Chapter 7

Ali was away, abroad; he had simply said that he would be gone for a while. My guess was China, but it really could have been anywhere. I looked out of my front window, and the silver Audi was parked up again. Time to be proactive about it. I grabbed my phone and held it up to my face and started talking into it as if I were having an animated conversation. What I was actually going to do was record the Audi.

I pressed record and walked out of my front door and started pacing around my drive talking into my phone.

“Right, can you hear me now?” I asked no one. I paced up and down my drive, and then seemingly absentmindedly I walked along the path next to the street, heading towards the Audi. I was of course looking at my screen and could see that I had captured a good video of the car, its driver and the number plate.

“Right then, forget it,” I said loudly into my phone, and as if ending a phone call, I actually killed the record. I would send that recording in, and they would let me know about the car. I looked around as if surprised at where I was, shook my head and walked back to my house and let myself in. I had half expected the Audi to start up and drive past me, but it hadn’t. Perhaps they thought that they would be able to get the better of me if I confronted them; I didn’t know.

My front door knocked, startling me, and I half expected the Audi driver to be standing there, but no, it was Alice.

“Are you free? Can you come round?” She asked.

“Er, yes, give me five minutes.” I replied, I would need a quick wash; I never knew what was on Alice’s mind these days.

I shut the door and went up to my ensuite and pulled my dress up, deciding that was not practical; I couldn’t hold my dress up and wash my groin at the same time. I pulled it off and hung it over the bannister just outside. I ran a bowl of warm water and then washed my fanny and thighs.

Dressed once more, I popped next door to see Alice.

“Come in, come in,” she said as she opened the door.

I kissed her cheek and then asked, “How are you, sweetie? Not seen you for a few days. Is Alan alright? And don’t forget you told me he had a big dick and that I was welcome to use it.”

“He does and you are, but that is not why you are here.”

“Why then?”

“Well, I was chatting to Tabitha at the gym.”

“Okay, you know someone called Tabitha, and you go to a gym – two things I didn’t know about you.”

“She wants to meet you, and I thought I could take you to the gym on a guest pass.”

“I am not sure about that.”

“Why? Don’t you work out? Anyway, it is a private Ladies Only gym.”

“Oh, what does it have? I am not interested in pumping iron.”

“It has all that stuff for sure, but it also has a pool and a sauna and a Jacuzzi, as well as various resistance machines. We never go to the pumping iron bit; they are all just butch types, you know, men in ladies’ bodies.”

“Why does she want to meet me?”

“Well, I told her a little about you, and I may have hinted at, you know, us, and she was so excited she really wants to meet you.”

“You told her what about us? I didn’t know that there was an us,” I said. I was mentally chuckling; she was so easy to wind up.

“How you gave me the most mind-bending moment that I have ever had.”

“Oh, you know, I kind of thought that was a private moment, mind-bending though it was.”

“Well, you know how we girls talk.”

“Actually, no, I don’t.”

“Come to the gym with me and you’ll find out.” She paused and looked at me.

“Now, if you are free this morning,. I can drive; I have a car park pass.”

The truth is that I was at a bit of a loose end with Ali away and not yet knowing who the Audi people were, so why not?

“What do I wear? I don’t have gym kit.”

A lot of it is clothing optional; it is girls only, but you can wear a swimsuit, or leggings and a top, whatever you like.”

“Okay, give me twenty minutes to go and get ready.”

I went back home and stripped off. What to wear. My red and white vertical striped swimsuit was the most obvious choice, and I could put some leggings and a T-shirt over the top and a pair of sliders. That would do. I grabbed my front door key and phone and went back round to next door.

It took about fifteen minutes to get to the gym, and Alice parked in the members-only car park. The car park was adorned with private parking signs and warnings that unregistered cars would be clamped, and there was a two hundred pound release fee. I suppose this near the centre of town, they had to be quite strict; otherwise, it would be a commuter free-for-all.

We went inside; Alice entered her car registration on a tablet by the main desk and then signed me in as a guest. In the changing rooms I grabbed a locker and put my stuff in, stripping down to my swimsuit, and as I turned to speak to Alice, I realised her clothing was indeed optional; she was nude, and the locker key was hanging around her neck on a lanyard.

“I have a spare lanyard,” she said, offering me one. I shrugged, peeled off my swimsuit and put the locker key on the lanyard and hung it around my neck.

“This way,” she said, heading off past a sign warning that the use of mobile phones and cameras was prohibited.

The pool was not huge, but certainly big enough for the relatively small number of users. To one side was a bubble pool, and to the back a Jacuzzi-style hot tub. Virtually all the users were wearing costumes, but there were a few baring their all. Alice slipped into the pool, and I followed. The water was surprisingly warm, and I swam across to the bubble pool area and sat as the bubbles played up under my bottom and around my crotch.

“There she is,” Alice called to me, pointing to a dark-haired girl swimming towards us.