Then there was the eye-candy. A stream of nubile, hard bodied and hot blooded women passed in and out of the halls of Amazonia. Halter tops, biker shorts, sports bras, tanned and tall and short and thin and long-legged and big-titted women. So much to look at, day in and day out. And, despite the parties and a certain level of athletic prowess and popularity at school, Justin remained a virgin. He’d had opportunities to be sure, but he’d never been able to close the deal. And working at the gym gave him a great deal of fuel for his fantasies.
Janine Smith, for one. Now that woman was a milf and a half. Six feet tall, blonde and busty, with a deep golden tan. She was nearly forty, older even than his mother, but she was smoking hot. Then there was Lena Chao. Twenty-something with waist length black hair, almond shaped eyes, and a petite but lush frame. Or hell, even Marjorie Klim, one of the gym’s personal trainers. You’d never think a chick named Marge would be such a babe, but her short red hair, milky complexion, and gray eyes were hard to miss.
Yet not a single one of them could hold a candle to his own mother. But a son wasn’t supposed to look at his mother the way Justin sometimes looked at Diana.
Whistling to himself to dispel dangerous thoughts, Justin guided the laundry basket out of the men’s locker room and down the hall to the women’s. He knocked lightly on the door and asked if anyone was in there, but expected no response. The gym had closed nearly a half hour ago, and he assumed everyone had cleared out already. Even the bulk of the crew was gone, leaving just himself, the ‘towel boy,’ and his mom in the building. The wheels on the basket groaned as he pushed the door open and guided the cart into the locker room.
The women’s locker room was slightly larger than the men’s, with beige tiles and burgundy lockers. Justin would have said ‘white’ and ‘red,’ but his mother was quite specific, so beige and burgundy it was. The women’s room also tended to be cleaner than the men’s, which was fine with Justin. The less time he had to spend with a mop in his hand, the happier he was. He swept a towel up off the floor and threw it in the cart, then poked his head around a corner to scan the sinks and toilets.
Before he’d taken more than a step towards that part of the room, he heard humming. Justin paused, head cocked, and listened.
Lena Chao crossed his field of vision, coming from the direction of the showers. Her long, silky black hair was pinned up over her head, and a powder blue towel wound around her midsection. Every exposed inch of her skin gleamed with moisture. Beads of water decorated the slope of her neck and glimmered across her exposed cleavage. Her toenails were painted a bright blue, Justin noted, just as her humming stopped.
“Justin?” Lena asked, drawing to a halt. She put a hand on her hip and eyed him with a curious look. “What are you doing in here?” The angle of her hip allowed the edge of her towel to ride up slightly, revealing a little bit more of her thighs. The top of the towel did little to hide the valley between her breasts, either.