House Slut - S01 E129

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House Slut - S01 E129

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 129

Hitting The Showers!

In this side story, Tegan has a chance encounter at the gym.

After exiting the storeroom, hoping no one noticed just how dishevelled she was as she took her walk of shame across the gym floor, Tegan hit the showers. As much as she liked acting like she was slutty enough to walk around with cum under her clothes, there was some basic hygiene expectation to participating in civilised society.

Hal seemed convinced that their story was on the level. Ok, so maybe Trevor hadn’t saved her life, but he had rescued her from some harassment, or worse. It was close enough. And she absolutely would do anything he told her to – she trusted him, and he seemed to understand her desires. Maybe it was the Nightingale effect? Maybe she just really liked his dick.

She slunk into the gym bathrooms and began to strip out of her clothing. She had a towel and change of clothes in her bag and laid them out, wrapping her dirty gymwear into a bundle and shoving them into the corner of the bag to deal with later. Leaving her things on the bench she stepped into the nearby communal showers and turned the water on, leaning against the wall as the warm water ran through her sweaty, messy hair, reflecting on her session with Trevor and Hal. Hal seemed nice enough, but she didn’t know enough about his personality to make a real judgement of his character. At least the first time she’d hooked up with Trevor two minutes after meeting him he’d rescued her first. They had an immediate connection. Hal on the other hand was happy to just have sex with her because she was available. She couldn’t really fault him for that, but still, it was an entirely different situation.

“Rough workout?” said someone behind her. Tegan glanced over her shoulder and used her hand to scoop her fringe out of her eyes. A woman had joined her in the showers. A curly haired brunette, tanned skin. Possibly of latin or Mediterranean descent, Tegan wasn’t sure. Muscular but not overly so. Lithe, but not skinny. Small pointed breasts that she was currently soaping up with shower gel, and a wild barely tamed bush the same shade as the curls on her head.

Tegan realised with a start that she’d been silent too long and the other woman was eyeing her curiously.

“Sorry, my mind is all over the place.” Tegan said, trying to act like she wasn’t just taking in every inch of the stranger’s body like some locker room creep.

“I asked if you had a rough workout.” If Tegan was making her uncomfortable she didn’t show it. Her hands moved lower and she briefly soaped her pubic hair before moving to her thighs.

“Yeah.” Tegan, turning away from the other woman and raking water through her hair. “Pretty intense.”

“You forget soap?” The woman asked.

“Shit, yeah, I did.” Tegan said. She was so exhausted and eager to get under the water it hadn’t even occurred to her.

“Here.” The woman’s voice was suddenly right by her ear, and one of her hands had snaked around from behind her offering her a small bottle with a hooked end that she had hung from an elastic around her wrist. Tegan jumped. This felt intimate all of a sudden, and she realised that the reason her staring hadn’t phased the other woman was because she was hitting on her – which was wildly inappropriate – but given what Tegan had just gotten up to, who was she to judge.

“Thanks.” Tegan opened the bottle and took some gel which she began to lather on her body and work into her sweatiest crevices. The other woman had moved away, adopting the same casual indifference she had as before. With some distance between them, and realising that she was not the locker room creep in this situation, Tegan turned back around to face the other woman who was boldly watching her while she rinsed herself.

“Olivia.” She introduced herself.

“Tegan.” Tegan replied.

“Nice to meet you, Tegan.” Olivia said coolly. “You new to the gym?”

“Yeah.”

“Thought so. I don’t remember seeing you here before, and I think I would.”

“Look, Olivia… I hope this isn’t a weird question, but are you hitting on me?”

“Would that be a problem?”

“I’m flattered. But I’m going to be level, some people don’t take kindly to being approached in a gym locker room when they’re naked and vulnerable.”

“True, but not every girl has eyes like yours.” Olivia retorted.

“My eyes?”

“They sparkle like emeralds.”

Tegan felt her stomach flop. That was the code phrase that Jackson had given her. She had accepted it at the time but the reality of it had not really occurred to her and she didn’t expect it from another woman. How many people had he told, and shown the videos to? Silently she turned toward the water and finished rinsing the soap from herself before turning back to Olivia, who was watching her with an air of amusement. Tegan could dry off, get dressed, walk away, and leave. She had no obligation to Olivia or to Jackson. But she knew she wouldn’t, and Olivia seemed to have guessed it too. She beckoned to Tegan with a finger to call her over and Tegan did, turning off the water and moving to where Olivia was. She was aware that anyone could walk in on them but as her mind whirled with that possibility she dismissed it, her swirling doubts dissipating like smoke. She didn’t care.