Alba

With a smile that’s sly and impish and throwing me off, she walks through the gym like she’s a queen reviewing her harem, knowing she could have whichever she wants, however many times she wants. She saunters up to the free weights and bends over, her pants stretching around her ass, outlining its delightfully plump and fit shape, and stands back up with two tiny five-pound weights in her hands. She effects a curl and says, “How about these?”

The Spa

A minute later the door opens and a cute young woman walks in. Her brunette pixie cut catches my eye. It suits her, drawing out her cuteness. She’s wearing a white tank top and matching athletic shorts, both tight and translucent enough to clearly see she’s got no underwear on beneath. She’s fit, and I’m trying not to stare, but wondering if maybe I’m supposed to.

Room Four

All that, and yet you’re the most requested. They tell you your dick’s the hardest, the truest, the best. It’s a weird compliment, one you’re not sure how to receive. But as you rub the mineral oil onto your crotch and you see your member glistening, you recognize that you do have an impressive unit.

Shopping

The Madame picked up a folder from a traditional oak desk. Her back to me even briefly, I noted her tight pants, the shape of her ass, the hem line of her panties beneath. When she turned I quickly averted my gaze. She took a seat on a lounge chair across from me, and said, “It’s not about trust, it’s just that attitudes towards sex can be intensely personal. It’s unusual that our clients don’t want to ... inspect our products themselves.”