Chapter 3
The Kick-Boxer's Royale
Bennett awoke in a dark, nicely scented place. His cheeks were warm in the cold morning and he couldn't have asked for a softer pillow. Not unlike the previous morning, his right arm was fast asleep, though so was his left. Bennett took a deep breath, enjoying the wonderful aroma surrounding him, before lifting his head. Just inches from his face was the lovely Kay, whom he'd bumped into once he got back to the apartments. She was checking her mail and apparently still feeling whatever affects Bennett had on her when he came in. After exchanging pleasantries, which Kay made sure were extra pleasant, they both agreed it'd be better for all parties involved if she spent the night in Bennett's bed.So there they lay, crammed cozily in the small pull-out couch that served as his bed, the Winter sun beaming through the thin curtains and blanketing Kay's beautiful body. Bennett ached to bury his face back in her pillowy breasts and not move for the rest of the day, but he had work to do. As much as he loved his time with Kay, he did need to leave for work soon. Even if Anne's stern exterior was beginning to soften, late was late and she wouldn't be able to save his job. So he reluctantly pulled his arms out from under his lovely bed mate, extra carefully. He knew if Kay woke up before he could sneak away he wouldn't be able to get away from her to save his life.
Harem King or not, the man needed to recover after spending a night with Kay. As he limped towards his shower, Bennett worried a third night in a row with the insatiable older woman would kill him. Maybe that was the catch though, as there always was a catch to things like this. Maybe his new powers attracted women dangerous to his health, so he'd be put in an early grave. Kay would be enough, but the growing affection from Anne truly put fear in his heart. His mind was quickly whisked away from such things though as he thought about Melody, the odd woman out. Kay and Anne were obvious, but Melody was just a sweet girl. She was quiet and even a virgin, though it did seem she was a little more mischievous than the other women who'd caught his eye. He, of course, didn't know much of anything about the mousy librarian though, other than the fact that she liked her ass toyed with. And reading, obviously.
Bennett hardly realized he had managed to get all the way to work while thinking of his predicament. When he'd sold his soul he hadn't imagined it would take so much thought to become a Harem King. Not to mention the deep ache in his muscles. He'd have to look into a gym membership. Maybe that's how he'd avoid Kay after work...
Bennett rapped his knuckles on Anne's door. There was an audible sigh from the other side, which was impressive considering how far Anne's desk sat from the door. "I swear to God..." She grumbled, voice trailing off as she muttered to herself. "What. Is. It." She spat, her words coming very slowly, hitting the door like bullets. Bennett opened the door, poking his head in. Anne glared, the flames in her eyes burning holes through him, eye twitching ever so slightly. She curled a finger, beckoning him to her, long nails glinting maliciously in the warm office light. Bennett swallowed hard, stepping in, and letting the door shut behind him.
"Don't talk," Anne warned, tapping her long nail on her desk. "Come, silently," She hisses. Bennett nods, walking quickly up to Anne's desk. She looks at the tupperware in his hands and taps the desk twice, quickly, before returning to her steady slow tapping. Bennett places it down on the desk and her eyes return to his. It takes everything in his being to maintain eye contact and not shy away. "Who do you think you are, Bennett?" She asked, rising to her feet. Her heels made her almost as tall as Bennett, but he still had a few inches on her. "Why do you think you, my worst salesman, would be allowed to disturb me in my office when nobody else is? Hmm?" He words came sharp, shaking Bennett to his core, and as she spoke she slowly made her way around the desk to him.
She placed a slender hand on his chest and pushed gently. "Walk," She commanded. Bennett nodded quickly and began moving. He walked backwards, her hand never leaving his chest, as she guided him around the desk. "Why don't you take a seat? Why don't you sit in my seat Bennett?" She pushed, harder, and forced Bennett down into the large leather swivel chair. Anne towered over him as he sat there, staring at her with wide eyes. He'd never seen her like this, her calm anger much more frightening than her usual explosive self. "You already seem to think you own the place. So take my seat, Hell, take my job Ben-Net."
"Anne, I-" She placed a long finger over his lips, silencing him.
"Shh-sh-sh-shh," She shushed, her eyes running over him. The ever-angry woman bites her lip for a moment, expression softening as she thinks. She runs her tongue over her soft lips. "Get out of my office, Bennett. Get to work. Do not come back in here, ever. Understand?" Bennett nodded quickly. "Ever." She repeated. She clicked her fingers and he hopped to his feet. "I don't want to hear a peep out of you for the rest of the week." With that Bennett quickly exited her office, too fast to notice Anne's hungry eyes running over his body, staring at his ass in those ill-fitting suit pants. She sat back down, inhaling deeply, the scent of Bennett's cologne a weak cloud around her as she cracked open her homemade breakfast.
Though Anne didn't hand deliver Bennett's lunch today, he did find a tupperware container in the back of his car when he went out to eat. Perhaps Anne wasn't as angry as she wanted him to think. It could just be a show for the rest of the office. She can't get caught playing favorites after all. Bennett took his uninterrupted lunch as a chance to browse local gyms on his phone. He didn't want to spend a fortune on a big name chain, his budget only barely able to afford the personal trainer he would need. There weren't many options. In fact, as Bennett scanned over the gyms closer, he found there was really only one choice.
Pickett's Royale was a small gym with very few patrons. It belonged to a retired boxer who'd never made it passed to amateur circuit and was run by his kids. The gym was comprised of four rooms. The main room, with all the equipment, was by far the largest. It had to be to house the full-sized ring in the center of it, as well as be stocked full of weights, benches, punching bags, and treadmills. Among other exercise machines Bennett didn't even know existed. Next to the main room was a locker room. Really it was a locker alcove, a simple small area built into the wall of the main room. On either side of the locker alcove were doors which lead to the bathroom/shower rooms. One for men and the other for women.
Bennett had stopped on his way there to pick up a pair of basketball shorts and a t-shirt, not wanting to work-our in his suit, before making his way to Pickett's Royale. A large, barrel-chested man greeted Bennett as he entered. "A personal trainer?" He laughed, his voice booming through the whole gym. "I'm sure we can set you up with someone!" So Tommy, the man's name was Tommy, gave Bennett a quick tour as they made their way to the back, where the lockers sat. "Most people bring their own trainers, so we don't have many of our own employees certified. In fact, the only certified personal trainer around here is Alex." Tommy jerked his thumb to the girl sitting in the locker room.
She was lounging on the bench, legs stretched out in front of her as she lean far back against the wall behind. Alex's arms were folded across her chest, the lean muscles throughout them nicely displayed to passerby, and her tank top stopped at her ribs, letting her lean muscular stomach be shown off. She had long, thick legs hugged tightly by a small pair of shorts, her bare legs tanned creamy caramel. There was a splash of freckles across her small, slightly crooked, nose, a plain white bandage laid atop the upper part of the bridge. Her glittering green eyes had a sort of fierceness in them, auburn hair chopped in a short pixie cut. Her hands and feet were both wrapped tightly in white cloth.
"Hey," Alex grunted, offering a nod. "So, what's your deal?" She asked with a sigh, getting to her feet. Despite being shorter than Bennett, he felt like a bug standing next to her. She exuded a presence of sheer unabashed confidence, something Bennett could never achieve for even a second. "You a boxer? Kick-boxer? Mixed Martial Artist? Or just some schmo trying to get in the shape?" She ran her eyes over him, quickly, and Bennett felt even smaller because of it. She didn't linger on a single part of him, her glance a case of cold, calculated, assessment. "Just some schmo, probably," She decided.
Bennett cleared his throat, trying to answer, but couldn't seem to let anything out. He instead opted to give a simple nod.
"I can respect that," She said, slowly circling him. "Trying to better yourself, or whatever. I'll get you whipped into shape real quick, don't you worry." She sighed, patting his chest. Alex led Bennett around the gym, looking this way and that, trying to figure out what to do with him. She put a hand out, stopping him, and walked over to a ball about the size of a basketball. Leaning down, Alex palmed it and brought it up to her chest, holding it in both hands as she faced Bennett. "Catch," She commanded, throwing it suddenly. The ball, which looked extremely light with how Alex so easily handled it, few through the air at a speed Bennett didn't know possible. It pegged him directly in the chest and laid him out, leaving him to struggle for breath as it hit the floor with a hefty 'thud'.
Alex's feet came down on either side of his head and she sat heavily on his chest. Bennett let out a pained whimper, staring up between her powerful thighs. "Maybe we should start with something easy," She yawned. "On your stomach, kiss the floor." With that simple command, Alex got back to her feet and stepped away. Bennett struggled to move for a moment, his previous nights exhaustion mixing with getting laid out making it a bit of a task to catch his breath. After a moment he manages to roll over and get in position for push-ups. Alex planted a foot on his back, pushing down, as he started pumping the push-ups out. His arms shook with strain, his gut wrenching and twisting in pain, but he gritted his teeth through it. If he couldn't make it through such a basic work-out, he'd be too embarrassed to ever leave his apartment again.
The next hour was Hell. His entire body was already aching before he entered Pickett's Royale and Alex's abusive training style was really wearing on him. She was a tough mentor, not afraid to yell and scream in his face if he didn't meet expectations, but for some reason he didn't seem to mind. Perhaps his years of working under Anne had prepared him to face exactly this. Despite the work-outs being basic, they wore out his lazy body and by the end of the hour he sat on the bench in the locker room, slumped over, unable to catch his breath. Sweat covered him as he slouched against the wall, unable to do much other than watch Alex.
She truly was impressive. It seemed like she was a kick-boxer, which explained her wrapped feet, and a flexible one at that. She could kick high above her head, but it seemed like she focused more on quick shots to the body. Her right foot flicked around in a blur, the punching bag in front of her yelling out with each strike. Bennett didn't study her impressive technique for long, his eyes drifting down her leg to her rear and back. Normally he wasn't too fond of tomboys, but something about Alex was really stirring something within him. He watched the muscles in her body flex and maneuver with her movements. The fierceness in her eyes as she attacked the bag in front of her. And, of course, the way her well toned rear end seemed to eat the tiny spandex workout shorts she was in.
Bennett wanted her, but he knew he'd never be able to handle her. He snapped out of his trance as he caught Alex looking at him, just as he was looking at her. She didn't seem to have the same hunger in her eyes as Bennett did, but it wasn't that cold stare from before. Maybe he'd managed to earn a little bit of her respect. Before he knew it, Alex was standing right in front of him. "You're still here?" She asked, her breaths coming quickly, body shining with sweat. "Your training ended a couple hours ago." Bennett looked at the clock on the wall and was surprised to find he had just been sitting there for quite some time. Alex placed her hands on her lower back and stretched, bending backwards, her ribs poking out towards Bennett.
He couldn't help but notice the way the shorts had rode up during her workout, giving her crotch a very distinct, very inviting camel toe. As he tried to keep his eyes away from it, he noticed the musky scent of sweat coming from them. Normally he'd be disgusted by the smell of sweat, but for some reason, after his heavy work-out and watching Alex's, it was the nicest smell in the world. It made his mouth water. "Listen, I'm going hiking tomorrow morning," Alex yawned, snapping Bennett back to reality. "If you're really serious about getting in shape, why don't you come down to the trails bright and early and join me?" Bennett nodded.
"I could do that," He said. "I actually have tomorrow off from work, so it, er... works out." Alex raises her eyebrows, nodding as she acknowledges the pun, but doesn't look to happy that she had to hear it.
"Well, don't forget to take a shower before you leave," She said, gesturing to the Men's showers. "You stink." And with that Alex turned and disappeared into the Women's room, door shutting behind her shapely, toned ass. Bennett sat on the bench, starting to feel his legs again. He stared at the shut door, blinking. He hadn't smelled the aroma that filled the room with Kay and Melody. Maybe Alex would be like Anne. She'd take some time to actually warm up to him before he could go in for the kill. Or...
Despite his better judgement, Bennett got to his feet and headed into the women's room. It was empty and seemed like Alex was the only woman to have gone into it in decades. She probably was, in fact, she was probably the only woman in the gym at all. Bennett could hear the hot water running just passed the sinks, Alex's clothes in a pile near the shower entrance. He took a deep breath, steeling his resolve, and quickly stripped down as well before heading into the shower room. It was a large open area, shower heads jutting from the wall in regular intervals, and in the center was Alex, her tanned skin glistening with water.
"What are you..." She began, but didn't finish. Her eyes ran over Bennett's body, lingering on the large hanging mass between his legs. He walked towards her, gently pressing her to the wall behind, and kissed her deeply. Alex didn't resist, but didn't kiss back. As Bennett broke the kiss he looked at her, heart racing as fear seeped into his body. Was this bad? Well, it was definitely bad, but would his Harem King spell not work this time. Alex could put him in prison for a long time for a thing like this. Forget that, Alex could easily kill him right then and there if she wished.
Her hand snapped across his face, a loud slap filling the room. "How dare you," She hissed, hands on his chest. She pushed, hard, and brought him all the way across the showers, pinning him against the opposite wall. She planted a firm kiss on his lips, that familiar sweet aroma filling his nose. Reassured, Bennett grabbed her rear, lifting her off the ground. He turned and pushed her against the wall, holding her up as they kissed. Alex slid her arms around his shoulders, locking her hands behind his neck. Bennett's cock began to grow and throb, the fat shaft grinding on Alex's tight lips. He moved his hips and she returned the favor. Alex wrapped one leg around Bennett, extending the other straight out. She brought it in fast and hard, kicking the back of his knees with her heel.
Bennett buckled, falling on his ass and nearly cracking his head on the tile. Luckily Alex had a firm grip around his neck as she stayed atop him, rolling her hips, grinding on his now fully erect member. She placed her hands on his chest once more and pushed, flattening him on his back. If Bennett wanted to be in charge, which he did, he was clearly going to have to fight for it. Alex sat up, holding him down. "Want this?" She whispered, running a hand along her muscular, toned body. She gave her her breast a squeeze as Bennett nodded. She smirked. "Then you have to take it."
Not needing anymore encouragement, Bennett grabbed her rolling hips and quickly rolled over. Alex gasped, a giggle escaping her lips as she got flattened on the cool tile floor, pinned under him. Her powerful thighs were spread on either side of his hips, his hands planted on either side of her head. Bennett pulled back, pressing the head of his long hard cock to her drooling opening. Without warning, he slammed his entire length into Alex. She went stiff, inhaling sharply as she stretched to fit him, her back arching involuntarily, left eye half closing. "Th-that all you got?" She panted, squeezing him with her long legs, wrapping them around his waist. Smiling, Bennett leaned down and sunk his teeth into her soft neck. Alex whimpered in delight, enjoying the rough treatment.
His hips started bucking, lubed with Alex's sticky juices as he pulled out slowly, just to slam right back in place. A steady 'pap'... 'pap'... 'pap' filled the showers, each one followed with a lust filled moan as the kick-boxer surrendered her body to the horny Harem King. She was so tight around him, her muscles squeezing his thick meat as he thrust away, the snug pink walls of her cunt hugging him. Alex used her heels to dig into Bennett's ass cheeks, pulling him in even harder than he already was, sloppy noises filling the room as the kick-boxer got closer and closer for him.
Bennett grabbed her ass and rolled onto his back, bringing her back on top of him, releasing her neck. Alex didn't miss a second, gyrating her hips as she sat up, panting for him. She took her nails and ran them down Bennett's chest, leaving red marks to match the ones he put on her neck. "Ungh!" Bennett moaned out, bringing a smirk back to Alex's lips. She began to ride, ass slapping his thighs as he thrust up into her, heavy nuts bouncing up against her. Alex put her head back, moaning with abandon, tongue hanging out of her soft lips. Her abs tensed and Bennett felt her pussy clenching around him, trying to milk him dry.
He groaned pushing up off the ground, biting the hard nipple on her small tit. He held her tight against him, hips bucking as he came for her. A hot cream flooded up into the fit kick-boxer, flooding her tight body with steaming seed. Her legs shook, the rest of her body joining as she quivered in Bennett's arms, eyes crossing. Bennett felt, as Alex kept riding him, the hot cum, mixed with her juices, ran down his cock and balls, Dirty sloppy noises rang throughout the room as Alex didn't stop moving for a moment, enjoying the feeling of a large cock deep inside her as she came for it.
As their convulsions faded, the pair collapsed on the floor panting for breath. Warm water ran over their bodies from above, as they enjoyed one another's company. Two nights with Kay hadn't prepared for the fight for dominance he had with Alex. In the back of his mind he was glad she'd spent some time tiring herself out in the gym. He'd be able to spend a week with Kay before he'd ever be able to last two rounds with Alex. Bennett was completely exhausted, fighting to keep his eyes open as he and Alex untangled themselves, finished their showers, and parted ways.
Bennett opted to sleep in his car that night, needing a break from Kay.
That night the proud owner of a Harem of 3 had a very strange and... concerning dream.
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