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The Neon Dragon afforded many of the same amenities as any nice hotel, although they were usually more for the residents and employees than any 'guests'. They had a laundry room, a fully functional kitchen and dining room, and a bar. And Val had been toying with the idea of adding a pool on the roof, although Nancy was quick to point out just how expensive that would be.

They also had a gym.

Well, technically speaking, they had three gyms, but two of those were less actual gyms and more 'sets'. The proper gym was fully furnished with all the machines and equipment one would want, with a large shower and locker room directly attached so people could go between the two without going through a hallway. The gym was situated on the thirty-sixth floor and took up a good section of it. The back wall had the usual mirrors and the far one was all floor to ceiling windows, offering a rather nice view of the city below.

And, apparently, at certain times of year and certain times of day, the sun hit it just right and turned the whole room into, quote, 'A giant blinding fucking oven.' So Val had some pulldown shades put on the windows.

Val never really used the gym herself. But the people who lived at the Dragon seemed quite happy to have it, if only because it saved them from having to buy a membership elsewhere. Val was currently there, alone, by her own design. Her intentions had little to do with the equipment, though she fully expected to end up sweaty and exhausted.

An employee of hers had caught her eye recently, not an uncommon occurrence. This one wasn't directly involved in any of her more vice-heavy affairs. He worked as a bouncer for the dance club at ground level and by all accounts he was good at his job. Val was more interested in his body, though.

She had seen him on the security cameras, standing next to the club's entrance as one would expect him to. He was a reptile, most likely a snake based on the shape of his head. He was a sandy brown, with big dark splotches here and there. He was big, over six feet tall, maybe even six and a half, and powerfully built. He tended to wear a black shirt so tight it was practically a second skin, letting anyone who looked at him see his pectorals, along with his six-pack abs. And the little gap between the edge of the shirt and the waistband of his pants, perhaps intentionally, showed off those beautiful little lines that pointed right towards his groin.

His name was Guy Freebush, which was a heck of a name.

Val wanted him, like a thirsty woman wanted a tall glass of water. But she didn't want to just call him up to her office or bedroom. He might get the wrong idea of how things worked around here. So she cooked up a little scheme. She sent a memo out to everyone who regularly used the gym that the place was going to be closed for renovations today. And then she sent a separate one to Guy telling him all about how good the gym at the Dragon was and hey it was free and there were bagels or something. Well, she had Nancy actually do those two things, but Val told her to do it.

It wasn't exactly a guaranteed success. But, Val was hopeful. And if it didn't work she could always walk up to him and explain that his job in no way depended on him fucking her, but if he wanted to, then that would be great.

Honestly, after having gotten to the gym at eight in the morning and still being there alone at nine thirty, Val was starting to think she should have just done that. She was actually exercising, a little, but after an hour or so of idly stretching her long body and lifting small weights, she was getting more than a little bored.

She took a break from the lightests of workouts to examine herself in the mirrors. She thought she struck an impressive and alluring figure. She was a bit broad shouldered, her figure overall thick, though she had a not inconsiderable amount of muscle under her softer exterior. She had wide hips and an impressive set of tits, both currently wrapped in snugly fitting gym clothes. Her scales were the same shade as forest leaves, becoming a paler shade of green towards her front. In place of legs she had a tail, thick and long enough to occasionally be an issue in smaller rooms. The gym was large enough for that to not be an issue, at least in its current, empty state.

She tugged at the gym clothes, turning to see how they looked on her from behind. Pretty damn good, in her opinion. She should see about doing some sort of photo set of her in the outfit, maybe a solo video. She didn't even necessarily have to do any nudity.

Val's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening. She turned her head to see exactly who she had been waiting for. Guy was just as impressive as ever, maybe even more so in a black tanktop and sweatpants that seemed to hang just a little loose on his hips.

"Oh, hey there," he said, giving a little wave.

"H-hey there," Val replied, stumbling over her words. She could feel her cheeks flush, suddenly feeling warmer even though the air in the room hadn't changed a bit. She composed herself and approached him, sticking out a hand. "I don't think we've met before. I'm Val."

"Guy," he said, accepting the hand and shaking it. "And no, we haven't met. I would remember."

She smiled and hummed at that. "Same here."

Guy smiled politely and nodded, moving away from her and over to a rowing machine. "Guess we both came here on a slow day, huh," he said, gesturing at the otherwise empty gym.

"Guess so," Val replied, returning to the dumbbells to at least pretend she was here to work out. For a bit, anyway. "You come here often?"

He chuckled as he went through some pre-workout stretches. "Not here, specifically. I only heard about this place yesterday. Normally I go to Sunny's over near East Beach, but since this place is apparently free for employees, I thought I'd check it out." He finished his stretches and sat down at the machine. "Not to pry or anything, but I was wondering: what do you do here? Your job, I mean. I'm one of the guys at the club door."

Val, idly playing with a kettlebell, chewed her bottom lip, trying to think of what to say.

"You don't have to answer if you don't want to," Guy said as he started working the rower.

"No, it's fine. I, uh... I guess you could say I manage the club. Sort of."

Guy smiled a little. "You sort of manage the club?"

Val blushed. "I do a bit of everything. Mostly auditions and hiring, but if something else needs to be handled, I'm happy to lend a hand."

"Huh. Well, the club's pretty popular, so I'd say you're doing a good job."

She shot him a smile, eyes wandering his body as he stretched and flexed with the machine. "Thanks. I do my best."

They fell silent for a time after that, the only sounds being the whirl of the rowing machine as Guy worked it, along with the occasional grunt from him or Val. The lamia herself kept looking from the kettlebell she was using to Guy, although he seemed to be staring ahead as he worked. She realized she hadn't had much of a plan for seducing him beyond being hot, since that usually worked out for her.

Wait, she caught it, just barely. He glanced over at her as she bent forward, arms squishing her tits as she held the kettlebell. He wasn't completely focused on his workout. She suppressed the urge to grin, continuing to lift the kettlebell as if she hadn't noticed a thing. She made sure to linger when she bent forward, slowly turning herself so she was more pointed towards him. She was starting to sweat a little now, partly from the workout, partly from the sun, mostly from Guy.

He was working up a sweat himself, his tank top growing damp as he worked the rowing machine, the exposed parts of his scaly skin glistening. Val's eyes lingered longer and longer every time she looked over. She breathed a little harder as she felt a different kind of moistness gathering under the snuggly fitting shorts she had wrapped around her hips.

She licked her lips, her mouth a little dry now. She put the kettlebell on the floor and grabbed her water bottle, sucking the thing dry in a second. It helped, a little. She took the bottle with her as she slithered over to the fountain near the showers. The water from it was cool, almost cold, and its coolness seemed to spread through her body as she gulped it down. She heard the rowing machine slow down and go quiet as Guy apparently finished up his set. She wanted to turn and look, but she thought that would be far too obvious. She was trying to seduce him, not intimidate him into fucking her.

Then she heard him come up behind her and she froze, fountain still streaming water into her mouth.

"You're really thirsty, huh?" Guy said, his tone light and teasing.

Val felt her face flush and she straightened up. She cleared her throat and turned to face him.

"I, well, it's a bit warm in here, isn't it?" she said, stumbling over her words a little. She wasn't used to being off guard like this.

Guy just smiled, big and warm, like a friendly bear. "Yeah, a bit."

There was a noticeable length of silence between them after that. It took Val that long to realize she was blocking the fountain.

"Oh! Sorry..." she said, sheepishly, moving out of his way.

"It's alright," he said, going up to the fountain and bending down to drink.

She lingered, staring at the shape of his ass in the sweatpants. She was still staring when he finished drinking and turned to face her again.

"So," he said, wiping the water from his mouth. "Not to be too forward, but I'm getting the impression you're interested in me."

Val tried to look innocent. Tried.

"Interested in you?"

"Physically, I mean. Unless you've been eyefucking me because you're really interested in hearing my thoughts on if the Riemann Hypothesis would hold," he said with a little smirk. "Which it would, of course."

Val's cheeks flushed again. So much for subtle seduction.

"You got me," she admitted, trying a small smile. "But, let's not pretend you weren't looking at me too."

He chuckled. "Never said I wasn't."

His eyes roamed down her body openly now, lingering on her chest, and then lower on her hips.

"So, you seem more familiar with this place than me, how bad would it be if we got caught doing anything in here?"

Val couldn't hide her wide grin. "We won't get caught. And, even if we did, I've got quite the in with the owner."

"Sounds like I made a good choice to come here today, then," Guy said, flashing another smile as he walked past her, making his way towards the machines again.

Val watched him go, a bit surprised he hadn't kissed her or started groping her or had simply dropped his pants right then and there. Still, she had the feeling he had something in mind, so she let him play it out. He got over to the butterfly press and fiddled with the settings for a second before sitting down and getting his arms into the equipment. He looked over at her and jerked his head back, beckoning her over.

"I don't want to miss any of my reps, Val, I hope you don't mind," he said as she slithered over. "But, I don't see why we can't get started while I work."

She smirked at him, his cool, cocky attitude amusing her. Maybe making her feel a little warmer too. Most of her partners were demure, even when she was the one servicing them. Guy's confidence and assertiveness were an interesting change of pace for her.

"As long as you don't get winded too quickly," she said, lowering herself down so that she was level with the bench and, coincidentally, his groin.

He raised an eye ridge at her. "Get winded too quickly? You think I'm gonna bust inside of thirty seconds?"

"It happens," she said, grabbing his thighs and squeezing gently. She could feel the corded muscles under the sweatpants, thick and strong like oak trunks. "No shame in it."

"Maybe," he said, easing himself into his workout routine. "But, I think you'll find I don't lack for endurance."

He started into his reps, grunting rhythmically as he worked the machine. Val found herself staring again, rather engrossed in watching his workout this close. She felt something stir under her hands, reminding her of what she was supposed to be doing.

She tore her eyes away from Guy's arms and chest and looked down at his sweatpants, zeroing in on the very noticeable and rather large bulge going down one leg. She hummed, lightly dragging her fingers along the length of the bulge, gripping it through the cloth, getting a feel for its thickness. She heard Guy's breathing hitch just a little, making her giggle smugly.

She brought her fingers up to the waistband of the sweatpants and slowly began dragging them down, carefully inching the clothing down rather than trying to rip it off in one go. It took some doing, but she was able to get it out from under his ass and then down around his ankles. She noted, with some amusement, that he wasn't wearing any underwear. His cock, no longer confined by the sweatpants, jumped up to greet her. It was a rather fat fellow, long and thick enough to worry a horse and the same lighter brown as his scales. Below it sat a fat pair of balls, looking full and ready to pump out a good few loads.

While the cock itself didn't manage to hit her, the smell of it did. The salty, musky, undeniably masculine scent wafting off Guy's dick hit Val almost like a solid blow. She moved without conscious thought, darting her head forward and stuffing her snout right up against the base of the shaft, almost nuzzling his balls. She huffed his scent, rubbing her lips on his cock, tongue darting out to steal a taste of him.

That got a more noticeable reaction from him. Val heard him inhale sharply, heard the plates clack as he hit the machine a little harder than he intended. Though she was still a bit drunk on his scent, she grinned. She hadn't even started yet.

She grabbed the head of his cock and got her fingers working, rubbing and stroking it. She opened her mouth wider and licked all over her shaft and balls, slathering them in her spit, drinking in his flavor at the same time. She kept a hand on his thigh for balance while she worked his cock with her mouth and fingers, getting little spurts of precum for her efforts.

While she worked him up, she snuck her tail over to her pack, grabbing it and pulling it over to herself. She fished around in it while she moved her lips up his shaft, curling her tongue around his cock and stroking it while she went. She found what she was looking for by the time she reached the tip. She latched her lips around the head and sucked, making him spurt some sweet tasting precum onto her tongue. She smiled as she pulled back and swallowed, leaving his cock in the cold for a moment.

"Anyone tell you to stop?" Guy said, his voice hard, but the soft smirk he gave her let her know he was just being playful.

"Just gotta prep myself a little," Val said teasingly. "Trust me, you're gonna love this."

She popped the cap on the bottle she retrieved from her bag and squirted it right into her tits. She shivered from the sensation of the cool liquid hitting her heated skin, groaning softly at it. She put the bottle away and grabbed her tits through her top, squishing and rubbing them together. It was mostly so the lube got properly spread around, but it was also to give Guy a bit of a show.

Sufficiently lubed, Val scooted herself closer to the bench and Guy's cock. She grabbed her top-trapped tits and lifted them up over his cock. She moved down with practiced grace, his dick sliding between her tits with ease. Val was pretty well gifted in the tit department, and she was used to her cleavage pretty much swallowing cocks whole. But Guy was more than a match for her, the head of his dick poking up out between her tits and leaking precum.

Val looked Guy right in the eye as she started working her chest up and down, fucking her tits on his cock as he kept up his workout. She was impressed with his resolve, but also a little annoyed. Sure, she wanted him. Sure, he seemed all too happy to fuck her right there in the gym. But he was getting a tit job from her sexy, scaly ass and he didn't even seem to be sweating any harder than before.

Val upped the pace of her tits, bouncing them hard up and down Guy's shaft. His face remained stoic still, but she could feel his cock throbbing in the valley of her cleavage, spurting more hot pre from its tip. She allowed herself a small smile, knowing she was getting to him, at least a little. She maintained eye contact as she dipped her head low, pursing her lips so his tip would thrust into her mouth on the down stroke. She lingered each time for just a moment, sucking on him and licking his tip. She could see his jaw clench, see the rhythm of his reps go off and deteriorate. She grinned.

Suddenly, Guy stopped working the machine entirely. He let the weights down with slightly more force than he seemed to intend and slip his arms away from the pads. He grabbed her head instead, just as she was on the upstroke, the head of his cock still between her lips. He forced her down, squishing her tits against his thighs and ramming his cock into her throat. He came a moment later, shooting thick ropes of hot cum right into her gullet. Val swallowed on reflex, sucking down his load with practiced ease. She moaned around his cock, letting him know she was enjoying it just as much as he was.

His load was impressively large, enough that a smaller woman might have had trouble getting it down without choking. But Val was Val, and she was hardly a virgin giving her first blowjob. She could have drunk the loads of a dozen Guys with ease. After a bit, his orgasm tapered off and he let her up. She sucked on the length of his dick as she rose back up, pulling him free of her lips with a wet pop and satisfied 'ahh'.

"Enjoy yourself?" she asked, not even trying to hide her smugness.

Guy smirked and nodded. "Yes, I did. But we're not done yet."

Val couldn't help but snort softly and give him a raised eyeridge. Lots of people were cocky like that, thinking they could go straight into the next round without taking the time to recover. Guy, however, seemed entirely serious about it. He grabbed her tits and pulled his cock free of them before he stood up. He kicked his shorts aside and pulled his tanktop off and tossed it in the other direction. Val stayed where she was, watching Guy closely, anticipating the moment when he faltered.

He didn't. Hell, his dick was still hard. It lightly slapped her cheek and slid across her face as he shuffled around her, moving to an open space. She followed after him, still at 'kneeling' height, eyes locked on his face while she followed his dick by the smell.

Once he seemed happy with the room he had, he bent down and grabbed her by her sides, just under her tits. She let out a surprised yelp as he suddenly pulled her up and up, raising her torso over his head. She grabbed onto his shoulders and head for support, tits now resting on the back of his head. He held her up with one arm while his other hand went for her shorts. He found the zipper in no time, opening up the shorts and peeling them off her hips. He snickered below her.

"Do you always go commando, or is today special?" he asked teasingly as he threw the shorts aside.

"I-I could ask you the same thing," Val replied with a nervous giggle. She was all too aware her wet pussy was exposed to the air and, more importantly, Guy.

Guy just chuckled and didn't answer. Instead, he brought her hips forward and stuck his snout right in her snatch. She inhaled sharply and moaned as he lewdly kissed her cunt. He wasn't gentle, giving her a taste of his own tongue right away. It was wide and thick and long, not to the same degree as his cock by any measure, but it certainly had flexibility.

Suddenly, Val felt utterly powerless. Guy was holding her up with one arm while he ate her out like she was going to squirt diamonds all over his face. He was ferocious, hardly giving her a chance to breathe as he twisted his tongue inside her, nibbling on her folds with his teeth, teasing her clit, driving her mad. She realized she was helpless before him. That sent an excited shiver down her ridiculously long spine.

And, just as suddenly as he had started, he stopped. He pulled his face and delightful tongue away from her, making her pussy ache at their absence. She frowned and squirmed in his grip, too upset at the gall he had to not eat her cunt to orgasm that she couldn't form words. She got her long body working, getting a coil around him, pushing herself over his head, working her way down his body and then around to his front.

She had some notion in her head to get his dick back in her mouth, which she thought would be enough reason for him to put his tongue back into her. She got the big slab of meat in front of her, but he was grabbing her again. He pushed her down, until her head was nearly touching the floor. She felt his cock against her body, sliding over her tits, along her belly, before grinding its thickness against her cunt.

Val's lips barely had the time to form an 'O' of understanding before Guy shoved his cock into her. Again, he was far from gentle. And again, she didn't care. Her tongue lolled from her mouth as he thrust into her, spreading her cunt wide. Her body shook from the forceful impact of his hips against hers. She squirmed and shuddered in his grip, but he was strong and focused, treating her like an unwieldy sex toy. He started licking her again, now focusing his mouth on the sensitive flesh on the underside of her tail. Every point of contact from his body to hers sent hot sparks through her nerves.

She came. She gave a strangled cry and came on his cock, squirting all over his muscular thighs, adding her juices to his sweat. He didn't stop, didn't even slow down. If anything, he just fucked her harder.

Suddenly, he paused. He shifted his grip on her and pushed her chest against the ground, shoving her tits up into her face. He moved her hips over her head, her exceptionally flexible spine making such a maneuver possible. He used the new position to jackhammer into her. Her tits muffled her moans, another orgasm ripping through her as he fucked her into the floor.

She was drooling all over herself. And the floor. This felt good. It felt great. She was dimly aware that she could have tried to push back against him. Or wrapped him up in her tail. Or even knock him over and be the one on top. He was strong, but so was she, when she wanted to be. But she didn't do any of that. She wanted him to be on top, be in charge, push her face into the floor while he fucked her into mess of quivering flesh.

She wasn't sure how long it went on. With the stamina and raw strength she'd already seen from him, he easily could have fucked her for hours. Regardless of how long it actually took, he reached his climax. He grunted a bit louder than normal and slammed his hips into hers with enough force that, had she not been made of such strong stuff, might have broken something. He flooded her with his cum, just as much as the first time. Filling her womb with it, enough to bloat it. And still he had more. It came splashing back up her pussy, splattering his thighs and her body. Mostly her body. It was almost a flood, painting her green body white and forming a puddle under her face and breasts.

He pulled out of her with what sounded like a satisfied sigh and released his grip, letting her unceremoniously flop down in a puddle of cum, sweat, and pussy juice. She didn't mind. She couldn't really form a thought. All she could do was lay there, basking in the afterglow.

"Whew, good workout," Guy said.

Val mustered enough energy to roll onto her side and open one eye so she could see him. He gathered up his clothes and wiped some sweat from his forehead. He stood over her, looking down with a faint smile on his lips.

"I'm gonna go shower off. Want me to drag you in there with me or are you good there?"

Val marshaled her strength and raised a shaky arm, fingers closed in a fist. With some effort, she stuck her thumb up.

"Thought so. I'll check on you once I'm out," Guy said, turning and heading towards the showers. He called over his shoulder. "Don't go anywhere."

She had a feeling he meant it as a joke, but Val didn't plan on moving an inch. She was taking a breather, resting up before the next set. Guy had given it to her good, her completely wrecked form a clear testament to that. But she wanted more. She wanted to see just how much he could give, how much she could take. She wanted to see which one of them broke first.

And she wanted to make sure she got his number in her phone.