Most guys would have chosen the blond. And she was exactly my type!

And why the heck not? Tall, long legged beauty with large, firm, high cones that threatened to poke through the pale yellow tank top she was wearing. Gorgeous blue eyes that sparkled as she smiled back at me. An eighteen or nineteen year old so fresh and ripe she took a man's breath away.

But for some reason it was her little, dark haired friend that had grabbed my attention when the two had walked into my office. There was a gamin like cuteness to her that just drew me in. I momentarily wondered if she'd turn out to be worth the trouble.

The club was simply called 'courseys college bods'. I'd opened it up three years ago in the four story aging, red brick industrial building I'd bought with some profits I'd made in the tech stock boom. Yahoo and Google and Dell had paid for the weights and machines and fancy locker rooms. Had also paid for the modern two thousand square foot apartment I'd built for myself on the top floor.

It was located just east of the campus, part of an area that was quickly becoming the 'in' entertainment area. It was a trendy zone that still had a certain edginess to it and which catered to the thousands of students that flooded into our city in the first week of September every year. And university students these days have lots of money to spend. I had an Internet Café/Juice Bar on the ground floor that stayed open 24/7, a photography studio on parts of the first and second floor, and the fitness club which took up part of the ground floor, half of the second and all the third. The operation had been a gold mine since it had opened.

"We're interested in joining the gym," the short, dark haired cutie blurted out before she settled her small but perfectly shaped teenage fanny into the chair.

"Hi ladies, I'm Jim Coursey," I announced in my salesmans voice, standing with a big smile on my face, my hand extended to shake theirs.

"Didi... Didi Palmer," blondie said with a big smile as she took my hand in hers. "And this is my friend Melissa Taylor... Mel," she added.

"We'd like to know how much it'll cost to join... for the school year," Mel asked without standing or hardly even acknowledging me. Rich bitch I guessed immediately. The kind that could get my dander up. I usually didn't like these short, mouthy girls.

Even though she wasn't much over five two, and she was wearing baggy sweats both top and bottom, I could see at a glance she was an athlete. Something about the way she held her shoulders instantaneously made me think swimmer, a thought only strengthened by her black hair that was cut short in a tight spiky bob and which highlighted her pale skin and dark eyes.

"It depends... there are quite a few factors involved," I delayed, not willing to let this young girl take my fun away from me. I loved making my salesman's spiel. "I better give you two a tour first."

"Can't you just tell us the price?" she asked, the irritation clear in her voice.

Oh sweetie, I thought, I'm going to have some fun with you. "You haven't even filled in the application form yet. Now c'mon girls, let me show you around."

"We have friends who are members... we know all about the club... I'm in a rush," bossy Mel insisted.

Are you, I thought. "All right Miss Taylor, while I give Didi a quick tour you can start filling in your application. Flicking my intercom I told my assistant, "Jill, I'm going to put a Miss Taylor in the conference room, could you give her the Gold Star Triple X application form please?"

I could hear the excitement in Jill's voice when she answered, "Of course sir." She knew from past encounters that she was going to be entertained this morning.

"But," young Melissa protested when I'd deposited her with the waiting Jill who, grinning, held the five page, double sided, single spaced, 'special' application form in her hands.

"We'll be back soon young lady," I promised Mel as I took the pretty blonds arm, and then escorted her towards the cardio room.

Twenty-five minutes later I led a delighted Didi back into my office. I'd given her my number one sales pitch and she was dying to sign on the dotted line. And after twenty-five minutes of drinking in this beauty's body I was going to make it very easy for her! But maybe not so easy for her friend.

"Melissa's probably getting impatient," Didi said as we both turned and watched her friend sitting next door through the one way glass that looked from my office into the conference room.

"Why don't we finish you up first Didi, then I'll get around to your little impatient friend. Here, why don't you fill this in," I said as I passed a one page form across my desk. It simply asked name, address, phone numbers, e-mail address, height, weight and student status.

"This doesn't seem like the form you gave Mel," she said as she slipped the form back to me a minute later all filled out.

Ignoring her reference to her friend, I said as I started to type figures onto my computer screen, "You know Didi; I think you're going to be very happy with our price."

"I am?"

"You qualify for just about every discount going... and... gosh, look," I said pointing to the screen, "You're our one hundredth new member this month... that doubles the discounts."

"It does?"

"Uh huh. Look, the standard monthly rate is usually three hundred dollars."

"WHAT! Three hundred," the shocked coed squealed, "I could never afford that."

"Yes, but after all the discounts, the special promotions, it works out to just twenty-five bucks a month for you, and of course you also get one free massage and one free session with one of our trainers thrown in."

"Wow!"

"Only $200 smackers total for the eight month long school year. Would you like to pay by cheque or credit card?" I asked with a salesman's smile.

"Credit card," she announced eagerly and then slapped down a Gold Visa card that her rich daddy had happily provided her. "But what are all these discounts anyway Mr. Coursey? How did the price go from three hundred a month to only twenty-five?" Didi asked wonderingly as I ran her card through the machine.

"Please, call me Jimmy. That one's the student discount," I said pointing to the first deduction, a thirty percent chop. "And that one is because you're nineteen, that one is because you're blond, that one"

"Blonds get a discount?" she interrupted.

"Of course! Haven't you noticed how we're always picked on? Made fun of?" I asked as I ran my hand through my golden locks.

"I know... I hate it, it's really not fair." she agreed. "They're always saying we're stupid."

"Exactly! So here we give twenty-five percent off for being blond."

"Mel won't get it?"

"She's not blond, is she? And this discount is because of your height, we prefer tall girls here, and this one is because you have blue eyes," I continued as I ran my finger down the list.

"And what's this last one?" she asked, pointing to the last five per cent deduction on the list.

"It's because I like you," I whispered.

When the beaming beauty finally got up to go I asked her to send in her friend. Then I watched through the glass as Didi talked excitedly to the obviously impatient and angry Melissa.

"What kind of stupid application form is this?" an irate Mel demanded almost before she was through the door to my office. "What does all this have to do with joining a health club? Didi said her form was only half a page long," she added as she slapped the five page form down on my desk.

"This is a Gold Star application Miss Taylor."

"I want the same darn one Didi got. I didn't ask for any Gold bloody star," the little teen fumed.

"Unfortunately Didi got the last student special we had available."

"I'm a student."

"I'm sorry Miss Taylor, but management only allows a limited number of student specials each year. That's why I gave you the next best thing — the 'Gold Star Triple X'," I said with a big smile.

"But these questions have nothing to do with joining a health club," she said as she held the five page form up and waved it in my face. "Some of these questions are even against the law to ask," she added angrily.

"They are? Which ones?" I asked with a serious look.

"Well," she started as she leafed through the pages. "Like this one, 'Are you a lesbian?' or this one, 'Are you a virgin?' or this one, 'How many times a week do you masturbate?'," she read.

"Perfectly reasonable questions. It helps our staff tailor a program that meets all of your bodily needs. We are a health club miss," I said while trying to keep a straight face.

"Are you crazy? I didn't answer half of your stupid questions."

"I didn't design the form," I lied. "Are you ashamed of being a lesbian; I thought all you girls were proudly out of the closet now... marching in parades... kissing in public..."

"I'm not a lesbian!" the little sweetie shouted.

"Well that's excellent. The heterosexual girls shower and change room is much, much nicer than the lesbian's."

"What! You have two separate rooms for women?"

"Yes Miss Taylor. You don't expect us to let innocent heterosexual coeds be preyed upon by deep voiced, men haters do you?... If you had only taken the tour with Didi and I you'd know all this. We could have saved time. I better just tick off heterosexual on your form so we don't put you in with the lesbians," I said as I took the form from her hand.

And then the little swimmer blushed beet red when I went on to ask, "So are you a virgin then?" My god, I thought watching the embarrassed girl, she is a virgin. Christ, and I'd come to believe that our great university didn't accept unbloodied young women into their midst anymore.

Finally recovering Melissa simply spat out, "How much... how goddam much to join?"

I spent minutes scribbling on a scrap piece of paper. No computer printout for little Mel. "Two hundred and thirty-five..."

"Didi said hers was only two hundred for the year," the again irate cutie said.

"... a month," I finished.

"WHAT?"

"Which totals twenty-eight hundred and twenty Miss Taylor. For you I'll round it down to an even two thousand eight hundred dollars."

"You don't want me here do you?" the little darling accused.

"Of course we do Melissa. You do understand what the Gold Star XXX Membership comes with don't you? You get a free massage each week from one of our trained staff as well as a biweekly session with our best trainer. Plus the triple X surprise."

"Which is?"

"You'll like it," I promised.

"Listen Mr. whatever your name is, I have absolutely no intention of paying a penny more than Didi. You people should be dying to have me here. I'm going to be one of the University's top athletes. I'm on a full athletic scholarship. I'll be in the Olympics one day."

"Surely our great centre of learning isn't sponsoring tiddlywinks teams now are they?" I asked smiling. "And when did tiddlywinks become an Olympic sport anyway?"

"You ass! I'm on the swim team," young Mel fumed.

"A little thing like you," I scoffed. "You'll be lucky not to drown in the hot tub."

She was standing now, and I could see a big vein pulsing on her forehead as she almost yelled her next words, "I was the High School Freestyle Champion at 100, 200 and 400 yards for the state of Connecticut last year."

She was almost through the door when I yelled at her back, "I'll make you a bet."

"What?" she asked as she looked back at me.

"Your membership free," I lured.

"How?" she asked as she inched back into the office. It continually amazes me how the rich are always the greediest.

"A race," I offered.

"Huh? What do you mean? With who?"

"You and I... at say... 200 yards freestyle. That is your specialty isn't it?" I asked as I stared at her bio on the Swim America site I'd clicked my computer screen onto seconds earlier.

"You want to race meeee?" she demanded haughtily.

"If I win you pay the full fee. And you aren't allowed water wings when we race," I said with a grin, twisting the knife in a little more.

"When? When you bastard? Today? Tomorrow?"

"Whenever you're free Miss Taylor."

"Okay... tomorrow... at the school pool... I'll be free at... at three."

Within a couple of minutes we had finalized our agreement, had even called in Jill and Didi to witness the pact. "I'll bury you," were her final words before flouncing out of my office, confident that no thirty-seven year old salesman could out swim a potential Olympian.

It'll be close I thought as I studied the computer screens that scrolled in front of me. Her best times, which I easily found at 'Swim America' and on the school athletic site, were just slightly faster than what I'd been swimming lately. An ex collegiate swimmer myself, I still swan nationally competitive times for my age group. I knew I'd be able to beat her with a little gamesmanship.

Twenty-eight hundred bucks and her virginity to boot if I'm lucky, I thought, a big smile on my face. Not a bad morning's work.

There was a crowd of fifteen or so young swimmers on the university's pool deck when I arrived the next afternoon, mostly girls, and my garb of wild Hawaiian shirt and surfing shorts, and a woman's flowered bathing cap, brought hoots of derision from young Mel's friends.

Mel looked like she hadn't stopped being mad since she'd flounced out of my office twenty-four hours earlier. "Ready my dear?" I asked.

But once I'd jettisoned the top I couldn't hide my muscular swimmers body from their appraising eyes. Everyone there immediately knew I'd done some serious swimming at one time. The tone of the watchers became just a little more sober.

I took my time prancing around the pool, even posed, flexing my biceps for her college chums. Then leered suggestively when Mel pulled off her sweats and mounted the blocks.

"Aren't you ready yet?" the impatient and confident Mel demanded from her perch on the starting blocks just a lane over from me.

"Relax Miss Taylor... are you sure you want to be embarrassed in front of your friends?" I asked as I awkwardly windmilled my arms around my head in a poor imitation of the standard warm up.

"It's you who'll be embarrassed," she warned confidently.

"You look quite nice in a bathing suit Miss Taylor... for such a little girl. For a virgin," I said in a voice just she could hear.

"Can we just start?" she asked but I saw the slight blush on her cheeks.

"Soon. Now don't forget our deal. I'll tell you when I'm ready but you can't leave the blocks until I do," I said, outlining the concession she'd readily agreed to the day before.

"Okay, okay. Are you ready nowwww?" she asked facetiously.

"Yes," I said as I edged towards the edge of the block.

Young Mel immediately bent over in the classic start position, her cute, barely covered derriere pointing beautifully up. She had her head turned to watch me as her body quivered in anticipation of the start. Just waiting for my toes to leave the block.

I stretched again and saw how her body was trembling in anticipation. Delayed until I saw she was about to say something. Then I pushed my bathing suit down my legs and watched as her eyes opened wide in shock. Then bent and dove even as I watched my young collegian tumble from the block and fall arms akimbo into the water.

It was all over before we'd started. Oh, she valiantly tried to recover but was still only halfway down the last lap of the pool as I pulled myself from the water and grabbed a towel.

That wasn't fair," the gasping girl yelled at my back when she finally reached the end of the pool.

Almost at the door of the men's locker room I simply turned, smiled once, mooned her, and then disappeared.

"BASTARD!!!" echoed around the pool walls and after me into the men's locker room.

It took her three days to reappear at my office. I'd known she'd eventually come, her pride wouldn't let her welch on the deal.

"It was poor sportsmanship, you're a cheat," she said huffily as she sat down in front of me.

"I didn't think you'd turn out to be a crybaby," I said smirking.

"I'm just a poor student," she said as she threw the check across my desk.

"I thought you were on full scholarship. A rich girl studying free on the backs of the working man."

"I earned it," she snapped back.

"Your father's a multi millionaire," I countered. I'd done a little research on the young coed over the previous couple of days and knew her daddy, a banking executive, had pulled down 13.5 million big ones the previous year. Stock options of course.

"I may not have enough money for food or books because of this," she exaggerated.

"I'll make you a deal then."

"What?" she asked and I could hear the hope in her voice, the hope that her poor-mouthing herself had somehow won my sympathy.

"I'll trade you the check for... uhh... lets say... your watch," I offered and pointed at the silver strap on her wrist.

"Are you crazy," she started but then changing her tune added, "I can't, it's not that valuable but it has sentimental value... my grandmother gave it to me."

We both knew the watch was worth over five grand. "Well I better keep the check then Miss Taylor." And then, as she sat pouting, added, "Thanks to you Miss Taylor, I'll be able to take my girl out on the town tonight."

"The check is made out to the gym, not you."

"I own the gym Melissa."

"WHAT?" she wailed.

"Here's our official booklet, you'll see it lists all our classes, our hours of operation, our rules, etc. etc. This is our free club athletic bag, an official club towel and robe, your locker number and key," I said as I passed the goodies across the desk.

"What's the robe for?" the dour girl asked.

"Since you're a Triple X member and get a weekly massage we thought we'd throw in this designer silk robe as an added bonus," I said with a smile. It had 'bod by coursey' stitched in gold silk just above where her heart would be.

"How do I arrange for these training sessions and massages anyway?"

"Just call up the number here Miss Taylor," I said pointing to a number at the back of the book, "And tell us your schedule and we'll arrange everything."

"Is there a list of the masseuses? Can I choose who I want?"

"Of course you can Melissa. Now let me see, you're dark haired, short, female, lesbian, cranky..."

"I'm not... What does that have to do with anything anyway?"

"Yes, there's only one of our staff that handles someone with all those disabilities," I said, ignoring her interruption.

"Who is she?"

"Me."

"You're a masseur?"

"Uh huh."

"I want somebody else... a woman."

"Sorry."

"It's not fair."

"Ask around, you're very lucky, everyone says I'm the best."

"I'll bet," young Mel said as she rose with her hands full of our giveaways.

"And if you stop at Jill's desk she'll take your picture and issue you your official 'Gold' card," I said to the young swimmers departing back. I thought I heard 'asshole' muttered as Mel tramped down the hall

I only saw Melissa a couple of times over the next few weeks and although I noticed from our computer login system that she was coming in most days there was no real discernable pattern to the times of her workouts. She didn't call to schedule a massage.

And then, late on a Wednesday evening in the third week after she'd joined, I found her doing bench presses alone when I returned to close the gym after a late dinner.

"Miss Taylor?"

"Hello," she mumbled even as she fought to lift the weight off her chest.

"You know better than this," I said angrily as I helped her lift the bar the last three inches.

"What?" she said even though she knew what I meant.

"OUT! If you're this bloody stupid I don't want you here anymore. I'm not coming in here some morning and finding you dead under some bar you couldn't lift. Don't you have a brain in your pretty little head? I thought you were an adult... you're supposedly a trained athlete."

She knew I was serious, that this wasn't some petty act. "I'm sorry... I was late... I was supposed to train with friends," she started lamely.

"It's eleven thirty at night... you're the only person in the fucking gym... we have machines you coulda used. Now get out of here before I get really mad," I raged. She got up off the bench with a real hand-dog expression on her face, and without another word started trudging towards the locker room.

"Hey you," I yelled.

"What now?" she asked turning.

"You haven't used any of your free massages, your training sessions."

"I've been busy."

"Use em or lose em sweetie."

"I'm not your sweetie."

"If you're not going to use them why not give them to Didi. She enjoyed the one I gave her."

"She did?"

"Uh huh. Now hurry up, I want to close this place by midnight."

She reappeared from the locker room fifteen minutes later just as I had finished getting ready to close up.

"Night," she mumbled as she threw the used towel into the bin and started through the door.

"Hey, wait up."

"Why?"

"I'm finished here, I'll walk you home."

"I don't need someone to walk"

"Shut up for once Miss Taylor."

We walked a block south from the gym before she turned right and led me into the heart of the student quarter. We hadn't talked for five minutes when she finally said, "I sorry... about the gym... the weights."

"I'm a bully sometimes. I shouldn't have yelled," I apologized.

"You were right."

"Is this the Miss Taylor I know and love," I teased, trying to lighten her mood.

"Yeah right."

"I saw you swim last weekend."

"What? You did?"

"Uh huh. And you weren't bad for a rookie." She had won the 200 and come second in the 400 in a meet that had pitted the University against two of its main rivals.

"They didn't cheat," she started but then added a simple, "thanks," as she slowed and turned towards the door of one of the smaller school dorms, a three story apartment building. "I live here."

"Home safe and sound."

"I guess," she said as she slowly mounted the first of three steps that led to the door, almost as if she was unhappy to have got there so soon.

"Hey you," I said as she was about to disappear.

"What?"

"Don't forget the massages."

"Maybe I won't," she said with a wry smile, a smile that that lit up her face and made me tremble. "They thought it was funny," she added hesitantly when I again started to go.

"Who thought what was funny?"

"My friends... at the pool."

"Ah... my swim."

"Your naked swim," she amended with a grin.

"So, you've forgiven me and are now ready to acknowledge my swimming superiority are you young lady?"

"Hah!" she snorted, a laugh gurgling in her voice.

She's just a young kid I said to myself as I slowly walked towards home.

"Hi you," I said into my phone when Jill rang me on the intercom two days later.

"I've got your little friend on the other line. The swimmer," she said with a laugh, having of course heard the story of my naked swim. "She wants to know if you can give her a massage at eleven tonight."

"What, these kids think I work twenty-four seven?" I groused aloud, but secretly elated at the news.

"She said she has classes, swim practice, study hall, it's the only time she can do it. Shall I tell her to get lost?"

"Tonight? Tell her okay, I'll be here til midnight anyway."

"Are you sure? You're not attracted to the little girl are you boss?" she teased.

"Jillllll!"

"This isn't going to be one of those naked massage sessions is it?" she asked laughing.

"Miss Doyle!" I threatened.

"Okay, okay."

She walked in at quarter to eleven that night, found me sitting at the reception desk. Her cheeks were rosy under the bright winter toque she wore. "Cold out?"

"It's freezing! It's like dropped thirty degrees since noon. You don't mind doing this so late?" she asked as she unzipped her ski jacket.

"No, its fine."

"Should I change or," she started to ask.

"Why don't you grab a quick sauna, then shower off. You can enter the massage room from the girls locker room... did you bring your robe?"

"It's in my locker."

"Okay. I'll see you in ten then."

"Where should I go?" Melissa asked after she'd walked into the massage room ten minutes later.

"Maybe the massage table," I answered with a raising of my eyes. I could see she was uneasy as she shuffled slowly towards the waiting bed.

"I knew that," she said as she hopped nervously from foot to foot.

"Are you okay? I just assumed you being a swimmer and all that you must have done this a hundred times."

"Not with a man."

"Oh... Okay listen. Get up on the table in your robe and I'll slip it down your shoulders. Do you have panties on?"

"No."

"Do you want a towel to cover your butt."

"Oh this is stupid," she suddenly said and then undid the belt of her robe and let it fall to the floor. "You're going to see me anyway," she added as she let me watch her for a minute before hopping up on the table and lying on her stomach.

She had one of those bodies that simply takes your breath away. She had wide swimmers shoulders that simply accentuated her tiny waist and flat, muscled stomach. High, round breasts that were surprisingly full for such a small girl. Dark pink aureoles that contrasted beautifully with her pale, translucent skin. Capped by thick, erect crimson nipples. A blood filled blue vein snaked enticingly across her left breast.

At the juncture of her legs a dark triangular stubble grew, so short it hardly masked the door to her sex. The lips of her labia, engorged with blood, spread outward in a flower-like erotic invitation. From the heat of the sauna I wondered, or from her excitement? Her hooded clit just waited to be bared. I yearned to run my tongue along her pink slit.

As she lay face down on the table her bum drew my eyes. Two flawless round, firm spheres protruded upward, bisected perfectly, luring my fingers. My cock twitched urgently in my shorts.

"Relax, I don't hurt," I said when I finally lowered my hands to her upper back and found her trembling and tense.

"That's easy for you to say."

"Didn't Didi tell you I'm an excellent masseur?"

"She said you were too good," she answered as she looked back over her shoulder at me with a tentative smile on her face.

I don't give massages to fat people. Or men. Or people who are old. Or ugly people. Shit, why should I? I'm rich. I only massage beautiful young girls. Period. But it only took me a second to recognize that Miss Taylor had the nicest skin I'd ever touched.

And don't ever believe it if somebody tells you that they had a massage but there was nothing sexual about it. Every single massage between two human beings involves sexual feelings. Even a jaded masseuse who gives twenty professional massages a week can't help but feel sexual stirrings.

And young Miss Taylor, who'd never in her lifetime had had a man touch her so intimately, was clearly both nervous and aroused. I worked her body slowly, kneading, caressing, stretching her in long, deep, slow strokes.

"Your hands are strong," she finally murmured through the towel her cheek was resting on.

"Do you want it softer?" I asked as my two hands ran up and down her hamstrings, the end of each stroke cupping and separating her pert little derriere. I could smell her need wafting up from her pink insides.

"No... it's good, don't stop," she whispered.

"Okay, now turn over," I finally announced with a quick pat on her rump.

She watched my eyes as she slowly turned, watched as my eyes roamed over her ripe body. Her nipples were hard, her vagina open and moist. "You're shaved," I said conversationally as my fingers pushed deeply into her muscled thighs.

"I... we sorta had a bet this summer... my home town swim team," she explained, a blush spreading on her cheeks. "For the big end of summer meet... we all shaved down... it was kinda a joke."

"So you're not planning on going pantyless a la Paris Hilton and showing all your charms to the swimming world?" I asked as my hands moved over her inner thighs.

"I didn't like it. I looked like a little kid," she said nervously, her eyes now carefully watching my fingers as they moved just millimeters from her sex. I continued to slowly massage the young swimmer, my fingers moving relentlessly over her hips and thighs, then back and forth over her flat stomach from her wispy curls almost to her breasts. Her body arched involuntarily upward each time my fingers neared her clitoris, her tiny crimson erection which was bared each time my hands curled outward in their circular caresses.