The Question
Eternal
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The Question said:HEADHUNTERS
“Dude, what the fuck are you waiting for?†Jimmy demanded, adjusting the canvas strap of the tool bag on his shoulder. “Gear up already and let’s fuckin’ go.â€
David looked up at his friend, finished lacing his left boot. His pale blue eyes narrowed as he shook his head faintly; he stood, zipped up the black nylon flight jacket Jimmy had lent him for the night’s activity. “I still don’t think this is a good idea.†he objected for the umpteenth time, but reached for the empty canvas olive-drab backpack on the bed beside him anyway.
“Pussy.†Jimmy spat. David rolled his eyes; Jimmy continued, “All we have to do is follow the plan and this’ll be a piece of fuckin’ cake. Shit, you got the easy job! All you’ve gotta do is keep an eye out for cops while I pop the front door. Then we grab the laptops, book it over to Fred and Betty’s, and fuckin’ stash ‘em. The owner chick is out of town until tomorrow night. There are no cameras,†Jimmy gestured expansively. “No alarms. Nothing’s even open in this shitty town after two in the morning. It’s fuckin’ bulletproof. Got it?â€
“Uh huh.†David grumbled as they made their way downstairs to the living room. “I’m just trying to figure who’s the dumber motherfucker.â€
“Yeah?â€
“Yeah. You, for coming up with this crazy shit – or me, for knowing how fuckin’ stupid risky it is and going along with it anyway.â€
“Well, remind me to ask you what you think when we’re sitting here surfing the internet and playin’ Medal of Honor on those fine-ass computing units.â€
“Yeah, or when we’re sitting in a fuckin’ holding cell…â€
“Just quit your bitchin’ and let’s go.â€
In an upstairs apartment on Main Street, a girl in her late teens stretched her long, sculpted arms and legs and turned over in bed, unable to fall fully asleep. A cascade of dark curls framed her delicate alabaster skin. The point of her pink tongue danced over her upper lip, then disappeared. A gentle gasp moved her full lower lip before her flawless teeth pulled it in slightly, briefly tensing in synch with a barely-perceptible clenching of her closed eyes, her head tilting back, ever so slightly, in reflex reaction to the sensation her mind provided itself.
She sighed softly, gently pressing her thighs together; in her half-dreaming state, she almost believed she could feel her prey there, desperate and struggling.
The sky over the small coastal Washington town of Toluca was a rusty, glowing ceiling bearing down on the erstwhile cat-burglars’ heads, thanks to the combined effect of the foul-smelling smog of a slowly dying paper mill and the scant strings of Lucalox streetlamps that clung like beaded strands of incandescent sweat to the heaving breast of the coastal landscape.
“Jesus, I almost forgot how much this town fucking reeks.†David complained, his face etched in disgust under a black Gore-Tex watch cap. Jimmy said nothing.
Main Street was dead when Jimmy and David finally set foot on the shadowed corner of Main and Sixth.
“There it is.†Jimmy grinned, his narrowed eyes gleaming in street light. “You’re not gonna puss out on me, are ya?†He nudged David with an elbow, chuckling as the younger man shook his head and shivered.
“Let’s just get this shit over with. I’m tired, and it’s freezing out here.â€
“Well, it’s gonna be nice and warm in there.†Jimmy nudged him forward. “You get three minutes to thaw out before we bail.â€
The front window of their target – a small gym, Toluca Bodycrafting – was ordinary glass. Jimmy had briefly considered the crude but effective approach of simply smashing that vast pane of ordinary glass with a brick for this night’s entry method – but David had convinced him that the sound of glass shattering was too recognizable, and a powdering of broken glass under the streetlights far too visible.
In truth, David had been trying to talk Jimmy out of this thing entirely. Between the two, David had gotten all the brains – and Jimmy had gotten all the guts.
But Jimmy had simply adapted his plan; so now they stood, David peering nervously down the main drag from the chilly shadow beneath the expansive green awning bearing the words, “Toluca Bodycraftingâ€, Jimmy retrieving an improvised explosive from the tool bag.
The device had begun its life as a group of seven “Whistling Pete†firecrackers. Each had been pounded flat with an ordinary ballpeen hammer, then wrapped thick with electrical tape until round again – the process repeated until each firecracker could be flattened no more, then the seven similarly wrapped in a bundle and their fuses braided and taped together. This potent homemade explosive Jimmy now affixed to the gym’s front door, between the knob and the frame, with yet more electrical tape. Then, careful to leave the fuse exposed, he secured a second improvised device: a small funnel, stuffed with thick paper towels, with an old cork from a long-forgotten wine bottle securely glued into the narrower end.
After a handful of minutes spent in hushed preparation, it was time.
Jimmy tapped David’s shoulder in a prearranged signal, then flipped open his Zippo. The two would have about three seconds to get clear of the door once the fuse was lit, unless they wanted to gamble on being hit by shards of superheated plastic from their improvised silencer.
David felt his knees and hands begin to shake; his insides felt as if they were being filled with ice. He felt the blood drain from his face, and fire fill his thighs, his biceps.
Then the silence was ripped open by the roar of the fuse coming to life, and David didn’t even wait for the second tap to start running for cover.
In the darkness, she turned in her sleep, still restless… still hungry. Then the world exploded – a sound like a cannon shot rang through the building, rattled her teeth. A terrified scream shot from her throat before she clapped a long-fingered hand over her small mouth. Her eyes, huge and almost glowing in the dim light, darted from side to side, her small, firm breasts straining the fabric of her t-shirt as she drew in great gasps of air.
But as her ears reattuned themselves in the silent wake of the blast, she heard footsteps. Slow, furtive footsteps. Her eyes narrowed in anger… then, in anticipation. She smiled in a shadow, but her smile was darker.
Jimmy stepped over the shredded doorknob, its locking bolt still thrust, all futile now, into a bent and partially torn metal frame. A few feet away lay the twisted remains of the deadbolt, a ghost of smoke rising toward the ceiling. A faint odor of sulphur tinged the air.
David trailed behind Jimmy, eyes large with fear and amazement. “Holy shit!†he whispered. “Sincrely! Holy fucking shit!â€
“Fuckin’ A right!†Jimmy hissed back, extending both arms together in front of him to send brief bursts of hand-shaded crimson light from a tiny LED lamp out in search of their treasure. “You liked that shit, didn’tcha!â€
A pair of hazel eyes peered out from the darkness – cold, predatory eyes behind a thick mass of bed-tangled curls. A slim hand moved with infinite care, slowly parted the dark hair. When the ruddy light came again, she counted two silhouettes.
She catalogued them; the further one: approximately six feet, with a muscular build. Perhaps two hundred pounds. He might provide her with a challenge. The nearer, all of five foot nine, with a swimmer’s build that couldn’t have been much more than one hundred sixty. Both of them very cute, but she liked smaller men better – easier to control. She couldn’t decide if she wanted to destroy the smaller one, or keep him.
She loved little men, loved to play with them, to use them for her own satisfaction – but most especially, she loved to wrap herself around them, to feel them struggling against her, to grind herself against them and witness the agony and terror in their eyes as they tried to escape but only spurred her arousal higher and higher – and, finally, as passion overcame her, she loved to break them. Slowly. She wet her lips in the darkness, gave soft voice to a combined moan and growl of anticipation.
David turned. “What the hell was that?â€
Jimmy took his hand off the LED mini-light’s pressure switch, extinguishing the red light from the room. “I told you, the owner’s out of town. You’re probably hearing shit.†he said, but his own voice betrayed a touch of nervousness. “What did it sound like?â€
David cocked his head invisibly. “I don’t know.†he thought a second. “Sounded almost like… a cat.â€
“A cat?†Jimmy’s voice filled with exasperation. Then he joked, “You’re not afraid of a little pussy, are ya?†He flipped the mini-light on again, then threw his hands down to his sides after a moment, clearly upset. “Where the fuck – ?!†The laptops they’d come for weren’t on the table near the window, where the two young adventurers had spied them earlier; neither were they anywhere to be seen among the gym’s neatly arrayed rows of exercise equipment. Jimmy’s frustration mounted.
David didn’t notice. “No! Dude – “ he insisted, “It sounded big!â€
Thoroughly fed up, Jimmy spun on David in the dark, hissed, “Listen, motherfucker, the only big pussy in here is you! Now shut your fuckin’ whinin’, and either help me or quit crowdin’ me! Go look for that fuckin’ cat or somethin’.â€
Stung, David took a few steps back. Then he shrugged, turned, and gingerly made his way toward the direction of the sound, careful to avoid tripping over any of the large, heavy machinery in the gym’s common area.
She retreated silently, on the balls of her feet, backward up the stairwell, watching him approach. He had compared her to a cat, and it both flattered and thrilled her. Without even the ambient light from the street, the stairwell was as black as ink; she pressed herself into that blackness. A soft purr was all the warning he would have that a very large cat indeed was on the hunt.
“Heeere, kitty, kitty… †David whispered, edging closer to the deeper darkness of the stairwell. Wishing he had a mini-light himself, he edged into the comforting blackness. A sudden, soft footstep sent his heart pounding up into his throat, utterly freezing him in midbreath – but it was far too late. Something slipped around his neck. A tug at his shoulder blade spun him 180 degrees. Something hard slammed across his backside, jarring his jaw shut on his tongue. Something slipped over his mouth barely in time to silence the cry of pain.
“God dammit, watch where you’re goin’ over there!†Jimmy spat from far, far away.
Solid warmth of flesh under his arms crushed his breath from him in a long, tortured hiss. He tried to climb back to his feet, but his thighs were trapped under what felt like another pair of legs. Hot breath washed over his neck as his attacker sighed behind him – a wave of cool, soft hair draped itself on his shoulder as a hot mouth bit his ear, a pair of lush lips caressed his neck. Something – two firm but yielding somethings – lowered past his shoulder blades, pressed into his back, but not nearly as ferociously as the humping, grinding junction of the two pillars crushing him.
“Ahhhhh… †someone breathed into his ear as static popped, then sizzled, behind his eyes. Then the fire in his chest and a ringing in his ears grew to a roaring inferno… and, slowly, the world faded away.
“Shit!†Jimmy cursed under his breath; another pass of the mini-light. “Shit, shit – shit!†The two beautiful laptops – their treasure, their prize – were nowhere to be found. Not on the desk where he’d spotted them the previous morning. Not at the counter where the cash register lay sleeping. Not under the counter where the Seattle Yellow Pages lay mocking him. Not on the shelves behind the counter heavy with nutritional supplements. Nowhere.
And now, to top it all off, his accomplice was off somewhere doing – what the hell was he doing? The three minutes were long up, anyway. There was no longer any point in delaying his admission of defeat – it was time to call it a loss and get the hell out of here.
He turned, “Hey! Dennis!†He whispered, using David’s pre-selected alias. “Come on, we’re getting the fuck outta here.†There was no answer. “Hey! Pussy-chaser! Move your skinny ass, let’s go!â€
Still no answer.
Jimmy pulled his mini-light once more, started making his way in the direction his accomplice had gone. “Motherfucker, if I have to – “
He paused. There was no sign of David. A thread of fear started to weave its way through his practiced overconfidence. The mini-light slipped a little in his suddenly sweaty fingers.
He moved cautiously through what he could now see was a doorway; a drinking fountain glared red back at him. Around the corner of the doorway, to his right, he saw a flight of stairs. Not good. Not fucking good! This, he hadn’t anticipated. His heart sped in his chest, his breath shallowed and went coarse.
Still… not a sound. What the hell was going on here? His nerves, it felt to him, had been replaced with pure electricity as he crept upward, a single stair at a time. He nearly tripped over the final step. Silence lay like a cold, wet blanket over the unseen room… but now he could smell something. Something so familiar… Perfume. It was perfume. He allowed a tiny burst of deep red light, and nearly had a heart attack.
In that flash of light, he caught a glimpse of a tall dresser. A nightstand. A queen-size bed. On the bed, a body. David’s body.
An arm slipped around his throat from behind; he gagged, not yet even comprehending that he was under attack. A second arm wrenched his empty hand painfully behind him, up between his shoulder blades. The mini-light clattered on the hardwood floor as his free arm shot to the thing that was choking him, and the room went black. Five panicked seconds later, so did Jimmy.
“Okay.†her voice husked in the dimness. “No, I’m sure. These two are perfect. The bigger one is just the kind you like. Ballsy. A little mean. Mmm hmm. A little. They messed up the front door pretty good. They actually used some kind of homemade explosive or something… oh, yeah, loud enough to wake the dead, but there’s nobody on the street… well, that’s up to you. Okay. Yep. Perfect.†The sound of a cell phone’s cover snapping closed was like cannonshot in the quiet.
She took a moment to survey her prisoners, brushing a wayward bundle of nut-brown curls from her eyes. Carefully, she knelt behind where Jimmy’s stocky, six foot two bulk lay on the hardwood floor of the living room; her fingers quickly and expertly checking the bindings of his hands to make sure they hadn’t been tied too tightly. She didn’t want to leave bruises as evidence. She looked the body over, then left softly, returning to drape a towel over the head.
Then she turned her attention to David, visible through the door to her own bedroom.
The lithe 18 year old began to sway as she stepped into her room. Then, slowly and rhythmically, she stripped out of her sweatpants, lowering them away from her narrow, perfect waist; past fantastically hard, round glutes and the indentations of creased muscle in her wide hips, and finally, down along the gentle outer sweeps of her long, fleshy thighs. The cloth bunched briefly at the hard balls of muscle that were her calves, then slipped to the floor, where her delicate ankle brushed them aside before a slender foot kicked them away.
Next, she crossed her slender but sinewy forearms, and in one motion lifted her t-shirt up and off, freeing her breasts, the nipples hardening in the dimly-lit coolness of the bedroom.
Slowly, she knelt on the edge of the bed, making her way forward with quiet precision until she sat atop David’s unconscious form, one powerful thigh on either side of his waist; then, just as carefully, she hooked her calves around his ankles, and lowered her chest to envelop his sleeping face.
His response was immediate, and exactly what she had hoped for; he twitched; then, unable to breathe, he panicked and struggled in the twining embrace of her long limbs. His attempts to twist out from under her excited her; she stretched atop him, purring contentedly.
With his face enveloped hopelessly between her young, full breasts, he fought for air and gained none. Her hands cradled the back of his head, wedging his mouth and nose further yet into her cleavage; her thighs crushed in painfully on his lower ribs as they stretched her legs to either side, and his along with them. It felt as if, any moment, the tendons in his hips and knees would be irreparably torn.
Then, mercifully, she eased herself up, allowing him some desperately-needed air. “Wake up, sleepyhead!†she giggled.
“Oh, god…†he looked away, terrified and embarrassed. “What are you gonna do with us?†His guts were crawling with dread.
“Mmmmm.†her face adopted a stern expression. “I think you mean, what am I going to do with you? Your friend isn’t in any shape to play anymore.†she giggled.
“No.†he whispered. “You didn’t…†good God, had this girl killed his friend? He tried again to break free.
“Mmmmmm…†she purred appreciatively, then slam-stretched her legs out again; he howled – then whimpered, once more subdued, as she eased the pressure. Taking his jaw in her hand, she twisted his head forcefully in the direction of the bedroom door, Jimmy’s unmoving body plainly visible just beyond it. “See for yourself!†she growled with a devilish twinkle in her eye.
“Oh, god…†he whispered again. “Oh, no…â€
“Ohhhh, YES!†she ground herself on him, ecstatic at the fear in his voice, the renewed trembling of him against her. She bent her neck and bit his in a feline gesture of heat fueled by aggression, eliciting a yelp of pain and fright.
Then, taking his wrists in her deceptively delicate hands, she pulled them both from the bed; before he could entirely get his footing, she spun him away from her, then wrapped a sinewy forearm across his throat, and began to walk him toward Jimmy.
“What are you doing?†He croaked, gulping against the bone of her forearm as it dug into his throat and staggering a bit with the unaccustomed gait.
“Quiet.†she ordered. “You’ll find out.†As they passed Jimmy’s body, she reached out her bare foot and nudged it – and the body stirred, then sprang into consciousness, its head thrashing under the towel while its arms jerked frantically at the rope that bound them at the wrists.
David jumped in the girl’s grip, loosing a bewildered shout which Jimmy returned in a pure fear reflex, still half-blinded as the towel slid from his face. Disoriented, he looked one way, then the other, as David’s bare-breasted captor laughed uproariously.
Then the nearly unprecedented happened – Jimmy somehow twisted one hand out of the rope – it fell away.
He started to lunge for her, but she tightened her headlock on David brutally hard, the mirth leaving her face in an instant.
“I can break his neck.†she warned the bigger boy. Resting her cheek against David’s, but glaring steadily at Jimmy, she told the boy struggling in her grip, “Now we find out if he’s really your friend. Now we find out if there really is honor among thieves.â€
Jimmy’s face hardened – she tightened her grip further on David’s jaw – the older boy’s shoulders fell in a silent admission of defeat.
“What the fuck do you want?†he spat.
A sound from downstairs turned his face to stone – the sound of the front door closing, then the slow, measured click of high heels.
“I want you to meet my mom, sweetie.†The girl smiled sweetly.
“Rebecca?†a voice called from the stairway, rising with the clicking of heels.
“Up here, Mom!†Rebecca answered, smiling through the faux fear in her tone. “Hurry!†She giggled at the look of disgust on Jimmy’s face, before he spun to confront the sight of the older woman emerging from the stairwell into the lamplight that suffused the bedroom.
His jaw dropped, and both mens’ eyes widened at the sight. At 6’4†and well over 200 pounds of solid muscle, the woman was simply gigantic. Even modestly dressed, there was no hiding the fact that her arms looked to be as thick as Jimmy’s thighs, and her thighs… well, Jimmy could barely wrap his mind around them. Even in that plain, grey, knee-length skirt, there was no getting around the fact that they were absolutely enormous.
Below the knee, the visual shock treatment continued, with calves that must have measured a solid nineteen inches, and flared into diamonds of muscle so hard and so sharply defined that one could imagine they could etch glass.
Jimmy was absolutely sickened. “Jesus fucking Christ!†he spat, turning back to Rebecca. “I thought you said your mother was coming home, and here your dad shows up in drag!â€
“Excuse me?†Gina Dornan was only one long, swift stride away from the impudent intruder, and she covered it in an instant, seizing one arm in a shockingly powerful grip before wrenching it up and behind his back, then wrapping her other arm around his neck – and with both arms, hoisting him up into the air, her breasts cushioning his back. All of this took only a second. He struggled for an instant, but only for an instant, before the pain overpowered his will to resist.
“I’m going to give you boys a choice.†Jimmy’s raven-haired captor informed them. “And I want you to consider it very carefully. If you understand me, I want you to put your left arm straight out to the side.â€
Jimmy managed to focus just long enough to extend his free arm feebly away from his body before Gina mercifully set him back on his feet.
“Here are your choices.†She continued. “You can go to jail tonight for breaking into my business and frightening my poor defenseless child nearly to death,†at this, she smiled knowingly at Rebecca, who winked back at her in turn, “or you and your friend become my employees. I don’t know what it was you intended to steal, but the fact that that’s how you choose to spend your Saturday night means that you’re either bored or broke. Either way, you need a job and I need a little help around here. I’m going to give you two exactly one minute to decide, and then you’re either going downstairs to start work, or you’re going to jail. Oh – “ she retightened her grip on Jimmy’s throat; he gagged and began to shake all over as she leaned in and whispered in his ear – “and you’re going to apologize for questioning my femininity, or you’ll be going to the hospital regardless of where you end up after that. Is that clear?â€
Abruptly, she and her daughter simultaneously released their prisoners – though Rebecca kept her arm draped loosely about David’s trembling shoulders, her body pressed lightly against his.
“Job.†David said, then repeated, more directly, to Jimmy, “We’ll take the job.â€
“Quiet.†Jimmy shot back, rubbing his sore jaw.
“Oh, I’m sorry!†David snapped, his patience worn thin. “Would you rather go to jail? Look,†he cast a pleading look on Gina, “can we choose individually, or does this have to be a package deal?â€
“Fuck you!†Jimmy started toward David, then stopped as Rebecca stepped in front of him and Gina shot a restraining arm into his way.
“It is a package deal, I’m afraid.†Gina replied. “You invaded my home with your friend. You stood to gain as much as he did; you’ll have to face the same consequences he does.â€
“Then we’re taking… the job.â€
“Not until I fucking say we are!†Jimmy snarled.
Gina re-clamped the headlock, instantly silencing him. “Are you speaking for the both of you?†she asked.
David felt a rush of something. Was it pride? He couldn’t tell, but no one had ever addressed him as an equal when hanging around with Jimmy before, much less as the leader. Finally: “Yeah.†he nodded. “On account of he’s non compis fucking mentis at this point.†He was surprised when Gina actually laughed delightedly.
“Well!†she leaned to address Jimmy directly. “It looks like we know who the brains of the outfit is.†she once again released Jimmy, but kept him in arm’s reach. “That settles it. As of now, you two are working for me. And don’t think of getting yourselves fired to get out of this. If I fire you, you will not pass Go. You will not collect your pay checks. You will go directly to jail. Is that understood?â€
Both men nodded – David eagerly, Jimmy with an air of unmatched sullenness.
“But being fired won’t be a package deal.†Gina continued, speaking pointedly to Jimmy again. “Your friend made a smart call on your behalf. If you screw that up, he won’t be paying for your bad judgement. Now.†She indicated the stairway. “You start tonight.†She looked over her shoulder at Rebecca. “You might want to put your top on, dear. No reason to give the non-paying public a show.â€
After a moment, the four descended into the gym. Gina flipped on the lights. “I appreciate that you boys didn’t break the window to get in here. You would have had to pull guard duty all night down here if you had. You’re going to work off the cost of that door, though. Stand over there, please.†she indicated the open space before a pair of Nautilus machines.
Jimmy and David complied, Jimmy casting David a withering look.
“Turn a full circle.†Gina instructed, and the two complied, slowly turning while the women appraised their respective builds. “The bigger boy will be mine,†she told her daughter.
“That’s okay with me,†Rebecca replied with a sly expression. “I like the little one better, anyway.â€
Mother and daughter stepped forward to stand behind Jimmy and David. Gina nodded to Rebecca, and on her cue, both women bent their knees and wrapped their arms around their respective “weightsâ€, lifting them in synchronized bearhugs that sent the mens’ breath whooshing from their lungs, then lifted them entirely off the floor.
“Put your arm around my shoulders.†Gina ordered. Jimmy had no choice but to comply. Taking his cue, David draped an arm around Rebecca as well, and both women quickly scooped the mens’ legs, cradling them. Gina wedged a foot between the front door and the frame, pulling it open. “Time for a little jog.†she announced. “You up for it, Becky?â€
“Sure, mom!â€
“Okay, hold on –“ Jimmy started to protest.
“Are you quitting on me already?†Gina scowled. Jimmy shut his mouth. “No, I didn’t think so. Just be glad there’s no one out there to see you. This time. Maybe next time, we’ll do this at lunch hour. Or better yet, right in the middle of Happy Hour, right past the bar.â€
The two women and their human weights emerged into the rusty glare of the street lamps. Slowly at first, then building speed as they went, mother and daughter began to jog down the empty sidewalk.
David’s face showed pure amazement as he gazed into Rebecca’s eyes and felt her feminine yet powerful arms under and around him. She smiled, looking for all the world as if she knew exactly the effect she was having on him. It felt to David like his entire world was changing like the view through a kaleidoscope – but far from being uncomfortable, he found it exhilarating.
In too short a time, to him, they reached the other end of Main Street, where it branched off. One way was uphill – too steep, David judged, even for these improbably powerful women to carry them. In the other direction, Main Street descended toward the paper mill, with its stomach-turning stench.
Gina set Jimmy on his feet, and David was surprised to find himself disappointed when Rebecca did the same.
“Okay.†Rebecca told Jimmy. “I’m going to give you a chance to earn a little trust. But you should know that if you try anything stupid, I’m going to hurt you, and then I’m going to fire you. Understand?†Jimmy nodded.
Gina turned, and squatted down slightly. “Get on my back.†she ordered. Warily, but without argument or complaint, Jimmy complied. “Good boy.†Meanwhile, Rebecca had followed her mother’s example, and David followed Jerry’s – a bit hesitantly…
“Hey, Mom!†Rebecca giggled. “I think mine’s got an extra leg!†The two women straightened, and Gina regarded David with upraised eyebrows.
“Really!†The older woman exclaimed. “Well, now don’t I feel shortchanged!†Jimmy harrumphed.
Stepping back through the doorway at the gym, Gina announced the final exercise of the evening. “Squat time!†Setting the men back on their feet, the two women directed them to a pair of Jamn Squat Machines.
As Jimmy and David stood with their backs to the machines, Gina and Rebecca stood with their backs to the men, then squatted until their buttocks rested on their heels.
“Sit on my shoulders.†Gina ordered.
David followed his friend’s example, and both looked nervously at each other, then exclaimed “Hey!†as the long, sinewy thighs and calves flexed, bulged and propelled them heavenward.
“Okay, now hop up on the cushions.†Again, the two complied; mother and daughter then settled into the cushions, having added the weight of two adult men to what was already on the machine.
David had no idea how much weight that was – but he knew it was far more than he could move, many times more even than his bigger friend could push around. And here was a girl of barely eighteen under him and this weight, while he, she and it descended toward the floor so slowly that the movement was almost imperceptible.
Then they stopped… and stayed in that position. Neither woman spoke – the banter di and that was the only outward sign at all that there might be any effort involved at all.
David looked at Jimmy; the look was returned, and although neither uttered so much as a syllable for fear of breaking the womens’ concentration, the unadulterated awe on David’s face was finally mirrored on Jimmy’s.
And then they were rising again – so slowly that it was impossible to tell, at first. David watched Gina’s thighs bulge and striate, and found himself getting so stiff he feared he might damage himself in the tight confines of his jeans.
“Hey, don’t be getting hard over my mom, little boy!†Rebecca scolded him.
How did she know – ? David kept his mouth shut. Gina giggled.
Five times, they descended – five times they climbed. Finally, Gina and Rebecca pulled the two men back onto their shoulders, setting them down as gently as newborn kittens.
“Well.†Gina declared. “That’s enough exercise for tonight. My thighs are burning nicely, and I think I’ll have a massage.†So saying, she wrapped one solid, sculpted arm around Jimmy’s and pulled him toward the stairs, and her bedroom.
“Mmm, I know what you mean, Mom.†Rebecca tilted her face back, eyes closed, “I think I strained my pussy.†David’s jaw dropped.
“Dude!†Jimmy looked at David like the other boy had just won a heavyweight boxing title fight.
“Becky!†her mother chided laughingly. “God, you’re so crude sometimes!â€
By the time their first paychecks were written two weeks later, neither Jimmy nor David could have cared less about the financial benefits of their new job.
