10. Gym bunnies?
By the time it turned seven that night, Fred was utterly spent. He had signed the contract to buy the apartment and then made the most of having the horniest girlfriend on the planet.
“Don’t you have any other clients today?” he finally thought to ask as she bounced up and down on his cock for the nth time time that day.
“Oh no,” Cara gasped. “I’m mostly paid commission, so I blocked off the whole day to spend with you! It was worth it in more ways than one!”
Fred’s phone began to buzz like a demented wasp in a flagon of mead, and after a couple more bounces, Cara climbed off to let him answer.
The name “Bob” was on the screen, and when Fred pressed the angry red button, an angry red Bob appeared.
“Fred! Why are you naked? Where are you? You were meant to be at the gym at 7! I messaged you the details!” As Bob ranted, Cara giggled in the background. “Is Cara there too? Show yourself, girl!”
Cara pulled a pillow over her naked body and appeared in frame.
“Sorry, Bob! I’ll get him out of here right now!”
“A liability! That’s what you are, Fred! A complete liability!” Bob roared, and disappeared.
“Do you want to drop me back at mine now?” Cara asked, making a move towards her clothes by the end of the bed.
“No way! I want to come back to you after the gym! I’m never sending you home!”
Cara giggled again.
“If you say so, sir! I’ll have to pop home for some clothes, but that can wait until tomorrow. Have fun at the gym!”
Once in the car, Fred followed the instructions in Bob’s message.
The gym was further out than Camden, where The Rock Tavern was located, but not as far as the field where Cara’s blowjob had taken him.
Vans and lorries were parked around mostly empty offices and warehouses, and the only sound was the pumping bass of a dance track that swelled into a tune as Fred walked in through the door.
To his right was a huge open space, full of strange machines and hot, sweaty beings.
Some of them seemed human, but others clearly weren’t, or not quite.
His eyes were drawn to a trio of women, in matching, tiny tops, with giant bunny ears, and powerful part-bunny legs.
They chattered away to each other as they ran on matching running machines, alternating between a lollop and a more human gait.
“I see you’ve spotted the Cottontop girls,” a voice appeared in his ear.
He turned to find himself staring into a naked, male chest, then looked further up to find a benevolent smile.
“Chester,” the voice rumbled down to him, as its owner extended his hand. “And you must be Fred. Let me give you the tour.”
Fred shook Chester’s hand. His grip was strong, firm and confident, and Fred tried to return the same energy with all the other hands he shook that night.
“We close to most non-magical beings at 6,” Chester explained.
“And we put a hex on any customers who insist on coming in after that. The second they step out of these doors, they forget anything strange they saw, and just remember their own training. I’ll introduce you to some of the key magical players before we get started on your routine. ”
They started with the Cottontops, and Fred resisted the urge to kiss them on the hand as he had Cara. As it was, shaking their soft hands while he made sure to focus on their eyes, rather than their assets, was thrilling enough.
They moved around the room, between all kinds of machines, shaking hands with magical beings of all shapes or sizes.
“You’re lucky you’re completely humanoid,” Chester explained. “Some of these guys spend all day, every day, trying to blend in, holding their true selves back. When they get here they can let everything out.”
They walked over to some tall, metal racks, where a woman with straight, black hair held a metal bar over her shoulders with heavy disks at each end. She squatted right down, the tips of her huge, red wings touching the ground shortly before her beautiful, rounded arse did.
When she paused and put the bar back on the rack, Chester made the introductions.
“Meet Dina, one of the few Dragons of London who make it out here on a regular basis,” Chester said, his voice brimming with admiration.
“Hey, big boy! How come you never called?”
Fred’s heart leapt up into his throat and his cock twitched into life.
It was the very first girl from his very first night on Earth!
The girl who had ridden him in The Rock Tavern that first, joyous night, before Bob dragged him away.
The girl he assumed had got away forever!
It was only five days ago, but it felt like a lifetime.
Now he had a fortune, an apartment and… a girlfriend…
“Uh… it wiped off before I even knew what it was,” he muttered.
“Well, you’re here now. Pass me your phone.”
Fred passed his mobile over and watched her click and tap a moment, before her own mobile buzzed back at her.
“Right. I have your number, and you have mine. Call me.”
“Now I think about it,” Chester pondered. “You two might make good gym buddies, both this side of the gym and in our more mystical area. Watching you two spar would be a lot of fun.”
Chester’s eyes flicked between them, admiring their evident strength.
“Let’s put you through your paces, Fred. Dina, can Fred work in with you?”
“It would be my pleasure.” Dina’s eyes flicked all over Fred’s body. “We wouldn’t want a body like this softening up now, would we? It’s a pity you’re not really dressed for the gym.”
Chester and Dina both looked at Fred now.
“I could take my shirt off?” Fred offered.
“That would be a good start,” Dina answered, that half-smile he recognised from her image on his phone floating across her lips.
As he pulled his t-shirt up over his head he caught admiring glances from around the room, that flicked away when they caught his eye.
Fred felt a pulse of pride throb through him.
Back home he was a freak of nature, but on this planet, especially in this space, he was the goal weaker mortals were working towards.
“Can I take your picture?” Chester asked. “I like to keep a ‘before’ and ‘after’ record of my clients.”
“Sure.”
Chester had Fred pose by the squat rack, his arms flexed, and flanked by the beautiful Dina. When he showed Fred the photo his mind went right back to The Rock Tavern and Dina riding him. He needed to make that happen again, preferably naked.
“Let’s see how you cope with what Dina’s squatting.”
Fred had never needed to try to be muscular, although the military had kept him fit, so this was a fun, new experience.
Chester had Dina demonstrate the correct form, meaning Fred had to watch her slowly lower her bulging buttocks down to the ground.
He tried to listen to all the points Chester was making, but he was far too distracted by Dina.
She wore even less than that first night at The Rock Tavern, with her shorts cut just above the edge of her buttocks, so he could see where they curved into her leg, and so tight that he could see where they dipped right between her lips.
Her top was a strip of cloth that she had wound under her breasts, over her shoulders, and then down under her arms to cross over her breasts again.
It was tied so tight that her bosoms couldn’t wobble into her way, but the thin strip only just covered her nipples, leaving tender flesh bulging out on both sides.
Fred’s eyes ran the length of that strip of cloth, until he found where it was carefully tied in a bow.
Rather than listen, he imagined pulling at that bow with his teeth, and releasing the treasures beneath.
The weight Dina was squatting was so easy for Fred that it didn’t matter if his form wasn’t quite right.
As Chester focused on making sure Fred’s knees didn’t go past his toes, Dina stood far too close, and trailed a distracting hand over Fred’s back, biceps and buttocks whenever she got the chance.
When Chester moved away to see which equipment would become free next, Dina made her move.
“I can see you like my top, big boy,” she grinned, reaching out to caress his erection through his trousers. “I can’t wear human tops in my dragon form, thanks to my wings. Lucky I found a way round that, isn’t it?”
“Very tasteful,” Fred answered, gruffly, his fingers itching to pull on the ribbon and free Dina’s soft, white orbs.
“Bench press next!” Chester came to tell them, gleefully.
Dina lay back on the bench, her gaze fixed directly above her.
“Oooohhh… if you’re going to become gym buddies, you should start spotting her now!” Chester decided. “Come and stand here where you can grab the bar if she drops it! Not that you will, Dina, darling…”
Fred stood just behind Dina’s head, and readied himself to grab the bar as Chester had told him to. He watched the bar go up and down, and Dina’s breasts going up and down with it. He was very aware that as she looked straight up, her view was of his appreciative bulge.
When it was his turn to lie on the bench, the view got even better. She stood as close as she could, her legs touching his head. He could smell her, all of her, and his excitement mounted again. With each push he looked up at her gently mocking semi-smile, nearly hidden by her glorious breasts.
“Dina’s in here most nights, as am I,” Chester explained, after they had finished on the bench. “Bob has me booked for 7pm every night but Sundays. Just message me to cancel if you ever want a night off.”
Chester had Dina show Fred how to wipe down the equipment each time he finished, while he went to prepare the private studio they would be using for their magical practice.
At every opportunity she trailed a hand over his arm, his back, even his rock-hard cock, whilst showing him where the paper towels were and getting him to wipe down the bench.
As he stood up she drew as close as she could.