the top of the box. Ronnie stood there, awaiting her own fate. “Good luck, dearest!” Jolene waved as she and Paula went off to the change room.
Ronnie looked at Ana-Maria the wig-maker and Carol. “I guess I’m ready.” They went to the hair salon in the facility. Ana-Maria got Ronnie to sit in the chair to get a shampoo, using a special medicated formula. She helped Ronnie get a towel on her head and got her to the barber chair, then blew-dry the hair out.
Ronnie took panicked breaths as Ana-Maria put the apron around her. “Can I just…get one last look?”
Ana-Maria swivelled the chair around. Ronnie reached around and stroked her hair. “It’s just…two years or so to grow back,” she assured herself.
Ronnie jumped when Ana-Maria turned on the hair clippers. “Whoa! WHOA!” She turned to look. “How much did you need?”
“It’s better for the wig if the strands are closer to the scalp,” Ana-Maria told her.
Carol took Ronnie’s hand. “This is really going to help Mackenzie feel like a pretty young girl again. It might even improve her health.”
Ronnie groaned. “At least turn the chair around. I don’t want to watch.”
Carol held onto Ronnie’s hand while Ana-Maria grabbed a handful of Ronnie’s long, brown hair. Ronnie cringed while she felt the razor rip through chunks of her hair. She started to feel the difference of the weight on her head.
The haircut took maybe three minutes. Ana-Maria swept up the precious hairs and got them to a bag. Carol took a good look and smiled. “Not bad.” Carol’s own buzzcut had been growing out a bit since she stopped training.
Ronnie held the chair’s armrests as Ana-Maria swung her around. When she saw herself in the mirror, her stomach curdled. “Oh, God!” Ana-Maria took off the apron and swept Ronnie’s shirt of any remaining small hairs.
“I think you look great, dear,” Carol told her. “Look, you have this lovely long neck! It really makes it stand out.”
“Kill me,” mumbled Ronnie.
Ana-Maria laughed. “This was a really nice thing you did. We don’t get a lot of women wanting to donate their hairs these days. We use synthetics a lot for the kids, but they get expensive and they end up looking horrible.”
Ronnie got up and sighed. “At least it will be easier to work in the heat now.”
Meanwhile, Jolene was in the change room with Paula, who had a small change screen up so Jolene had some privacy. The body make-up Paula had provided was easy enough to apply, as she only had to do her arms and the top of her legs. “Wherever did you get this outfit?”
“It was an old majorette uniform that we got at a thrift store,” Paula said to the room. “I was able to do some alterations to copy the look. Ethan gave me a comic book, and she was right on the cover. I think I got it to a T.”
Jolene laughed. “Look at this wig! This is darling!”
Paula laughed. “I bet your wife’s wig will look more realistic.”
Jolene stepped out from the screen and held up her arms. “Well? Did I get everywhere?”
Paula gasped. “Wow! That’s amazing! I mean, you look just like her! Let’s go show the others. I bet Ronnie is all wrapped up.”
The two went out, and the other three were standing and waiting for them. Jolene’s eyes bugged out when she saw how short Ronnie’s hair was. “Veronica! You look fantastic!”
Ronnie could not think straight as she looked at Jolene. Jolene was decked out in a white tunic with sparkly purple stripes along the shoulders, as well as white high-heeled boots with the same purple sequin patterns at the top of the boots. Her arms and thighs were still visible, which with her face and neck were painted green. She also had on a long green wig.
“Jo!” Ronnie could barely move. “You’re…”
Jolene lifted her arms and flexed her strong biceps. “The She-Hulk, in the green flesh!”
Paula laughed and put her hand on Jolene’s shoulder. “Okay, She-Hulk, we’re going to go entertain the troops. Ronnie, did you want to go with Ana-Maria while she gets the wig ready?”
Ronnie nodded, her mouth still hanging open. Jolene walked with Paula, still looking back at her wife. Something in her mind nagged at her—was this what made Ronnie go wild? They had done fantasy dress-up before, but not to this degree.
Ronnie went with Ana-Maria and Carol to the special workshop. Carol would not stop talking about Jolene’s body. Ana-Maria suggested Carol might try being She-Hulk again when she felt better, but Carol seemed unsure.
Ronnie was fascinated with the process as Ana-Maria did the treatment on the hairs, eventually getting them woven into a fine netting. She could not stop rubbing her scalp, still amazed at how she just pushed ahead and let her hair get hacked off.
Jolene was in the children’s wing, entertaining the kids. Ethan, the young man Jolene had dressed up, looked ecstatic. “It’s her! She came!”
Jolene spent a great amount of time with Ethan, trying her best get into the role. She had only a passing familiarity with her character, but she knew that she was supposed to be Bruce Banner’s cousin and she got her powers from a blood transfusion. Ethan was too excited to probe Jolene’s knowledge.
Jolene felt elated knowing that she could brighten up the kids. A few of them wanted to touch her muscles, so she held up a bicep and let them squeeze. She wanted to show off and lift up one of the volunteers, but decided against it. Besides, Paula was large enough that even Jolene thought better of it.
She spent nearly two hours with the kids. Jolene loved hearing about the schools they used to go to, and what they wanted to do when they grew up. Some of the kids were more savvy, and wanted to know more about Jolene’s life. She figured it would be less complicated to talk about her “special friend”, and instead told them about how she grew up in Texas and her travelling brother. The kids seemed to like Jolene more as herself than the radioactive superhero she pretended to be.
After nearly two hours, the kids all said a special thank you to Jolene. She gave one more power pose to impress the kids, then went out with Paula to join up with the others.
Ana-Maria had finished the wig. Ronnie wanted to try it on just to feel like she had hair again, but Ana-Maria said it was unhygienic. She gave the hair a good pat, then handed off to Ana-Maria again. She was going to put the final touches on it before giving it to Mackenzie. Jolene had gone off to use the shower and change back into her regular clothes.
Jolene and Ronnie headed home. Jolene had a sly smile on her face for most of the trip. She stroked Ronnie’s head, liking the feel of the bristles. “It’ll grow back,” she assured Ronnie. “Carol says that they might have two other facilities that I can go visit. That was a lot of fun.”
Ronnie laughed. “Better than the pageants?”
“So much better,” said Jolene.
The two of them got into the house. Ronnie got showered while Jolene had some leftover chicken breast and salad she had saved. They both got into the bedroom. Jolene stretched out on the bed wearing her bra and panties while Ronnie continued looking at herself in the mirror, taking different angles.
Ronnie turned and looked at Jolene. She stood there in nothing but a towel. “Do you still find me attractive?”
Jolene got up on her elbow. “I think you look more beautiful than I can describe. You did something today that will change the life of a sweet little girl.” She sat up and got her bra off. “Why don’t you let Mama take care of you tonight?”
Ronnie raised an eyebrow. “Sure you want this buzzed-down working gal?”
Jolene leaned back, propping herself up with flat palms. “It’s a really sexy look, dearest.” She rubbed her thighs together. “Did you like me in green today?”
Ronnie smiled. “It was pretty cool. I really liked that outfit.”
“Would you say it did it for you?” Jolene leaned forward. “Was it your fantasy?”
Ronnie bobbed her head with uncertainty. “Not really my thing that way.”
Jolene hit her fist on the mattress. She was going to figure it out someday. Jolene remembered how much Ronnie loved the artistic shots she got Cherry to take, but she could not figure out how to recreate the magic. “So, what did you want me to do first, sweetie?”
Ronnie let the towel hit the floor. Jolene admired her slim body with the juicy tits. Her short hair made her look more fierce. She was getting used to the look already.
Ronnie got up in Jolene’s lap to straddle her. “Just make love to me.” She rubbed her head, then took Jolene’s hand and rubbed it onto her scalp. “Cute, right?”
Jolene took Ronnie’s cheeks into her hands and kissed her deeply. Ronnie rubbed her hips back and forth on Jolene’s lap. Ronnie hugged her wife close. “Make me feel beautiful tonight, love.”
Jolene got Ronnie to stand up as she slid off her panties. She got Ronnie to lie down. Ronnie got her legs spread out, and Jolene climbed onto the bed. She got her head down to give a proper oral servicing on Ronnie’s tight pussy.
Ronnie threw her head back while Jolene pushed her tongue up and down. Ronnie could hear the bristling of her hair rubbing on the pillow. For some reason, she felt truly naked now. It thrilled her as she spread out her arms and held onto the duvet. She slowly pushed her ass up and down to meet Jolene’s welcoming tongue.
Jolene held her hands flat on Ronnie’s stomach while she licked away. She was so excited at how she was able to help the little girl feel better about herself. She knew she would have to be extra nice to her in order to float the idea of owning the gym. She used her ring finger to rub Ronnie’s clit rapidly as she kissed and tongued the inner thighs.
“Let me taste you,” Ronnie begged. Jolene got her pussy up to Ronnie’s face on the side, and Ronnie rolled over to both give and receive. The two of them licked each other, their warm bodies pressed up tight. Jolene loved the soft touch of Ronnie’s skin on her own.
Ronnie switched up as the two of them held each other and kissed. Jolene rubbed her hand along Ronnie’s head while they locked lips. It was almost like being with another person at that point. She thought about her recent liaison with Brent, about how she almost let him fuck her. As exciting as it was to think about, she wanted to push it out of her mind. Ronnie was a gorgeous woman, and she deserved to be Jolene’s main focus.
Jolene pulled her head away. “Do you want a toy, dear?”
Ronnie shook her head. “Let’s just do parallel.”
The two of them laid side by side and masturbated, kissing while doing so. Jolene gave Ronnie’s tit a good stroking. Jolene suddenly gripped onto Ronnie’s shoulder as she felt herself climaxing.
“Let it happen, baby,” whispered Ronnie. Jolene’s eyes squeezed shut as her orgasm washed over her. Ronnie stared at Jolene’s face as she continued rubbing herself. She put her arm around Jolene and finished herself off. The two of them caught their breath and held each other. Ronnie rolled on top of Jolene, and the two of them smooched and caressed.
“You looked damned cute in green,” Ronnie commented, and the two of them laughed.
Jolene got a phone call the next day from Iqbal. “Jolene,” he said in his thick accent that she never quite found where it originated. “I want to thank you for your generous offer.”
“Thank you, sir,” she replied. “I hope I’m not putting you in a bad spot.”
Iqbal laughed. “No, no. I was not making much on that place. My trucking company, she not do so good either, you know? Maybe time to retire altogether. Anyway, you get place. I get no other offer, so you get.”
Jolene did a small excited dance, then composed herself. “That’s generous of you. I’ll get the paperwork underway.”
“You give me deposit, right?” asked Iqbal.
“I can give you forty right away,” Jolene replied. “If I cash in my portfolio, I can come up with the rest in two weeks. I’ll have the paperwork ready for you to sign on Tuesday.”
“Okay, okay,” Iqbal said. “You talk it over with wife?”
Jolene sucked her teeth. “That’s…on my list.”
Iqbal laughed. “Don’t put off, okay? I see you soon.” He hung up.
Jolene put down her phone and walked into the living room. “Veronica, sweetie?”
After her toughest sales pitch ever that lasted three hours, Jolene closed the sale.
The two of them had decided that they could part with the various investments as long as they did not have to sink farther into debt. Jolene was a miser when it came to spending, aside from her choices in cars, and had saved up a great deal of money and wisely invested it. She also had a settlement from her ex-husband’s estate. Ronnie’s own financial situation was stronger now, so she felt confident in the move.
Meanwhile, Jolene had two other successful visits as She-Hulk to hospitals, one in the Phoenix area and one in Tucson. The kids were all excited to get to meet the muscle woman in the superhero costume. Jolene did not have a great deal of experience with children, especially sick ones, but she felt so comfortable with them. She felt a great deal of joy in what she was doing.
Carol’s treatments were also helping, although she was told that her kidneys would never be the same. She promised she would be off steroids forever, which Jolene believed for now.
Jolene oversaw the renovations of the gym, having to close it only for two weeks. They had installed the new drive-up window and laid out the asphalt. They were finalizing the new sign, which Ronnie was left out of. She was still grouchy after having lost her hair, and the time to grow it out again seemed to be taking forever. She was able to grab a handful at this point, but she had a predilection for impatience.
One night, Ronnie got a video call. It was Carol, who was also letting her hair grow out as well. Her face looked thinner and a bit more wrinkled, but she appeared happy. “Ronnie, I have some great news! Mackenzie just got her latest scans done. Her tumours have all shrunk. I think she’ll be out of here soon enough.”
“Oh my God!” Ronnie practically fell out of her chair. “That’s so great! We have to come see her again.”
“You’ll get your chance,” Carol assured her. “I think…Ronnie, I think you at least bought her some time. She was able to go outside and play and not have to worry about how she looked. It can mean the whole world to someone.”
Ronnie’s lower lip quivered. “Thanks, Carol.”
A few weeks later, Jolene finalized the designs and branding, and decided she would blow the doors off with a party to celebrate the grand re-opening. She had decided to change the name from Parkside Fitness to the new and improved Intense Gym.
Jolene took Ronnie around and showed her the new layout, where she had a lot of the equipment moved around for faster flow, as well as replacing much of the flooring. She also got Ronnie over to the new gear, including tees and sweats, water bottles, and other swag. “It’s a high profit margin, and it advertises the gym!” Jolene looked proud of herself for using some of her business acumen.
The doors were opened, and many new faces showed up for the party. All of the same staff were extra pleased to help out, as they got to keep their jobs after all. People seemed genuinely excited about the new layout.
The next week, Jolene had Ronnie sit down on the couch. The two of them were in their comfortable sweats, and it was getting close to evening.
“Jo, what is it, dear?” Ronnie was still confused as Jolene fiddled with the remote.
“Our commercial is ready!” Jolene patted Ronnie’s bare leg. “They said they would air it tonight, then we got fifty more spots. We’ll see if we get positive feedback.”
The Phoenix affiliate went to commercial after a few minutes, then there was the sound of fast bongo drums. “This is it,” Jolene squealed.
The scene was clearly of the inside of the Intense Gym, with people working out. The scenes kept changing rapidly, with white words on a black background flashing out “REWARD…YOU…BODY…WITH…EXERCISE.”
The scene then showed a dropcloth of a chubby woman with giant glasses, terrible black hair, and a sad look on her face. The caption on the lower left of the screen showed JOLENE, 29.
Ronnie gawked as the dropcloth fell, showing Jolene step out in a yellow bikini, probably smaller than prime time TV could handle. She shimmied out and got her thighs together, then held up her arms and flexed. The caption faded out to say JOLENE, 49, OWNER. She was cut, oiled, and had the look that defined the word intense. The voiceover of a woman asked, “When will you run out of excuses?” Then the screen flashed up the new Intense Gym logo, and said the address on Route 60 in Phoenix as well as the website.
Ronnie’s eyes and mouth were wide open as she gaped at the TV screen. Jolene smiled and nodded her head. “It looked a little better live. We’re running those online next week, and we—MMMPH!”
Ronnie had grabbed Jolene by the shoulders and pressed their lips together. She made them wrestle from the couch to the floor. Ronnie was panting and moaning as she kissed her wife. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. She went in for another kiss. “I just saw you, and I…I just…” The two of them kissed again, then Ronnie made her way south.
Jolene took off her sweatpants in one quick motion and got on her back as she got her legs stretched out. Ronnie kissed Jolene’s inner thighs before she dove in to lick her pink love hole. Jolene shut her eyes and breathed deeply, smiling as she felt the bristles of Ronnie’s head rubbing up against her.
Ronnie held onto Jolene’s thigh with one arm while she reached down and fiddled with herself using her other hand. She slurped and pushed her tongue in as she listened to the sounds Jolene made.
“Sweetie?” Jolene put a hand gently on the top of Ronnie’s head. “Was this it? You want to make love to someone being an exhibitionist?”
Ronnie did not stop, but she gave Jolene a few taps on the leg to let her know. Jolene gasped as she realized how much her posing up on stage got Ronnie going.
Ronnie got up on her knees and tore her shirt off. Jolene loved it every time Ronnie shook her tits out, watching them flop out and seeing the bright pink nipples sticking out. She loved it even more that Ronnie looked slightly different with her short hair.
Ronnie leaned down and kissed Jolene again, arching her back up. Jolene reached up and grabbed Ronnie’s ass with both hands. Ronnie humped her cunt into Jolene’s, as Jolene grunted with each thrust. Jolene had a muscly thigh wrapped up around Ronnie’s hip.
Ronnie got up again and slid her pants off. “Fuck, I’m wet.” She got into scissor position with Jolene laying on the floor. She humped Jolene hard as she squeezed her eyes shut. “I loved seeing you on TV,” she grunted. “You looked so fuckin’ hot! Unnnh! I can’t believe you did that!”
“I was worried…you’d get…jealous.” Jolene grabbed onto Ronnie’s ass cheeks with both hands. “I…did it…for you…”
Ronnie looked in Jolene’s blue eyes and smiled. “Me? Really?”
Jolene got Ronnie to stand up, then scooped her up and carried her to the bedroom. Ronnie wailed the whole way. “I love this so much!”
Jolene let Ronnie down gently on the bed, then got the double-ended dildo out of the drawer. She sucked on one end as she stared at Ronnie. “End-to-end?”
Ronnie nodded. The two of them got on the bed on their hands and knees. Jolene inserted into herself first, then backed up to let Ronnie get her end in. When they were both ready, they pumped their asses back and forth. Jolene gripped the bedsheets as she focused on her humping. She loved feeling the warmth of Ronnie’s legs rubbing against her own. “I love you, baby,” she moaned.
“I love you too,dear,” Ronnie replied, although she was muffled by the pillow she had her face buried in. She slapped up against the headboard. “Yeah! This is so awesome!”
Jolene thought about how she looked on that commercial. So many people were going to be staring at her nearly naked body. It was like the thrill she got at her shows, only so much more intense. Jolene had a deep orgasm as she thought about it. She held still and let the wave wash over her body, while Ronnie continued her pumping back and forth.
Jolene fell forward and buried her face in the blanket, while Ronnie grabbed the dildo and pumped herself to completion. She howled and fell forward on top of Jolene, then hugged her from behind. The two of them took their time catching their breath, with Ronnie letting her slippery breasts rub against Jolene’s strong back muscles.
Ronnie played with Jolene’s black hair. “Everyone’s going to see my baby now.”
Jolene laughed. “It was like when you were in all of those magazines, love.”
“Oh yeah!” Ronnie rubbed her bristly head. “Do you think Mackenzie is thinking of me?”
Jolene got Ronnie to get up, then cradled her in her arms. “You’ve made the whole world a better place just by being you, dearest.” She kissed Ronnie’s nose, then her lips. “Now please lick my boobs for a bit.” Ronnie dutifully complied.