Ambrosia Women's Health Club

"That's why I'm here."

"Well, then let us begin. Please, follow me."

Debbie followed Ms. Devereaux into another long hallway.

"You see doors lining this hallway on the left and right sides," Ms. Devereaux explained. "Each is a private work out room. There is identical equipment in each, and a light on each door indicating which rooms are occupied.

"The red lights are occupied rooms, and the greens are available, I assume," Debbie guessed.

"Exactly. We find that many women are intimidated by the typical gym experience," Ms. Devereaux continued. "Many women are self-conscious of their appearance, especially when they are still working to sculpt and tone their bodies into the form they desire when they are surrounded by others in perfect shape, so this takes away that pressure."

Debbie nodded her understanding. "I found gyms to be a meat market. As if men were always trying to hit on me or checking me out, while I was just there trying to get in a work out."

"Yes, it's quite a shame and unfortunately a common complaint," Ms. Devereaux confirmed. "Now all of our clients are women, so you won't have to worry about men here. It is your first time, though, and you should know that we have personal trainers available for all of our clients. With that in mind, Carrie is walking our way, and she will walk you through one of our exercise rooms and all that they have to offer."

Debbie looked up and saw a young, bubbly woman approaching.

"Hi, I'm Carrie," she said brightly.

Debbie introduced herself as they shook hands.

"Let's get you started. Let's go in this room," Carrie said as she opened a door and invited Debbie to step inside.

Ms. Devereaux slinked off while Debbie followed Carrie into an open private workout room.

Debbie looked around at the various pieces of equipment and immediately noticed a common denominator between them.

"I see you've noticed our motivator," Carrie remarked.

Debbie's throat went dry, and she was rendered speechless.

"As I'm sure you've seen by now, we're unlike any other health club," Carrie reiterated. "The private room is rather simple, but exercise is really dependent on one's motivation and time they put into it. We have a spinner bicycle, a rowing machine, and a bench for stretching and light weights. Our exercises are mostly cardio based. They are designed for trimming fat and toning bodies.

"What you call a motivator, it's really a - " Debbie's voice faltered, finding herself unable to say the word.

"Yes, our clients, our women, they find it provides a certain amount of encouragement and motivation," Carrie admitted. "We have attached self-pleasure devices to all of our equipment."

"Dildos," Debbie clarified.

"In a word, yes. On the rowing machine, obviously, as you pull the oars back and the seat slides forward, then you will encounter the device. On the other hand, for the spin cycle, the pedal mechanically moves the device up and down, thus providing encouragement and motivation. So, the faster you pedal, the faster it will move. Some of our clients have become quite skilled cyclists and have even taken up long races in the area as a result of the training they perform here."

"I see," Debbie replied with a deep breath. "And what about the bench?"

"That is for doing squats. The bench can be set to different heights depending on how deep of squats you want to do. It can be set anywhere between six inches to two feet off the ground."

"And what is that?" Debbie asked, pointing to something that almost appeared to be a cross between a saddle and a bench."

"It is called a Sybian," Carrie explained. "That is perhaps our most popular item in the room. It is not as physically challenging, per se. You actually just sit on it, but it is designed to stimulate the heart rate and our clients work up quite a sweat on it. The instructions are right on the side to activate the machine if you are curious to try it."

"Oh my. This is all a lot to take in," Debbie said, still shell shocked.

"Now, naturally, you can tell that all of our equipment requires you to be bottomless for maximum benefit," Carrie pointed out.

"Yes, I had noticed," Debbie timidly replied.

"There is a small cubby where you can store your clothing. There is a small private shower there in the back corner, and I should explain that each room is fully sanitized by our cleaning staff after each use because, as they say, cleanliness is next to godliness."

"That is good to know, yes," Debbie acknowledged.

"And now, if you have no other questions, I will leave you for your private work out, but if you ever need any assistance, just press the green call button, and myself or one of the other trainers will be here in less than a minute," Carrie reassured her.

"Thank you, I guess," Debbie muttered, still processing the scene.

"It is our pleasure, and welcome to Ambrosia. I hope you find our approach both physically challenging and pleasurable," Carrie smiled as she departed.

Debbie turned the switch to indicate the room was occupied after Carrie left. Then she took a deep breath and looked around, still unsure if she could go through with any of the designed exercises.

She was alone in the room, left to her own thoughts as she studied the equipment. She wasn't a prude, but this was all still a bit much for her to process. She appreciated the fact it was a private room. No one had to know. It seemed so dirty and perverted, but she saw the potential health benefits in all the described exercises.

She laughed to think she was actually considering trying some of the exercises, although she had no idea where to even start. Her heart was already racing, and she was breathing deep, slow breaths.

She had dressed in work out attire, wearing bicycle shorts and a tank top with a sports bra underneath. She looked at the spin cycle, thinking back to when she took spin classes a few years back. She stared at the dildo poking out from under the seat, and her pussy moistened.

"I guess it's as good a place as any to start," she muttered to herself.

A minute later, she was putting her running shoes back on after placing her bicycle shorts and panties in the cubby. She felt silly standing in her socks and shoes and top while bottomless, but her chest heaved in excitement.

She climbed onto the bike. On a side table, she saw a bottle of lube, although her wetness was starting to run down her legs, so she decided she didn't need it. She stepped over the seat and stood on the bike with one foot on each pedal.

Debbie looked down as she slowly lowered herself down on the seat. She shuddered as the tip of the dildo touched against her wet slit. She pushed the pedals forward a half rotation and the dildo pushed up farther into her. She pushed her feet another half rotation and it penetrated even deeper, feeling as if it reached up into her cervis, and she couldn't help but softly moan in response.

The soft padded synthetic leather of the bicycle seat felt cold against her bare ass as she finally lowered herself all the way down. She waited a second and then began slowly pedaling.

"Ooh," she sighed aloud as the dildo slowly retracted until only the very tip still penetrated her pussy.

"God help me," she prayed as she began pedaling with more earnest. The dildo began moving up and down, in and out of her. Debbie's pussy tingled with excitement every time the dildo plunged back deep inside her.

She stopped pedaling, her body shaking in excitement as she considered if she should really press forward. She was quickly becoming horny, and even though her mind screamed how ridiculous her entire situation was, her libido drowned out her common sense, and her feet pressed forward again, this time moving faster and faster.

The dildo easily slid past her labia and penetrated the depths of her pussy. Her juices flowed freely and spread across the seat, rubbing off onto the back of her thighs and her ass cheeks as she began furiously pedaling away.

The dildo sawed into her, moving at a fast pace, pumping in and out as her feet pedaled faster and faster. Debbie understood why it was called the motivator now. She didn't think she'd ever pedaled on a bike so hard in her life.

Her arousal was quickly climbing. Her orgasm was close. Her hands released off the handlebars to practically rip the tank top off her body and toss it to the floor, leaving her dressed in only a sports bra and her socks and shoes.

"Ooh," she cried out, unable to contain herself. She pedaled harder, her pussy so wet, the dildo's path practically unimpeded as it plunged in and out of her pussy with no resistance whatsoever. The sweat beaded up on her forehead, and even her sports bra was becoming damp, soaking in her perspiration as she worked off the calories.

She wanted to scream but she held back out of fear of others hearing her in the throes of passion. She gamely pressed forward regardless, her feet pedaling, determined and on a mission. She had a clear destination in mind, and she reached that destination with only a few more pedal revolutions, but her feet relentlessly pressed forward, powering through her orgasm.

She moaned out uncontrollably, louder than she wanted, as her body fell forward, her weight pressing down on the handlebars as the dildo kept hammering into her, leaving her shaking as the orgasm exploded, reaching through every nerve in her body.

She pushed the wet hair out of her face as she lifted her gaze and looked around the room to confirm she was still alone. She finally allowed her feet to start slowing down, and the dildo finally moved slower and slower until she finally came to a stop, her body spent to the point, she felt as if she might fall off the spinner.

She gingerly stepped off the bicycle, but her legs were rubbery, and she gripped the handlebar for support.

"What the hell did I just experience", she wondered aloud.

Her eyes searched for a seat so she could catch her breath. She saw the bench with the dildo installed on it for squats and decided that it was more than she could take at the moment. Then she saw the Sybian and figured it was her best option.

She straddled the Sybian as she sat down to recover from her orgasm. After she finally caught her breath again, and the sweat started drying up, she picked up the user instructions to the side of the machine. Her eyes bulged as she read over the directions. The instructions referenced an assortment of attachments that could be installed on the machine, and then Debbie noticed the plastic container nearby on the floor. She opened the lid, and her eyes grew wide again as she caught sight of the variety of dildos that could be attached.

Now filled with curiosity, she pulled out what the instructions called a flat top, figuring the dildos would be too much after the experience she just had on the spinner bike. She moved off the device and installed the attachment. Then she picked up the controller as she sat back on the device, and her pussy pressed against the flat top attachment.

Debbie pressed a button, and the Sybian roared to life. She was surprised how loud it was, although she had already screamed out loud enough a few minutes ago that a little extra noise no longer concerned her.

She started off with a low intensity, and she smiled as the machine delivered stimulation directly to her pussy. Even though she just had an orgasm, she felt herself instantly becoming wet all over again. It was like a dulled sensation bringing pleasure to her senses, and she leaned forward and just enjoyed the vibrations bringing her back to life. Suddenly, all the exhaustion she felt just a few short moments ago was a thing of the past.

Debbie felt reinvigorated, and she decided to increase the setting from 20% to 50%. The difference was immediately apparent, and she doubled over as her arousal almost overwhelmed her.

"Oh God," she cried out. "What the hell is this thing?"

She spread her legs wider and pressed herself down harder against the flat top, letting the sensations take an even harder effect on her sex.

She exhaled a long deep breath as the vibrations applied to her pussy quickly overloaded her senses. She bit down on her hand to keep from screaming. Her body was starting to shake uncontrollably, and her legs stretched straight out as she pressed herself down even harder against the pleasure machine.

She was breathing heavily. Her heart was racing. Sweat formed all over her body. Her chest glistened. In a spontaneous fit, she ripped off her sports bra, freeing her breasts. She leaned back and shook her titties in the air as the Sybian brought her ever closer to an orgasm.

With a shaking hand, she reached for the controller and upped the setting again, this time to 80%.

As the motor whirred that much more loudly, the climax hit her body like a tidal wave, bowling her over as she squeezed her legs together to keep from toppling off the machine.

By now, her body was on edge, her mind focused on only one goal. Sexual nirvana. It was becoming like a challenge. She wondered how long she could last on the Sybian. The vibrations quickly had her back on the doorstep to an orgasm. The blood rushed to her pussy, and it felt engorged, alive with pleasure, every vibration of the Sybian pushing her closer to another orgasm.

Debbie pinched her nipples, and she bit her lip as another orgasm overtook her body. As the orgasm slowly receded, the machine plowed ahead. She looked at the controller, and curiosity took hold again.

As she pushed the intensity up to 100%, she wondered if it'd be more than she could handle. After all, the Sybian had already driven her to multiple orgasms at lower settings, but she figured she had already taken it this far, so she might as well see what the max setting could do.

As it ramped up to full intensity, her eyes went wide with shock.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god," she cried out in pleasure.

The vibrations relentlessly worked her pussy over, quickly pushing her back to the brink of another orgasm.

She screamed this time, no longer able to contain herself. Debbie pulled her legs in, wrapping them tightly around the machine as she leaned forward to brace herself for the inevitable onslaught.

She closed her eyes, and her toes curled as the most intense orgasm she'd ever experienced exploded. She gripped a table in front of her for support as she openly wailed in pleasure, no longer caring if anyone outside might hear. Waves pulsed through her body, leaving her arms and legs shaking. Her hair had come undone and was a scattered mess as she panted heavily, just trying to control her breath and keep from hyperventilating.

"Oh god, it's too much. I give up. I can't take any more," Debbie cried as she reached for the controller and finally shut off the Sybian.

The machine quickly shut down, but Debbie was left shaking, her body still reverberating from the vibrations and the rapid succession of soul stirring orgasms she experienced. After a few minutes, she tried to stand up, but her legs were jelly, and she collapsed to the ground.

"What the hell is that thing," she wondered aloud as she looked at the Sybian sitting a few feet away, it's mount coated and shining in her juices.

Debbie couldn't help but wonder what the cleaning crew would make of the mess she was leaving behind. The whole room reeked of sex. She pulled herself together, kicked off her shoes and socks, and then stumbled into the shower to clean herself off.

*****

"Welcome back. You were in there for over an hour. I trust your workout experience was a pleasurable one," Ms. Devereaux insisted.

"I - yes, you can say that," Debbie giggled nervously.

"Then we can expect you will return," Ms. Devereaux point out.

"I think it's safe to say I will become a regular visitor to Ambrosia."

"We are happy to help you on your journey to a happier and healthier you," Ms. Devereaux beamed.

*****

The end.