Chapter 80: Melissa: Monday

I’m diverted from another tedious morning of serving coffee and tea to another group of Madame Bernice’s guests by a ‘may I borrow Melissa?’ request from Madame Natasha. Even though I know what this task will entail, I’m pleased when Madame Bernice approves the request. I promptly follow Madame Natasha into the small gymnasium at the rear of the Recreation building, E5.

“Have you ever lifted weights?” asks Madame Natasha as we enter the gym.

“Not since school, Madame. And I only used small five pound weights.”

“Well I’m going to be half an hour doing my daily routine, so you can amuse yourself by seeing how many lifts you can do with the club’s weights. You can start with these dinky five pounders, but if you want to impress me, try the ten pound versions after you’ve warmed up.”

“Yes, Madame,” I reply, not really enthusiastic about doing this, but knowing better than to refuse.

I watch Madame Natasha begin her routine with heavy weights that I’m not sure I could roll never mind lift. I play my part and begin lifting the two hand-held five pound weights. Despite the intervening years, I manage to recall my training at school, and use the correct technique to lift them. However, eight lifts is all I can manage before my arms can take no more.

“Two more and you can take a break, Melissa,” calls Madame Natasha.

I wasn’t aware that she was watching me, and I feel awkward at only managing what I did. I must seem like a pathetic weakling compared to the large weights Madame Natasha is lifting. Despite my aching arm muscles I complete two further lifts. Sweat is dribbling down my chest and arms and I could do with a shower.

“Sit over there while I finish my routine. You can try the ten pound weights another time.”

I kneel rather than sit on the mat in the corner since my arse is still tender from Saturday’s walloping. By the time Madame Natasha is finished, she’s glistening with sweat. She looks quite sexy if you are into that sort of effect.

“Come on Melissa, we’ll use the facilities in E5C to freshen up,” says Madame Natasha.

Most of the recreation rooms in E5 are designed and decorated as themed play rooms, ranging from a sheik’s harem to small intimate bedrooms. Regardless of the theme, they each contain a private bathroom. E5C is one of the medium sized bedrooms used for private threesomes and foursomes. Madame Nicole and Olivia occasionally spend a night together in one of the small bedrooms, and Madame Chloe and I have considered doing the same. However, she and I need to keep our relationship discreet, and cannot risk being seen together coming or going into one of these rooms as night. That issue is academic for the moment, as I’m spending my nights in the alcove in Madame Bernice’s suite.

Madame Natasha has clearly planned ahead. Room E5C must be booked in her name, as the door opens as soon as she presses her palm against the pad by the door. Since she could have used the shower in the gymnasium if she was alone, she was clearly anticipating company.

The moment we are inside, Madame Natasha starts undressing me. She’s mindful of my injuries, but she isn’t overly gentle as she removes my wrap-around skirt. Without being told, I remove Madame Natasha’s top. Her tits bounce free. They’re almost as firm as Madame Chloe’s and mine, despite Madame Natasha being ten years older than us.

We are both covered in sweat, and the pungent smell of Madame Natasha’s sweaty armpits is doing strange things to my insides. As ridiculous as it sounds, I find myself becoming aroused. Madame Natasha places her hands on top of my head and forces me down onto my knees until my face is aligned with her cunt.