Chapter 6: Cathy and Mark

Chapter 6: Cathy and Mark

"Mark, keep it together!" I told myself, but still kept pacing back and forth across my apartment.

There was something seriously wrong going on in my gym and I was determined to find out what it was. But how could everything change so rapidly? It was only three weeks since I introduced Cathy to my crew and then she dumped a ton of work on me. I wanted to reject those tasks, but still got stuck with them and worked my ass off just to submit results on time. Missing deadlines on those would bring me too much trouble. So, I stayed late, slept a little, worked out in mornings and felt like shit most of the time. Cathy was always there to say something encouraging, but then I saw her leaving early, never needing to work overtime. I couldn't figure out how she managed to get her workload done in time.

After the rush finally ended and I had first chance to go back in gym in the evening, everything became incredibly awkward. First, I walked on Cathy and Nathan, which weirded me out so much, that I just backed the hell away and went home to process things. I managed to calm myself down then because it was just two adults making adult decisions. I was incredibly surprised by this since Cathy was as far from Nathan's taste in girls as I could possibly imagine, but it really wasn't my place to question that. I made an easy decision to go back few days later and if the awkward situation repeated itself, I would just politely cough and made fun of them for enjoying adult fun in a public place. I was determined not to be pushed out from my gym by something like this.

So when I went back, determined to just mind my business, I almost walked on them having sex on a bench right in the middle of our gym. I was stunned and just stood in the door frame, watching Cathy at the top, riding the guy mercilessly and laughing loudly. I was standing there for almost half a minute, just watching the scene enfolding in front of me, Cathy's back and butt jumping up and down and hairy muscular legs of my friend sticking out from below her. Only after then I realized that it was John fucking Cathy, not Nathan. I lost it right there and then, turned tail and ran home. I never stopped before locking my door behind me and the entire time I have been replaying the same scene in my head just to make sure I really saw that.

I was back there again, watching the fat on her back moving up and down, up and down, with the same rhythm as her big butt, just grinding mercilessly. John was not a small guy by any means -- he was ripped and his quads were tensed, but it still looked like she was crushing him under her massive body. There was no mistaking it, their grunts of pleasure were clear indicators, that they were both enjoying the sex, however improbable it looked to me. But that wasn't the worst thing at all, I knew all too well that John was married. In fact, he was married to a totally amazing looking girl, that almost became a lingerie model. I couldn't even imagine why would he cheat on her, and to do that with a girl like Cathy? My mind was just unable to process what could lead to this situation.

That was when I started pacing back and forth in a futile effort to calm my nerves and find out some kind of a solution for this situation. It was not like I was the chief of morality police, but at the same time, I couldn't just watch this thing enfold and do nothing about it. My first impulse was to confront John with the thing I saw and tried to get some explanation, but I wasn't really comfortable with doing that. The solution was obvious -- I just had to confront Cathy about this, but I wasn't even sure where to begin. She was of course fucking John, which meant he cheated on his wife, but what about Nathan? I thought it was just consensual fun between friends, but when I thought about it now, I wasn't really sure about it being innocent now. How was she doing it to these guys? Did she have something on them? Or was she that good in bed that they talked about her and just couldn't resist?

Those reasons just didn't make sense and I had to myself that those guys just found something about Cathy that made her hot in their eyes, and I just couldn't see it. But that didn't matter, because at least that thing with John was just wrong and I decided to confront her about it right the next day.

I came to work right on time, like always and looked around my floor. Everybody was already in their own workplace dealing with daily tasks. Cathy was of course nowhere to be seen, but she always arrived a little late. I once asked her how was it that she didn't get in trouble for that and her response was that her contract was just made a little bit differently from ours. It never bothered me in the past, but as the day progressed, I kept thinking more about things sometimes being a little bit off around Cathy.

She arrived about two hours later and I was still observing things that somehow managed to escape me in past and it was just now that I realized how different her place was in our company. Most of us were slaving inside partially transparent cubicles that were obstructing natural light, but at the same time you could see the silhouette of a person inside. She somehow managed to get an open space in the center of our floor with flowers and decorations. Those small perks kept adding over time, so that was probably why I didn't notice how much better off she was, but looking at it now, I felt almost cheated. It was pretty clear that she managed to charm our bosses to giving her more even though our company was usually boasting about equal pay and rewards. I couldn't really check her payroll to be sure, but there was already suspicion rising in me that her salary would be much higher than mine.

I was steaming inside, suddenly feeling outraged by her and all those unfair perks she was enjoying. It just piled up on all that frustration I felt about my friends and it was almost too much to bear. I rose from my chair and walked towards her station, suddenly becoming aware of the music she was playing in there. Cathy had always something on when she was in work and most of the time, I ignored it or barely noticed even though her music kept getting more and more invasive -- lately it replaced the background music playing on our floor, but no one complained. When approaching, I realized that the steady beat of her tunes had somehow become more intense, but I wasn't going to be deterred by anything at this point.

"Cathy, I have something I need to talk to you about," I started with a serious tone that should have been a clear warning for her.

"What about?" she turned around on her chair, but kept calm expression on her face.

"There is something I saw in gym yesterday..."

"I thought this is something work related," she interrupted me with a raised eyebrow. "Do you think work is a good place to discuss things that happened somewhere else?"

"Well, not exactly," I suddenly realized how this could become very awkward for her.

"You should stop thinking about it then!" she frowned and pushed a bunch of papers in front of me. "Finish these instead, they should give you plenty of entertainment for today. And if you want to talk to me, find me in gym, seven o'clock, don't be late."

I opened my mouth to protest, but instead of doing that, I just picked up all the papers and went back to my cubicle. I was sure that something was bothering me just a minute ago, but now I just had to concentrate on work which she just dumped on me. There was no one I could complain to, so I just started to go through my tasks one by one, hoping I can finish them by evening.

The day went by in an instant and after submitting my last assignment, I was barely able to pack my stuff and catch last bus that could get me to gym on time. I really didn't want to be late today so I even ran part of the way just to be there before seven, which for some reason felt important to me.

Cathy's music was already playing inside. It made sense since she left work earlier than me and this was the place where she spent most of her time lately, although it still did not show at all. I wondered if she even worked out or just came here to have fun, but then shook my head, because it wasn't important. I was reminded that she needed to be confronted about her action and since I couldn't do it at work, now was the right time.

I was greeted by cheers of my friends -- to my absolute surprise it looked like every one of our core crew was already there working out and they looked happy to see me, as if our group reunited after a long time. Which was basically what was happening, since I wasn't able to properly go to gym for weeks. After they greeted me, everyone went back to their machines -- Nathan was doing bench presses, Randy got back to his squats, John went for preacher curls and Tom kept doing something weird with kettlebells, that I didn't even know the proper name for. Only then I realized that Cathy was also sitting in the room, dressed in her stylish gym clothes, not even bothering to pretend any exercises. She was playing with her phone and only change of the music revealed what was she up to.

"Cathy, we need to talk," I walked straight up to her.

"And what about?" she raised her head and there was innocent smile playing on her face.

"I think it is better if we moved somewhere private," I tried to keep my tone calm.

"Nah, let's stay here. I am sure boys won't mind, right?" she raised her voice in contrast and I've heard grunts of agreement from all around the gym.

There was something seriously wrong here. I looked at each and every face of my friends and I saw the regular stuff -- they concentrated on working out, they were sweating a lot, and it genuinely looked like they kept pumping hard, but there was also something off in their expressions. Maybe it was their eyes that looked wrong, distant? Or was it the way their expressions changed a lot less than normal? I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but even their agreement sounded wrong.

"I am not sure that is such a great idea, Cathy," I looked back at her with a frown. "You probably won't like things that I want to tell you."

"That's what I like about you, Mark, you're a straight shooter," she nodded back at me. "And you always told me exactly what you think, no filter. But you should stop thinking about going somewhere else, let's stay here and you just tell me what is on your mind."

"Okay," I shook my head and decided to do it her way. "If that is the way you want to do things. I have walked on you right here in gym having fun with the boys."

"And?" she raised her eyebrow not even trying to deny it.

"And one of the guys in question is married, and don't tell me that you didn't know about that."

"Of course, I knew he is married, that made it even more fun for me," she responded with a huge smile.

I was so shocked that I barely kept my jaw from dropping. I expected her denial, pretending confusion or blaming someone else, but open admission of guilt? Then I realized something even weirder -- I haven't heard any surprised reaction from anyone else in room and we were speaking loudly. There was no chance anyone missed what we were talking about and it was also pretty clear who were we talking about. I turned around and scanned the room again to see that everyone looked exactly the same. They showed no reaction to anything we said and just continued with their exercises.

"What is wrong with them?" I asked loudly, not talking to anyone in particular.

"What do you mean by that?" Cathy's voice sounded surprisingly cheerful.

"There is no way that someone of them wouldn't react to accusation like this, but they act like they don't even care," I turned back to face her.

"I told you they wouldn't mind anything you wanted to talk about," she shrugged.

"What have you done to them?"

"Me? Why do you think that this is my fault?"

"Everything changed with you going here. You did something, something..." I paused for a second as the music changed. "Why do you keep doing that? Why are you still playing with your phone?"

"Getting little distracted there, Mark?" she smiled again.

"What? No, I've have enough of this, I won't let you make fun of me!"

"Okay, relax, Mark. This is getting irritating and if you just listen to me for a few minutes, I will tell you how this all happened. So just sit down right here and don't interrupt me, okay?"

"Okay," I shrugged and sat down, finally calmed down because I was about to get to the bottom of this.

"This project started years ago. I always loved music and playing around with it, then I found out that certain rhythms have different effect on human brain. Well, it wasn't my discovery exactly, but I expanded on it and with quite bit of testing I managed to craft music that had enough subliminal signals crammed inside, that it could influence people listening to it. The effects were extremely weak and people had to be exposed for it for a really long time -- hours, days really and even then, effects were relatively minor. It took me months playing it at work gaining minor perks one after another, but nothing really big. I managed to get a better working space at work, slightly larger pay and some special treatment, but most of those benefits came from my coworkers. I managed to dump my work on them and they did not complain, didn't see it as anything out of ordinary and they didn't even feel alarmed by their own willingness to help me, it just felt perfectly normal to them. Do you follow me so far, Mark?"

"Sure, seems pretty straightforward," I nodded and wondered for a second why she had such a weird smirk on her face, but when she continued to talk, I fully focused on her story again.

"But about half a year ago, I had this huge breakthrough, found out a special set of signals and messages I can insert in my music and those became incredibly effective. It was extremely tempting to straight up make myself rich or to do something really big with it, but I wasn't stupid and focused my experiments on a subject that was already tested, but has been resisting me for a long time. It was important to experiment on someone that really didn't like me and try to change his mind in a multiple different ways. For example, I was wondering if I could spark a change of a lifestyle in someone that would persist long after he left the effects of my music. Like for example that he would suddenly have the urge to improve his physical condition and he started working out regularly and still believed that this was his idea. What do you think about that, Mark?"

"Is a thing like that even possible?" her story sounded too fantastical to be true.

"Not only that, it had proven even more effective than I first realized. I have made a lot of experiments on that first subject of mine and moved to a control group only when I was finally satisfied with my tests. Only after that I brought my experiments to this gym and tried my music on each and every one of your friends and you can see how effective it already became. With a little on-site adjustment, just a few hours and proper motivation, I can bend their will to follow my orders. And once they fall for its effects, there is no way back -- I can make them basically my slaves and they are happy and more willing to do almost anything for me. I've already done a lot of experiments here and I had so much fun with your friends. Like if I play just the right music, even if something extremely unsettling happens, they just don't mind and won't even get too excited about that. They might react, but only if I prompt them. So, what do you think about my invention?"

"I still can't really believe it, Cathy," I found it hard to muster strong emotions, but what she described still felt wrong. "If it really worked the way you say, it would be pretty horrible invention. There is one thing I don't understand though -- why did you tell me, what if I go to cops and tell them about this thing you created?"

"Oh, Mark, you are such a funny guy," she smiled happily. "When I picked you to be my test subject, I haven't had the faintest idea I would have so much fun with you. Shh, be silent now and listen to me."

I wanted to respond, but thought better of it, so I just closed my mouth and concentrated on her words.

"You were really pain in the ass to work with, but after that I really found a new respect for you. After that I decided that you would be my boyfriend. But there were a few problems -- mainly you were this skinny thing and I really wanted to have real hunk of a man fucking me. So, you needed to work on your muscles. They are coming along nicely, but you are still not there. I think if you keep at it another five or six months, you will get to the place I like. In that time, I will have your friends keeping me company, since they are doing a solid job so far. And regarding you going to the police, well let's say I have put a few safeguards in place so nothing goes wrong if my test subject suspects something. That is why you didn't confront your friends and came straight to me. And there is one additional thing I instilled deep inside of you during these months," she fiddled with her phone and music changed rhythm again. "Do you want to know, what it was?"

"Yes, I do," I answered her, genuinely curious, her voice became suddenly more interesting for some reason.

"I taught you to trust me implicitly. So, when I tell you that is in the best interest of everyone for me to keep using this invention, you agree with that, right?"

"Of course, Cathy," I nodded.

"You do not have any problem with me using my music on strangers, your friends, or even you. You won't feel alarmed by it, in fact, you will welcome it, because you truly believe, that I am the most trustworthy person around, right?"

"Of course, Cathy," I repeated again, since she was just stating the obvious.

"And let me finally reveal one more thing I was working on this whole time -- your secret motivation," her fingers ran over the phone screen and music changed again. "You finally realized why your life felt empty in the past, and why are you feeling so much better lately. You have been this superficial guy, always thinking about himself, but now you are ready for the truth -- you have fallen in love with me. You think I am the most beautiful girl in the world and you want to do everything within your power to make me happy. You want to help me, support me in any way possible and you also want to get in shape, so your muscles are big, just how I like them. This is your deepest and most important motivation and you cannot deny it any longer, you cannot fight it, it is stronger than you."

My head was spinning around this revelation, but it was only because I was deceiving myself for such a long time. Like a blindfold was pulled from my eyes and I saw Cathy for what she really was -- the most beautiful and important person in the entire world.

"Do you want to tell me something, Mark?"

"I love you, Cathy," I responded without a second of hesitation.

"I know you do. And what are you willing to do for me?"

"Anything you ask."

"That is certainly nice to hear, Mark. Looks like we are finished with talking here for today. I want you to change and do your workout. You have a lot of work ahead of you."

"Of, course, Cathy," I nodded and got on my feet.

"And since you are not big enough for me right now, you don't mind if I keep fucking with your best friends, right?" she raised her eyebrow.

"Of course not, Cathy, anything that makes you happy," I smiled happily and went to the locker room.

When I got back, I immediately started my warm up with a pair of light dumbbells. Cathy was also doing a workout of her own -- Nathan was playing with her huge boobs and paying a lot attention to them both with his hands and his tongue, while John was lying under her and she was riding him hard. Both Randy and Tom were just caressing and massaging her naked skin, waiting for their chance to jump in, I guess.

She looked so hot naked and I immediately got hard while watching the scene of orgy that was happening inside of our gym. Then I picked up heavier dumbbells and started my real workout. It was still a long way before I got big enough for Cathy to be satisfied with me, but luckily it seemed like my friends were there to keep good care of her. I was so lucky to have these great guys around and I was also incredibly lucky that I had fallen in love with this amazing girl.

I kept pumping iron as I watched my friends dick sliding in and out of the girl I loved and finally, for the first time in my life, I felt truly happy...

THE END