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  She brings the open container up to her nose and sniffs it.

  My cock is rock hard in anticipation. Chase is damn near salivating, too. We both know what’s inside these things.

  It’s right there on the label: MAY CONTAIN BILLIONAIRE CUM.

  We know what Kara’s about to drink. Question is…does she?

  She brings the bottle to her lips and tilts it up. The thick, creamy shake enters her mouth, pouring over her tongue.

  She tilts it back down and swishes the liquid around in her mouth. She raises her eyebrows as she swallows it in a big GULP.

  A huge weight lifts off my shoulders as she tastes the drink. I look over at Chase and we exchange a quick smile before returning our attention to her. She lowers the bottle and licks her lips.

  “That’s too fucking good,” she exclaims. “Like, there’s no way this is actually good for me…oh my god, I don’t even care if it’s not.”

  She takes a second swig. And a third.

  Taking all of that thick, creamy, protein-filled goodness down her slutty little throat.

  “Don’t tell the rest of the world, but there’s a secret ingredient,” I admit.

  “I’m sure there is. It’s probably like guarana or mung beans or some shit, right?”

  “Something like that, yeah,” I confirm. I don’t want to spoil the surprise just yet. I’m getting too much enjoyment watching this chick drink my cum.

  Kara isn’t the typical little cardio bunny that hops in and out of here. She went straight for the weights. She didn’t want our help at first, even seeing how attractive we are.

  She’s complex, and she’s able to think for herself. And it’s not often I have to work to get a laugh out of someone. Usually, women want so badly for me to like them that they pander to me.

  It’s literally no work at all getting a girl into bed with me. But Kara all day has been constant effort.

  And she’s quick. I can’t say something snippy at her without her being ready to snap back at me. It’s refreshing to meet someone who can keep up with us. And so, so rare.

  I watch Kara as she chugs the remainder of the shake. She fucking loved it. Every delicious drop.

  And why wouldn’t she? It’s got the best of the best ingredients hidden inside.

  She replaces the cap on the bottle and grabs her bag. She tosses the bottle into a nearby trashcan.

  “Well, boys, it’s been fun. But I need to take a shower and head home,” she says.

  She gives us a quick wave and turns to head for the locker room.

  Chase and I watch her shapely ass walk away through those thin, almost sheer leggings, and we laugh as we see where she’s walking to.

  Again, the blind confidence of this woman is remarkable and absolutely noteworthy. I’m ready to take this chick on.

  “Should we warn her?” Chase asks.

  “She’ll figure it out soon enough,” I laugh.

  We stand there for a moment more, just watching her walk away. Right out of the main area of the gym…

  And right into the men’s locker room.

  Chapter 6

  Kara

  As I shed my sticky and sweaty workout garb, a huge knot forms in the pit of my stomach. I’m not used to this. I look in the mirror some days and still see my body trying to carry another two hundred pounds.

  So when I pull off clothes that have a size label in the single digits or an S, I’m sometimes surprised. I have to remind myself that the overweight me is in the past.

  Once all of my clothing is removed, I take a long look into the mirror. The girl I remember, the one I still picture when I think of myself, isn’t the same girl that’s reflected back at me.

  I wonder briefly how long it’ll be before I can get comfortable with the idea that this is me now.

  I peek across the countertop.

  …weird.

  Why such a high-end gym wouldn’t have hair dryers as a courtesy is beyond me. I mean, they have a private chef. Why not a hair dryer or two?

  I chalk it up to the fact that men probably designed the place. I guess I’ll have to remember to bring one next time I’m here.

  After the sweat Chase and Eric had me work up, a shower here is non-negotiable.

  I grab a towel and my vanilla-coconut body wash and walk off into the big, open shower area. I hang my towel and get under a faucet. After I fiddle with the knobs for a moment, I find a comfortable temperature and take a deep breath, relaxing under the falling water.

  As I bring my arms up to rinse out my hair, I realize my muscles are already so fucking sore, I can barely move them. It’s incredible how much work we put in today. As I lather up, my arms ache and sting.

  Ugh. No pain, no gain, right?

  Chase and Eric must have gone through a lot of pain, because, holy shit, their bodies are really perfect. They have so much muscle definition that they make other men look low resolution by comparison. They have muscles in places I couldn’t have imagined was possible.

  They know it too. They’re so fucking cocky. That’s what really gets me.

  They know what they can get away with saying based on how fit they are. They know what people will give them just because of their looks. It’s so perpetuated—especially when it comes to women, I bet.

  They’re probably surprised that I didn’t fall to my feet, begging for the privilege of blowing them the second they so much as looked at me.

  I don’t even know how the two of them have me so locked on the idea of them, but they do. I love how confident they are. Men that are so certain, especially when they’re actually right all the time, are insanely sexy to me.

  And they’re knowledgeable, too. They know all kinds of shit about physical activity and nutrition. Muscle groups and metabolism and physical form—the whole nine yards.

  I really feel like I could learn more from them—if they don’t piss me off or wise up to the fact that I’m not going to fall over myself for the chance to blow them first.

  I can’t quite put my finger on which of them I enjoy more so far. Eric is on my level of wit and comebacks. But Chase is so empathetic and patient while still being so firm. They could both put me in my place—if I let them—and that alone is fucking rare to find.

  Normally, I intimidate men too much to develop real, genuine attraction to one. Now, it feels like I’ve fallen directly into the arms of two mega-hotties. Both of whom are—surprise, surprise—exactly my type.

  Maybe I need a few more workouts with them to really figure it out.

  As I let the water pour over my body, I start to imagine what our future sessions might look like. My hand creeps down my body and I slide my clit between my fingers.

  Dirty. Our future sessions should be fucking dirty—so filthy that we’ll need to shower off afterwards just to feel clean again.

  I picture Chase behind me, holding my hips to keep my form as I’m pulling weights. Running his hands down my legs slowly. Cupping my ass.

  Rubbing his thick hard cock against my thin leggings. Ripping them at the fucking seam and plunging his cock into me as I turn the gym equipment to something to hold onto.

  I pull my hand up and down against my pussy, tickling my clit between my fingers, the tingling pleasure growing more intense with each pass.

  I picture Eric, moving in front of me as I’m doing squats. Standing there, all authoritative and unmoving. Watching me watch him while I show him what I’ve learned.

  My eyes wander down the sexy, toned V-shape on his pelvis in my fantasy. I realize that his cock is out, ready to be sucked.

  I’d slide his cock deep into my mouth and feel as his hand grips into my skin as I swallow it down into my throat.

  I mean, the throat’s a muscle too, right? It deserves a workout of its very own.

  Pumping iron never felt so good.

  I move my fingers over my clit and start rubbing in a circle and hump against them as I fantasize about the men I’ve just met today.

  I’m back to Chase
, spotting me on a leg press. Climbing through the equipment, planting his face between my legs, teasing me with his teeth through the fabric of my gym clothes. Grabbing at my thighs and ass before pulling my pants down and kissing my pussy.

  I continue the workout, raising up and lowering my pussy onto his tongue, letting him eat me out as we display proper form right there on the equipment.

  Closer. I’m getting closer.

  I imagine Eric working me out on a pull-up bar. I go from pulling up to swinging on it, wrapping my legs around his hips and his cock thrusting into me.

  I rub my clit hard and cup my breast in my free hand, pulling at my nipples and imagining Chase’s—no, Eric’s—teeth.

  I imagine both of them.

  Together.

  Taking my pussy and my ass at the same time.

  The very thought of the two of their cocks dominating me sends me into an intense orgasm. I squeal out their names. “Chase! Eric! Chase! Eric! Aaahhhhh! Don’t stop! DON’T STOP!”

  My entire body tenses and shakes as jolts of pleasure escape my sore, aching muscle. I moan loud and toss my head back, letting the hot water hit my neck and flow down my spasming body.

  Just as I open my eyes and my fuzzy vision becomes clear again, my heart skips a beat as I feel a hand against my waist.

  Oh, fuck. It’s that kind of gym.

  I panic for a moment, unsure of how to explain to the ultra-buff lesbian who must be positioned behind me right now that I don’t exactly swing that way.

  Man, she has thick fingers, though.

  I whip myself around and to my relief, the steam parts to reveal…

  Not a big, burly lesbian waiting for me to drop the soap.

  But Eric and Chase, shirtless and basking in the hot steamy air.

  They’re looming directly in front of my naked, wet body. I’m a former model, so I’m not exactly short—but they’re fucking tall. Intimidatingly so.

  I panic and throw my arm up over my tits. I cover my pussy with the palm of my other hand. I curl up into myself a bit and can feel myself start to back away, even though I want nothing more than to launch myself into them and let them fight over who gets to fuck my slutty little cunt first.

  As if they’re reading my mind, each of them reaches out a hand to capture my wrists. They pull my arms away from my body with a masculine forcefulness.

  It’s an act that says, No. We’re going to look at you, and you’re going to like it.

  If I wasn’t wet before, I sure as fuck am now.

  I look them both up and down and see their throbbing cocks standing at attention.

  Oh…well, fuck.

  I strain my wrists against them, even though I’m not really sure what I’ll do if I’m able to wrench them free.

  Take a dick in each hand, more likely than not.

  But they’re stronger than I am. Infinitely stronger.

  They hold me tight.

  “You’re fucking hot, Kara. You have nothing to hide here,” says Eric.

  His words resonate with me. I haven’t really…revealed myself to anyone since I lost the weight. I just don’t know how to explain the stretch marks or slightly loose skin.

  You don’t lose as much weight as I do and immediately go pose for Playboy. The body remembers, and I haven’t yet learned how to bear my scars with pride.

  But then, before I can lose myself in Eric’s flattery, suddenly it hits me.

  “What are you doing in here?” I ask. “This is the women’s locker room. You two really shouldn’t be here. What if someone else walks in?”

  “It’s kind of hilarious, actually,” answers Chase. He doesn’t take his eyes off my body as he talks. I don’t think I want him to. “This is the men’s locker room. We let you just waltz in here because we figured you’d catch on eventually.”

  “And when we heard you screaming our names with that slutty little mouth of yours…we really couldn’t resist coming in to see what was going on,” adds Eric with a cocky smile.

  “Worth it,” Chase admits, looking me up and down again. His tongue darts across his lips like he’s already imagining how I might taste.

  “You’re fucking sexy, Kara. Moaning our names like that…”

  “A man might get ideas.” Eric chuckles darkly.

  “Two men, even.”

  My face is beet red.

  There’s no reversing it. They heard me. They probably saw most of it.

  I masturbated to the idea of them having sex with me.

  Both of them. Together.

  And they fucking know it. There’s nothing here to do but own it.

  “I couldn’t help myself,” I admit. I let them see my eyes travel down their bodies to their massive cocks. “You’re so fucking sexy. Both of you. Can you blame a girl for wanting it?”

  Their hands are still around my arms.

  They back me against the wall. Chase takes over holding me, and pins me to the wall of the shower. Eric moves in between us and kisses me passionately.

  …I’ll take that as a no.

  But like, okay. Is this actually happening? Because if it fucking is, I’m in heaven.

  I’m in double heaven. I shudder as Eric’s tongue slips into my mouth.

  I kiss him back, letting my tongue flick against his. He moves his mouth to my neck and grabs my tits as he sucks against my collarbone.

  Mmmph. I let out a small, breathy moan and feel Eric’s cock throbbing against my leg.

  I thrust my hips upward against him as his mouth travels down my body. He takes one breast in one hand and my nipple into his mouth. He flicks his tongue against it and sucks it, massaging my other tit.

  He repeats his motions on my other breast and with each passing second, I’m more nervous and more excited at the same time for what’s to come. And where.

  Chase releases my hands from his grasp and backs away for a moment. Eric scoots himself over and each of them move to either side of me. Chase kisses my neck while Eric makes out with me some more. They’re both caressing my breasts and running hands up and down my body.

  I have goosebumps from their touch.

  They trade places, and Chase kisses my lips as Eric’s mouth travels down my neck. He makes gentle pecks all the way down my body from my collarbone to my pussy. As Chase makes out with my face, Eric starts flicking his tongue against my swollen little clit.

  I gasp with Chase in my mouth and drag my nails along the white, ceramic tiling in the shower. I lower myself just slightly and lift a leg outward to give Eric more room to work whatever magic he has going on.

  I bring my leg up onto Eric’s shoulder and grab his hair and grind my pussy against his face. His breath is hot on my pussy, and it makes me ache for even more.

  I moan in Chase’s mouth, and he grips onto my ass cheek and squeezes hard. I feel his hard cock pressing against my body as well.

  Can this even get any better?

  Eric sucks hard on my clit and slips two fingers into my pussy. I moan louder and curl my toes as his fingertips run along my G-spot.

  Holy fuck.

  He pushes his fingers up and down, in and out, bringing me even more pleasure. I start to whimper and shout, overwhelmed and on the verge of climax.

  “Come, Kara,” Chase whispers into my ear.

  I explode. I gush all over Eric’s fingers and collapse onto myself. Thank god Chase is holding me or I’d be on the floor.

  Holy fucking shit. I need more.

  I know exactly what I want to do. I drop down to my knees, my vision obstructed by rolling clouds of steam. All I see are two hard cocks in front of me, and that’s all I need to see.

  I grip onto each of their cocks and start pumping them in my hands.

  I take Chase into my mouth and hear him gasp at my tongue swirling around the head of his cock as I create suction between his dick and my mouth. I bob my head on him, back and forth, as I twist my hand around Eric’s cock.

  I’m lifted to my feet and spun around. I throw my hands up
against the wall of the shower.

  “Are you ready?” asks Eric.

  “God, yes!” I exclaim.

  Eric takes his cock and pushes it against my pussy before sliding it inside of me. He pumps a few times, easing it in―and before I know it, it’s all the way in, buried deep inside my cunt.

  I moan loud and stand up on my toes as he starts thrusting harder into me.

  His hands are gripped onto my hips, and he’s pulling me against his cock as he thrusts, giving a powerful jolt of pleasure with each motion.

  He grabs my waist and pulls me away from the wall. Chase’s feet come into my line of vision across the floor and stop in front of me. I lift my head slowly, and my eyes meet with his lovely cock.

  I immediately lunge at it, sliding it into my mouth. I suck Chase’s cock as Eric plows into my pussy from behind. Eric grabs my hands and pulls my arms back, almost like reigns, but if reigns were meant to pile drive you harder.

  I squeal with Chase’s cock in my mouth, having to push it to one side to catch an extra heavy breath as Eric fucks me hard. I yank one hand back and grip my hand around the base of Chase’s cock, and I bob against it, my lips meeting the edge of my hand.

  I can tell Chase and Eric are plotting as I’m distracted by sucking cock. I’m only certain that I’m correct moments later when they decide to swap places. I’m lifted and spun around.

  “Are you okay?” Chase asks, checking on me.

  “Fuck yes, I am. Fuck me, Chase!” I squeal. He doesn’t even pause. His cock glides effortlessly into my pussy, lubed up from the saliva I’d just slathered on it.

  I howl in delight and wiggle my ass against him, my body adjusting to his massive cock. He smacks the side of my ass and grunts.

  Chase’s hand travels up my back, just feeling my body as he humps me from behind. I breathe in deep and bring Eric’s cock into my mouth. The taste of his skin and my pussy are heavenly. If I could bottle this taste and sell it, I fucking would.

  Eric grabs my hair and holds my head in place as he starts thrusting into my mouth.

  I’m getting fucked in the face and in the pussy at the same time—I’ve never felt like such a perfect slut in my life.