by Kot, Eleyne
He is looking at me in the mirror reflection and he nods.
“Are you offended?” I ask and get up.
“Why?” His statement is totally innocent. “But do you know that you could have stopped us?”
He has managed to make me speechless. For a few moments I just stare at him and Jim, not comprehending what he has just said until he explains.
“Yasmin, baby. We can’t force you. You can only do things of your own free will. You could have stopped us with one word from you.”
Jim suddenly supports him.
“Yasmin, we can’t rape your mind to do things that we want and you don’t. If you don’t feel comfortable with something we propose, just say it. Just one word even in the middle of the hottest action, and it will stop.”
I just don’t know what to say or think, on one hand I understand what he says and it does have its grounds. However, on the other hand, saying ‘no’ to any of their ideas seems almost like a blasphemy to me. I look at him earnestly and ask.
“Shall I just say ‘no’?”
“Better choose another ‘safe word’,” Colin advises me. “If you just say ‘no’, we may think you are teasing us.”
“Hmmm... Can it be “misifuz’?” I ask shyly.
“What? Mee-see-fooz? What is it?” Jim exclaims surprised.
“It means ‘kitty’ in Spanish. It’s a funny and loving way of addressing your cat.” I explain.
“It’s ok.” Colin nods his head and Jim sends another one of his mischievous and pussy wettening smiles. After a moment something sparkles in his eyes. “Do you still feel so bad about what happened last night? How about some catharsis?”
“What catharsis?” I don’t get his drift. But apparently Jim understood and chuckles.
“Your arse is nice, round and really ripe for some spanking.” He explains.
I open my eyes wide. I’ve never really been spanked. Well, not in a sexual context. But the more I think about it, the more appealing the whole idea looks to me. The thought of their hands on my butt makes my blood flow faster again. Colin nudges Jim.
“Looks like she likes the idea.”
“I can see it but now it’s time to go home,” Jim answers. “We can always spank her later. And while we’re at this, Eleyne’s butt might need some spanking too.”
Colin smirks.
“Oh yeah, our pet sure needs her arse spanked. I wonder if she still wears the collar we put on her.”
“I suppose Tony’s making sure of it.” Jim’s eyes sparkle and again I can’t help a wave of jealousy. Why wasn’t it me that they chose for their pet? I think that Colin notices it ‘cause he grabs my hair and for a moment he sounds ominous.
“Are you really sure you would want to be our pet as well?” But before I answer he changes his mood again and smirks. “And you have something to do tonight.”
“Me? What?” I lose track of time and cannot remember anything I said yesterday, my mind is obscured with the remains of the present pleasure and what they are doing to my imagination with their suggestions and remarks.
“You have to cook, babe,” says Colin. “Defeat Eleyne, your opponent,” he laughs.
“Yeah, and we’ll have to eat it… Eleyne loves to cook, you… mmmm. Too lazy to cook, I fear,” Jim teases me going to the kitchen.
“It’s not true, I’m not lazy! I won´t allow you to think that,” I exclaim to him.
“Just make these pizzas,” Colin sighs, “and we will believe you. To be honest, you don’t strike me as a great chef.”
Eleyne’s Story:
I keep on holding the cd album in my hands when we all go downstairs. It might be a good idea not to let it out of my sight, even if Tony promised yesterday not to poke his nose into the future, Drew didn’t make such promises and it’s better to stay on the safe side. We join the rest of the guests, they are sunbathing at the pool. Drew goes to them talking to them fast; they seem interested in the idea too. So we all go down and bring the whole equipment outside. After we get everything ready I start explaining.
“OK, guys, it's a class that combines fat burning, sculpting and also working on endurance and stamina. You work out with the bars, the weight changes depending on the muscle group you just exercise and also on your current possibilities. Just generally you shouldn't take less for any muscle group than you have taken for the warm up. This also applies to beginners. Be careful about the technique and watch me how I do the exercises. If they are done badly your joints may suffer later. You also may not achieve the required result. Good, let's load the bars for the warm up, my suggestion is take the two smallest plates and the two medium ones.”
The guys dutifully prepare their bars, I start the music and we do the warm up song. I try to explain and show as much as possible to prevent them from doing things wrong. But I can’t help glancing at Tony, just to see how he reacts to my rhythmical interpretation of their song. Sure I get a nice smile and raised eyebrows. After the warm up I tell them to load the bar for the squats.
“These are the biggest muscle groups that we're going to work on now, so you can really put on some weights. What is suggested is three times the weight of the warm up.”
This statement makes them look at me in slight astonishment.
“Three times the weight of the warm up? We don't have so many weights.”
“I know, we have to do with lighter bars. I usually do squats with 60 pounds; here it seems we only have 40.” I give them a little time to load. “Are you ready, guys!” I shout, trying to get them into the mood. And also getting into a kick-ass mood myself. The music starts to play and I really enjoy how their faces change, showing how they fight to keep up and not surrender to the pressure of the bars on their necks. When the song ends, the guys look a bit amazed. They are already sweating but I see smiles on their faces.
“OK, quick stretch and let's load for the chest. We don't have any benches here to lie down on, so we have to do it on mats. We work out through an entire song while doing our chest press. As I’ve already told you the suggested weight is equal to the warm up or bigger; I’ll do with the same weight that I use on warm up,” I look at them impishly. They laugh.
I see they are trying to be ambitious and load more than they had on warm up and I warn them.
“Guys, it's more than four minutes of a song.... Ready?”
I giggle inwardly when at the end of the song I can clearly see that they are barely making it. But it also seems that their male pride doesn't let them stop when a gal, who they screwed in almost all the possible ways, continues smiling. They seem really relieved when the song gets to the end and they can put off the bar and stretch.
“OK, now a back track. Be very careful about the technique here with clean and press. Don't do like this,” I demonstrate the most common mistake beginners commit. “You'll make your lower back suffer. Your elbows have to go up to the side, then you bend your knees and at the same time your elbows go down and then you press the bar up and straighten your knees,” again the demonstration follows. “The way down is exactly opposite,” I demonstrate again.
Then triceps track follows, a full song of push ups for triceps, and after this, biceps curls.During these two songs the guests start to grumble a bit, making new jokes and complaining to Tony.
“You really had to go ahead and to make this solo so long, didn’t you?” Steven remarks, “Or is it Jim that I should complain to?”
Tony just shakes his head while continuing doing single time biceps curls.
“I liked it this way.”
“But look at her,” Don laughs, “I think she’s going to come just listening to you play.”
I won’t admit that it’s true so I just stick out my tongue out at him which brings more sexual jokes. The atmosphere is really starting to be on the steamy side even though I can see now they are getting tired. Anyway, they seem to be exhilarated and smile and laugh all the time.
“OK, coming back to some workout for legs. Lunges - if you'
re more comfortable as you have no shoes you can do it without any weights. Or you can grab some weights into your hands or simply take a bar. It can be the same as you did for squats.”
They are really starting to have fun now, joking among each other, making all kinds of juicy promises what they will do with me in exchange for the ‘fitness’ class they are receiving. Tony’s eyes are shining brightly, I see that he really likes how I work with their music and handle phrasing surprises that some songs contain.
“OK, arms again - this time deltoids. We do push-ups, lateral and frontal raise with free weights, overhead raise with a bar or weights. Errrr, here I do slightly less than at the warm up,” I smile innocently. The guys laugh at me.
After the song is over they grin impishly at me.
“You know, Eleyne. We could be much more efficient doing push-ups if you were lying under us,” Tony comments; all the other guys agree with him wholeheartedly.
I giggle wickedly listening to their jokes.
“First you’d have to catch me. I’ve got a bar and I won’t hesitate to use it.”
“Eleyne, you still have the collar on you, behave, or I’ll spank your arse.”
“Oh, will you?” The idea of spanking suddenly makes me a bit distracted. Thinking of having his hands on my butt is simply too inspiring to pass by. “Then sure I have to misbehave, how else am I supposed to get what I want?”
This brings more naughty jokes from the guys, who threaten to fuck me on the grass if I continue this way.
“Well,” I laugh, fucking seems like a really good idea, but I’d rather do it indoors, grass is not the most comfortable place to do it and I think I’d rather they showered first. “We’re almost finished. We’re just left with the abs and cool down. For the abs we do reverse crunches and a plank. And then we have to stretch everything.”
After the class is over and they all look at me with their eyes wide open.
“Do you often do it? It seems like a fantastic work out! I’m all wet!” exclaims Don.
“I try to practice it three times a week,”
“You don't look like it,” says Steven, then adds, “funny, I haven’t seen anything like this in any fitness studio.”
“Perhaps you didn’t look correctly,” I shrug, obviously I can’t tell him that the workout comes from the future.
“Yeah, and all those aerobics instructors I’ve seen have no clue about music. You really work nicely with it, Eleyne” Don comments.
“Exactly,” Steven agrees. “Where did you learn it?”
“I simply had good teachers.” I shrug again smiling at Tony who’s looking at me with a very satisfied smile. After all, it’s his music that I know so well. His and Jim’s... He puts his arm around my waist in a proprietary manner then caresses my neck while touching the collar.
“It was very good, Eleyne,” he approves and I beam at him.
“Eleyne, you didn’t tell us why you don’t look like all those athletes at Olympics. I wouldn’t want to fuck any of those women. They are slightly too muscular for my taste and have no tits at all,” Drew inquires again.
His question makes me explain all the whys. “Body Pump doesn't really build so much muscle. It mainly makes you burn fat, even long after the class your metabolism is increased. And you work on endurance and stamina. There's an instructor in the gym I work out who is more or less 5-feet tall. She’s such a tiny gal, you wouldn't really say she could lift even those 40 pounds we have worked out with and she does squats with 110 pounds! And she also does a load for all the other muscle groups. Much more than we just did here. She really doesn't look it, either. She doesn't have a visible muscle definition or anything.”
“What if you get bored with the music?” another question comes from Steven, and he’s smiling mischievously waiting for my answer. I return the smile which I hope after a moment turns into a wicked grin.
“Bored? With Julian Twist music?” I cast a hopefully ominous look at him, “if you get bored with the music, then you just increase the weights. Then I guarantee you won’t get bored again...”
This brings peals of loud laughter from everybody and it takes a longer moment before the mirth subsides.
Tony stretches then massages his stomach.
“I can definitely feel that I have worked out. I'm hungry.” It sounds as a suggestion.
“I'd eat something too,” Drew joins in.
“So would I,” adds Don.
“OK, time to feed the beasts,” I laugh, and so do they. “Can you remove all of these and bring them downstairs? I'll prepare something.”
When I enter the kitchen I see Babette and Ted drinking coffee.
“I see that you were all having fun on the grass,” Babette laughs.
“Yeah, it turned out that you guys have a little gym with some equipment here,” I turn to Ted. “So I just showed them what 2011 fitness looks like. Now they’re hungry. What about you?”
“We could have a bite, too. We were walking all afternoon. I was showing Babette around. You'll cook something gals, won't you?” he asks.
“Yeah, we will,” answers Babette, and he goes out to join the guys.
“Walking?” I ask her and she winks.
“Showing them 2011 fitness?” she asks me and I blush a bit.
“Well, I wanted a little revenge on them, but it seems it didn't really work, well, perhaps a little; but they liked the class,” I make a sad face, “and I barely escaped more fucking on the grass.”
Babette bursts out laughing.
”Stop complaining, woman. There's a long line of gals dreaming of being screwed by Drew, Steven and Don; it's almost like winning a lottery, getting this chance you got,” she says, winking at me.
“Well,” I laugh weakly, “looking from this point of view, you are right. Tony told me that they share with friends.”
“I quite like their sharing,” Babette smiles like a content cat then winces a bit. “What shall we cook?”
I can see that she seems to have some problems sitting so I ask her before answering her question.
“What’s the matter? Why are you ouching?”
“Well, as you can imagine we were not walking only.”
“You got a rough fuck?”
“Yes, but apart from it Ted spanked my butt. He said I had been naughty.”
“Hmmm, I would say he quite liked you being naughty, so he can’t complain. Tony threatened to spank my butt as well if I didn’t behave.”
“Oh, you know what men may be like. Apparently it wasn’t in his plans to share, he wants me for himself only.”
“So what are you going to do? Will you behave?” I wink.
“Well... I don’t mind more spanking, it’s very exciting, but...” she hesitates.
“I can imagine. But what?”
“I like it when he feels so possessive of me. And anyway I already fulfilled my dream of a threesome with Steven and him. Now I can only tease Ted and sure I’ll get some more spanking sooner or later.” She smiles in a feline way.
“Does it mean that I and Yasmin inherit Steven and Don?” I ask archly.
“Well, kind of. They like you both too.”
“Thanks a lot. It looks like we’ll have our hands full of men.”
“No charge. But we still haven’t decided about what to cook.” She comes back to the other more practical subject.
“Let's see what's in the fridge and freezer. You really bought a lot of stuff yesterday, I don't even think I saw everything,” I open the appliance, scan the contents and think hard, “something that can be cooked quite fast... Hmmm, how about mussels?” I take out two big bags out of the freezer, “with French fries and blue cheese sauce? We didn't eat all the blue cheese yesterday night, did we?”
“There's still a lot left,” answers Babette. “OK, let's do it. Mussels... Hmmm, let's defrost them on a pan.”
“We can do the fries in the oven, it's big enough and it has two shelves, so we can put enough on for everybody,” I
suggests and turn on the oven. Babette takes out the pan and opens the bags with the seafood. “Will you have a look at these while they defrost? The fries should go in in 10 minutes when the oven gets hot. I have to take a shower.”
“OK, go on, gal,” Babette doesn't mind.
I go upstairs and have a quick shower, it seems that Tony has already washed, too, as I can see some puddles of water on the floor. I certainly don’t bother about them. I add my share of splashing, too, then just leave the bathroom door open. It’s warm, the puddles will dry. I get dressed and do a quick make-up and come down to the kitchen.
“The fries are almost ready and the mussels don't need more than five minutes more,” Babette reports. “Shall we add the cheese?”
“OK, and we can put some cream and mustard, too, there's not really so much of this cheese left and we have a lot of mussels.”
She agrees and in a short when the food is ready, we put everything on the kitchen table. I go to call the guys.
“Guys, the food is ready. The late lunch, around 4 o'clock, whatever, is served in the kitchen. Come on.”
They all follow me impatiently, it seems the class really has made them hungry.
The food on the table is disappearing in a blink. They're devouring it so fast it's incredible. But at least they don't complain and fuss. I joke to them.
“I see you are on a see food diet.”
“What? Sure we like mussels, but we like meat too.”
“No, it's just that when you see food you eat it.”
They all burst out laughing.
“What's for dinner?” Tony asks.
“Errr, you have just eaten,” Babette groans surprised.
“Well, gals you cook so well... And you fuck well, too.”
“Yasmin said she was going to make pizza for tonight,” I answer. “By the way, where are they? Still shopping?”
Yasmin’s story:
I peep through the cab window, the gates of the mansion are shut, but I can see the tribe lying in the garden, chatting and spending a nice, carefree summer day. The water pool sends its reflections around the green grass, whoever would look at that scene, would like to join in.
