Boardroom Bride

“Let us help,” offers Eric, which is not a response I could have expected. I’m even a little confused at what he’s insinuating.

He reaches for my body wash, squeezes some into his hands, and lathers it. He rubs the soap against my body, massaging my muscles as he washes my skin. I feel goosebumps forming all over my skin at his touch.

Chase follows his lead and takes some soap and works my legs and thighs as Eric cleans my torso and my arms.

I get to work out with these guys, they give me a free protein shake, they fuck me in the shower, and now they’re massaging me and cleaning me after. I’m still waiting for when I wake up in bed with a cunt so wet I’ll need to change the sheets, because I just don’t believe it’s real.

But then they kiss me?first Eric, then Chase.

If I’m dreaming, I don’t want to wake up.

Kara

The drive home from the gym is grueling. When I showed up to Power Plus earlier, I didn’t realize just how much of a workout I was going to get.

I’m sore as hell in more ways than one, but it feels good. My muscles ache, but I’m proud of it. And my pussy…

My pussy feels better than it has in years, but I think that probably has more to do with the post-workout stretch Chase and Eric gave me in the showers than it does my newfound fitness regime.

Chase and Eric…

Just wow. At first, I found them hot but annoying, but now, I don’t even know what to think. They wore me out in the gym and in the locker room, and now I can’t get them out of my head.

One thing’s for sure, though: the incentive of seeing them again is definitely going to ensure that I’m back at the gym tomorrow. Working out has never felt so fucking fun.

I pull into my complex, gather my belongings, and start the walk to my apartment. I get to the door and remember.

Fuck. Stairs.

I feel every muscle in my legs screaming at me as I climb the staircase to my apartment. Two flights feel like four hundred. As I brave each step, I clench the rail hard?almost as hard as I dug my nails into the men I just spent the evening fucking.

When I finally reach the top, I let out a huge sigh. My core is on fire, and my legs are shaky. I collapse myself against a wall as I fumble through my purse for my keys.

I search through a couple of different pockets, and I don’t see them. Panic sets in.

Did I leave them at the gym? God, I do NOT want to deal with those stairs again!

Thank fuck, I find them. They were already in my fucking hand.

God dammit, Kara. Get your shit together.

I guess when Chase and Eric fucked my brains out…they really fucked my brains out. I normally consider myself a clever girl, but the combination of all these endorphins and billionaire dicks has made me dumb as rocks.

I shake my head to myself and take another deep breath as I insert the key into the deadbolt and twist it. CLICK.

My first sight as I enter my living room is Holly-Anne on my couch, eating the bag of potato chips I’d been hiding from myself. She’s nested herself in blankets and is petting my cat Lucy with one hand while she flips through television channels with the other.

“Hey, Lucy,” Holly-Anne giggles as her eyes flick up to me. “Look what you dragged in. Long day, Kare-bear?”

“You have no idea,” I answer with a laugh. “I went to the gym.”

“For that long? Holy shit, woman. How are you still standing?” she says as I simultaneously collapse onto the cushion next to her and let my limbs flop.

“Aaghh,” I groan.

“What’s wrong?” Holly-Anne asks, grinning to herself at my suffering like a fucking sadist.

“I’m thirsty,” I respond. I groan again as I lift myself off the couch and walk into my kitchen.