My husband had zero sex drive. Married five years, and I could count the times we'd done it on two hands. Maybe. Then my best friend hooked me up with a personal trainer. Clutching the "performance enhancers" I'd bought for my husband, I walked into the VIP locker room. Just as I was regretting this whole messed-up situation... The trainer's smooth voice purred in my ear: "Don't worry, everything here is strictly confidential." 01. So, picture this: I was out shopping with my best friend, Sarah, and we walked past this sketchy-looking health supplement store. The ad on the glass door was blunt. You knew exactly what they were selling – stuff for guys who can't get it up. While Sarah was trying on clothes in the boutique next door, I made a mad dash into the supplement shop. "That ad on the door, the stuff it mentions – give me two boxes!" I mumbled it, staring at my shoes, totally embarrassed, afraid to see the knowing look in the clerk's eyes. As soon as I got the boxes, I practically sprinted back to the boutique. Sarah saw me clutching my chest, gasping for air. She put down the dress she was holding and came over. "Where'd you go? You look like you just ran a marathon." I waved her off, lying through my teeth, "Just hit the restroom. Didn't want you to worry if you couldn't find me, so I kinda jogged back." Sarah bought it. She stepped back, showing off the dress. "What do you think?" "Gorgeous. Total knockout," I nodded, trying to sound convincing. "Good. I'm wearing this tonight to seduce my husband. Get ready for round three!" Sarah hugged herself, beaming. God, I was so jealous. Forget round three; I'd settle for once a month with my husband, Mark. I'd met Sarah's husband before. Kinda plain-looking, but seemed like a decent, solid guy. Sarah mentioned he was a personal trainer. No wonder he was built like that – pecs, abs, the whole package. Imagine being pinned down by a guy like that... Nope, nope, nope. I shook my head hard, trying to squash that thought. After saying goodbye to Sarah, I felt the two boxes in my purse and practically flew home. Before Mark got back, I read the instructions inside and out, like three times, making sure there were no crazy side effects. He already had low libido; the last thing I needed was to make things worse. That would totally backfire. I dug out a sheer babydoll nightie I hadn't worn in ages from the back of the closet. The hem barely covered my butt. Then I found a pair of black stockings, still in the package. Finally, I grabbed an unopened box from the nightstand drawer – probably bought it during some Black Friday sale last year. Everything was ready. All I needed was him. I glanced at the clock on the wall. Why wasn't he home yet? "Hey, Mark, where are you? You're late," I called him. "Hey honey, got tied up with work stuff tonight. Go ahead and sleep, don't wait up for me!" Are you kidding me... I hung up and threw my phone onto the bed in frustration. What a waste. All that effort for nothing. I looked at the pills on the nightstand. Didn't want anyone finding them, so I emptied them into an old Tylenol bottle. Just then, Sarah called. She wanted me to come hang out at her husband's gym. "Plus, tons of hotties," she added. "Six-packs, built like refrigerators, you name it." Okay... who could resist that? "Wait for me, I'm on my way." 2: Two I changed quickly, put on some light makeup – enough to look presentable but still classy. As I was leaving, I grabbed the pill bottle. Not because I planned on using them, but I was worried Mark might find it and move it, and then I'd never find it again. I took a cab to the gym. It was brightly lit, buzzing with young professionals starting their evening routines. Definitely not my scene. I'm more of a 'kick back and do nothing' kind of person. If it weren't for Sarah, I wouldn't be caught dead here. But she was right. Wall-to-wall beefcakes. Everywhere I looked: bulging muscles, broad shoulders, thick arms. Oh my god. I was seriously losing it. The testosterone levels in here were off the charts. All I could think about was... well, never mind. Right then, my only thought was: "Okay, I might be getting older, but I'm still curious. Doesn't mean I'm actually gonna do anything stupid!" Sarah introduced me to a personal trainer named Leo. Then she totally put me on the spot, telling him, "My friend here is loaded. If she doesn't sign up for a membership today, don't let her leave." Whatever anyone else thought, I kinda liked hearing that. I was basically that rich housewife with nothing better to spend money on. Or, more accurately, my husband was loaded. He couldn't satisfy me in the bedroom, but hey, at least he provided a very comfortable lifestyle. "Honey, I've got plenty of money, just spend whatever you want!" That's what Mark always said. So, to prove his point, I slapped down my card and bought a $10,000 membership on the spot. The second the transaction went through, my phone rang. It was Mark. "Honey, what did you just buy? That's a lot of money." He sounded a little drunk. I pouted, annoyed. "What's the big deal? You never asked when I spent ten times this much before. Now you're worried about a measly ten grand?" Mark was quiet for a second. "Honey, it's not about the money. I just mean, even if we have it, we shouldn't waste it. Gotta spend wisely, you know?" Leo was standing right there, flexing, clearly getting impatient with Mark's call. "Yeah, yeah, I got it. The day you go broke, I'll learn how to spend wisely. Anything else? 'Cause I gotta go." Before he could say anything else, I hung up, ready to turn my attention back to Leo. 3: Three After a bunch of "hands-on" training demonstrations, I shook out my sore arms, feeling kind of... bored. It was a shame, all those muscles, and just getting little accidental touches through clothes. It was just enough to be a major tease. Leo must have read my mind. He gave me a knowing smile and nodded towards the locker room behind him. The VIP locker room. Separate access, only for members who spent $5,000 or more. Hey, that was me! The $10,000 sucker! I followed Leo into the VIP room. The first thing I saw was a display of all sorts of... toys. Whoa! Things could get really interesting in here! Suddenly, I remembered the way Sarah hesitated when she left, that little smirk she had. It clicked. This gym offered... other services. It was practically tailor-made for someone like me, wasn't it? Hold on. A little voice in my head started arguing with my less noble thoughts. "Ashley, how could you even think about this! Mark loves you, he takes care of you! So what if he's... not great in bed? Is that really an excuse to cheat?" Then another little voice piped up. "Isn't that the biggest problem? I'm still young, only 29! Why should I have to pay the price because he can't perform?" The two voices were giving me a headache. I stood frozen in the doorway, frowning, hesitant to go any further. Leo saw me hesitating and came back, gently pulling me inside. Well, you can't blame me now, right? I was practically dragged in! Inside the locker room, there was another, smaller room with just a comfy-looking loveseat. Leo walked in and immediately pulled off his shirt, revealing impressive pecs. He even flexed them at me. Too much. Way too much! I swallowed hard, trying to be subtle about it, my hands nervously smoothing the seams of my pants. "Ashley," he said, using my first name now, "Sarah mentioned you know the deal. Pick whatever you like. I'll make sure you have a good time tonight." The deal? Sarah hadn't mentioned any specific deal. But I got the picture. After a fierce internal battle, I made a promise to myself: "Just this once. Never again!" "You guys... you keep client information confidential, right?" I asked, needing reassurance. Leo nodded easily. "Absolutely, Ashley. Rule number one in this business is discretion. Lips are sealed." Okay, that made me feel a bit better. Just as he started walking towards me, shirtless, I held up a hand to stop him. Then, I pulled the Tylenol bottle out of my purse. "I don't have a cold," Leo said, looking confused. I shook my head. "A little something extra... to make sure you perform well tonight." He knew exactly what I meant...
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