A Flirt's Demise

 

Lena Sullivan made eyes at the divine young man on the machine next to her. The sweet feeling between her thighs was enough to keep her flirting for his attention. Lena relished a little sexual danger, especially when she was pissed off at her husband, Jeremy. Being married to a corporate big-wig was not exactly all she planned on. Jeremy was far too stuffy to suit her most of the time, and he simply didn't understand all her sexual needs.

Escaping that corporate world to the gym provided her with the opportunity to play at infidelity. Nothing overt, of course, she just needed to gaze on all that male flesh, the bulging muscles and the broad tanned shoulders. Jeremy had been like that when she first met him. But he rarely worked out, except in the company gym. Lena hardly saw him sweat, the stunning body that had wooed her into marriage was too often clothed in crisp cotton shirts, classic suits and stuffy ties. When he came to bed, it was too often in the dark, late at night, their love-making a pale comparison to their uproarious honeymoon. Jeremy kept talking about going on a vacation, which gave her the promise of something spicier, but that had been perpetually postponed.

Lena smiled sweetly at Derek next to her. She was a pixie of a woman, with long dark hair she was now wearing in a braid down her back. Her clear olive complexion, vibrant youthful grin, flirtatious brown eyes and hard body with abundant sensuousness made her one of the most looked at women in the athletic club. She had never had a problem attracting the attentions of men.

After teasing Derek for three weeks, Lena now wondered just how far she could go with this handsome brute. Once he'd finished on the machines however, he moved on to the racquetball court and she didn't see him until after he'd played a rousing match and was ready for the showers. In her tights and thong backed leotard, she walked by him slowly making that all important eye contact.

"Say, Lena," she heard him call to her after she'd already passed him. Turning around, she noticed how he stared at her, giving her a head to toe once over, then smiling. "Want to grab a juice, or something when we're done?"

"Sure," she replied, and she abruptly turned around and walked off. Her heart beat a little faster, and that lovely feeling between her thighs was instantly resurrected.

Forty-five minutes later, Lena and Derek had escaped to an empty massage room, the man's hands quickly combing her hot flesh, his lips making an ardent attack on hers. One brief instant of guilt washed over her and was gone, her marriage vows worth about as much as the paper they were written on. Just this once, just this once, she told herself.

With Derek's erection planted deep between her legs, they rode each other hard toward a conclusion. Passions flying, caution thrown to the wind, it was an exhilarating moment for an over-sexed pair of one-night stand lovers. But when the door suddenly opened-they thought it had been locked-the two lovers froze where they lay on the narrow massage table. A face peered in, one they couldn't quite make out with the bright lights behind it. A few seconds for the intruder to understand what he'd disturbed, and the door closed. With the fire vanishing from the naughty couple's brisk conflagration, the climax was much less than they expected. Afterwards, Lena and Derek parted with smiles, though neither one expected a repeat performance.

"Mrs. Sullivan." A half hour later, Lena in street clothes was almost out of the athletic club door when she heard a voice calling her back. Turning, she found herself staring into the eyes of a man she'd never met, though there was something familiar about his appearance. Tall, trim, muscular, long sandy blonde hair tied back in a ponytail, and a finely chiseled face; if she hadn't just had sex with another glorious male specimen, she might have made a play for this one, except that his cool expression scared her.

"Come with me, please," he said motioning her into a back office.

"Is there some problem?" she asked.

"We'll see," he said. "I'm Bryan Jones, just hired as the martial arts instructor."

"How nice to meet you," Lena replied, stretching out her hand for him to shake.

Sitting down behind a desk, he peered up at her, Lena getting the distinct feeling that she was in trouble. Like standing before the principal in high school, her stomach was churning anxiously. In the back of her mind, she thought of being interrupted in the massage room. Did that have something to do with this unexpected delay in her schedule?

"Mrs. Sullivan, you are Mrs. Jeremy Sullivan?"

"Yes, you know my husband?"

"I do. His company hired me to teach some martial arts training seminars. I've had him in my classes. Fine student of a very rigorous discipline."

"He's never mentioned it," Lena responded. If this was just a social conversation, that she could handle, and her anxiety eased off. "I imagine that's something that Jeremy would like though. He's always had a fascination for oriental things."

"Has he?" Bryan nodded. "I suppose I should get to the point, Mrs. Sullivan, or should I call you Lena?"

"Lena would be fine," she replied pleasantly. "I'm still getting used to the Mrs. Sullivan thing."

"Apparently so. I just got a glimpse of your difficulty with the "Mrs." thing," he said sarcastically. I was the one that interrupted that fling with your boyfriend in the massage room." The queasiness in Lena's stomach returned in an instant. "I can't tell you how much this distresses me, knowing your husband, not to mention the inappropriateness of screwing someone on the sly in the gym's massage room."

"I'm sorry if that bothers you, Mr. Jones, but it is really none of your business," Lena managed to reply to the man. She was not planning on defending herself.

"It's my business when you're using the facilities."

"Well, then if it should ever happen again, I'll be sure to do it somewhere else." She was ticked that this Bryan Jones had the audacity to confront her. With the tone of her voice, she didn't hesitate to communicate her annoyance.

"I'm sure you will," Bryan said. "But there is the matter of your adultery to discuss."

The word stunned her, momentarily taken off guard. She hadn't really thought of her quick screw as adultery. That was a term for far more serious sex. "I beg your pardon," she began again, when she'd regained her composure, "it is none of your business." Her tone was icy.

"I'm afraid I've made it my business," Bryan informed her.

"What do you mean by that?"

"I just wanted you to know that I'll be mentioning this to your husband when I see him again."

"You what!"

"I've been watching you for the two weeks I've been here, aware of who you are. You're quite a prick tease, aren't you? How many men have you been screwing behind your husband's back?"

"Derek is the only one."

"Is he?"

"He absolutely is!" she snapped. "Not that you have any right to butt in where you're not wanted."

"I see things a little differently, Mrs. Sullivan. Whether it's one or a dozen, you've behaved like a little whore!"

"Mr. Jones!" Her face was beet red. She would have slapped him if she'd been close at all.

"Bothers you to hear the truth, doesn't it? We'll it's time you were confronted with your behavior. You're a promiscuous little brat that needs to be taught a lesson. And that's exactly what I plan to do."

"You wouldn't tell Jeremy! What kind of demented busy-body are you?"

"You might say I have my own reasons."

He was sly, cold, with a ruthless streak that frightened her.

"You say you've been watching me?"

"Women of your ilk fascinate me. How duplicitous you can be."

"Speaking of duplicitous . . . " she started in angrily. As she spoke, Bryan pushed back in his chair and rose to his feet. Coming around the desk, he towered over the diminutive Lena. Though she packed a good deal of power in her voluptuous five-foot two frame, she felt dwarfed not only by his size, but by the way his energy loomed over her. The smirk on his face suggested he was having a great time at her expense.

"Duplicitous?" he repeated. "How could I possibly be duplicitous. I haven't even met you until today. I'm as straight with you as I can be."

"What do you want from me?"

He snickered. "It's not a matter of what I want, but what you're going to give me. I'll keep quiet about your extra-marital dalliance, but you will consent to be punished for your unfaithfulness. I'd recommend the treatment to Jeremy himself, if I clued him in on your behavior. But since you're so interested in keeping this from him, I'll do the honors myself."

"What do you mean being punished? Treatment?"

"You're going to be spanked," he said, quite matter-of-fact. He moved to a clear space in his office, pulled out an armless chair, then began rummaging around in a cabinet on the wall.

"You're going to what!"

"Spank you. Paddle your bottom. Make that sassy behind of yours feel an honest wrath."

"You've got to be kidding," Lena roared.

"Oh, but I'm not," he replied quite calmly.

"If you think I'm going to allow you to do this, you're crazy!" She was about to storm out of the office. "This is harassment and I'll take this to your boss."

"Boss? Humm." He looked at her thoughtfully. "Seems you're unaware that I own a good piece of this athletic club. It might be hard to take it to any higher authority. Besides, you say anything about this to anyone, I will tell Jeremy Sullivan every detail, and you can be sure that you won't be allowed back in this gym, ever."

She'd stopped at the door. Breathing hard, she couldn't even think. Never in a million years had she run into a man as brash, bold and cool as this one. What was worse she found his whole despicable act was thrilling her in a most unusual way. But getting a grip on herself, she had to come up with some way to extricate herself from the mess before her entire world was in an uproar. No, Jeremy could never know about Derek. She'd be on her knees begging him not to toss her out, and that was one thing she couldn't imagine herself doing. The marriage might not have been everything she wanted, but she wasn't about to throw it away. Marrying a man like Jeremy with looks, brains and a plentiful pocketbook wasn't something that was all that easy for a woman to do. Besides, she thought she loved him.

"You say you're going to spank me, and that's all?" Lena asked.