"What the fuck did I just witness?!" Kelly exclaimed in the private room.
The doors were shut, and Becky was on the ground, still recovering from the hard rough fuck I just dealt to her. My cock was still erect, pushing up my skirt, and her fury was evident. My mind was blank as we never requested her to enter the room.
"Why are you here?" I asked, "We never called for you," I continued.
"You pressed the call button just a couple of minutes ago, and I just made it here. Why did you ask me to come into this room while you were fucking some slut?" Kelly countered. "You did call me!" She said a second later, moved to the table, and grabbed the device she handed us earlier. There was a green light in the center, and she held it up to me. "See, Green means that you want me here. Red means do not disturb for any reason." She said, pressing another button, then pressed a third, "And no light means to bring things we have requested, but normally we do not come in without reason."
At this moment, as she explained it, I realized what had happened, and I couldn't help but blush. "I am sorry," I told her honestly, "It seems that I pressed her body against the remote while I was fucking her. Again, I am sorry for this; I did not mean to do so. Do you mind if we take a minute to clean up and ensure that there is nothing before departing? I will ensure that there is a good tip for you in this case."
Kelly paused, looking very annoyed, and I could see her eye twitching before she stopped and took a deep breath. "Your friend just finished paying with a good tip. It wasn't in the restaurant, and for god's sake, put that behemoth away while I talk," Kelly said as she looked down at my dick.
"Sorry," I told her. I tried to stuff my cock in my panties, but I was still coming down, and my cock didn't turn flaccid quickly. "Give me a minute, as I am more used to multiple rounds before I go soft." I turned to Becky, "Get up and clean up," I ordered, and Becky moaned in response as she quickly began to recognize what was happening. Becky got up on trembling legs, and I turned to Kelly. "So sorry about this again," I told her, "I didn't mean for any of this to happen. Do you mind keeping it on the down low, please?"
Kelly turned red and stopped herself. I could see her looking at my dick again before looking up at the ceiling, trying to calm herself down. "I will keep quiet, but I better have a good tip of at least one hundred dollars, and you better not do it again if you come back. Now get out as soon as possible." Kelly said and turned to leave the room but not before taking a sneaky peak at my dick as it was finally going flaccid.
The door opened and closed, and I sighed in relief. It was a close call, and I turned to Becky. "That has been dealt with. I loved your design and would like to see it made, but I would like to talk about equipment with Samantha, Paul, and you later tonight, if possible, after I work. Understood cumdump?" I said as I finally could stuff my cock into my panties.
Becky looked at me as she packed her laptop bag and glared at me a little. "You know, Mistress," She began, "You were the cause of this."
I barked a laugh and reached past her for my bag and lunch. "Yeah, and apparently, I made you wear pants that allowed me to easily stuff my cock into your pussy." The contempt in my voice was dripping, "No, you wanted me to fuck you, Cumdump," I told her again. "I look forward to branding you." I finished, and my hand came down on her ass hard, spanking her loudly.
"Ah!" Becky squealed a little but continued to work on putting things away. I didn't tease her anymore either, as we had to go.
I finished packing my bag, flipped my bag onto my back with a swing, and turned to Becky. "You have cash?" I asked her.
"I don't carry cash," Becky breathlessly said as she finished stuffing her laptop into her bag. "Who carries cash?" She asked me.
"Fuck!" I exclaimed, and I stopped myself. "I can tip at the front if necessary, but we will ask Paul. He might be pissed, but I will tip him for his work, including covering the tip."
"Your right, Mistress," Becky added, "Paul will be pissed."
"I'm sure," I said, putting my backpack on my back when someone knocked on the door, and Paul came in.
"So the Waitress looked pissed," Paul said with a raised eyebrow, and I sighed.
"Got cash?" I asked. "I want to leave a large tip; I will pay you back."
Paul opened his wallet and pulled out a couple of hundred dollar bills, "I knew this was going to happen. I hoped it wouldn't, but I really don't understand why you called her into the room. Did you think you could convince her to join in? Would you have enough time?" Paul asked, his annoyance very much obvious in his voice.
"It was an accident, to be honest," I replied as Becky finished packing up, "Her breasts hit the remote at some point, inviting her in." I shrugged. "I didn't mean to, and I apologized to her. If I come back here, I will deal with it then. For now, let's go in case they called the police for public indecency."
Paul nodded, and we walked out, leaving a hefty tip behind. Kelly would have to deal with anything else if we accidentally left any mess behind/ Several hundred dollar tips should help. I didn't think I scared her, though, as she was looking at my cock a lot. Those sneak peeks were something I noticed from a lot of women, especially in the locker room for Volleyball practice.
Soon we were out the door and moving towards the car, and I jumped into the back with Becky. She sighed heavily as she got into the car, and I could hear her weariness in it. "That was close," Becky said, and I nodded.
"Never again, ladies!" Paul exclaimed, "I will not cover for you again. Now let's go," Paul said, and I sighed.
The drive was awkward and was nowhere near like last time when I had fun with Becky on the ride. I wasn't really in the mood either and instead chose to think about our assigned assignment. My mind wandered on it when I remembered that I needed to text Crystal asking her something crucial.
Angela: Hey, can I get you to drive me to work today? I can just run if you can't, but I will be a little smelly when I get there.
I sent it with a sigh, realizing that not having a car was going to be annoying. I wasn't just about to purchase one soon, though, as I didn't have the funds today, and I didn't want the responsibility at this moment. I looked down at my phone to start up my research when Paul said, "Hey, we are here. Angela, you are cute but please never do that again with me around. I don't want to get in trouble, okay?"
I nodded, "You are right, Paul. I did something risky when there were perfectly good places to dump my load in private. Because of the private room, I thought I could release a load quickly and get out. I was wrong about that. Next time I will not let it happen." I replied, seeing the surprise on his face as I opened the door and exited. "Cumdump," I said, turning around and addressing Becky. "We will talk soon," I told her.
After taking my backpack, I closed the door and headed into the school. I sighed as I heard the bell and realized how close I had cut it today. I remembered the room Becky designed for me, and I felt a thrill run through me. It was going to be a room entirely dedicated for me to dominating women. It was a room I could change as I wanted, and I couldn't wait.
Ever since I was a kid, I had to ask permission to put almost everything inside my room. When I moved to the basement, I thought that would end, but it didn't. Whenever I put something in the room, I would have to ask permission and sometimes fight for it. My bench press was a several-week affair when I caught my mother in a really good mood, and I had it allowed for me. My father wasn't happy, but no one was happy in our family these days.
My mood as I reached class with that last thought dropped. It was something I deliberately wasn't trying to think about, and now I had to think about it. I entered the classroom and sat down while the teacher watched the door seeing stragglers coming in.
The teacher didn't take long to start the lesson, and I quickly pulled my things out and began taking notes. I followed for a long, but I felt that the entire room was depressed, and it wasn't just me. In fact, the teacher looked a little depressed herself as she continued the lesson, but in the end, she didn't address the class. I worked hard on my work, and she gave out a homework assignment with not that much time left in class. It was a simple worksheet to go over today's work, so I quickly worked on it.
The questions were easy, so I got through them without much hassle. On the other hand, the teacher was bombarded with questions from students that didn't understand some of the questions. I ignored it all and quickly finished the world before packing my bag. When I finished, I got up just as the bell rang, ending class. I handed in my work, and the teacher nodded and let me go.
Heading out into the busy hallway, I moved with various students. I was lost in the zone and bumped into a couple of people but eventually reached the teacher's locker room. When I entered, I quickly began to strip and get ready, putting on all the weights after I changed.
I smiled as I finished changing and left the locker room, bringing my bag to put in the corner of the gym. I didn't want that camera found by anyone else, so I was going to take a bit more precautions than usual to keep my stuff safe. When I entered the gym, the girls in the class started to stretch, and I did the same.
"How are things going with Mrs. Grendier?" Mr. Timmers asked, shocking me out of a zone I didn't even know I was in.
"Good, I am learning a lot," I replied, and I stretched my leg, getting ready for a nice run. Mr. Timmers then left to go talk to the other girls in class. I just continued stretching before sprinting and jogging around the gym. Not long later, I watched all the girls leave the gym, leaving me alone.
I worked up a sweat as the weights were back on in full, with forty on each limb and eighty on my chest. I was weighted down, but I was already used to it. Mrs. Grendier came in and saw me working up a sweat and let me while pulling out the equipment. I was in the groove, so I didn't stop as quickly as I usually do. I heard my phone vibrate as I passed, and I couldn't help but wonder if Crystal had texted me back. Worse came to worse, I would run to work, and I could shower there.
Finally, I stopped with sweat dripping down from my forehead. I wiped it off and moved toward my coach, who had just finished putting up the polls for the net. "Good, You worked up a good sweat. Today we are going to just work on your saves. You will have to get up and run for the ball if it doesn't go back over the net. I will also set the net to men's standard to help you with sending it over blockers." Mrs. Grendier told me as I began to help her.
"Okay," I replied.
After helping her set up, I began the new torture of running around after a ball that I had no hope of catching. Mrs. Grendier made me run for that ball so much and get up; I was breathing heavily in minutes, if not seconds, after starting. I chased that ball faster than a dog on a tennis ball. I ran around the gym and found that I was running less and less as the day went on. It seemed to me that Mrs. Grendier was working on my basics to a point with the weights on that I didn't know how I didn't fall apart.
My body was sore as the day went on as. I leaped for each ball hard until I was panting and regretted running. As I worked, I put my hair up in a ponytail, and I saw sympathy from various women as they came back in with Mr. Trimmers.
I was feeling relief that the class was almost over and my personal hell was almost over.
But it didn't seem to, and I kept jumping for balls that I knew I couldn't catch up to if I failed to send them back over. Mrs. Grendier sent them over the ball after ball making me run for them as if they were only a foot away. Sweat dripped from my brow, and my shirt was soaked in sweat as I continued to chase after the ball as if my life depended on it.
The ring of the bell made me collapse in a way that I hadn't done in years, and I flipped onto my back, gasping heavily for air. "Good work out there, Angela," Mrs. Grendier said, her smile bright. "I still think you would be a great Track and Feild runner. Now go clean yourself up and go home. I got the mess." Mrs. Grendier was smiling as she departed, and I breathed deeply and got up after only a minute.
I walked over to my bag, almost limping over how tired I was. A trail of sweat was left behind, and I sat beside my bag, exhausted as I pulled out my phone. I immediately opened the text from Crystal and smiled.
Crystal: I figured. However, we do have to figure out an alternative in case I can't help in the future. I will be there in a minute. See you soon, Mistress.
I sighed, and I felt the thirst take over, and I got up, letting the sweat drip from my body, and decided to forget about the locker room. I would clean up at work as I was already breathing hard and found it difficult to move. I walked down the hallway and noticed a couple of scrunched noses at my smell. I probably stank of sweat, but I didn't care. I found a water fountain, and I began to drink mouthful after mouthful of water. I didn't stop for a minute or two, and when I pulled my head back, I gasped a fresh breath of air with pleasure.
"That was an awesome workout," I sighed under my breath. I had not worked myself into this state in too long. It was hard, but Mrs. Grendier got me there. I believe that it was my self-defense master that got me into this position last. I hadn't seen him since summer, and I wondered if he was okay. The guy was probably fine, but I should go visit him soon.
I shook my head and walked down the hallway toward the exit without pause. I moved with purpose and soon reached the doors and found Crystal's car. I walked over to it with my breathing just starting to get back in control. I opened my backpack and pulled out the towel before closing it. I opened the door, placed the towel on the seat before putting my bag down in the back seat, and sat in her car.
"What the fuck happened to you?" Crystal gasped, looking at the condition I was in. Her surprise was evident.
"Volleyball practice took it out of me. I need to get to work and take off these weights." I told her and began to take off all the weights I was wearing. Losing two hundred and sixty pounds was liberating, and I sighed as I laid back in her seat.
Crystal was trying to concentrate on the road as she pulled out of the school, but I could see that she was having problems.
"I wore all my weights and did sprints and jogs for ten to fifteen minutes before chasing a ball around for volleyball with recovery practice. If I failed to send the ball back over the net to the proper place, I would have to chase after it and try to recover again." I reported. "It wasn't easy," The last statement was self-explanatory, and I just relaxed in my seat as she drove.
"I bet you look wiped out!" Crystal exclaimed, "Are you going to be able to perform tonight?"
The question hung in the air for a couple of moments before I started to laugh, which made me cough. Crystal looked over to me but kept her main concentration on the road. After coughing for a minute because my lungs were exhausted, I nodded. "It shouldn't be an issue," I told her, already feeling my cock hardening in my panties. "I have a pair of twins to dominate tonight. I will not forget to enjoy myself as I dominate both of them."
I smiled at Crystal, "How was your day?" I asked a much more important question, and Crystal smiled.
"I finished that project I was working on for a piece of equipment. I will keep it for a week and charge the guy for extra work. The guy was an ass on the phone, so he can pay extra," the smile on her face was slightly sadistic, and I knew she didn't see it as she told me. "How was yours other than the ass-kicking you got in the gym?" Crystal asked, and I frowned as I thought about it.
"Actually," I began.
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