Nikkis Gym

Chapter Three

Jack couldn't believe his eyes.

In front of him he saw a huge area that seemed to back onto some smaller rooms up near the front.

And damn!

Looking down closer, he looked into a room that was painted in blue walls. The blue room. Personal trainer. Ms Jasmine.

Why the fuck was there a spa pool in there? And from what he could see, Ms Jasmine was fucking Mr 106 in that spa pool.

Jacks eyes flicked back to the larger area at the rear. He could see two adjoining half walled off areas beyond it, but what he saw in the main large area had his eyes as large as saucers.

Rugs scattered around, sofas spread around the room. And in the centre. What appeared to be a huge cushioned stage with a group of 4? No 5 people on it. And they were having one hell of a workout. 2 females and 4 men were having a fucken orgy. What the actual fuck???

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"And this is why Niks Gym is so different from the rest. You'll now understand why the membership is rather exclusive". Bret was grinning as Jack turned to look at him, a dumbfounded look on his face.

"If you'd like to follow me, we'll go into one of the private rooms so I can answer any questions you may have". And half shepherding him, Bret guided them to a door with a red light over the key card reader. Swiping his personal card over it, Bret lead Jack into the room.

"What the fuck kinda gym is this?",Jack exploded in a loud breath once they were in the room. "Sorry to be rude mate, but holy shit, this definately isn't what I was expecting".

Bret nodded as he indicated for Jack to take a seat in the only chair in the room. Which also faced the full length window. Giving a hell of a view.

Taking a seat, he also nodded as Bret offered him a bottle of water, taking a huge drink before looking up expectantly.

Now standing before the window, Bret motioned towards the view behind him. "This is Niks Gym. The best workout, because here our ladies are all very well trained to assist you in whatever needs or desires you may have. And as you can see,those needs and desires are sexual. This Mr Hawshore, is a high class brothel"

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Jack sat back, taking another long swig from the water bottle. Ok. Wow. Fucken Tommy the horny bastard. Not only was he known as a Gym rat, he was also known as the loosest bastard around, taking home a different chick each time they all went out for drinks.

A bloody brothel! Sure, they were legal now after the law had been passed a few years ago. But usually they were a few girls out front, showing off their 'wares' before luring their Johns inside for a quickie.

But this was nothing like that.

Leaning forward, Jack looked past Bretto confirm again with his eyes that he wasn't dreaming. And yes, the 6 in the large room were still going hard at it. It even looked like another bloke was going up to join them.

Fucken hell.

Jack watched as the new bloke grabbed a free hand of one of the females, pulling it to stroke his hardening shaft before leaning over and grabbing one of her bouncing breasts. Her mouth was full around one shaft and another looked to be pounding her fast, yet he watched as her hand started twisting around the newest one offered.

He felt himself stir beneath his running shorts, shifting in his seat to reposition himself before taking yet another drink from the water bottle.

Looking up, he saw Bret patiently waiting. It was a lot to take in. But. He was flying solo again.No more Kali in his life. And he hadn't been with anyone since they'd broken up almost a month ago.