20
The locker room shower was a tight squeeze for all three of them, but it was an effort they were more than happy to make.
They had spent a solid few minutes just catching their breath.
Isabella had taken the longest to get back on her feet and stop trembling.
Brandon, on the other hand, was still wired with the pent-up tension of his ruined orgasm.
He could have run a marathon right then and there if it meant finally getting some release.
Amanda pulled the two of them into the shower stall, adjusting the water temperature.
Brandon started to say he needed to get back to his post at the club. After all, he’d already been gone way too long and was asking for trouble. But the words died halfway out of his mouth. There was no way in hell he was giving up this moment with them.
The blonde pinned Isabella’s hair up before pulling her under the spray. The brunette smiled, still looking pleasantly dazed. Wedging herself between Brandon and Amanda, Isabella kept facing the boy. She rested her hands on his shoulders and kissed him with sweet affection.
“You did so good… sooo good.”
Brandon shivered at the kisses and the praise.
“Tell him, Amanda. He earned it.”
A smirk curled the corner of Amanda’s mouth, and she gave a slow nod.
“He did. He’s an obedient pet, after all.” She stepped in close and wrapped her arms around Brandon, striking a massive contrast to the stern, punitive attitude she’d shown just minutes earlier. “A shameless little puppy, but an obedient one.”
Brandon was in pure heaven. Pressed tight between their bodies, sandwiched in a tangle of breasts and thighs, he could have died happy right there. His broken-down car, the job, the overdue rent… all of it could burn in hell. He didn't care.
“Mmm… this is so…” Isabella squeezed him tighter. “Yes. Such a good, obedient pet.”
If Brandon had a tail right then, it would’ve been wagging like crazy.
“Brandon, where on earth have you been?”
Laura appeared from the stone pathway leading toward reception, her heels clicking sharply against the hard ground.
Her usual icy, formal posture clashed with the relaxed impression she’d left during their recent run-in at the grocery store.
The tight jeans were gone, replaced by the crisp pantsuit of the club uniform.
“Ma'am?”
“I’ve been looking for you. I checked your station twice and you weren't there.”
I was being treated like a dog, licking Isabella and getting stepped on by Amanda in the locker room, ma'am. Hands down one of the best days of my life. The thought fought to claw its way out of his mouth, but Brandon managed to hold back.
“I was helping Mr. Langley down by the tennis courts. He kind of dragged me all over the place.”
Laura stopped right in front of him, weighing his excuse until she seemed satisfied. Then she noticed his wet hair.
“And what’s with that?”
“I was sweating like crazy helping him. Just splashed some water on my face so the members wouldn't have a reason to complain.”
“Good call.” That seemed enough for her, even if a flicker of suspicion lingered in her eyes. “You forgot to sign your pre-employment physical. I have no idea how that slipped through the entire onboarding process.”
“Sorry about that, ma'am.”
“Laura. You can call me Laura.” For a second, her manager mask slipped, letting a coy little smile peek through. It was an opening Brandon appreciated, and he returned it with a grin.
He took the clipboard and form from her hand and began to sign. Laura watched him. Then she stepped in a few inches closer and subtly sniffed the air around him.
“Funny. I think I recognize that perfume.” Her tone wasn’t accusatory, just that of someone trying to recall where she’d smelled it before.
Brandon scrambled to rehearse an excuse, but nothing useful came to mind as he handed the clipboard back. Laura inspected the signature and seemed satisfied.
“See you around, Brandon.” The farewell was far less frosty than usual.
Brandon gave a small wave and stood there for a beat until Laura started walking back.
Once he was alone, he yanked his shirt collar up to his nose to sniff it, paranoid that the sweat from his session with Amanda and Isabella was strong enough to notice.
All he could catch was the faint trace of Isabella’s perfume… and the heady scent of her orgasm.
The rest of the day passed in a total blur. The hours drifted like background noise, his mind entirely consumed by reliving the locker-room adventure and the shower he’d shared with both girls.
He didn't run into Monica, which was something of a relief. He didn't have the bandwidth to deal with that right now.
He did, however, see Sally. She was heading toward the fitness center with two friends and passed right by him. She greeted him, noting with a cute smile just how good a mood he seemed to be in. Brandon thanked her. He had plenty of reasons to be.
He let the autopilot of daily life carry him to the staff locker room when his shift finally wrapped, then guided him all the way back home.
The cherry on top was the goodnight text he received from both girls, complete with kisses and heart emojis. Does life really get any better than this?
He fell into the peaceful, deep sleep of a kid who had played on the playground all day and finally crashed.
Brandon was, without a shadow of a doubt, a happy man.