I first met Madelyn six months ago. I had just started my first day on the job as an office worker at a local health club. The job was only part-time, but one of the side benefits was use of the facilities.
Not that I really needed them; even after three children, I still had a nice figure. That's pretty good, considering the rest of me--I'm pretty short, only five two, with 36D breasts, and I weigh just one ten. My best assets are my legs--they're long and shapely, and my face, which makes me look sixteen, even though I'm thirty two. My hair is thick and black, very wavy, and long, which helps.
Madelyn introduced herself to me right off. She was the boss--a fact she made plainly evident. A striking woman of thirty eight, she could have easily passed for ten or twelve years younger--tall, very shapely, young face, long, dark blonde hair she wore in a braided pony tail. Her outfit, made up of a short leather skirt, burgundy blouse and black pumps, with nude hose, revealed very much to the eye.
She took one look at my outfit and shook her head sadly. I couldn't see why; it was perfectly business-like. Calf-length skirt, a white blouse, blazer, white stockings and white pumps.
"No", Madelyn said, shaking her head. There was a look of what I might call contempt in her eyes. "No, Karen, this will not do. We like to portray an image of carefree youth here. Notice." She pointed to the two other girls in the office. Both got up quickly, almost obediently; they were young and pretty, dressed in short skirts and tasteful blouses, high heels and such. "I should have told you the dress code. First, no skirts below the knee; we prefer above or to the top. Secondly, no hose other than tan or nudes. Above all, nothing which has no sleeves and nothing loose or rumply. This is a health club; we prefer to project health, as well."
I nodded. She had a point. Then she smiled at me. "Other than that, welcome to the Eternal Youth Health Club. There's your desk over there." She pointed toward a glas top, open front desk with a terminal and a small filing cabinet. She sat me down and got me oriented, explained to me that I was permitted to have knicknacks or family pictures on the desk if I wished, the usual chatter. Then she let me work.
The other girls were helpful, if quiet; more than once they stole looks at me, with little smiles. They weren't mean looks, but I got a funny feeling about it...
When lunchtime came they left, but I stayed behind to get myself better oriented. I had brought a picture of my family with me, taken just a month before: my husband, Tim, whom I love dearly, and has been nothing but good to me since we married when we were both sixteen; my oldest daughter, Kera, sixteen, who looks just like me; my twelve year old, Candace, and my young son Tim Jr., who was six. As I was putting it into place, my eyes drifted over to the reception chairs against the far wall. The way they sat, anyone in them had a full view of all three desks--that included what lay underneath. I crossed my legs self-conciously, even though my skirt hid everything and there was nobody there.
That first day after work, Madelyn offered to pay for a new wardrobe for me--it was tax deductible, she explained. I didn't refuse the offer; the look she gave me when I started to was enough to chill that idea. She even invited herself along, picking out clothes for me as we shopped after work. She explained the dress code was very serious.
"At Eternal Youth, we like our guests to have motivation to succeed", she explained, "and that means both men and women. Conservative dress simply will not do, you understand."
The trouble was, I was used to conservative dress; I grew up in a conservative family. I didn't make my children dress that way--Kera was always in short skirts--but I did. My mother had insisted it was "terrible" for a woman to show too much leg, and in fact, it was one reason I got married at sixteen--to get away. Unfortunately, old habits die hard.
When I showed up for work the next morning, I felt uncomfortable, yet freer, in the short skirt I was wearing; Madelyn approved, as did my two co-worker, Carrie Ann and Laura.
Madelyn handed me something else, too--a pair of pink shorts and running shoes, and a pink t-shirt with the "Eternal Youth" emblem on front. She told me that certain days of the week I would be working the "floor" in the club, and this was my outfit; she would tell me beforehand.
That started the next day. I was assigned to work with Dave Coler, one of the instructors; he was young, only twenty six, solidly built, with wavy blonde hair and laughing blue eyes. Carrie Ann and Laura had both dated Dave--Carrie Ann, in fact, was married, and was having an affair with him. I know this because over time, I caught them together, usually in the equipment storage room. I never told anyone, though.
Dave was fun to work with, and I came to look forward to my days on the "floor", which I alternated with the other girls. He could be a little overbearing at times: he would put his arm around me all the time, or pat me on the rear, or make comments about my legs. I asked him to stop a few times, but he didn't, and I learned to leave it go; it turned on Dave was one of the top instructors, and his word was stronger than mine with Madelyn.
Finally, though, Dave pushed it too far; he got me alone in the equipment room one day and pulled out his penis. He said something about putting in me; I didn't hear. I stormed out and told Madelyn, threatening to quit if she didn't do something. She did; Dave got reprimanded, and I was assigned to work with Madelyn on the floor. I thought my trouble was over.
Was I ever wrong!
The Seminar Six months passed, which brings us to the present. Dave left me alone; Madelyn and I became good friends, if not best friends. We worked out every day after work, usually with Madelyn coaching me. The whole time we talked extensively about me, my marriage, my husband and kids. She ate dinner at our house, got to know me very well--though I learned little of her. She wasn't married, I knew, but that was about it. Then she gave me the opportunity to get to know her.
"The Club is sponsoring a three day seminar this weekend", she told me. "I'd like you to come. In fact, I insist. It's mostly business, but you'll have an opportunity for fun. A girl's weekend away", she told me.
I agreed only after talking to Tim; he thought it sounded like fun. He'd been planning to take the kids camping anyway (I hated to go camping). Kera had backed out of that; she was going to stay at a friend's house. She hated to go camping, just like me.
So I went. Madelyn didn't tell me much, just that we'd have a suite, and I should bring a swimsuit--in keeping with tradition, she bought me one, a little thing that hardly covered me. I was also to bring my usual dress clothes and my "floor" outfit, and I did.
The hotel was nice; it wasn't more than a few miles from home, very ritzy but not very full, especially with a seminar. Madelyn explained that things didn't start until Saturday, anyway, so we'd have the whole suite to ourselves.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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