Going under: The third time


Posted by Moore on May 04, 2003 at 10:06:04:

Steve and Carrie arrived at the gym in separate, expensive cars promptly at nine PM.. He was a stockbroker. She was a lawyer. Both were tan from tanning booths. They had flashing white smiles and perfectly straight teeth. To get their bodies even more perfect, they met every night at the gym.

"Get it up, limp dick!" Carrie ordered Steve. He groaned and shoved up the barbell. She let the weight fall back down with a heavy clink. "Your turn" he ordered. For an hour they pushed each other to their limits. Both were driven to win, and losing was not an option.

Steel glinted in the overhead lights as Carrie grunted and pumped the leg press machine. "Ugh" on the way up, clang as she dropped the weight. The gym owner hated they way they treated the equipment, but they didn't care. They only cared about themselves. They didn't care for each other, they just used each other to achieve their goal of a perfect body. They also used each other for sexual release.

When they finished their strenuous workout it was nearly 10 PM. and less dedicated gym rats, the ones with family and friends, had already headed home. Carrie was pumped up. She had crushed the opposition in court earlier that day. "Time to give Steve a thrill" she thought.

She made her way into the men's changing room. Steve was the only guy in there. He had just started taking a shower. She threw open the shower curtain and looked over his wet, tight, tan body. She tore off her clothes. She gripped his penis with one hand and stroked up and down as she cupped his balls and gently squeezed them with her other hand. Then she pushed him back so she could be in the spray of the water. He lifted her by the back of her thighs, backing her against a wall for leverage. They kissed ferociously, tongues thrusting into each others mouths like swords.

Carrie used the head of his penis to stimulate her clitoris before she let him all the way in. Steve started banging her against the fiberglass shower stall. Their bodies made wet thump sounds. "Slow down, this isn't a fucking race" she ordered

He growled at her, but slowed down. His eyes flashed with anger. He dug his hands deeper into her tone, tan thighs. Carrie got closer and closer to her orgasm. She grabbed his back, and dug her perfectly manicured nails into his lats. He hissed and pumped faster. She scratched down his back, half in pleasure, half annoyed he started going faster again. They finished using each other for their individual pleasure and briefly relaxed.

Carrie pushed Steve and got into the spray of water again. "My turn" he said and bumped her out of the way. They glared at each other for a moment.
"How about we both get wet - say in the pool?" she asked.
"How about a competition? An underwater endurance match. Most laps wins!" he challenged.
"Loser is the winner' slave the rest of the night and has to do exactly what she says" she goaded.
"You are on!"

They got dressed, and went to the room containing the gym's Olympic sized pool. The pool hours were listed on the door. The pool had long since closed, but they didn't care. They opened the door and got in the pool. Carrie dove in like a knife into butter. Steve lowered himself in, taking deep, lungfulls of air. He planned to beat the bitch, and humiliate her all night.

Carrie went first. Her sleek, powerful body fluidly moved her under the water. Her long legs propelled her easily. She beat her old record by one whole lap. Carrie surfaced, panting but grinning triumphantly at Steve.

He ignored her. Steve took a last, deep breath and went under. Although his larger muscle mass consumed the oxygen in his lungs faster, he was the better swimmer. He swam powerfully underwater and got closer and closer to beating Carrie's number of laps. Carrie didn't like how this was going. She was treading water in the deep end while Steve quickly closed on her number of laps. "Anything to win" she thought. When Steve passed underwater near her, she went under and grabbed him.

The two of them fought. They rolled over and over, grappling, and biting at each other. Steve elbowed Carrie in her flat stomach hard enough she blew out most of her air. She wouldn't give up and scratched his waist in reply. Steve had used up most of his air already. He wanted Carrie off of him NOW. He twisted and struggled and elbowed her again, this time in the mouth. Carrie was furious as she felt her front teeth shatter. She licked her broken teeth, and then went after Steve with a vengeance.

Carrie pushed him, pulled him, rode him, kept him under. Steve grew more and more frantic. Despite his superior strength, he lacked the leverage to get the she-devil octopus creature off of him. Both tired. Steve was forced to gasp in water. He choked, writhed, and fought to the very end. But he finally went still.

Carried watched Steve drown. She didn't have the strength nor the air left to make it to the surface.

As she breathed in and drown Carrie thought "At least I won."