Chapter 6: Locker Room

The class cleared out in a hurry after I said it.

Travis left first, with his gym bag held against his stomach and his tan gone a little gray.

I waited until the last member had gone through the glass door.

Then I walked to the women's locker room, and I didn't look back, and I said over my shoulder, "Villalobos. With me."

He followed.

The women's locker room was empty and bright, with a long wooden bench between two rows of green lockers.

The only sound was the drip of a shower head in the back.

I let the door swing shut and locked it from the inside with the deadbolt that the cleaning crew used.

"You said you weren't finished," Rudy said.

"I'm not."

"I know. I counted."

I looked at him.

He was standing in the middle of the tile with his hands loose at his sides.

The front of his gym shorts was already tight.

"Close your mouth," I said, and he did.

I sat on the bench with my back against the lockers.

I peeled off my shorts and my underwear and dropped them on the floor.

I pulled my sports bra up over my breasts and left it bunched under my arms.

I set my right heel on the bench and my left foot on his shoulder, as he knelt, and I tipped my hips toward him.

"Ten slow," I said. "Ten more. Then stop."

"Yes, Ms. Ruelas."

"Don't count this time. I'll count."

He lowered his mouth.

The first stroke was long and wet, and I tilted my head back against the metal.

"One," I said.

He licked up again, slow, with the flat of his tongue.

"Two."

I put my hand on the back of his head and held him where I wanted him.

"Three. Four."

I had never given directions in a gym in my life.

I had lain on my back and made soft encouraging noises, and hoped the man would be done soon.

Now I heard my own voice, steady and low, saying, "Higher," and "Slower," and "There," and a man doing exactly what I said.

"Nine," I said. "Ten."

My hips pushed up against his mouth.

"Ten more."

He went faster, his tongue flicking at my clit, and my fingers dug into his scalp.

"Stop," I said, at seven.

He stopped.

He stayed where he was with his lips against my thigh, breathing hard, until I had come back from the edge.

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