Bjjonesmylife. Book 2

I looked at Lorrie and asked, “Is that all of them?”

“That’s all so far. They didn’t say anything when they came in other than ‘Mistress we are here’’ to Marcy. She was working the window.” Lorrie responded.

“Tell Marcy to turn off the card entry on the gym door. I want everyone manually punched in. If there is more than one at the door I want someone on the inside of the door as well. I don’t want any surprises tonight.” I said. “If Carla is finished send her to me. Please.”

Shelia and the South side girls were at the ring doing exercises and in the process doing some sparing. Courtney was working on her routine with a watchful eye on both gangs. I still had not seen Courtney’s report and when I asked her about it her response was, “It is nowhere near finished yet.”

I finished the exercise program for Taylor Dukes and we were in the review of the work out before Carla came over.

“Lorrie said that you wanted to see me,” She said.

“Do you have time to do six more entrance physicals?” I asked as I nodded my head in the direction of the six girls.

She laughed then said, “Yes, but I need some guidance, this is going to be kinky as all hell.”

“Walk to which ever one you are going to start with and say [Slave you are to follow me. I will remind you to bring your towel and that you are to call me Mistress.] Any time they are naked and sit on anything the towel goes under their bottom. After you complete the physical you are to give her a tee shirt and gym shorts. There are some in the upper cabinet. Tell her to put them on. Also put her name on a sticky note and staple it to her shirt. I do not know them by name yet.”

“She is not allowed to do anything without being instructed to do so. She is not allowed to talk except to answer your questions. They already know that to go to the bathroom they must ask and be given permission. When she has dressed she is to follow you back out to the others and assume the slave waiting position. Then do the next one” I said.

My third lady for the work up an exercise program was Jackie Stoops. I went to the refreshment area to get her and get started. I was hoping that by the time I had finished with her that Carla would be done with the six girls and by that time I would have an answer on how to handle them.

Once we were out of hearing distance of the naked girls Jackie asked, “What is that all about?”

“They were bad girls, got hooked up with the wrong crowd. Now some harsh training is coming their way. It is a very long story.” I said.

By the time I had finished with Jackie Carla had finished with all the girls. They were all in tees and gym shorts sitting perfectly. I walked along the row looking at the names.

Janice Koons, Becky Goodwin, Lisa Brownly, Sly Jamison, Erica Westville, and Glenda Norris were the six girls that had come back.

“Janice and Becky, Lisa and Sly, and Erica and Glenda are partners tonight,” I said. “You may stand and follow me.”

I led them to the class room. It was my intention to have an open forum about expectations. I opened the door let them in and when I looked back two of their sitting towels were still on the floor. By some strange twist of luck they belonged to one pair of girls. I told them to stand and face the wall and that I would be right back. I collected the two towels and walked to Shelia. I asked to borrow a ping pong paddle that she used in her training.

Shelia looked at me for a moment as she started to ask why then it came to her why I needed it as she saw the towels in my hand. “Oh,” she said.

I went into the class room and lay the paddle and the two towels on the table up front, then moved some chairs back. I sent a text to Marcy who was working the front desk, “Turn on the camera in the class room and record it. Please.” The little red light went on immediately.

“Slaves, assume the position facing the table,” I said.

As soon as they started to the floor the two realized what they had done. Fear was apparent on their faces.

“Did you forget something?” I asked them.

“I was stationed in Japan as a guard at the US Embassy when I met a Japanese Master at an official function. For some reason we clicked, not as a slave and master but a different level. I was bored with the prim and proper level that embassy duty required and he invited me to a BDSM club. The Master had a couple of his slaves there, a male and a female, putting them through the paces as part of the show.”

“I was setting to the side of the club when the Master paraded his slaves around. He recognized me and had them stop at my feet. The female was wearing a collar and he had a leash snapped to it. She had on an extremely tight vinyl top so tight she could only breathe with small puffs. There were holes cut through it for her huge breast to hang out. But the holes were too small. Her breasts were swollen and an evil reddish purple color. There were serrated alligator clips on the nipples with ball chains that looped through a ring on the collar that pulled the nipples up and stretched tight. Her arms were pulled and tied tight behind her. There was another serrated alligator clip on her clit that came up front and attached to the ring in the collar.
There were two more clips attached to her pussy lips and chains that went up her back side and pulled tight in a ring on the back of the collar. If she flinched or moved from a perfectly straight posture those alligator clips would rip her most tender parts. She was wearing 6 inch heels. There were red marks on her body where he was hitting her with a short whip trying to make her flinch enough to pull the clips off but she never wavered.
The male had a collar and clips on his nipples, cock and balls in the same fashion and his arms tied tight at the elbows same as hers. He too had marks on his body. He handed me the whip and instructed me to give them each three swats. His only restriction was I was not to hit the chains.
I was told that it would be considered an insult not to follow his instructions and the slaves would be severely punished if I didn’t. I gave them each three swats with exactly the same force and control. They never flinched. The way I used the whip impressed him. He asked me not to leave after the show. He wanted to talk to me.
I stayed and we talked several hours. He took me to his dungeon where he had several slaves in all kinds of restraints in all kinds of contraptions. I was amazed at the control he had over them, the resistance to pain they were able to display.
He taught me a great deal about myself, both good and bad. He taught me how to inflict pain and pleasure and the connection between both, the limits of the human body both with intense pain and pleasure on both men and women.
In the few months I was there I repeatedly impressed him with my control and analysis of actions and reactions to stimuli. I was a fast learner and was getting drawn deep into the lifestyle, until one day we were eating and a slave dropped a bowl. Apparently the bowl meant something special to him. He flew into a rage.

She knew she had done a very bad thing and begged for forgiveness then mercy but he showed her none. She was dragged to the dungeon and put on a punishment device. It was up off the floor about a foot. Her feet hung off the end with her on her knees and straps behind her knees held her legs in that position. There was a bench that was hip high that she bent over to support her, it was narrow enough that her breast hung free. There were all kinds of weights, chains and clamps that were used to torture breasts lying on the lower bench.

He pulled down tight on her arms and fastened them to leather straps. He put a small ball gag in her mouth. Large enough that she could not scream very loud, but small enough that if she vomited it could escape and not fill her lungs.

He used a paddle long enough to get both cheeks of her ass at the same time. The paddle had hundreds of tacks pushed through it just enough to just pierce the skin on hard impact. He coated the protruding tacks with some kind of liquid irritant with a brush. The other slaves were brought in and put into position and forced to watch.
He told her that ten were her punishment. At three she was screaming at the top of her lungs and retching like a gorilla trying to break the restraints. At five she passed out. The other slaves had tears running down their faces. He revived her twice with smelling salts to get in all ten. Her ass cheeks were fire engine red with welts where the skin was pierced by the tacks. She was unconscious. He ordered the other slaves to carry her to her bunk.”

“I am telling you this because you are naive in the ways of the world and all the possible horrors there are that man can inflict on fellow man. One person’s pain unfortunately often is another ones pleasure. BDSM and its connected voluntary slavery can carry one to new highs and lows. It can give you the greatest pleasures imaginable along with equal pain and without drugs. It can be used to enhance orgasm’s to the point you pass out from sensory overload. It can also be used to stop one dead in it tracks as if it never started. Orgasm denial is one of the body’s greatest challenges and pain is often used as an aid. I made the personal decision never to inflict that kind of pain that I witnessed that slave put through. I have experienced all of it.
I gave you the opportunity to walk away last night. I assumed you would never be back. You are back because of a deep inner curiosity. You are looking for something, you just don’t know what. You tried the gang route and found that out where that got you. You most likely were offered the drug escape in the past but had already witnessed the down side of that. There are so many things out there that offer no challenge and only harm and are dead end streets. As humans we need to be challenged.
I have been a Mistress in training and completed all the final challenges. I long ago decided that if I were ever to go back my slaves would be well rounded, well educated with exceptional intellect, with poise and stature. They would be physically fit, well tanned, and a sexual power house, being experts in all forms sexual depravity with both men and women.
We will start on the physical training, and will work with you to get your grades up and prepare you for local college. There will be light sexual training as we go along; the aggressive sexual training will be started much later in time.
You were shaved last night and you will keep it that way. You need to do that every few days. You and your partner for that evening will do it here. It will help you get comfortable to do intimate things with each other. Each night you come here you will have a different partner. You may be paired with another slave or a Mistress, but always expect your limits to be pushed to the max.
You are of legal consent age in this state, but there are still risks for all involved. If you decide this is what you want we will do a six month trial period. You will sign a consent form and a slave committal form. You will all witness the others signatures. You have a lot to think about and a serious decision to make for tomorrow night.” I said.

“Lisa and Sly come forward for your punishment. You failed to follow the instruction of a Mistress. Take off the gym short’s, step up to the table and spread your legs as wide as you can. Bend over the table and grip the other side of the table with your hands. You are to get 20. After each one is delivered you are to count out the number and say thank you Mistress. If you do not make that count the hit will not count towards the total. Sly you are to assume the position next to her and certify her count. Should you make an error it will be added to yours.” I said.

At four I stopped and rubbed her cheeks to feel how much heat they were developing. I also slid my fingers to her clit and back to see if she was getting wet and to frustrate her. The touch startled her. I did the same at eight, twelve, sixteen and twenty. I increased the intensity after each break. Both cheeks were a very red warm. She wet up slightly and made no mistakes in the count.

I had them swap places. At four hits Sly was wet. At sixteen there was a 4 inch puddle in the floor and she moaned as soon as I touched her ass cheeks and was flexing her bottom clearly close to cuming. At twenty she was trembling and moaning, as soon as my fingers hit her clit she came with a flood. I stayed at it and she came a second time within a minute.

I went to the front of the table where she barely lifted her head. I lifted her head with the dry hand by her hair. I crouched to look in her eyes and put the fingers wet with her cum to her mouth.

“Clean them” I said as I pushed them into her opened mouth.

When she had finished I handed her the towel she had left on the floor.

“Dry yourself and dry the floor. Put on your gym shorts, go get a dry towel and all of you take a bathroom break and let’s go work up a real sweat. Then we will come back and have the open discussion before you leave.” I said. “Remember all the instructions you have been given last night and tonight. The paddle is only a minor example of the punishment I can deliver.”

To unison of “Yes Mistress” I noticed three more very soaked crotches as I left. Pain sluts I thought to myself. This could be real fun if it weren’t so damn risky.

I walked out the side door into the gym. I looked at the office to see that it was full; all my girls including Shelia, Courtney and both Moms were in there looking at the monitor. All my deep, dark secrets were soon going to be front and center.

I walked to the refreshment center to wash my hands and get a bottle of water. I put the paddle on the table so I could return it to Shelia and waited for slaves or anyone.

The slaves were back quickly. Sly was directly in front of me. She stared into my eyes for a moment then bowed her head.

I walked to the office, “Lorrie, Vicky, and Ching Lee can you each take a pair and design a muscle building program for them. I need a few minutes.” I said.

I handed the paddle to Shelia with, “Thank you, I need to get my own.”

As the slaves left with their trainers I walked back to the table to finish my water. I was soon joined by the rest of the office group. A lively discussion took place. The two red-faced Moms said little but didn’t miss a word of my explanations of the scene that just had played out. They had arrived in time to see the whole thing on the office monitor.

The Moms soon left, I did get a hug and a good night. Jenny was sitting beside me and when I turned to look she smiled, shook her head and giggled then said, “The things you get yourself into.”

“What,” I asked.

“It’s a good thing you are with Ching Lee tonight. She is wound tighter than a banjo string. You studied under a well known Master and never told her. She was bouncing in the chair while you told the story and was hyper-ventilating when you were using the paddle and when Sly came she was whimpering like a puppy. You either use that paddle on her here or take it home with you. You are in for an all night session.” Jenny said.

“Oh no, tomorrow is the ball. I have to sleep tonight, not be up all night!” I said.

“A masters work is never done, you have to do what you have to do” Jenny said with a laugh as she walked away.

They would be an hour or more finishing up. I went home to the basement and looked through the things Jake had left there. I selected a soft leather flogger, a pair of felt-lined Velcro wrist restraints, a rope, and the medium strap on dildo and a blind-fold. I went into the bedroom and found the DVD case that I had had not opened in over six years. I chose one DVD. I put all the things in a pillow case and carried them over to the gym.

Back at the gym I had Jenny help me remove the pull-down video screen that was about six feet from the front of the room. With it down there were a row of heavy hooks in the ceiling. The wall had a 60 inch flat screen. I put the DVD in the player and connected it to the flat screen to see if the DVD would still play after all these years and the thousands of miles it had traveled. I placed the other items I had brought on a cart by the wall and covered them with a towel with the exception of the blindfold that I put in my pocket. If Ching Lee was as hot as Jenny had said everything was ready.

I asked if Jenny was going to watch, “I wouldn’t miss this for the world,” she replied.

“Invite the rest of them then. They already know. They just as well watch,” I replied. “Quietly go in the door from the waiting room and sit along the sides of the room while I am getting her set up. There is about two minutes of music before the video starts.

I was back at the refreshment center drinking another bottle of water with Jenny and Shelia as the girls were finishing the review with the North six. Shelia and the South side girls had helped clean and sweep up the gym before the girls left. The girls were going to the Cole residence to watch a movie with Joey before going back to Annapolis. Everyone else has left for the evening.

The north six were in the showers. Lorrie, Vicky and Ching Lee were in there putting the final things in order.

The group finally came out of the locker room. Ching lee was at my foot in a rush on her knees with her head bowed. The north girls were behind her with surprised looks on their faces.

“Mistress I have committed the gravest error that a slave can make. I have failed to pay you respect due a Mistress not once but many times. For that I must be severely punished. Please do not let the fact that we are lovers diminish the punishment I deserve.” she said.

“You did not know that I held any title in the community. Why should you be held responsible?” I replied.

“There were signs, the way you carried yourself, always in command, and then the dungeon in the basement. I suspected and did not follow my suspicions. I must be punished. The order must be restored.” She said.

“Yes! The order must be restored. You shall be punished. Tradition says that you must die as an example to all slaves. You are family. Tradition also states that the Master or Mistress shall not kill family,” I said.

I stood and stuck the paddle in the waist band of my gym trunks, “Stand and prepare to receive your punishment,” I said.

I double-wrapped the blind-fold around her eyes, and then motioned for the rest to go into the class room.

I walked her in the class from the side door after giving the others time to get in and seated. Of course I swatted her ass a few times with the paddle as we went but not very hard.

I pushed play on the DVD and the awful Japanese music started to play. You could tell if a club was into BDSM by that music before you ever went through the door. Ching Lee started to tremble.

I pulled off her gym shorts and lifted the shirt off over her head. I spread her legs wide and then lifted her hands over her head and cuffed them with the breakaway cuffs. I looped one end the rope around one hand then pulled it taunt and looped it around the hand and closed her fingers on it. She could release it and free her hands if she needed to.

The images were to start soon. “You are to look straight ahead and nowhere else. You are not allowed to cum unless I direct you to,” I said as I removed the blindfold. I stripped and put on the strap-on then picked up the flogger to several loud gasps behind us.

The first image appeared as the video started. A young slave was suspended by a rope; her toes were barely touching the floor. The mistress in the video had a hood covering her face and swung a cat-of-nine tails with force. I swung the soft flogger with equal force. The girl on the video screamed, Ching lee screamed and jerked on the rope. With the imagery playing to her mind it was as if she were being severely punished. The difference was that the cat-of-nine tails was going to leave heavy red marks, the soft flogger would lightly sting. By the time we were through Ching Lee’s skin would have a little pink to it.

I followed the actions of the mistress on the DVD to the letter. The hits were random over her complete body. The hits were to her ass, breast, nipples, legs and her sides. I swing the flogger upwards to her vulva and clit and anus, from the front, back and the sides. The slave on the video was receiving real pain, Ching Lee light stings and imagery. The screams were just as real. It was having an effect on the girls in the back; there were sounds of surprise at the screams and moans at other times.

Ching Lee was turned on, the inside of her legs were shiny with her lube, the rest of her body covered with sweat. There was a break in the action as the mistress worked the dildo into the folds of her slave. I reminded Ching Lee that she was not allowed to cum as I did the same to her. She kept moving trying to get the dildo to slip in but I thwarted each move to whimpers and whining and begging for permission to cum.

The action picked up again, this time the mistress had changed to a hard flogger that if use incorrectly would cut the skin. I continued with the soft just putting a little more effort into the swing. Both yelped at the change. Both the slave and Ching Lee were pleading to be allowed to cum. “No”

I started pinching her nipples as I worked the flogger with the other. I knew if I touched her clit she would cum so I avoided it with hand and flogger but I worked the flogger all around it, with light tender swipes never touching it.

I worked over her thighs and her ass cheeks. I moved close from the back so the flogger tips would be snapping around her rib cage against her nipples and cleavage, her abdomen and her mons. Ching Lee screamed as the flogger was working its magic on her nipples. Ching Lee’s pleas to cum were getting desperate as were the slave’s on the video.

It was time, Ching was past holding out a moment longer. I stepped close to her and pulled her to me, my breast against her back. As my hand found her clit, the other her breast I said into her ear “Cum for me my love” as her eyes were glued to the screen.

At the same instant the Mistress on the screen had lifted the slave by her legs and buried the strap on deep into her sex and shouted, “Cum for me slave.”

I fingered Ching Lee through her first huge orgasm to the sights and sounds of the same on the screen. I held her as the orgasm wound down.

On screen Supreme Master Chu Tuc came into view. Ching Lee gasped as he bowed to the Mistress and there was a conversation in Japanese. Another slave handed the Master Chu a finely decorated wooden case. He opened the case and presented it to the Mistress.

She removed an ivory and jewel handled dagger. The Mistress took the dagger and turned to the suspended slave then made a ceremonial small cut on her breast, just enough for several drops of blood to appear. The Mistress took the drops of blood on her finger and presented it to Master Chu. He pulled the finger to his mouth and licked the drops of blood off.

After the Mistress placed the dagger back into the case he removed the hood from the Mistress and presented her with the case. Ching Lee screamed and passed out in my arms.

On-screen there I stood, with the case in both palms. The video was made just a month before I was spirited out of Japan in the wee hours of the morning on a C130 transport. I was sent to Korea to avoid a diplomatic fire storm seven years ago.

I unclipped the strap on and let it fall to the floor. I stooped and scooped up Ching Lee like you would a ten year old and carried her to the showers. By the time we got there she was coming around. We stood in the shower where I gently soaped her entire body and rinsed twice before I did the same to me. I helped her over to the massage table where I gave her body a tender massage with lotion to ease the sensation of the flogger.

We had an audience so I asked them to get our day clothes. It was time for us to go home. I asked Jenny to gather all the things I had taken to the class room including DVD.

After a round of hugs and heavy sensual kisses with the rest of our mates Ching Lee and I made it to bed with few words. She was exhausted and I was not much better off. I had forgotten just how exhausting BDSM was on both sides of the whip. We snuggled close and both slept like babies. She was still in a deep sleep when I snuck out of bed at eight.

EDIT by Alfmeister

I was still tired and napped as Patti drove us to the college. Even though I had dismissed the North Side Gang as never returning I was still concerned that they might. How bad did I scare them? Would they wait a few days to get their thoughts together and come back for revenge?

The puzzling thing was how quickly that Carla the bitch had turned the corner. From what I knew from the few months I had worked with the Japanese Master that it usually took several days before a slave accepted their fate and submitted, usually caused by severe pain or starvation or both. Was she a closet reader of BDSM porn? Did she decide to go with the flow to gain the quickest way out? Anyone would have known that there were too many witnesses for us to make that many of them disappear into a dungeon for extensive training over several weeks. Another question that begged answers is where was their surveillance detail last night?

Jenny was going to a Task Force meeting of Police Chiefs in Annapolis today. She was also going to use the trip to drop off the urine samples to a lab that did the kind of testing that we wanted. They would have the reports ready for her to pick up when she came home tonight. The cover story was going to be that they were going to start competing and that we wanted to cover all the bases. I wondered if the APD chief would be at the meeting and corner Jenny about the gangs. Knowing her he would be at a disadvantage if she got the chance.

It was just two more days to the Christmas Ball at the Navel Academy and for some reason I was looking forward to it. I was getting more into the Christmas spirit with each passing day. We girls had placed a limit on how much to spend on gifts when we drew names. I had left $500 in an envelope for Mom 2 and Joey along with the list of acceptable gifts to put into the Toys for Tots box. They were going shopping almost every day. I knew they would get a kick out of having a mission to do some real shopping instead of just window shopping. The Toys for Tots box had been emptied twice already. We were transferring the toys to bigger boxes inside the gym. They were huge boxes that some of the new gym equipment came in. I was tickled that so many of our customers were charitable.

It was a slow day and I had plenty of time to research the Frost Borough College. Google Maps and the aerial views were a great help. I printed them off and started a work sheet with ideas. Our college grounds were split in half with a state road. Frost Borough on the other hand was a more recently built campus with the state road running by it and an access road leading to the college. With the three sides of the college having fenced in sports fields and a chain link fence around the fourth side I wondered why they were paying a million plus for security.

I continued to look through their web site and was floored. They had a complete layout of the college facility posted with all the entrance and exits including walkways and hallways. There were layouts of the pool and pool hours along with access codes to the pool. It showed the locations of all their security areas and security functions, even the camera locations. It even gave locations of all the electrical equipment. This web site was the dream of a terrorist, domestic or foreign. It was intended to be a self help for the students but it simply made too much information available to the public.

It would be a good addition to our business if we could form a management group to do the security there. With Jason and Dad renting the cabin there for most of the winter we could use it when they were weren’t there to pop in and do inspections. Jason could also look in from time to time. With net based cameras we could keep watch over the whole operation at any time. With company issued cell phones and radios we could monitor most of the voice traffic.

I was sure Marcy would love to add another business in the portfolio. It was less than a two hour flight from the Island Airport to the Frost Borough airfield. Marcy with Jeanna’s help had set up a corporate account with the rental car outfit and the flight company that was running Island Airport for corporate flight rates. We could go back and forth as necessary.

Back ground checks, physicals, the weapons course, the shoot don’t shoot, a quickey defensive training course and a physical assessment could all be done here, after the applicants had been screened and the numbers reduced to the best candidates for the full time positions. Then a much reduced screening for the part-time positions.

There would be safety handbooks, procedures, work rules, insurance and other benefits guidelines to be written. Marcy and Jenny could do all those things and I would bet Jeanna would help. I would float the ideas by them as soon as possible. I first needed to find out if the college owned the current systems in place there or were they leased or the property of the current security company.

I sent an email to Robert Bradberry to contact me the next time he was in the area. Robert was the sales rep for East Coast Security and Surveillance Systems. They were the company that had designed and installed the systems at the college. I had used them to design and install the system in the gym. I wanted several cameras around the exterior house and could use that as my cover story. I would pick his brain on the Frost Borough current system and get an idea on a new system if we got lucky enough to get a chance to bid on the contract.

Marcy sent a text, “My Mom is on the way she will be here in less than an hour.”

“Good, be great to see her” I replied.

I was expecting more of the girl’s parents to show up before Christmas. Lorrie’s parents had invited her to go on a European vacation with them. She respectively declined by saying that she was needed to do her part in the family business. They did send her several big packages that were beside the tree. Vicky’s parents were spending the winter in Hawaii. They also have sent packages that were under the tree.

With all the deep thought and research the afternoon went quickly. The text messages had been coming in all afternoon on my phone. I now had three assessments to do tonight – the slow night had turned into a busy night. According to the text the gym had been busy all day. My guess was last minute tans before the Christmas visiting and the push to lose the last pound to fit into last year’s party clothes helped make it that way. I had to admit to my self that I had been watching what I had been eating to make sure that Blues still would be a perfect fit for Saturday night.

I had some time before the first assessment of the evening so I spent it on the treadmill. When the first lady of the three that I was going to do for this evening came in she was sent to Carla. Carla did the weigh in and took the measurements in the new room that Bob’s Construction had just completed the night before. We finally had a room that we set up just for that purpose.

Marcy had even purchased a doctors style exam table on eBay and an EKG machine from the government surplus site even before it was complete. She had raided the local pharmacy for first aid supplies along with our own blood pressure cuff and stethoscope. We even had one of those new automatic defibrillators hanging on the wall. Some states were requiring them in many businesses. We called it the Aid Center.

Now that we had people that knew how to do that kind of thing, we were comfortable that we were doing everything possible to prevent someone having a heart attack or able to handle minor injuries in the gym. The county health department had asked if they could use our meeting room for the free flu shot campaign a couple days a month after Abby put a bug in their ear.

I had finished working up the exercise program with the first lady for the evening and was almost through with the second lady when Lorrie walked up behind me, “BJ”.

I turned to respond to her and over her shoulder I saw 6 naked girls from the North gang in a line with their knees on a towel, hands behind their backs with heads bowed.

“Oh crap!”

EDIT by Alfmeister

I had them stand up and walked them into a row by the showers. I separated Karla and Leathers then paired the gang up. I turned each girl so they were standing face to face but only a foot apart.

“You are looking at your partner. If you or your partner fails to obey any rule or instruction, violates any rule or order you both will be severely disciplined. If the infraction merits death you both will die very slowly and painfully.”

“By surrendering to remain among the living you gave up all of your rights, freedoms and possessions. As a slave you are a servant. You can earn those freedoms and rights and possessions back over time. It will be difficult and at times humiliating, painful and at times rewarding. With the completion of each step in your personal training and rebuilding you will be given something back. For each failure you will lose some,” I said.

“You are not to speak unless you are directed to do so or have requested and been given permission to do so. In a few minutes Ching Lee will give a demonstration on the proper way to request this,” I said.

I sent Ching Lee to get a cart and bring 10 each of wash cloths and the towels. I sent Marcy to ask all the customers that were in the gym to come to the class room so I could explain what was going on. Jenny had gone to the office to bring back several boxes of supplies we had gotten just for this.

I instructed them to face the showers and empty all the contents of their pockets on the floor in a neat pile. When they had completed that task I told them to take one step back then strip and place all their clothes in a second pile. I had to make the statement that it included bras and panties.

When they finished I pulled the cart of towels to them then told them to turn around. “Here is a wash cloth to wash with, a hand towel to dry your hair with and a bath towel to dry off with. You and your partner will be in a shower together, you scrub your self then you scrub your partner. You wash your hair then wash your partner’s hair. Do all that and be standing here in all your naked glory in 20 minutes. Since this is your first assignment as a slave you will get a two minute warning.” I said. ”You do not have permission to talk to each other now Move it.”

Ching Lee and Vicky went through the piles of possessions and clothes looking for anything that could be used as a weapon or drugs. Lorrie checked that they had emptied the pockets and were not holding back.

I went to talk to the members in the class room about what was going on to put them at ease. I gave them a complete explanation from the Joey beat down, the test we were going to do and the physical workout punishment they were going to get tonight. I invited all of them to stay and watch. What I really wanted were witnesses just in case it went sideways. I took questions including several from Courtney. She played it cool so she would not blow her cover.

Jenny started setting up the equipment we were going to need when they came out. She was going to take a complete set of pictures of each girl naked plus their ID card. I wanted close ups of any piercings and tattoos. Jenny was also going to take a full set of fingerprints from them.

Once that was done, Vicky, Marcy, Lorrie and Ching Lee were going to fill out a questionnaire that would tell us everything about each one of them. We were going to force them to drink a 16 oz bottle of water so we could collect a urine sample for a drug test. We would know everything about them when all the data came back.
After that we were going to humble, humiliate, intimidate and just plain work their asses off in the gym. Most likely they had very little real exercise and a hundred pushups with a couple hundred sit-ups spread over the next couple of hours along with heavy treadmill runs and they would be too sore to cause any trouble for the next few days.

Ching Lee and I had a plan on the Mistress/Slave crash course they were going to get. They were going to get the basics.

I had just completed the Q & A with the members when the two minute warning was given to the North Side gang. They were told to drop their towels in the hamper and line up. They were given a hand towel.

“You are to pick up a hand towel when you enter the gym and have it with you at all times. When you are naked and sit or lie on anything it goes under your bottom. When you kneel it goes under your knees unless the kneeling is part of any punishment. If you are being punished you may be kneeling on the floor, soybeans, corn kernels or even nails or screws.”

“You are to address Marcy, Vicky, Lorrie, Jenny, Ching Lee and I as Mistress at all times. You will be punished if you do not. Ching lee will demonstrate how you are to approach and address us,” I said.

Ching Lee came to me and went to her knees on a towel with her head bowed and her hands clasp behind he back. She said, “Mistress,” and waited.

“Look at her form, her head bowed and the position of her hands and feet. As a slave you are never to look a mistress in the eyes until you are acknowledged,” I said.

“Yes,” I responded to Ching Lee.

“Mistress may I speak freely?” she asked.

I hesitated a bit then said, “Yes and you may stand.”

“Mistress as you well know I have completed my entire task list under DingToLocCe and I am ready to take on the final challenge. That challenge is for me to present my Mistress with a goblet of fresh blood from a condemned that I have killed by the dagger. Should any of these slaves need to be dispatched it would be a great honor for me to present to you the filled goblet and complete my training,” She said and then she bowed her head again.

It was all I could do not to break out in laughter. We had never discussed anything like that and as far as I knew there was no such thing as DingToLocCe. She was adlibbing for the gang who were now standing wide eyed and mouths open. It didn’t help me any that just before she bowed her head, she winked and smiled that devilish grin of hers. I was fighting to control myself so I would not give away her charade.

“Your request is noted and I shall retrieve the dagger from its honored place where it has been secure since it was last used.” I said. “Notice that she had her head bowed and was in a kneeling position until she was acknowledged. She then stood up, picked up her towel and tucked it into the side of her outfit then put her hands behind her back. This is the way it is to be done.”

I changed things a little, Jenny was going to do just the finger printing and Vicky the pictures, Lorrie, Marcy and Ching Lee the questionnaires to move things along. They each picked a slave and started.

It took half an hour but everything was completed except the urine samples. I gave all of them a 16oz bottle of water and told them to drink it all. I figured in half an hour they would start giving samples or drink another bottle. It was time to get physical.

Lorrie demonstrated the perfect pushup and they all did 20 of them. Vicky demonstrated the standard sit-up and they each did 30 of them. Then we gave them a 10 minute break in the slave waiting position and after no one requested a bathroom trip another bottle of water was issued. It was during the break that Ching Lee brought it to my attention that all 10 of them had pubic hair and as a slave that was a no-no. I sensed that Ching Lee knew the humiliating effect it would have on them. I sent Lorrie to get the grooming kit. It had electric clippers and shaving cream with disposable razors.

Another 15 pushups, 25 sit-ups and 25 cross training sit-ups followed by another break. Karla the bitch was the first one to be in front of me on her knees.

“Mistress,” She said. She was on her knees on the towel with her hands behind her.

“Yes slave Karla you may speak,” I replied.

“Mistress I need a bath room break, may I be permitted to go?” she asked. Lorrie had just come back with the kit in time.

“Mistress Lorrie and Mistress Jenny will assist you. You may go with them,” I said. I whispered into Lorries ear, “Clip and shave it and absolutely nothing else.” She nodded. Jenny got the sample and did all the labeling while Lorrie shaved Karla’s kitty. While they were gone the rest repeated the bathroom request. They had to wait until Carla came back.

When Carla came back she was red faced and look like she was ready to cry but didn’t say anything and assumed the kneeling position. I sent the next one to Jenny and Lorrie. I went to the store room and got 10 tee shirts and gym shorts, then set them on the floor. It was getting cooler in the gym. We had purchased a hundred tee shirts and gym shirts that were imprinted with “Property of Jones Fitness Center” on them. The intent was for staff to use them although I was sure that there would be requests to buy them as soon as they were seen.

“Mistress,” Karla said.

“Yes, you may speak,” I replied.

“Mistress does the trim meet your requirements?” She asked.

“Stand so I can inspect it,” I said. She did as instructed. I just glanced at her kitty and said, “Yes that’s perfect for a slave.”

“Mistress,” she said.

“Yes slave, you may speak” I replied.

“Mistress I am cold. If I were to get sick I would not be able to perform at 100% and therefore a reduced value to my Mistress. May I have some clothing?” She asked.

She can think and learns fast I thought to myself. I reached out and tweaked then pinched both of her hard nipples very hard and replied, “You are cold. You may get a shirt and suit and then dress,”

The second girl was back and had over heard most of the conversation. After I sent Leathers to the bathroom she made the same request for inspection and for a shirt and suit. I put those two on a treadmill and after the warm up I kept speeding it up until the pulse rate was 120. I then set the timer for ten minutes at that speed. The process continued with the rest of the gang. When the treadmill shut down two more girls went on the treadmills.

Then it was to the stair machines, I cranked the tension up so high that they had to hold on to the side bars to be able to pump the machine steps. They did 30 of those.

After a few minutes rest Karla and her partner did 20 more push-ups, 20 regular sit-ups and 20 more cross training sit-ups. By now they were all struggling with the exercises as they were physically exhausted. When they had finished I walked them back over to the showers and had them assume the kneeling position. I gave another speech.

“As my slaves your minds and bodies belong to me to do with as I desire. In time you will come to grips with this and learn the lines you have to walk to avoid punishment. Today we have worked on your physical body and that will be expanded at every session. We will work to make your body the strongest possible,” I said.

“You will not pollute the body with drugs or smoke or artificial stimulants. You will not deface the body with tattoos or graffiti. To do so will bring immediate harsh and painful punishment,” I said.

“Shower, dress and you may leave for tonight. You will be back here tomorrow night at 7 sharp. You will be lined up in the inspection position as you are now. That is naked, kneeling, hands behind your back with you head bowed. Tomorrow will be another intense learning experience. Goodnight slaves,” I said.

They wasted no time in carrying out my instructions and were quickly gone. It was well after normal closing time. The rest of the members that had stayed to watch finished up and left. We cleaned the gym with the help of the South Side Gang and Courtney who were quiet the whole time. After the South Side Gang had gone I had all of us plus Moms, Joey, and Courtney sit in the refreshment area.

First we discussed how the North gang had gotten in. I wanted to reassure the girls that no one had done anything wrong. Short of an armed guard and a set of double locking doors there no way to prevent what had happened. You simply had to weigh convince of access for members against risk. We had more security than any gym that I had ever been in. To go with that there were six of us that had been training to fight for months. The outcome of tonight’s intrusion had proven that we were prepared and capable.
After I had expressed myself I said, “I know that all of you have feelings, emotions and opinions that need to be discussed. Now is the time, do not hold back.”

The first to speak was my Mom, “I was terrified when she pulled the knife on you, proud when you disarmed her. Then I was horrified as you were in the process to drown her and with the slave thing I’m not sure I know you any more. Would you have really drowned her? At first I thought no but now I’m not so sure.”

“Mom, the military trains soldiers for months on every way there is to kill and how to survive. But for them to have a living breathing person in their sights and be able to pull the trigger is a whole different matter. And believe me, the first time you pull the trigger is real bad when the adrenaline rush of battle wears off. Could I have killed her? I had to fight my self not to after she pulled the knife because then it became life or death, me or her. If she had any formal training one of us would most likely be dead. We practice and train for it to always be the other person.”

Mom 2 was next to say something. “I said I would have done something that was not ladylike and you said to leave those kinds of things to you younger folks. What I thought was not ladylike is not even close to what you did. I knew you could be tough but I didn’t know you could be that tough or cruel.”

Before I could answer Courtney said,” I researched you after I took this assignment so I knew you had a reputation for being able to hold your own but that reputation is an understatement. What are you going to do when they come back?”

“I don’t think we will ever see them again. Think about it. They came in with their A game and got handed their lunch with no bag. We have a complete set of ID photos and fingerprints plus DNA if we need it along with ID information of address and phone numbers. They were humiliated to the lowest possible level in front of multiple witnesses and they agreed they would be slaves. You can’t get any lower than that. We just didn’t put then through a light gym exercise. We loaded the crap out of them. Instead of light weights we went to max weights over and over again. The same with the sit-ups and pushups – they were forced until they could do no more. Tomorrow when they wake up they are going to think they are dying because everything is going to hurt so badly. If they come back here tomorrow night it will be because they think we will hunt them down but I think they will disappear never to be heard from again.” I said.

I looked at Jenny and Chin Lee and asked. “What happened to Karla in the bath room? When she came out she looked ready to cry,” I asked.

Jenny answered, “When she found out she was going to pee in the cup she wasn’t happy and when she realized that we were going to watch and then shave her she was embarrassed almost to tears. I guess she must have never used a vibe. She had a big orgasm before the clippers finished and another when Ching Lee was shaving her. She squirts. We had to help her up. Her bad-ass girl image is history”

“Tomorrow we will all have to be on our toes and watch everything. Let’s call it a night.” I said.

As Courtney was leaving I pulled her aside and said, “I want a copy of the report you write on what happened here tonight.”

“It will take days to write,” She said with a laugh, “But you will get it as soon as I finish it.”

It had been a long day. I knew we would all be tired but after all the adrenaline rush and I was horny as a goat. Tonight I was to sleep with Vicky but I was sure there would be more involved. They all were and afterwards I slept like a baby.

EDIT BY Alfmeister

Snooty was between Karla the bitch and the black haired girl in a leather jacket. They were trying to double team her. The jacket was trying to get her arms so the bitch could throw punches at will but Snooty had already landed several good body punches on the jacket.
I shoved the bitch out of the fight and at the same time yelled, “That’s enough.” That brought the pushing and shoving to a halt.

“You are not members here. Get out now,” I said.

The bitch yelled, “This is not your fight, stay out of it.”

“This is my gym, that makes it my fight.” I yelled back. “Now get out.”

“You are not going to make me do anything,” She yelled then pulled a 6 inch knife from her jacket.

From behind me I heard all kinds of smacks, grunts and groans; they were the signs of heavy action going on. I hoped that I was the only one facing a knife.

“The last person to pull a knife on me is dead. If you think a knife scares me you are wrong.” I said. “I won’t need anybody to hold your arms while I beat the crap out of you.”

She swung the knife at me. But like a true amateur she swung her whole body instead of just her arm. That left a big opening that I took advantage of. I had stepped back out of the knife swing then I stepped ahead and delivered a soccer styled kick to her abdomen using the side of my foot instead of the point of the foot. The difference being the point would have had enough of an impact to rupture internal organs whereas the side knocked the wind out of her and still hurt like hell.

As if once was not enough, she repeated the same maneuver from the opposite direction. Only this time I put a lot more into the kick.

While she was stunned and recovering I delivered several kidney punches to her right side and backed out of the way of the knife leaving her hurting from the front and the back. She swung wildly with the knife and ended up with nothing but air. But again she left me an opening big enough to drive a VW through. I grabbed her arm that was holding the knife and delivered several more kidney and rib punches with my left fist.

I did a foot sweep taking her feet from under her and putting her ass on the mat. I rolled her in the process, pulled her arm behind her in an elbow lock and removed the knife from her hand.

I pulled het to her knees then grabbed a handful of hair pulling her head back hard. I turned the knife so the sharp side was away from her. I put the knife to the side of her head just at the ear.

“I could make a small slice here and your brain would die before your heart pumped out of blood. As your brain died your vision would fog and then go dark and you would lose control of body functions, stop breathing and the muscles would just collapse.” I said.

I moved the knife over to the other side and lower and said, “I could make a deep cut here and your heart would pump out before the brain died. They tell me that the heart trying to pump with no life giving blood is like a heart attack on steroids. Both of those are too good for you. You are going to suffer a lot more before I snuff you out.”

I looked around to see both Moms and Joey had arrived. I slid the knife across the floor to her. I stood the bitch up by her hair and collar. The jacket she had on was not zipped up so I pulled it over her shoulders to use it as an arm restraint then patted her down to make sure she had no other weapons. I pulled one arm out of the jacket and put it in an arm lock as I removed the jacket from the other one.

I had her arm jacked so hard and high that she was walking on her toes as I directed her to the hot tubs. When we got to the tub I pushed the button to shut it off. I wanted to make sure that I could see everything that was going to take place. As soon as the water stopped bubbling and with her arm still jacked up I placed my other hand on the back of her head, pushed it the water and held it there. With her free arm she struggled and pushed trying to get out. I held her there until I saw the big bubble that indicated she had exhaled.

I pulled her out. She was coughing and spitting water, I asked her, “How does it feel to be at the mercy of someone who does not give a rat’s ass if you live or die? Are you afraid yet? You damn well better be. Does it feel as good as when you were beating Joey and she could not defend herself? Look in the tub. The angel of death is in there waiting on you. Are you ready to take his hand and walk through the gates of hell with him?”

Her head went under the water again. This time when I saw the rush of bubbles I hesitated a second longer before I pulled her head out. This time there was more coughing, more water and she was heaving hard to get oxygen.

“You can end this with a few simple words: I surrender my gang and myself to be your whores, sluts and slaves. To serve and to do as you command. I Surrender.” I said.

I immediately pushed her under the water again and this time waited longer before I pulled her out. She was in much worse shape.

“Say it, I surrender my gang and myself to be your whores, sluts and slaves. Say it and live or you go in a body bag. SAY IT” I yelled.

From behind us one of her gang screamed, ‘We surrender. Please don’t kill her. PLEASE we surrender.”

I slowly pushed her head towards the water. “Ok, Ok. I surrender my Gang and my self.” She said.

I walked her back out to the others. Jenny had Leather on her knees in front of her, the jacket on the floor in front of them. Jenny had thrown it there after checking her for any kind of weapons. I knew from Joey’s description of her beat down that Leather was the one that held her.

I looked at Jenny and said, “Stand her up and let’s trade.” I pushed Karla down in front of Jenny, pulled Leather to me and pushed her out to the middle of the floor.

“I hear you enjoy holding girls half your size while they get the crap beat out of them. Defend your self or die.” I said as I closed the gap between us. She turned to run but I was having none of that. I was on her before she could take a step. I spun her around and punched her in the side as hard as I could. She swung and caught me on the shoulder knocking me back a bit. I responded with a couple of hits to the abdomen that doubled her over momentarily. As she straightened up I hit her on the opposite side. With that she went down on her knees. I pulled her up and headed her to the tub. I did not say anything. I just pushed her head under water and held her there.

After the third dunking she was coughing and gagging, “Say it, you heard it now say it. I surrender the gang and my self to be your whores, sluts and slaves to do as you command. Say it or die.” I said.

“I surrender the gang and myself. To be your whores, sluts and slaves to do as you command. Please no more don’t hurt me any more.” Leathers said. I moved her down to sit beside Karla then went to the next girl in line. As soon as I was in front of her she said, “I surrender.” The seven remaining ones did the same.

EDIT by Alfmeister

I was tired and fell to sleep immediately after a round of hugs and kisses from my mates. I slept soundly until 3 o clock when I woke up with an adrenaline rush. The hair on the back of my neck felt like it was standing on end. I had not had that feeling since the incident with the rapist gang at the college

With my Glock in hand I began checking out the house. I checked all the doors and looked in on all my mates and in every room. I went to the computer and looked at tapes of the gym security system. It was then that I decided that I was going to have security cameras placed around the exterior of the house.

I pulled up the college cams next and looked at everything. I called the security desk and talked with the night duty guy. Everything was good everywhere I checked. The only thing I could not do because of the time was check in with the Moms and Dads. That would have to wait until day break. At 4 I finally gave up and went back to bed. I crawled easily back in bed with Lorrie and held her tight. I fell back to sleep listening to her breathe.

It was a little after 6 when the house came alive with morning showers and coffee brewing. I text both Dad’s to make sure everyone had a quiet night. The Dad’s were always up first. You know the coffee and sports pages routine. The all is well came back from both. Jason did want to know if we wanted a pot of home made chicken soup. They had an over supply.

Patti drove us to college in the suburban and I worked on the smart phone on the way. She had decided that with car and insurance payments she would continue to be frugal in her spending and ride with me most of the time.

I spent two hours on the phone with Mr. Skaggs from Frost Borough. He had been notified that Misty and Belinda were transferring to KCC. He was happy that Misty had transferred. He knew that no mater what happened she would never be comfortable there again. He had talked to her on the phone and commented on how much better she seemed to be. I told him she was seeing two of the best shrinks in the business and that they were on the staff of Walter Reed and University Medical Center. He replied, ‘It shows.”

We then talked about the security problems there. He said, “The board is going to meet in January. I will send you the paper work so you can you can assist in designing our system. If you want to start a management company to run it we will be more than interested in hearing your proposal. I am also going to try to get the full board to come look at your setup at KCC.”

“Let me know in plenty of time when you are coming so I can be here. We have scheduled several away seminars each month until June.” I said.

The rest of the day was quiet. We were getting piles of folders from HR and the Administrations dept. Both of those departments had dumped dorm room assignments to the security department. They also in the process had allowed the new students to have a pick list of things they wanted in a room mate. The first thing I did was send that list to legal for an opinion in writing. They were almost making security a matchmakers group.

The list dealt with things like smokers and non smokers, sports and non sports, first floor or second floor and more of those kinds of questions. The first floor rooms were held until we were sure about the number of handicapped students we were getting and even then my intention was to hold one in reserve just in case we needed one sometime during the school year. They seemed harmless enough but I still wanted a legal sign off. By the end of the day they had sent 100 folders.

I sent a text to Misty and asked, “Do you and Belinda want a first or second floor room?”

The reply came a few minutes later, “1st floor if you can.”

We ended the day on the same quiet note that it started. On the way home Marcy text that I had a slow night on store there were only 3 assessments. I was happy with that. It would give me some time to do a serious work out myself. I had been getting plenty of exercise but good workout was due.

Due to the fact that we were only a few days from Christmas with all the advertised shopping specials at the malls along with the office parties in full swing it was a little slower in the gym. The regulars were there, those that had committed to a program. Courtney, the tv gang, and all of those that were working on a fitness program we had designed for them that could only find the time of an evening.

The South Side Gang was showing up every night now. Even when Shelia wasn’t there training they were working on the bags or some part of their training program.

I took advantage of the chance to work out in full gear with all my mates. It was the first time since we had opened the gym that we had done that. And in less than three weeks Jenny would no longer be able to work out that aggressive with us. We worked on defensive take down tactics and offensive kill tactics as I called them. We even brought out the kung fu sticks as Ching Lee called them. They were a five feet long and one inch and a quarter Round wooden rod with a big padded ball on each end. We always wore padded gloves when we used them to train. The bare hand slammed between two wooden rods could cause some serious hand injuries.

All security systems have flaws. From the most expensive and complex used by governments, the military to the biggest financial institution. If the reward was big enough there was someone who would try and succeed to break it. Even the pentagon with the most complex system in the world had lost data and secrets to hackers, traitors and spies.

The system we used at the gym after hours was designed to protect our investment. It consisted of lighting, motion sensors, door switches, recorded cameras and finally a gate at the entrance all connected to an alarm system with notification levels.

When the gym was open the cameras recorded the exterior happenings and the things that went on in the waiting room. There were no cameras inside the gym that were activated during business hours for privacy purposes.

All the doors had electronic latches on them controlled by member ship cards with a magnetic strip on them. Those allowed members to swipe the card and enter the gym without waiting for the cashier to buzz them in from the panel on the desk. On a busy day it was a work saver. All the doors also had a key access in case of a power failure.

That card allowed us to collect all kinds of data from the main computer terminal. A few clicks and we could find out which employees were working at any given time. We could find out the members that were actively using their membership, how many members were in the gym at any given time.

The flaw in the system was simple. If someone held the door open or caught it before it closed and two or more ladies walked through without swiping the card you lost data or that allowed nonmembers access. To encourage everyone to use the card Marcy developed a point system to get prizes each month. They ranged from a free item from the refreshment center to a free months membership if a member allowed the points to accumulate long enough.

It was this flaw that allowed the North Side Girls Gang to get into the gym. They caught the door before it closed and all ten of them ran in from the outside. It was easy for them to spot the group of South Side Girls. They ran right to them and began shouting and pushing.

We had a barn storming session on this scenario the night Joey was beaten so we were some what prepared. That session had included Shelia and her two boxer partners helping, they were not in the gym that night so we were a little handicapped in trained fighters. However we had also included Courtney, Jamie, Kim and Marsha. Plus the South Side had had a couple of weeks of boxer training and several days of sparing inside the ring. We also had devised a signal to let everyone know there was trouble in the gym. The signal was sounded.

EDIT by Alfmeister

On Monday things were back to the normal grind. Be at the college at eight to deal with a normal day. I needed normal days for a while. I was worn out every night when I left the gym. I had no doubt that we were going to have to hire additional people unless we were experiencing a true holiday run because of the tanning booth. The days were going so fast that they were almost a blur.

Patti and I worked almost the full day on the first two of the scheduled away rape seminars. The first was at PSU at Hazleton Pa. on January 10th. Patti made the room reservations at the Hilton North for Friday night. We would leave Friday morning early and get there in time to set for the seminar stay over and drive back Saturday morning. They had everything we would need except the Homer dummies and we could carry them in the back of the suburban. We would only need an over night bag for each of us and the body padding for Jenny and I. This would be the last one that she would be doing as the villain.

We were going to do our first attempt at home artificial insemination the middle of the month. So getting kicked and thrown about would be out of the question. The cover story would be that since the girls were going to take the program over as a part of the training offered by the gym we needed to run each of them through to find the best villain.

The second one was scheduled on the 31st of January at Ohio State University in Parkersburg. That was a 12 hour drive and you had better not hit any traffic jams. We were going to leave at 4am drive straight through then do the seminar and stay over and drive back Saturday. If the weather for cast looked bad we would go a day early and stay two nights.

Monday evening I picked up the Dress Blues at Susie’s Sewing Shop. I tried the on before I left with them. They fit perfectly. It was easy to stand straight and tall in the mirror and reminisce and be proud. The rows of polished medals made me feel a little taller in my shoes. I just hoped that I remembered all the dance steps to those fancy waltzes they liked to do at those things.

I changed and headed over to the gym. The girls said they had been very busy today and would appreciate my help. I was hoping for enough of a break to go a little tanning for my self. I needed a couple of sessions to get my tan where it would be perfect for wearing the blues.

Mom 2 was going to bring Joey by so she could spend some time with her former partners in mischief. She was still moving slow but she and Mom 2 were hitting it off. They had already been shopping for more appropriate clothing as Mom 2 called it.

Lorrie ran into the gym to get me she had been working the window, “Their here the same Marines that were here in the summer. They asked for Master Sergeant Roberta Jones. They have more papers. Please tell them you are not going.”

I went to the waiting room to meet Gunny Richard day and Captain Horace Ryan. I escorted them into the empty class room. Today there were no guns lying on the tables. Jamie’s classes today were of the live fire type and were being held at the gun club.

I opened the conversation by saying, “Nothing has changed since our last meeting.”

Horace laughed and said, “I was sure that you were firm in your decision. That’s why we didn’t come back. Recruiting is only one of the things that I do. I am also the area chairman of the Toys for Tots. I know you have heard of the Marine Corps program where we collect toys for the needy during the holiday season. I have been out of town for the last couple of weeks and just saw the ad’s for the gym. We are hoping that you would like to join us and support this worthy cause. All we ask is that you allow us to place a donation box and post a few signs signifying that is an official Toys For Tots collection site and that you are a member of the Toys for Tots Family.”

Laughingly I said, “You scared the girls half to death. They think you came here to get me to re-enlist again. I will bet there are ears glued to the doors.

I think we can find a spot for a drop off box in the waiting room. I will have Vicky add a line to the ads tomorrow announcing it and that we will match toy for toy for every toy donated.”

The Gunny went out to get the box and the signs while the Captain and I waited and talked about all the current things going on with the Marines. I could see that all the girls were in the office looking busy but anxiously looking through the glass at us. The captain and I made space for the box and I told them I would have the signs mounted tomorrow morning. Captain Ryan asked if he could put Toys for Tots decal on the glass of the main entrance door. We installed it together with the Gunny taking a picture for the Marine Corps paper. I bid the Captain and the Gunny good evening then stapled the list of requested toys above the box and carried a copy in to the girls.

We spent a few minutes working up a new radio ad with the announcement that we were Toys for Tots collection site. Marcy came up with the idea to give a gift coupon for a free tan for every eligible toy donated. I was proud of the girls; they didn’t hesitate to step up for a good cause.

While I was tied up with the Captain the South Side Girls had arrived and were doing their routine with Shelia. They had asked about Joey as soon as they came in. it was an hour later that Joey and Mom 2 made it in. Joey was still wearing Ching Lee’s body padding for extra protection. Joey told us of her day in the court system with Jenny and Jason and Mom at her side. She was excited to get a new start in a normal household as she called it. She was going down to tell her old gang what was happening. Lorrie and Jenny went with her. There was a civil but loud at times discussion. Joey waved Mom 2 over and made introductions. According to Jenny and Mom 2 the gang girls were happy that Joey was able to get away from the mess at her sisters house and were amazed that it could be done so quickly.

I never asked Jenny what she has used for leverage to get custody and all the other things done so fast. I guess that her being sixteen had a lot to do with it.

Courtney summoned me over to help her but the real thing was to pump me for information. Right off the bat she wanted to know why Joey was in body armor. I guess she had not been very observant Saturday night when everything was going on with Joey.

I asked, “Are you getting updates from your department?”

“No she replied.

“When you e-mail your next report ask them for a copy of the daily reports from the two surveillance teams since Friday then we will compare notes,” I said. “Do we trust each other enough that we can have off the record and I MEAN off the record conversations? Think about that very carefully before you answer.”

Another lady came over just as we ended that line of discussion wanting pointers on the weight bench. I went to help her and in the process ended the talk with Courtney for the evening.

As everyone was leaving for the evening Snooty came over to me and said, “You promised you would take of Joey and you sure did. None of us were expecting this kind outcome. We were all worried about her. Thank you.”

“Now you just have to look out for each other. If the North Side shows up here we will take care of them,” I said.

EDIT by Alfmeister

Sunday morning at eight Jenny called her mom to find out what kind of night Joey had. It must not have been too bad because she had already had breakfast. Jenny was going to pick her up at 930 to go get her things. Jenny had been on the phone and computer for more than a hour. Jenny was calling in ever favor she was owed from the sound of the conversations. She had been checking all kinds of things about the North side gang. Then she spent time checking out Joey’s sister and her boyfriend. The boyfriend had a long sheet and the sister was no angel. How they managed to appointed guardians of anybody was a mystery.

Then she checked out Joey’s story about her Mom’s death and the insurance policy and restrictions on it and how it turned into the college trust fund. There were some unusual clauses but nothing that couldn’t be changed with a compassionate judge.

She then got a protective order to keep both the sister and boyfriend away from Joey. Jenny also arranged for two MSP officers to meet them at 2102 Hammond Street, Annapolis at 1030. They didn’t need a search warrant with Joey having a key and inviting them in to help her collect her things.

The plan was that Joey and Jenny were going in her state car and Ching Lee, Vicky, Misty and Belinda were going to take the suburban to help pack and bring her things to the Coles house. They took a box of trash bags and all the boxes they could find. Joey also wore Ching Lee’s body padding to protect her ribs that we used for training just in case something unplanned happened.

I had already been over at the gym for three hours and was going to stay there in case any trouble showed up. Lorrie, Marcy, and Wendy were with me. Even though it was Sunday morning we started out busy and stayed busy. That didn’t keep me from worrying about the group going across the bridge. I wasn’t the only one worried either.

Lisa came in at 10:30 and sat in the refreshment area. I could tell she was nervous. She kept looking at her watch then the wall clock. Finally I went over and sat with her.

“Mom they are just getting there everything will be fine,” I said.

“I know but that does not stop me from worrying. I helped with her bath this morning, she couldn’t wash her back. I saw her sides and her arms. I’m still crying on the inside. How could anyone do that to her?” she said. “I have never been so mad at anyone. If could have gotten my hands on them it would not be pretty or lady like.”

“You know that Jenny would not want you to do anything that is not lady like. You have to leave things like that to us young wild girls. We can still shrug it off as a learning experience,” I said. She gave a strange look and then a little smile and a nod of her head.

I knew in my heart we would get to meet them face to face if they followed their normal routine of harassment of the South Side Girls. It may be in a day or it might take a couple of weeks but it would happen. Tonight at closing I was going to call a meeting of all the girls and employees including Shelia and her 2 boxers to run through what if scenarios. We needed to be ready not surprised. I was glad that I had made the decision to teach them offensive fighting several months ago. There would also be a refresher tonight. Yes the one that had thrown the punches and the one who had held her would get some special treatment if I had anything to do with it.

At 1030 on the nose Joey unlocked and opened the door and stepped inside followed by Jenny and a MSP officer. The house was trashed again; the smell of spilled booze and weed was almost nauseating. The boyfriend was on the couch no shirt with a liquor bottle between his legs his head back and snoring passed out. Jenny used her smart phone to take pictures as they went.

Jenny looked at the MSP officer and said, “Cuff him for his own safety.” Then she checked the rest of the down stairs. Finding nothing she followed Joey upstairs to her room. Joey’s room was clear. The master bedroom was a different story. Joey’s sister was sandwiched between two men who were to drunk. They were trying to do a double on her and were so drunk that they were oblivious to what was going on around them. Jenny stepped to the top of the stairs to motion that she wanted the other officer and three pairs of cuffs.

Jenny stood at the top of the stairs looking in on the three of them with her 40 cal aimed in their direction and taking more pictures. As soon as the other two officers were at the top of the stairs they went in and announced their presence and cuffed the three of them leaving them sitting on the bed with one MSP officer guarding them. The other MSP was left guarding the boyfriend.

Jenny called the rest of the girls in to begin packing Joey’s possessions. Jenny went out side to watch the vehicles and make several calls. One of those calls was for another MSP unit for guard duty that arrived in just minutes. Several minutes later two APD units showed up. They were not happy that MSP was conducting a raid inside city limits without notifying them and demanded to see the person in charge. Jenny informed them that it was not a raid but an extraction of a material witness.

Ching Lee, Vicky, Misty and Belinda started bringing bags of clothes and a few boxes to the suburban. Two more trips into the house were all it took to collect all of Joey’s things. Jenny made sure that every piece of paper connected to Joey was boxed and did one last search of Joey’s room herself.

Jenny had the MSP bring the three down from upstairs as she removed the cuffs from a still snoring boyfriend. They turned the three until they were facing the interior wall then removed the cuffs and quickly backed out the door.

Thirty minutes later Joey was sitting in the gym at the table with Lisa Coles. Joey moved permanently into Jenny’s old room. Lisa and Jason were appointed her legal guardians.

EDIT by Alfmeister

Saturday was more of the same just plain busy. If anything more busy. There were always lines for the tanning booths even starting at 7am. The Marathoners were in use as soon as the doors opened. They were booked most of the day for two weeks out. There were even more demands for the gift packages.

The office was getting calls from Delaware Pennsylvania and Virginia inquiring and booking the marathoners. The out of state calls were sent to us from the manufactures web site. One group of 8 runners from Pittsburg had inquired about booking an entire weekend 24 hours each on both machines at the end of January. They were going to book rooms in the Holiday East chain for the weekend. With dollar signs flashing in Marcy’s eyes she agreed. Jenny and I both suggested that Marcy try her connections to see if she could get another one or two at least for a while.

In the conversation with Marcy about them I found out that the connection was Jeanna. Mid Western Bank was doing the financing for the manufactures R&D department and the bank had the option to do their own evaluation of all products. We were the banks evaluator with the Marathon tread mill line.

The girls had all the Christmas decorations up on both the house and gym. We had a live tree in the house. The spruce forest smell was all over the house. I wouldn’t let them put a live tree in the gym. I was afraid some might be allergic to the aroma from the tree so we had fake one that looked close to a live one. I had to chuckle at the tree they must have bought every kind of tree decoration the store had.

Jeanna called to say that she would be back a few days early. Mid west bank was looking at a group of Delaware Banks for acquisition in to their bank conglomerate. She was in charge of the pre purchase audit. Marcy’s Christmas present a candy apple red suburban was in at the dealer and asked if I knew of any where it could be hidden till Christmas. She also had another surprise for us for Christmas but would not give any hints as to what it was.

We also had another surprise delivered in the mail on Saturday. It was called the electric bill and it was a whopper for no more than we thought we were using electric for. The gym heat was gas fired and the hot water was gas so we were surprised at the cost of electric. The biggest part of the cost was the commercial rate we were being charged. Marcy had estimated the cost before we added the tanning booths and the classroom. I never would have dreamed that the tanning booths were going to cost that much to operate. It was a still within our budget with the extra income they were producing but never the less it was a shock.

On Saturday I spent another full day doing assessments. In the morning I worked with Carla James while Kirstin worked out in the gym. In the afternoon they swapped places.

At five the South side Girls came in even though Shelia was not having training today. They changed and began their weight work out routine that Shelia had designed for them. I noticed that the smallest of the group seemed to be moving slow. I had heard her called several things. Joey was her name but she seemed to prefer to be called Bones. I just assumed that she had over done the workout the day before.

I continued with the assessment I was doing but also made sure to keep an eye on the gang. It took an half an hour for me to finish up. Bones was sitting on one of the exercise bikes holding her side with one of the other gang talking to her.

I walked over to her and asked if she was ok. I could see she was in pain.

“I’m ok, just leave me alone,” she replied.

“No you are not ok. Come with me. Let me get you checked out,” I said.

One of the other girls they called Snooty who was the leader said, “Were leaving to take her home.”

“She is not leaving until she is checked out,” I said as I whistled to get the attention of Vicky and Lorrie that had just come in to work. I also waved Kirstin over. We all walked over to the store room where the whole gang wanted to come in. I held up my hand and pointed to Snooty motioned her inside. I also called Jenny to come in.

“You are to observe and to say nothing,” I told Snooty.

I helped Joey take off her long sleeve shirt. Both her sides were red and starting to lightly bruise. Both her arms had bruises. Her stomach was pink. It was easy to see that someone had held her while her ribs and stomach had been worked over.

I asked her,”Who did this to you? You were fine when you left here last night.”

“I fell down the stairs,” she said.

“You want to try that one again. I know what a beat down looks like. Your arms are going to be bruised where they held you while you were beaten,’ I said. “Now who did this to you?”

She looked at the floor for a moment then said, “The North Gang. They were waiting for me when I left the house this morning. They were hiding in the alley. They tried to get me to tell them where we were taking off to every afternoon. I didn’t tell them anything,” she said.

“How did you get away?” I asked.

“Some one must have heard me screaming and called the cops. A cop car went by the ally with it’s siren on. Then it backed up to turn into the ally. They dropped me and ran off. I ran the other way as best as I could,” she said.

“She needs to have x-rays to see if there are any broken ribs,” Kirstin said.

“NO, No doctors. Just let me rest a while,” Joey said.

“Are you in trouble with the law?” I asked.

“No. My mom died in a car accident a few years ago. She had an insurance policy that turns into a college trust for me when I turn eighteen. I get part of it each year to pay for college. If I go to jail or juvenile detention I lose my control of it and my dad gets full control. Dad’s new wife wants the money. She has already tried to get me locked up. It was so bad that I went to live with my older sister.

She and her boyfriend fight all the time. He also has a habit that she seems not to know about. They make me give them most of my monthly allotment to stay with them, now they want it all and I have to do most of the house work for them. I sleep in until they are gone so I don’t have to deal with them and then I clean the house, do the clothes and dishes. That’s why I was late leaving home this morning. They had a party last night, beer cans and bottles everywhere and trash dumped in the floor. It took me a lot longer to clean it up.

If I get in trouble with the law, well I just can’t that’s all there is to it.” She said.

Snooty said, “We were part of the North side for while. Just a group of girls hanging out together during the summer, we spent time at the pools and playing softball. When school started back up the North girls wanted to get rough. A couple of them had boy friends that were in the real gang Dulusta. Their boy friends tried to get all of us involved in prostitution and drugs. We were looking to have a little fun during the summer not jail time so we split.

The result was them in the north and us in the south. a couple days after the split Dulusta was busted in a shoot out and two of their girls are in jail waiting trial. Karla Johnston, the bitch as she calls herself thinks we had something to do with Dulusta being busted. Now they hassle us every where we go. We find a new place and they show up in a few days and create a scene and we get the don’t come back here anymore lecture.

When we saw that Shelia was going to give boxing lessons here we thought we had a way to get away from them and maybe give us some equalization. But this moves things to a whole new level. I know you don’t want any trouble here. I don’t know what we are going to do now.”

“First thing we are going to do is get Joey fixed up then deal with them.” I said.

Kirstin had been checking Joey out while Snooty and I were talking.
“We have got to get some x-rays of her ribs and they will call the police as soon as they look at her,” Kirstin said.

Jenny looked in deep thought then said, “Let me make a call.” In a few minutes Jenny called me and said, “Get her dressed and meet me out front I’m going to get the car.”
Jenny and Joey were gone about half an hour. When they came back Jenny said, “Two ribs with hairline cracks no exertion and rest for the next week ice for 20 minutes then hot packs for 20 minutes an hour later.”

Joey said, “Look at the pill bottle my name is Joey Coles female Great Dane. She took me to a vet. I got dog pills to take for pain. If it didn’t hurt so much I would be laughing.”

Jenny said with a laugh, “At least he didn’t ask you to bark.”

“I have to go home tonight and be able clean tomorrow morning how am I going to be able to do that?” Joey said.

“You are not going to. If anything happens and you finish breaking those ribs you will be in a mess of trouble. I will call and get you a motel room at the Holiday East Inn down the road. You are about the same size as Ching Lee you can borrow a change of clothes from her and she and Vicky will go stay the night with you incase you need anything,” I said.

Jenny’s Mom had come in to operate the office with all this going on and said, “SHE WILL NOT. Jenny’s old bed is already made just waiting for some one to get under the covers. Joey can stay with me and Jason as long as she needs to. We are not going to argue about it’s settled. It’s been a long time since I tended to a sick little girl. Tomorrow you can go get all her things. Then you can figure out how to deal with the rest of the problem. Get Ching Lee to get her some pjs and a change of clothes for tomorrow and nothing that is tight.”

Jenny looked at Joey and said, “I hope you like home made chicken soup.” Then we all started laughing.

Joey and Mom went over to the house to meet Ching Lee for the change of clothes and then to the Coles residence. Jenny remarked she will get pampered for the next few days.

The rest of the evening was quiet but busy. As the south side girls left I said to them make sure you stay together and take extra care for the next few days.

Snooty said, “We will and we will be back tomorrow to check on Bones and work out some more.
EDIT by Alfmeister

We were up early. Patti was going to make her first solo driving trip to the college this morning. I wanted her to have plenty of time so she would not have to speed. Wendy was going to come in this morning and work until noon and then Kim noon till closing. Jenny and I were going to work from 7 AM until 10 pm. Vicky, Marcy and Ching Lee were going to split the day up between them so we would have an additional person there to help. We planned to do the same thing Saturday and Sunday depending on how busy the place was.

Shelia and her boxer pals were starting their training class at three. We kicked the heat up from its overnight setting of 60 to the daytime setting of 68. We left the tanning booth, waiting room and office warmer over night than the gym. It only took the big heaters a few minutes the thermostats were shutting them down.

Marcy had left us detailed instructions for opening up. The book we had initially started had been updated almost daily. The computers turned on, coffee made and water for hot chocolate. The money went into the cash register from a prepared money bag. The checks were carried to the bank every couple of days. The credit and debit card transactions were processed every night at closing. The cash was being held to pay the part time girls until they went back to college. If things had not slowed down some by then we may have to hire another part time girl.

Wendy had already asked if she could work full time. She was going to wait to start college after her mom and dad received more permanent assignments. Changing schools every year was bad enough. She didn’t want to do college that way. Her part time job at the flower shop had all but dried up. Their kids had come home from college and were making all deliveries during the busiest time of the year. Jenny and I were going to try to talk her into going to KCC next year. She could ride up with Patti or me. Misty would graduate in June and I would be able to use my sponsorship for her now that I knew about it. It would be a good discount to encourage her to go to college.

The tanning was steady and at times a wait. Both Marathoners were in use. Both were scheduled for four hour segments this morning ad again this afternoon.

Mom was going to call for a fruit and juice order to bring before lunch time and bring it when she came. Sysco food systems delivered everything else from bath room tissue to paper towels and cleaning supplies. We were running towels through the washer and drier continuously in the afternoons.

I was manning the office most of the time. The Christmas tanning gift packages were selling like crazy. Buy a10 coupon book for the price 8 tans and they came with a gift envelope. Marcy might need to order more today. The radio adds had started running last night and it showed today in the sale of memberships and the specials. I never thought we would get much business from the western shore but eight out of ten sales were coming from there today.

At 11 I called Mom to come in if she could we were starting to have waiting lines. Mom had barely settled in when two ladies in EMT uniforms came in wanting to speak to the owner or manager. I introduced myself as one of the owners and asked what I could do for them.

“I’m Abby James and this is Kristen Block. We heard that you might be interested in some one that could help you do more advanced physical assessments for your new members.” Abby said.

“Yes we are. We are currently doing a weigh in’s, body fat check’s and body measurement’s. I think we need to be checking blood pressure and listening to heart and lungs and possibly offer free blood sugar test before we design an individual aggressive personal fitness work out program” I said. “We have several tread mills that will give heart rates but it might be beneficial to have more. What did you have in mind?”

“There are three of us Me, Kristin and Carla James who work for the county EMS system. We work all the different shifts and you can tell we spend a lot of time sitting with no exercise. We were wondering if we could do some kind of exchange where we helped with the health assessments for gym and tanning time. We have the BP cuffs, stethoscopes and EKG if it were needed,” Abby said.

“Let me call Marcy who is our treasurer. She controls all the money,” I said.
I made the call. Marcy would be over in 20 minutes. While they waited I gave them a tour of the gym while Mom was working the front office.

Marcy and I met with them in the class room. After everything was explained what we wanted and what they expected we had a good agreement that in the end with no money changing hands. One of them would be working all day Saturday and Sunday and Monday, Wednesday and Friday evenings. We would schedule all assessments during those times. In exchange for that they would get use of the exercise equipment, two tanning sessions a week each but no Marathon or massage unless they paid for it. We would work up an individual exercise program for each of them. Marcy left to go help Mom.

I handed Kirstin the form that we used and told Abby to strip to bra and panties. I helped Abby while she did the weight, height and took the body fat and other measurements that used and explained why. They swapped places and I watched as Abby repeated the checks and measurements on Kirstin. I then asked if the brought workout gear.

“It is in the car,” Abby said. “Go get it and let’s see what you got,” I replied. I spent the next two hours working out a program for them. As an EMT they need to build and maintain upper and lower body strength. The goal for them was to reduce the secretary’s ass they had developed and the abdominal fat and replace it with muscle in the upper body and legs. As odd as it seems fat weighs more by volume than muscle. Adding muscle would improve appearance and reduce weight. The draw back is that starting a weight and exercise program later in life causes the breast fat to shrink and adds a lot sag to the breast where if the program was started in the early teens the breast didn’t develop all the fat and the girl usually just ended up with a smaller cup size with out the sag.

By adding more qualified people to the gym convinced me to call Bob’s contracting once more. We had one space at the end of the class room. a 10 by 16 that we could use a meeting / assessment room. I wanted it prefab and set up after 10pm and quick. Bob would be waiting at nine to get final measurements and to discuss my plans for the room.

At three Mom called me to the front again. This time there was a lady that wanted to see me or Jenny. Jenny at the time was working with several ladies on the tread mills so I made the trip to the front.

Courtney Keats presented me with a letter from the Chief of the Annapolis Police Department in a sealed envelope. Jamie had class in the classroom in half an hour so. She was into the process of setting up for the class. The alternative was to grab a table in front of the refreshment center.

The letter was her introduction to be doing surveillance in our gym on the South Side Girls Gang as a result of the conversation last night. It was a 30 day assignment. While I was reading the letter digesting the information Jenny came over and joined us. I handed her the letter to read. I could tell be the expression on her face she was up set. Apparently she didn’t think they would take her up on her offer.

I made small talk milking as much information from Courtney as I could. I learned that she had just been promoted from meter maid to under cover just for this assignment and hoped that it would help her make the move to field work possibly detective division as trainee. She had graduated the police academy with good grades but had been pushed into a street cop writing parking tickets and collecting the money from the meters. Courtney was at least 35 pounds over weight. Thirty days wasn’t even a good start to get her in shape. It made me wonder about the physical requirements for APD.

“For this to work you are going to have look and workout like a gym member. The condition of the proposal was that there were to be no weapons or electronic surveillance equipment in the gym this is to be strictly visual surveillance. If you need protection for any reason we will handle it.” I said. ´There will be a body and health assessment. We just arranged for professional help with them. If you work out every night here and follow a reasonable diet you will see total body improvement. We expect that to be part of your goal while you are here.” I said.

“Honestly that is part of the reason I requested this assignment when I heard it being discusses. They have a pool on how much I’m going lose. I would call them bastards but there as many women in on it as men. They don’t think I will stick with it and lose any weight,” Courtney said. “I’m only going to e-mail them reports so they don’t see me to know how much I have lost and I intend to lose as much as possible. They are paying me and I will be here from 2 until 10 even if it kills me,” she said. “Do you have a diet guide?”

I looked at Jenny and we both said, “We need an in house nutritionist!” We were both laughing. “We can have Marcy use the members list to ask any are a nutritionist or recommend one.” I said as an after thought.

I took Courtney with a work up sheet to the machines to find out where she was physically. She was in much worse shape than I thought she had no stamina. She was going to be a project case. So much so that I wanted the new EMT connection to do an ekg and blood pressure just to make sure she was healthy enough for what she and I wanted her to do.

Abby was going to work tonight. Courtney would be the first new member to get the works. The storage room had a door that could be closed for privacy to do the weigh in, measurements and the rest. As soon as Amy had her first break I would get the scale and move it over to storage room.

At 4 the South side Girls Gang showed up. Shelia promptly told them to suit up and do the warm up exercises. We had given Courtney light exercises to do until the assessment said we could push her harder. She was watching the South side girls but kept it inconspicuous.

At 6 Jamie’s class took a break long enough for me to get the scale and the body fat calibers. Abby, Courtney and I went into the storage room where we preformed the first complete assessment; Courtney slightly objected to stripping to bra and panties but did it anyhow. I should say, granny bloomers were what she was wearing. She was 5’9 and 185 about 35 pounds over for her bone structure. I had hit the weight right on the money. Her blood pressure was up a tiny bit and Abby asked if she was on any meds. The ekg was normal. I felt much better about her condition. We decided to let her continue for a couple of days with the light load then get aggressive. The sit ups we had put in her workout were going to hurt her.

The TV crew was right on schedule. I cold tell a difference in just the few days they had been working out. One thing I noticed was that when they came into the gym they were now carrying bottled water instead of stead of designer coffee mugs.

The rest of the evening was quiet. The customers kept coming steady. The girls kept popping in and out to see if we needed more help. They had gathered all the Christmas decorations from the attic and were giving the house the holiday look. Tomorrow they were going to decorate the gym.

EDIT by Alfmeister

The rest of the week was more of the same. Patti drove every day as we went back and forth to the college. There were a few problems. With classes over until January and both male and female students there were all kinds of parties going on. The night shift had to put a damper on more than one. Of course there were booze and sex parties. The cameras showed more than one grope session in a stairwell or a hallway. There were several blow jobs caught on cam. I always brought the culprits in to show them the video and suggested that they wait until they were in the privacy of their dorm room. I always deleted the file off the master. There was no need for anyone to know or have the risk of it causing a problem later. The most hilarious one was two guys.

The gym on the other hand went crazy. The TV group was there every night working out which surprised me. I had somehow thought they would only be there a couple of nights and then fade away. One of us was always working with them it seemed either coaching or spotting. The new memberships just kept coming. The package buys and limited packages did as well. Marcy ordered one more of each of the most popular workout machines on Thursday. She also ordered more lockers, this time full length ones for us to keep our personal things in as well as more half sized ones that members used.

We decided to start running some more limited radio and TV adds on the TV station that the TV group was from. The ads were to push Christmas gift tanning and gym packages. That made the lines longer at the window. Having electronic ID cards helped. Those with memberships could simply slide their card and walk in.

The tanning never seemed to slow down; there was always waiting lines. I just assumed it was the winter party season driving it. Marcy changed the hours to 7 AM until 10 PM to try to cut down on the waiting lines. If it didn’t slow down after the first of the year we were going to have to order more tanning equipment to fill the two empty slots in the booth. Wendy was god-send in the tanning room. Being the people person she was she could almost talk them out of their clothes and keep them in stitches at the same time. On top of that she was a walking advertisement for the gym and tanning booth. Perfectly tanned and in perfect shape, when she worked the booth her normal attire was the thong bikini and a barely there top or a cut off tee shirt that had printed on it, “Work it off in the gym.”

On Wednesday Jake sent me a text that the shipment would arrive at the secure shipping area at Summit Aviation on Thursday and that I needed to pick it up by 4 PM. Thursday was quiet so Patti and I left early to pick it up. On the way we stopped and she looked at new Chevy cars at the dealer on 896. She picked up some brochures and wrote down the sticker prices. Once she was sure what she wanted she was going to price shop on the internet.

We parked in front of the secure area and I went inside to sign for the shipment. Three husky men came out with it and loaded it into the suburban for us. There were several boxes and a stainless steel container 30 inches in diameter. It was about 2 feet high and had a thermometer that read -60 and a liquid nitrogen sight glass with a warning label. The top was secured with several locks and had both a US and a Japan customs inspection sticker. We arrived home a half an hour later than normal. I had Patti help me carry the big container and boxes into the walk in closet in Jenny and my bedroom. She inspected the things closely but never asked any questions.

The street gang girls turned out to be another item. The first one was of concern, then there was one of wonderment and a major WTF moment happened Thursday evening. First we found out by surprise that there were two Annapolis street girl gangs made up of about ten girls each. There was a North Side and a South Side and they weren’t too friendly towards each other most of the time. The APD had been called to many confrontations between the two. Although there had been a lot of pushing, shoving and cussing matches no-one had been seriously hurt. There had been enough complaints that the APD put both gangs under some surveillance.

The South Side gang was the one that came to see Shelia and her boxers at the open house on Monday and then they joined the gym on one of the exercise only package specials, plus signed on to take boxing training. To get to the Bay Bridge without an out of the way detour they had to go through the North Side’s area in broad day light. That was viewed as a slap in the face with a wet towel.

South Side met and drove hell bent through the North Side, lost their surveillance detail and were seen by the North Side gang in the process. Needless to say there were two peed off groups and no South Side gang to be found until the next day. They were at the gym by 4 and stayed till closing, even helping clean up after with some encouragement from Shelia and her boxers.

The same thing happened on Tuesday. On Wednesday there was a verbal show down on the corner of Sycamore and Park just as South Side was loading up to go come to the gym. About half way through the shout-down one of the South Side girls yelled “We have to go, we’re going to be late! I don’t mind getting my ass worked over but I don’t want to spend no hour in the dog pound. Let’s go” and they did. The North Side was left standing in the street with a surveillance team on each end of the street.

The dog pound I learned was a disciplinary beat down at the bag. You were forced to punch it until you were totally exhausted or you were used as the bag until you went down. Shelia used it as a fear tactic, one of those shop tales told to beginners. The story was reinforced by wild tales from her helpers of their time spent in the pound. They were good at keeping a poker face.

This time the chopper was dispatched in time to follow them. An hour later 4 APD officers showed up demanding entrance, insisting they had a warrant. Jenny met them in the waiting room that was full of people. Mistake number 1: saying you have a warrant and not being able to producing it. Number 2: implying you don’t need a warrant. Number 3: threatening an officer of the court even if you didn’t know they were officers of the court. Jenny was still in her day clothes, had her 40 cal in a shoulder holster and her ID and badge covered by her jacket. Jenny produced her ID and exposed the 40 cal she was packing in the process.

The appropriate term for such is known in some circles as stepping on your dick. The officer tried tactfully backtracking. That wasn’t going to work. When Jenny asked for the name of his duty officer the gig was up. His cover and all his bluff were gone.

It was then that Marcy called and said, “We need you, hurry it’s an emergency.” I was just getting ready to change from my uniform to sweats to go to the gym. I went in the uniform. Marcy gave me a quick run down. I instructed her to call Jason and see if he could come ASAP. I went in to join Jenny.

The doors to the gym were all opened by either key or ID card. The key was for when there were power outages or a computer failure. The general ID for members only opened the main door to the gym. The entrance door and the doors to the tanning booths, the office or the class room had to be opened by a master ID card that just the employees had or be buzzed in by whoever was working the counter. In order to move the discussion to a quieter place Jenny swiped her card to the class room and guided the group in there.

It was between classes so it was empty. Jamie was holding her handgun training classes in there, one in the morning and one in the afternoon and another at 7:30 PM. Since it was limited access she just left everything there between classes. One of us helped her carry it out after the last one and bring it in for the first class. I had offered to have Shooters Supply bring one of the huge gun safes and put it in the storage room. There was no need, she had several at home. Jamie’s safety part of the class was to show representations of the kinds of guns found on the shore. That was just about everything.

Across the front of the classroom were two of those long plastic tables we had purchased at Sam’s Club. The tables were covered with guns. All them had some kind of lock on them, long shank locks through the cylinders or action or a cable through the receiver and clip access and locked or trigger locks. There was a 45 Colt semi auto, 9 and 10 mm Glocks, several Smith and Weston revolvers, a MP4, an AK47, a Bushmaster, a mil spec M16, an M1 carbine, an M1 Garand, a Springfield bolt action, and several styles of shotguns. Included in those guns were several beauties, a stage coach double barrel with 18 inch barrels and open hammers in mint condition, a Winchester model 94 lever action with gold engraving, a 308 sniper rifle with a great looking scope and a 50 cal sniper rifle.

The walls had breakdowns of a lot of the guns on the table taped to the walls. Safety instructions were every where. Across the front was a banner “It’s not unloaded until you verify that it is unloaded,” in very large print.

With the South Side girls gang on their mind and the table full of guns, they were livid. The door hadn’t closed behind me when I heard Jenny say very loudly, “They do not have access to this room. They are not taking the gun safety course. They are enrolled in the boxing and weight training. Do not touch the weapons on the table! NO! You are not going into the gym.”

I walked to stand beside Jenny as she asked me, “Do you have anything to add?”

“No, I think you stated all that needs to be said. I’m here just to back you up with some muscle.” I said.

The lieutenant in the group said, “I have to call this in. We need to get ATF down here and check out these guns to make sure they are all legal.”

He was trying to save face by attempting to make our life miserable but it wasn’t going to work with Jenny.

“In case you have forgotten already I am an officer of the court and I can assure you that they are legal and the proper paper is on file,” she said. “Are you trying to harass me?”

Jason and his goose hunting buddy State Supreme Court Judge Tony Slaughter had come into the room and were standing behind the APD officers. Tony Slaughter was one of those unique individuals that once you met them you never forget them. He was also a board member with Jamie of the gun club that she was going to take all the students to for actual shooting and the shoot-don’t-shot course.

Judge Slaughter said, “Are you trying to harass her? You might not want to incriminate yourself by answering that question, officer.” The lieutenant immediately recognized the voice by the look on his face.

Jenny explained the complete conversation to her dad and the Judge. At the end of it the Judge asked the lieutenant, “Do you have a warrant?”

The lieutenant replied, “I’ll have to check but I may have misunderstood the radio transmission Your Honor.”

“I would stick to that story if I were you,” the Judge said.

Jenny offered a carrot, “If you want to see what they are doing here we will extend a 30 day trial membership to one of your female officers that has spent too much time in the donut shop. But no cameras, weapons or recording devices are allowed in the gym.”

The judge smiled and said, “Jenny honey, don’t put donuts and officer in the same sentence.”

He called his duty officer with the proposal. He said they would get back to us tomorrow as they left.

The Judge walked to the table looked at the guns and said, “I offered Jamie 10 grand for the coach gun and Winchester. She turned me down cold. But she did say I would get first shot if she ever decided to sell them. They are a thing of real beauty and I hope to get them for my gun case some day.”

“We have to get going, the geese are going to be flying tomorrow, I can just feel it.” Jason said.

Marcy paid all the girls as they left. Marsha and Kim were paid with checks. Marcy had paid them overtime for the Saturday and Sunday part of the hours they had worked and they were happy. Jenny and I both were going to take vacation days tomorrow to work the gym. We were going to let Kim and Marsha have the day off and one of the weekend days. It would also be better if we were there for the next few days in case there were any more problems with APD or the South Side Gang.

Patti was going to drive herself to work in one of the rental cars tomorrow. Patti, Wendy, Misty, Belinda and Sarah were paid in cash and they were all very happy. After we closed the gym for the night we worked out a schedule where they could rotate days off over the next three days as everybody needed a break. The Moms had offered to come and help if we needed them.

Patti had been internet shopping for the SUV she wanted. In the end the dealer where we bought the suburban gave her a best price. GMAC would do the financing and with the down payment had a monthly payment she could easily afford. They were going to have it cleaned and ready for her to pick up Monday.

Misty and Belinda had decided they would finish out college at KCC if the sponsorship was approved. Kate was going to start the process tomorrow for both of them. They were going to go to KCC on Monday with us, fill out all the records request and application, and do an interview with HR and the guidance counselors. If they were accepted we would have to make another trip to Frost Borough to pickup the rest of their belongings before the start of the semester and move them into a dorm room as was required. They were going to wait the outcome of the sponsorship before they addressed the issue with their parents.

When we were finally settled in at home for the evening I asked Jenny to come into the bedroom, that I needed to speak to her privately for a moment. I closed the bedroom door behind us which was something that we rarely did. I had her close her eyes and led Jenny into the closet and stopped her with the container in front of her.

I whispered into her ear, “Our Christmas present is here but we can’t open it until January.” At that she opened her eyes and hugged me tight. We held each other for a long time. Our lips met in passionate kisses. I showed her the things we had to watch for. We had to maintain the nitrogen level to keep the temperature at the proper range and there was a list of places where we could get more nitrogen if we needed it.

Jenny looked at me with those bedroom eyes and said, “Are you sure we have to wait until after Christmas, can’t we do a practice run just for the fun of it?”

“No, the best time was several days ago. Only a few more weeks, then we can try for real, ” I said. We held each other and gentle kissed for a few more minutes. “The others are waiting.” I said. Friday was orgy night this week. It was time to get started.

EDIT by Alfmeister