Episode 392: BOD ALMIGHTY

Yoga Instructor Daisy Chainwall and her ex-sister-in-law Violet Lovecraft were torn between watching Henry McKellen leave the gym LIFT KITty’s with his employer Amanda Pruitt and secretary Candace Morgan. The competition of visuals rotated toward the slowly crawling bodybuilder Serafina Black led by towel boy Matthew. Mind’s blown but questioning facts, Daisy opted to follow Serafina as she prowled along in front of the young front desk worker Matthew. Matt was terrified but at the same time wanted a good massage. Picturing her naked was right up his alley.

Whomever that crazy guy Sera called master was, he already worshipped the guy for breaking this behemoth broad. Matt liked Sera well enough, but she often thought of him as a punk with no balls. Not the most in shape of the fitness center’s employees he was at least trying. Slowly but surely. Just like Sera in her crawling steps. It was almost as if she were procrastinating on purpose.

Swallowing dryly Matt dared to lightly kick Serafina in the bulging musculature that carved out her gorgeous ass. She barely felt it. Stopping cold in her tracks, Daisy and Violet switched directions fearing a conflict. Showers were needed so both of them along with three other yoga lovers headed into the back room where a four-showerhead concrete room awaited next to lockers.

While most fitness centers frowned on public showers LIFT KITty’s had its own identity and way of doing things. The city and the safety boards were silent to the lapse in judgments, pockets lined by easy money to shut up and back off. Watchtower approved! Of course, they did! Even Kitty fell under their rule to remain in business. Business was good!

Most of Nashville was free to do as they wanted. Not one member cared to question the situation. Not even the fact those showers were unisex, shared by both sexes at the same time, if need be, seemed to make the members edgy. If anything, it made the membership build.

Hot bitches galore came to LIFT KITty’s just for the redneck stripper Dominic Black alone. Guys flocked there just to get a chance to see naked hot chicks on the sly. Most did not mind as long as the guys kept their distance. Unless of course they were Gods themselves and that usually meant hookups.

“Sorry, Sera!” Matthew panicked until Serafina Black chuckled under her breath and shook her ass at him playfully.

“I deserved that, Master Matthew. Henry made it very clear I should obey you and I will.”

“I just don’t get it.”

“Oh, you are going to get it.” She grinned and wagged her ass at him again, her pussy swell due to her muscles puckered outwardly at him. “Better kick start me again. Little harder ... Sir.”

Matthew flared his eyes then tapped her with the toe of his tennis shoe. Another fly on the wall buzz felt she frowned, “HARDER!” Jumping at her voice he reared his leg back and kicked her right up the cunt full force.

Gnashing her teeth, she had only herself to blame for that. “Thank you ... Sir.” She exhaled her pain and began crawling again. Behind some curtains, peeking slyly, Daisy and Violet snickered over the odd match. It was too funny. A glance their way by Sera they ended their snooping. Not so funny now!

The same went for anyone still working out or loitering from the now defunct yoga class. Even a secondary desk jockey like Matthew, a girl named Alyssa Wong found it amusing as she stretched, also a member of that yoga class. Matthew was such a dork. Cute though!

As Sera endured two more kicks from Matt, Alyssa pondered that there might be more to Matt than she thought. A nibble to a fingernail until both Sera and Matt faded behind the massage room curtains, she contended with gossip from the members. As if Alyssa had any answers as to whom Henry McKellen was.

With the gym owner the only one to really know Henry outside of Dominic and Serafina there was an air of mystery behind him. Sera dropping so easily, having such a strong persona most days some felt it was just a setup act. True, yet Sera and Henry did have this unnatural bond of back-and-forth dominion. It was her turn to be the slave missive, so she felt compelled to honor it and bite her own bullet in this game of Russian Roulette. Oh, how that chamber would spin.

Alyssa Wong was probably in better shape than Matthew being a softball player and weightlifting without any unrealistic goal to be as large as Serafina. The feisty brunette had joined LIFT KITty’s a while back, tired of working in a Vitamin Supplement store and seeing so many fitness trainers and the like paying visits. Too many of them volunteered to be her trainer but she knew it was simply to get into her pants. Alyssa was quite a cutie at 5’6, 130 pounds right out of high school, graduating last year from Wellington. GO WEASELS!

Local college bound for Sports Medicine she had it all down to a science. That goal also had her interested in therapy which by LIFT KITty’s having a massage parlor in back the opportunity intrigued her. Only being employed for three weeks she hadn’t yet gotten to speak with Serafina about the possibilities of learning the trade. Sera was the only real masseuse here, so surely, she could use an assistant. Now of course, was not the time to discuss it. Darn it!

Stuck up front by herself she simply did her job. Which pretty much consisted of cleaning up after everyone and tossing used towels into a washer every few hours. Spotting lifters should they need it was a plus; there were quite a few cute guys that came here. What made her giddy most was just how many of those guys wore loose trunks with no support. When lifting on a bench she could count at least four big dicks slyly seen each day she worked. That part of her job she liked as long as they respected her vocally. No angel, but certainly no prude.

“Do you really think Sera is that guys slave?” Violet Lovecraft watched a fellow yoga ho at her locker getting undressed. Violet loved men and women and that woman was built. Off to another set of showers left Violet to deal with her own. She stripped out of her lavender attire and stepped into the shower area, firing up a nice warm rinse of her sweaty physique.

“I guess we’ll find out. It’s been a while since I’ve stepped foot inside Cashanova. It’s not really my scene but hey free drinks is better than going home alone to my dog and watching the History Channel.”

“I get free drinks all the time.”

“From going over to the biker club. Violet, you really need to break away from those guys before they hurt you. Joey needs his mom just as much as my brother Greg. You put way too much responsibility on Greg in raising your son.”

“Joey has grown up a good kid. I take care of him; how can you say that I don’t?”

“You get him once a month Vi. Greg works a fulltime job and does everything around the house. When is the last time you even bothered to clean your apartment?”

“I’m never there to mess it up. It’s always spotless. I freshen it up before Joey stays over.” Due to spending every night with another biker or three. Violet was a biker bitch with finesse. They paid her like an escort very well for her sexual services. So yes, there at home to shower and change at most. She slept elsewhere every single night. As gorgeous as Violet was along with her nympho lifestyle, she had the world by its balls. At least she only drank, no drugs since her youth. A near overdose at 16 changed her mind on that obstacle.

“Why even waste your oh, so, hard-earned money on an apartment then?” Daisy stripped down and joined Violet one showerhead over. Both of them hard bodies without being overly muscled they were sexy as hell. Which was why a few guys who had been working out opted to cut their routine short just to share a shower with them.

“It’s cheap and it gives me residence for Joey. Maybe when he graduates, I’ll just sign over my lease to him and still pay his rent.” Violet noted a big black buck of a weightlifter taking off his sweaty workout clothes and playing it cool in stepping into the showers, not even looking at them. “It is in a nice place at least. No ghetto.” The word ghetto made him look. “Sorry!” She gnashed her teeth, “I live in a bad neighborhood.”

He nodded and washed his huge dick arrogantly in front of her. Ego was definitely a best friend to LaVont Parks. His real friend Whirl aka Willy Pearl, not nearly as large in body size joined them to the left of Daisy. Bookends with the girls being the books. No one spoke out of turn, but the ladies definitely knew the guys were beating off looking them over in short glances, likely hoping they might assist them out of lust. Not today!

“So, what’s this about some job at Horton-Dexter? Are you actually wanting to work a real job?”

“I guess I just want something new in my life. Piper, the school counsellor, is fucking Horace Tart.” She certainly wasn’t protecting that secret as she had meant to. “They’re not dating I don’t think, she is more of a plaything. Horse seems to really like her though. She’s supposed to drop over Wednesday for his son Zach’s birthday party. She is going on that poker run with Horse up to Gatlinburg, Tennessee. That should be really fun, I can’t wait for that.”

“Charity fund raiser?”

“Yes. Charon’s granddaughter has leukemia, so the club put the run together to raise money for Cindy.” Aaron Gibbs was his true name. Charon fit him because he liked fishing and took people out on his boat for a coin fee. The moniker stuck at a young age, even if he was 55 now.

“Aww! That’s horrible, but good on two levels. Tell Aaron I’m sorry and I’ll gladly donate.”

“You should ride along too.”

“I am no man’s biker bitch, Violet.” Daisy caught Whirl point his dick right at her ass as she bent forward to soap up her legs. Violet winked at Whirl while Daisy’s attention was on her lower body. He in turn nodded with a grin. Violet opted to play along and bent to wash her own legs which lent a few minutes to LaVont to turn facing her. Twerking to encourage him he thrashed his cock like a beast. A silent nut he shot his load on Violet’s tight little ass. She felt it but played coy. Being a cum slut she was more than happy to offer her flesh to a milk bath.

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Daisy had different ideas she stood up and finished her shower and shut the water down. Walking off to dry herself Violet silenced Whirl and slyly turned and moved closer so that he could also nut on her ass while Daisy’s back was to them. Not touching either big dick she did wipe her ass off with her fingers and sampled their jizz. Respect! A fast rinse of her ass and washing her hands she closed out her own shower and fluttered her fingers at the guys. Too much fun!

Alyssa having checked the dryer for dry towels brought some fresh warm whites into the shower room and noticed the occupants. Big black boys made her bulge her eyes. Erections huge and dripping semen she had to look away. Spotting wet Violet prepping to grab a provided towel, Alyssa jumped in. “These are fresh out of the dryer. Nice and toasty warm still.”

“Perfect! Thanks’ Alyssa.” Violet swiped one. An offer to Daisy she was pretty much dry already, so she declined.

“We’ll take one.” LaVont shut his water down and stepped closer holding his hand out. Alyssa turned beet red but regardless handed him one. Another for Whirl who stood next to her, both of their hard cocks a mere foot from her. If she were greedy, she could have grabbed both of them but chose to pass the towels, then quickly evade them. Daisy shook her head at the guys.

“Unisex or not, you two are being assholes.”

“How’s that?” LaVont winced! “I just asked for a hot towel.”

“She’s just a kid.” Nineteen, but still.

“I’m fine, Daisy.” Alyssa spoke up! “I’m sure they didn’t mean any harm. I just need to get used to this part of the job.”

“Nope! No harm.” Whirl dried his upper body but left his big erection pointed right at all three ladies. “What was that crap about earlier? Who was that white dude who had Serafina on her knees?”

“Henry, something.” Violet offered, drying her tummy but pressing in on her clit with a subtle tease. “Some shit about him being Sera’s master. BDSM stuff! I’m not buying it though. I know that lifestyle well. I drop and bob with the best of masters.” She giggled! Alyssa flared her eyes at Violet’s admission. “Besides, we all know Tanisha Hobbs is Sera’s pet. That had to be a game they played us with.”

“We’re not talking slave shit.” LaVont grumbled! “Family history.”

“Different time and you know that.” Daisy sighed! “Why does race always have to zero in on anything controlling by choice. If Sera wants to obey Henry that’s on her. What I don’t get is I’ve seen her boss people around herself. Yes, Tanisha, but others too. There has to be more to it.”

“Do you think... “ Alyssa interrupted! “Sera is hurting Matthew?”

“No loud pussy boy screams yet.” Violet giggled! “I doubt it.”

“Are you two going to just stand there pointing your dicks at us?” Daisy rolled her eyes while digging into her bag for a short stretchy white mini skirt and another darker yellow off the shoulder pullover like her yoga wear. White pumps completed her attire.

A blow dryer taken out she left Violet to go to a basin mirror and plug it into an outlet. Her hair much shorter than Violet’s it took no time at all to dry. Violet had finally gotten dressed after teasing the guys a bit. She was seated on the bench and rubbing her clit while Daisy wasn’t looking. Alyssa chose to vacate with her final load of towels from a basket which included those just used. Both LaVont and Whirl got dressed up like pimps.

“You two look snazzy.”

Violet grinned, now wearing a black leather miniskirt and a dark purple single button blouse that stopped short of her skirt’s waist to expose her belly button. The blouse was rounded at the bottom to encompass and compliment her torso. Above that button was pure cleavage, no restraints. The jiggle would follow the wiggle. Getting up she borrowed Daisy’s blow dryer for a quick brush and fuss.

“I figure we might as well walk over to Cashanova.” Whirl spoke up buffing his black shoes on a towel. “A gal we ran with a few years back started dancing there.”

“That’s where we’re going. That Henry is over there.” Daisy nodded, now that the guys seemed less belligerent. “He invited me. I’m curious to learn more about him.”

“Cool! Walk you ladies over there?” LaVont offered!

“Sure! Just don’t think we’re your dates.”

“Naw! We have girls.”

“I’m sure you do.”

Violet finished, the ladies packed up and were joined on the way out. A quick toss of their bags in their cars the four walked across the lot. Alyssa sad to see them go, found the gym near a ghost town suddenly. Just since she started that final load of towels the fitness center had cleared out for the evening. Alone save for two less than appealing men on cardio bikes Alyssa turned and shot a glance back at the curtain cloaking the massage area. Unable to resist snooping she took a cautious stroll up to the curtains entry way and just listened.

Hearing Matthew mumbling incoherently, she dared to pinch the curtain in order to peek inside. What she found made her drop her jaw. Matthew lay stretched out naked on Sera’s massage table on his belly. The true shocker was that Matt’s lengthy cock dangled downward through a porthole in the table itself. He was hard as a rock while Serafina worked his shoulders and draped heated Nuru gel all over his body. Glossy from head-to-toe Matthew was certainly enjoying it.

“Whoa! Matt has a big dick. How did I never notice that? Unless he just never got hard around me. He’s really never hit on me or anything so maybe I’m not his type. It doesn’t matter really; it’s not like I want any boyfriend. I just like...” She pondered over the black guys, “ ... looking!”

Not quite the truth but she had only been with one guy ever concerning intercourse and that went sour when he couldn’t keep it up. She concluded it was totally her fault. So, yes, less than stellar success with guys. Which she was okay with overall. That was only three months ago so the stress of companionship was not any huge deal. Yet!

Serafina stood to his right and was dipping her hand graciously into a large salad bowl that held her Nuru gel. She wore a tank top which she had changed into and white terry thin shorts. As of yet she hadn’t gotten herself sloppy, it appeared as if at the time it was all about relaxing Matthew.

Mighty hands made the boy coo like a pigeon and groan with each squeeze to a body part. As if sensing Alyssa, Serafina turned her head and winked. “Crap! She knows I’m spying. There goes, my chances of being her protege.” Not necessarily! A finger to her lips Sera calmed Alyssa and made the hand gesture of turning a key then pointed toward the front doors. Eyes wide Alyssa nodded then backed away.