Kinsey glared over at Jim, her body glistening with sweat, her chest heaving, and her pussy demanding attention.
She knew what he’d done, the bastard, she’d joined his gym six months ago on a “free trial” and hadn’t been very impressed… at least at first. But after the first few visits her impression of the gym changed and she was going more and more often.
After three months she was having “private” session with Jim, where he didn’t even try and conceal the subliminal messages he was feeding her. In fact they weren’t subliminal at all, instead just overt videos of hot women, working out and getting fucked.
He even had bragged about how the free trials were only an excuse to get hot women to come to his gym and fall prey to the subliminals that were display in all the TV’s and in the music that filled the place. He’d done this with her lips wrapped around his cock as she reclined in a recumbent stationary bike.
Today she was at his home gym, finishing up her workout, having watched another round of videos, it was finally time.
Soon she’d be mingling by the pool with a dozen or so men, all rich, all looking for something that they couldn’t find. Perhaps it was a mistress that could be trusted absolutely, or a girlfriend that never said no, or a trophy wife that always looked perfect.
It didn’t matter, by the end of the day, one of the men would have outbid the others and be taking her away, which seemed like a mixed blessing at best.
She’d be finally free of Jim of course, which was a good thing, but he’d just be replaced with someone else. All she could do was hope that she got lucky and whoever won the bidding wasn’t some kind of freak.
Jim had enjoyed telling her all about some of the women that he’d sold on, how some were in dungeons, wrapped in latex or leather, never seeing the light of day. Others had been sent overseas, to brothels or other places where their “exotic” looks were coveted by many men.
She stepped down off the machine and headed towards the showers, she knew she didn’t have long, and there were so many choices to make before then. What should she wear, how should she act, what was her best strategy to get the best outcome.
A smile crossed her lips and a shiver ran through her body as the obvious answer, that she was trying to suppress, came into focus. Dropping to her knees and sucking each and every one of them men.
She resolved not to do that… no matter how much the subliminals made her want to… instead she’d just suck two or three of them, that looked to be the best candidates, at the most.
