Vitamin G pt. 2

God did I sleep well. Waking up around 11 A.M, a nervousness quickly ran through me.

What if the drugs didn’t work? I thought.

Working my way upstairs, I snuck into the kitchen, past my sister’s door. Didn’t hear a peep out of her room. She must still be sleeping.

Pouring me a glass of milk and a bowl of cereal, I chomped down my breakfast. Jesus was I hungry.

After a little while, I could hear my sis walking around her room, making her way to the restroom.

Timing myself to walk past her, back to my bedroom, I made my way down the hall.

God, she looked like a train wreck. Glancing up at me, she quickly walked passed me, not saying a word, just as usual.

“Jesus sis,” I said turning around, “You look like shit.”

“Oh fuck off,” she mumbled as she made her way into the bathroom, legs wobbling. “I had a rough night.”

As the door slammed closed, a wave a relief flew through me.

God did I feel good.

The fucking rush of last night’s escapades made me feeling fucking on top of the world.

What can I say, my body was still pumped full of endorphins and lustful rage.

I never thought I could ever do something so, so nefarious. Did I seriously just become a rapist overnight?

****

As the day went on, I got a call from work, asking if I wanted to come in for a few hours this evening to pick up some of the slack of a call out.

Not really having any extra plans for the evening, other than planning on more ways to use my sister, I accepted.

Throwing on some gym clothes (Yeah, I work at a gym), I grabbed my bag and threw my little baggie of pills in one of the compartments.

Hey, you never know when these will come in handy… Might as well always come prepared…

Getting into work, they really just needed help running the front counter. You know, checking people in and out and such. It was a pretty simple job, just greet the regulars and point towards the barcode scanner. On occasion, we’ll get a newcomer and I’ll just greet them and hand them over to the manager in the office. Pretty simple shit.

It’s been a few months since I’ve had to work the front desk. Lately, I’ve mainly just been a personal trainer.

With it being the evening on a weekend, the place was pretty dead. Maybe a couple dozen people inside working out, and one or two people popping in every 30 minutes. This gave me quite a bit of downtime to just fuck off.

Going through the computer, looking at photos of the people that have recently checked in today, I started reading through the profiles we had on them. It seems the system had been updated recently, and it added a new custom field that’s viewable by employees only.

When the patron scans their card, a profile pops on the computer at the front desk along with their picture.

It gives quite a bit of information about them. Especially in this new custom text field.

Seem’s the guys that normally work the desk have way too much fun with it.

Going through some of the profiles of some of the people here now, I read some comments such as… “She’s fucking single!’ or “She’s a regular at Patty’s pub down the street”. Or even, “She’s a total slut, buy her a drink and she’ll pay out.”

The past few years, we haven’t had many girls working the front desk, that sure as hell shows, especially now, since the update. Our manager is pretty laid back and lets us run some of the day to day, so he really doesn’t give a fuck if nothing gets out to our patrons.

As the evening progressed, this one younger gal came strolling in about 30 minutes before we closed, and god damn was she a sight for sore eyes. Standing at just about five and a half feet tall, her body was as thin and toned as a marathon runner with tits the size of cantaloupes. Her tight yoga pants hugged her ass perfectly. Her top revealed her incredibly toned abdomen, while her tits were literally screaming to be unbound. To top it all off, her dirty blond hair was pulled back into a ponytail with her hair flowing down halfway her back.

I know I’ve seen her before, outside of the gym, but I just couldn’t place from where.

As she walked past the front desk, tapping her member card against the barcode scanner, her profile popped up on the screen in front of me.

Glancing at her name, I quickly stood up uttering, “Welcome back Rachel!”.

“Thanks,” she replied in passing continuing her way into the gym.

Fuck was she ravishing, I was fucking infatuated. I was transfixed. I wanted her. I needed her.

Looking through her profile on the computer, I noticed she was 23, lived right down the street, and, from the subtle text in her comments field, my supervisor’s wife.

“ROBS WIFE. DON’T FUCKING TOUCH.” read the comment.

That’s where I must have met her. A few months ago I went to a party at Rob’s house.

As my mind slammed on the brakes, the outside world coming to a halt, a little observation crossed my mind like a subway reader board.

…Rob’s away this week at a conference… …She’s probably home alone…

Coming out of my fixation, I shook myself back into my surroundings, as if waking out of a dream.

Getting up from the desk, I walked around the gym, making ‘rounds’ through the isles.

As I passed Rachel, I couldn’t help but take a glance at her every moment I could.

Continuing to walk the floor, my mind raced. I checked Rob’s schedule to see exactly how long he would be gone for. Looking through the printouts, I found his name. He wasn’t scheduled to come back until the middle of next week.

“Good,” I thought. He’s still gonna be gone for a few more days.

My mind started scheming, putting pieces together.

She was fucking home along for the next few days… My shift here was ending in about 30 minutes… She lived close, real close, like a 5-minute walk… Doing the math in my head, I figured if I were to drug her on her way out, she wouldn’t start to feel its inebriating effects until she was already home for a good 5 minutes or so.

And that, well, that brings me to my next conundrum, how to get her the drugs…

Doing a quick scan around the front desk, my answer stood out like a neon sign. There were a dozen or so small bottles of after workout supplement drinks we’ve been promoting for the last few weeks.