Group classes outside of the schedule
At the fitness center where Sonya worked, the paid hours had begun. Today, she had to urgently replace a sick girl at the reception, and after a series of cardio classes with clients, she went to greet new visitors. The director himself had asked for her help because Sonya was teaching the last evening classes.
"Sonechka, please! Just greet them with a smile and sit back at the reception. I have an urgent matter to attend to today. A normal group is coming. They'll work out on the ring for a couple of hours and then 'Goodbye'!" Andrey pleaded in a begging tone. He was the young owner of the center and managed everything himself; at one time, he had begged
his father for money for it and was now trying to promote it as quickly as possible among the wealthy—building connections, introducing paid hours for organizations and other affluent groups.Today, guys from a martial arts sports club were supposed to come; they had rented the ring, gym, and pool while their own hall was under renovation. Sonya had met them here before, and they had made a mixed impression on her. Young men of all ages resembled a gang more than amateur athletes, and among them were a couple of guys with some beastly tendencies. In sparring, they looked like mixed martial arts champions and spoke to everyone with undisguised superiority. Apparently, they were the leaders of the group. Sonya had been wary of such types since her early youth.
"Sonechka! Come on, agree, I won't let you down, I promise!" Andrey took her hands. "Alright, but just this once. Tomorrow, you'll put Lilka there; she does nothing anyway," Sonya finally agreed. She knew that Andrey really paid extra well in such cases.
An hour later, almost all the staff had left, and Sonya remained at the reception. At 7 PM, young men entered the door—seven of them with sports bags. "Good evening!" Sonya greeted them, followed by the usual check-in procedure, and the clients headed to the locker room. For the next hour, no one else approached, so she decided to lock the entrance door and go to her hall to stretch a bit and tidy up. The path there passed by the ring, and Sonya hurried past the guys training on it. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed one of the "leaders" looking at her and quickened her pace. Group laughter echoed from behind. "Creeps," Sonya thought. Reaching her hall, she closed the door and dimmed the lights. She liked doing evening stretches in a calm atmosphere with low lighting; it relaxed her. She peeked into the trainer's closet and took her large towel to lay on the mat. Just then, that same guy from the ring entered the hall and closed the door behind him.
"Do you need something?" Sonya asked, feeling uneasy for some reason.
"Yes," he replied immediately. "The guys are training there, and I'll stay here. You don't mind, do you?"
"Actually, I wanted to work out alone." Sonya tried to sound confident and not show she was worried.
"Let's 'work out' together," he said, looking straight at her and clearly not planning to leave. He started moving closer.
"Okay, if you want to stretch, go ahead. Take a mat."
"Yours will be enough, or maybe it won't even be needed." He was already close, and Sonya involuntarily stepped back.
The visitor abruptly pulled her toward him, wrapping his arms around her. His grip was ironclad. Sonya began to resist, and he immediately pushed her against the wall.
"I'll tell you straight: either it's you and me, or you and all of them. If you scream, they'll come here themselves, and you won't like it. Understood?" he spoke with complete seriousness.
"Fuuuuck... I'm screwed, damn it!" raced through Sonya's mind. She considered escape routes but, finding none suitable, began to brace herself for what was coming.
She stood silently against the wall, unsure how to act. The guy approached and started kissing her, quite roughly and unpleasantly for her; she tried to pull away, but there was nowhere to go. He reached under her top, then began groping her firm butt. "Please, don't," Sonya whispered, but in response, he simply threw her onto the mat and quickly pulled down her leggings. .оrg Her panties were torn by his strong hands, and he pressed down on top of her. Sonya tried again to push him off and crawl away, but their strength was unequal. He grabbed a jump rope carelessly left by one of the clients, tightly wrapped it around Sonya's resisting hands, hurting her, and threw them above her head. Now she couldn't resist much; tears of anger and helplessness streamed from her eyes. "Bitch! Bastard!" she cried out and immediately received a slap.
He whistled.
"Well, Kolyan, you're not wasting time here. We were getting bored out there," he said, not taking his eyes off Sonya lying down.
"Yeah, just decided to drop by. Come on, Sanek, get out of here. Actually, no. Take this madam to the shower to cool off," Kolyan winked at him.
"Take your hands off me," Sonya said as he approached and took her hand.
"Easy, sunshine. Save your strength," Sanek smirked and led her to the shower.
There, she stood under the stream and stayed for quite a while. Everything below burned. She took a disposable sponge and soap and began to lather herself. She wanted to wash away, along with the dirt that had been forced upon her, all the events of tonight. Outside the door, someone's muffled laughter was heard. Sanek entered the shower with a bottle.
"Here, drink, it'll help."
For some reason, she took it from his hands and drained it completely; she understood that the others would also want to fuck her and were waiting outside the door. "Crappy booze," she thought and continued washing. Soon, the alcohol hit her head. She glanced
at her overseer; he was aroused. The door was bolted. She turned off the water, dried herself with a towel, and stepped out of the shower stall. Sanek approached and grabbed her by the waist. He wanted to have her one-on-one right here. Sonya no longer cared. First, she gave him a blowjob. His cock was shorter but thicker than the previous "guest's." Sanek acted more gently than Kolyan, and the girl simply complied with his silent demands. He lay on the couch, and Sonya sat on top of him. The real ride began. Her buttocks rose and fell over her partner's cock, bringing him incredible pleasure. Sanek noted that, despite the previous fuck, her hole wasn't stretched and successfully handled the thrust of his cock. Sonya caught herself thinking that she was starting to enjoy it; apparently, the alcohol he brought had taken effect. She leaned back, giving him an excellent view of her firm breasts. With each thrust, she wanted deeper penetration. She moaned. Sanek stopped to change positions. He turned her face to the cold wall; Sonya compliantly bent over and braced herself against the wall with her hands. For the next minutes, she was fucked from behind. The cock slid in and out of her vagina with a squelching sound. Sanek thrust his dick all the way to the balls and was ready to shove them into this pretty, well-fucked girl too. Unable to hold back, he grunted with effort. Apparently, he was heard outside the door, and they started banging. "Hold on, damn it!" he yelled. The hard fucking continued. Before Sonya's eyes, her breasts jiggled in rhythm with the fucking. With each thrust, Sonya risked being lifted off the ground, so hard was he driving his cock into her. Her moans grew louder. Finally, he fucked her to the end, and everything inside Sonya vibrated. He came. Sanek breathed heavily, pressed against her from behind, and began licking her ear. Catching his breath, he pulled out his cock and left. "We'll meet again," he said on his way out.
Sonya washed herself again. Looked at herself in the mirror. "Hang in there, baby..."
She left the shower. And walked down the corridor to her hall. They were already waiting for her there. The entire client team had gathered, and all were ready. Two guys approached her and led her to the large hall near the ring. There, they undressed completely. Sonya wasn't ready for an MMF and began to resist when, while sucking off one, a second started groping her. She was quickly forced to submit, her mouth stuffed with a cock and fucked in the ass at the same time. A third guy arrived and began actively helping his friends. Soon, she was sitting on top, her ass on one cock, licking a second, and unable to prevent the penetration of a third. Now Sonya was being fucked from all sides. Their powerful movements initially caused her great pain; she broke into screams and tried to get off at least one huge dick. But she was no match for three pumped-up athletes.
They fucked and fucked her, harshly and without a hint of mercy. She was squeezed between three guys, each wanting to go even deeper. Sonya was twisted and turned as they pleased. She saw that the entire team, including Kolyan and Sasha, had now come to the ring. Soon, spatial and temporal orientation was lost; everything around blurred. Faces in front of her changed one after another; several men entered her, fucking her with all their might, coming on her and in her, but immediately others took their place, and it all repeated. She was fucked for several rounds. It was as if she were being torn apart. The time for another mass orgasm arrived; Sonya felt she couldn't breathe, as if under a press. At some point, she blacked out.
Sonya woke up on the floor under the shower. Sanek was standing nearby again. He helped her wash, picked her up, and carried her to her small hall. No one else was there. "Please, no more," she whispered quietly. Sanek kissed her on the lips and moved lower. He caressed her breasts, flat stomach, and reached her crotch. Sonya didn't resist. With his tongue, he played with her clitoris and vagina, sucking, licking, and penetrating inside. Sonya breathed heavily and moved to meet him. Sasha worked his tongue faster, and within seconds, she was writhing in ecstasy, moaning and arching, her hands tangled in his hair. When he stopped, she immediately blacked out again, dreaming that Sasha was having sex with her right there on the floor. It was unclear whether it was real or truly a dream.
Finally, she came to her senses. Director Andrey was standing nearby. His face showed genuine fear. He helped her gather herself, get dressed. Drove her home, buying medicine and groceries along the way. Sonya would have to spend several days at home. He promised her unimaginable money and his car as a bonus for her silence; he didn't want the reputation of his fitness center to suffer. All week, he visited her and brought everything she needed. In the end, Sonya accepted his payoff in full and never crossed the threshold of her former workplace again.