Chapter 2
Jordan became the owner of the gym quite by accident. By training, she was a lawyer. She did some legal work for a man who couldn't pay her immediately, so she accepted his offer of a lien on his gym. Two months later, he folded his tent and slinked away in the night with a pretty little blonde bimbo half his age in tow, and Jordan ended up with clear title.
She had been working out at the place regularly, and knew it was turning a tidy profit. She also knew it could do better. The notion of spending all of her time in a fitness center intrigued her. She was sure she would meet a better class of people. She sold her share of the law firm where she worked and became the full-time manager of the gym.
She made only one major change. The previous owner didn't allow men and women to use the facilities at the same time. She extended the closing time to midnight and opened it up for anyone to use at anytime. Almost immediately, the place gained a reputation as a good pick-up place.
Jordan fostered that feature and looked the other way when some of the members got a little rambunctious with each other. Gradually, the bluenoses dropped out and the gym became a real swingers paradise. Jordan bought the building next door and added a bar and a tea room to the gym. Within a year, she was making more money than she ever had as a lawyer. And enjoying herself a lot more!
At the door of her office, Jordan paused and looked around. She saw Mary Jackson coming from the pool, rubbing her long black hair with a towel.
Mary was a five-foot, 100-pound pixie. The bra of her bikini barely covered her saucy little tits. The bottom wasn't much more than a band-aid. She thought that Mary must keep her bush trimmed back to nearly nothing. Anything wider than two fingers would show. Did her husband trim it for her, or did she do it herself?
Mary walked with a lithe, sensuous grace that Jordan envied. like a jungle cat, stalking her prey. Not for the first time, the woman's sexual aura struck her right between the eyes. So far, all of her double-entendres had fallen on deaf ears.
Mary wrapped the towel around her long hair and twisted it. "Hi, Jordan," she said, flashing a bright smile.
"You're out early, Mary. Thought you were a woman of leisure."
"Willard wants me to be. He expects me to sit home on my ass and wait for him to notice me. I have to get away from all that once in a while. Do you have any idea how boring such a life can be?"
"No, I've never had the opportunity to find out."
"Believe me, it's no opportunity," Mary replied.
"I'll take your word for it. Life is full of ironic twists, isn't it? I would like a life of leisure, and don't have it. You have it, and don't want it." Jordan opened the door to her office and gestured with her hand. "Would you like a cup of coffee?"
"Got anything stronger?"
Jordan arched one eyebrow. "This early in the morning?"
"Why the hell not? Makes the time pass faster."
"More-likely it blurs everything so you don't know how slowly it really passes."
"That, too. But I don't care. I'm so fucking bored, I could scream." Mary plopped down in a chair and continued to dry her hair.
Jordan couldn't help looking at Mary's crotch. She guessed she could cover the cloth between her legs with three fingers. Three of her small fingers. The damp material outlined the shape of
Mary's pussy lips. A slight shiver ran down her spine.
"You're not an alcoholic, are you, Mary?" Jordan asked, her voice conveying genuine concern. "I'm not prying or preaching, but.. . "
"No, Jordan. I'm okay. I've been awake since four this morning. Had breakfast, a big, trucker's breakfast, about six. As far as my body is concerned, it's about noon. I could use a Bloody Mary or a Screwdriver."
"Screwdriver coming up." Jordan busied herself making the drink, keeping her back to Mary. "You've been coming here a lot since I bought the place. I might have to give you some kind of discount."
"I don't need money. How about introducing me to one of those young hunks who hang around here, flexing their muscles and showing big bulges in their crotches? Do you know any of them?"
"All of my staff, of course. And several of the members." Jordan handed the drink to Mary, got herself a cup of coffee, and sat in a chair across from her. "Are you serious?"
"Hell, I don't know! I'm tempted to say yes, and scared to death that I might."
"What about Willard?"
"Jordan, you live in a damned dream world! Willard spends his time chasing dollars. Says he's just trying to give me the kind of life I want and deserve. That's a fucking hoot! What I want, what I need and deserve, is a nice steady diet of sex! Do you have any idea how long it's been?"
"Uh, no, Mary, I haven't. Are you sure you that you want me to know?"
"Why not? Shit, I have to talk to somebody before I go out of my fucking mind!" She held out her empty glass. "Got another one of these?"
Jordan fixed a fresh drink and handed it to Mary. She began to pace slowly. Her friend's dilemma frustrated her. She wished she could do something to help, but didn't know what.
"Oh, for God's sake, sit down," Mary said. "You make me nervous, walking around that way."
"You make me nervous talking that way. I'm not sure I want to know all this, Mary."
"Well, do me a favor and listen anyway. I don't have anyone else I can talk to. Don't feel that you have to respond. Just listen."
"I'll try, Mary, but this is so personal."
"Willard doesn't have the slightest idea what he's doing. Do you know that? No, of course you don't. You aren't married to him. He thinks that I expect him to make half of the money in the world! Hell, we could get along just fine with about half of what he makes. I don't want all of that damned money! I want attention! Loving. Fucking. I don't even remember what his cock looks like, for God's sake, let alone what it feels like. And now, to top it all off, I think he's fucking some little floozy from the office."
"Oh, Mary, I'm so sorry! Are you sure? You don't want to jump to conclusions about something like that."
"Well, I'm not sure, but all the signs are there. She's one of the secretaries. You know what I think? I think he just needs to get off once in a while, and she's handy. No pun intended. I sit at home, wishing and waiting, while he fucks her.
"She can't do anything for him that I can't do. And won't do. Shit, I'd do anything he wanted. All he has to do is ask. But she's right there at the office all the time, and I'm miles away, across town. Why doesn't he just jack off if he needs to cum so badly? It just ain't fair, damn it!"
"Life is seldom fair, Mary. But platitudes don't help, do they?"
"No! What would help is a strong dose of good sex. Sucking and fucking and all kinds of kinky carrying-on! God! My mind goes wild and my pussy gets all sloppy and hot just thinking about it! If you know any gentlemen who might be interested, will you steer them my way?"
"I know a couple. They're not the hottest things that ever hit the sack, though. I mean, they're not bad, but they don't have very good imaginations. They know only one way."
"Honey, as long their cocks work, I'm not sure it makes a hell of a lot of difference. A man with no imagination is better than no man at all."
"You're a very pretty woman, Mary. I can't imagine you having trouble getting dates."
"Well, believe it or not, I have trouble approaching a man about that sort of thing. Seems most of them are afraid to make the first move these days."
Mary's anger surprised Jordan. "You know more about that than I do," she replied. "I haven't been out in the world for a long time. The men I know, speaking in the Biblical sense, are, were, friends or business associates. They offered their services and I accepted."
"Friends and business associates will do just fine, honey," Mary said. "As long as they're willing to help out an old woman in desperate need."
"You're not old, Mary! Not by a long shot." Jordan grinned. "If I let you get away with calling yourself old, where does that leave me? There can't be more than two or three years difference in our ages."
"Well, Willard has lots of friends, but I don't know if I could trust them to keep their mouths shut if I let them 'service' me." Mary laughed. "That's a quaint expression, isn't it? Sounds like we're down on the farm and the stud bull is doing his duty."
"I like to think of them as stallions," Jordan said with a giggle. "Although with rare exceptions, the ones I've tried so far have been anything but stallions. Broken down old plow horses might be closer to the truth."
"Sounds like we both have the same problem. Maybe we should go looking together. Ever gone cruising in the bars?"
"No, and I don't think I could. That scene isn't for me."
"Don't you go in for one-night stands?"
"Sure, sometimes. I just don't want to look for them that way. There's no way to tell what you might be getting into. I want to live a long, full, healthy life."
"Yeah, that always bothers me, too. I go out, but I don't do anything. Guess I'm more a talker than a doer." Mary stood, took a deep breath, and tried to make her pert little tits appear bigger. She could feel her stiff nipples poking into the thin material of her bra. All this talk had turned her on! "Maybe I ought to find myself a nice girl. No one would suspect anything." She leveled a hard gaze at Jordan. "Are you exclusively heterosexual, Jordan? Do you ever stray across the line?"
Jordan hid her surprise. Was this the opening she'd been waiting for? Even if it was, she had to go carefully into that dark corner of Mary's psyche, or she would blow it. She realized that she had made a bad pun and smiled. She kept the smile on her face and faced Mary.
"What a funny thing to ask," she said. "You know that I like men."
"I don't know much about you at all, Jordan. We've socialized for what, five, six years? But I don't know anything personal about you. Besides, liking men doesn't rule out an occasional fling with another woman."
"Are you speaking from experience, Mary?"
Mary replied with a knowing little smile that made Jordan's blood run hot. And her pussy get wetter. She knew suddenly and certainly that Mary did get it on with other women. And, that Mary was coming on to her. Peter hadn't licked Jordan's pussy yet, and she missed it badly. She came so well on a cock, but nothing compared to a skillful tongue. Mary would certainly know how to eat a pussy. Whatever else she have in mind, oral sex had to be one of the foremost things she was offering. The silence built. Slowly, inexorably, the air filled with the invisible, nerve-jangling electricity of sexual expectation.
"What time do you close this place?" Mary asked quietly, licking her lips in a terribly sexual gesture. Just as Elaine licked hers.
"Oh, uh, about midnight, I guess."
"Can you get away for a while this afternoon? We could have a nice time together, Jordan. A really nice time."