When I get off from work, I head to the gym. It’s been forever since I’ve gone. Adrienne used to go with me until her pregnancy started wearing her out. She doesn’t have the energy after work anymore. I just hate going by myself. Today, I’m sucking it up, and of course, it’s a packed house.

I walk inside and sign in before heading to one of the stair climbers. The woman on the one beside me smiles and continues with her workout. Slipping in my earbuds, I turn on some Technotronic and move to the beat. The songs make me want to dance, but I’ve always been a little clumsy. Dancing on the stair climber will no doubt end in disaster.

Sweat pours down my back and my legs begin to burn. At least, now, I won’t feel so bad when I eat a bowl of ice cream later. My phone rings and I don’t recognize the number. I’m out of breath, but I pull out my earbuds and answer the phone.

“Hello?”

“Alexandria, this is Jared from Society X. How are you?”

I gasp and look around, hoping like hell the woman beside me couldn’t hear. “Yes, hi. I’m doing good. You?” Grabbing my bottle of water, I hurry off the stair climber to a vacant corner across the room.

“Can’t complain. I’m calling because I have a proposition you might be interested in. You put in your application that you’re open to anything. Is that correct?”

My cheeks burn like fire. “Yeah, I guess so. What exactly is this proposition?”

He clears his throat. “I have a client who has particular tastes, or fetishes if you prefer. His partner can’t make it tonight, and I need to fill that spot.”

Swallowing hard, my heart races. I’m nervous just hearing him talk about it. “What will I have to do?”

“You, absolutely nothing. All you’ll have to do is lie there on your stomach while your partner massages your backside.”

“You mean my back?” I ask.

He clears his throat again. “No, your ass.”

I don’t know what comes over me, but I burst out laughing. “You’re joking, right?”

“No, I’m not.”

I hush up quickly. “I honestly didn’t know that was a thing. It’s an interesting concept.”

“Is it something you’d be interested in? You don’t have to be naked. Your upper body will be covered by a curtain so you can wear a shirt. However, below your waist, you’ll need to wear a thong.”

Keeping a straight face and not laughing is going to be the hardest part of the whole thing. How can someone get off by rubbing someone’s ass? “Sure, put me down. What time do I need to be there?” I say it before even really thinking it through.

“Eight o’clock. I’ll see you then,” Jared says.

“All right.”

We hang up, and I head straight for the gym door. There’s no way I can keep something like that a secret from my friends. Once outside, I call Dani.

“What’s up, girl?”

I rush to my car and hop inside. “You will not believe the phone call I just got.”

“What’s going on?”

I haven’t told her about being a member of Society X yet. “I kind of became a member of Society X.”

“Holy shit,” she squeals. “Seriously? Why didn’t you tell me at work today?”

Sighing, I pull out of the parking lot for home. “Honestly, I didn’t think I’d get a request so fast. My contact called me and said he had a proposition for me. And get this, it’s for the play room. The guy wants to massage my ass.”

Dani’s cackle is so loud I have to hold the phone away from my ear. “That’s priceless. Please tell me you said yes.”

I groan. “Unfortunately. What if I burst out laughing while this dude’s squeezing my butt cheeks?”

Dani’s laughing so hard I’m surprised she can even breathe. “I don’t know what to say. This is too funny. What kind of freak gets off on someone’s ass?”

“Obviously, the man I’m about to give my ass to.” I’m starting to think I made a mistake accepting the proposition. At least, I’ll have a good story to tell later. “Wish me luck.”

“Good luck, chickee. I want all the details.”

On the way home, I glance at myself in the mirror. What the hell am I doing?

* * *

I eat dinner when I get home and change clothes before going to the club, making sure to put on a nice, black thong. When I get to the front, I go through security and Jared is right there, waiting for me, dressed in his perfectly tailored tux.

“Good evening, Alexandria. Thank you for coming on such short notice.” He grins, and a part of me wonders how he can even keep his composure knowing I’m about to get my ass massaged.

“No problem,” I reply, following him to a side door. Everyone else is going through the main entrance which leads to the stripper rooms.

Jared unlocks the door and we walk down the long hallway until we get to the end. He leads me into a small room that’s connected to the play room and opens the door to it. I can see the bed and a curtain covering half of it.

Jared points to the bed. “You’ll lie on there to where your top half will be covered. Your partner will not see you and he won’t talk.”

“How long is this going to last?” I inquire nervously. I don’t want to be in there for hours while a man rubs my butt.

“We allow thirty minutes, but sometimes it’s less. I can assure you it won’t be any longer than thirty.” Silently, I breathe a sigh of relief. I don’t know if I can keep from laughing that long, or being completely creeped out. “When it’s over, your partner will leave first.”

“Got it,” I tell him.

He smiles one more time. “I’ll be in here waiting for you when it’s done.” He shuts the door behind him and I’m left alone in the changing room. After sliding my jeans down, I enter the play room. The bed looks comfortable and when I lie down, the silky sheets are cold against my thighs. The curtain surrounds me and I can’t see anything outside of them. It’s not long before the sound of a door opens and footsteps approach.

I try my best not to clench my butt cheeks, but it’s hard not to. A satisfied moan escapes my partner’s lips. He squeezes my ass and his breath hitches as if it turns him on. I bite my lip to keep from laughing. If I ruin his play time, they might not let me come back.

Another moan and the squeezing becomes faster, more intense. To be honest, it does feel good on my lower back. Maybe it’s not so bad after all. That’s what I tell myself until one of his hands disappears and more groaning ensues, followed by the sound of him jacking off. It’s all so strange and I find it fascinating. How can anyone be turned on by someone’s ass? I hold my breath so I can hear it all. The grunting stops and both hands touch my ass again, but his breaths are guttural and deep, like he’s possessed.

He massages me some more, and then his hand slides off so he can finish masturbating. The sounds grow louder and I’m almost afraid he’s going to tear his dick off. As long as he doesn’t try to stick a finger up my ass, we’re fine. His grunts finally come to an end and his fingers gently slither down my backside. He kisses my ass cheek and smacks it playfully, moaning with delight. Closing my eyes, I wait desperately for the sound of the door to signal his departure. When I hear it click shut, I bury my face in the bed and laugh. I can’t wait to tell Dani and Adrienne. All I know is I’m never agreeing to volunteer for that again.