A spandex affair at a health club becomes even more exciting with a sex aid, revenge, and a gangster war.

When Carley Jones became the fitness instructor at the Feel The Heat Fitness Club, her attitude made everyone feel as if they came to the club for the wrong reasons...they were bound to have health trouble from her treatment of the members. Some made jokes about her suffering from both PMS and ESP at once, making her a bitch who knew it all. Despite that fact that Carley was a little pixie compared to the amazons who frequented The Heat, no one had the nerve to complain about her attitude, as Carley's Mafioso father owned the establishment. Those who offended his favorite daughter's reputation would find themselves being shouted at in the parking lot late at night, or nearly sideswiped by his Corvette, if he was really cheesed.

Two people who were pissed majorly from Carley's insults were Tarquin and Wanda, two freinds who came to the gym for more than to work out - they were having an kinky love affair based on their love for lycra. They would have their sexual escapades either at each other's homes, behind the bushes at the nearby park, or at the fitness club itself, in an unused equipment room with a one-way mirror on each of two walls, where they could get off without being seen.

Carley thought Tarquin was gay because he wore spandex tights or shorts, his name, his short blonde hair, and because he was a good dancer. Although he was very hetero, Carley remained aloof toward him, despite his propositions. Tarquin had suspected she was lesbian, or at least bisexual, as she was always around with Lisbeth, the gym supervisor. He once saw them passionately kiss another, in the weight room after hours one evening.

Wanda was turned off by Carley after she told her that her outfit of hotpink tights and black leotard were "More suitable for someone in better shape." From that point on, Wanda stared fire at Carley whenever she was at the front of the class, screeching out instructions like the spoiled little rich bitch she was. Many in high school remember her as a spoiled brat who always had a ride to school in a stretch limo, while others didn't.

"I wish someone would give her a spanking," sighed Tarquin.

Wanda agreed. "She should be humiliated. I'm not in bad shape!"

When Wanda went to her tense boyfreind's, she unexpectedly found herself watching a dirty movie he had pirated. In one scene leading up to an encounter, a babe in a blue catsuit treated with a sexual stimulant spread her legs as the voyeur movie she was watching became steamy. "Ohhhhh my gooodddddd!" She wailed, as her hot wet pussy triggered the burning sensation in her crotch. Her freind reached down and grabbed her breasts to control her bucking and writhing.

Wanda was no lesbian, but she was getting aroused by what she was seeing. She slipped her hand down her panties and began to stroke herself. She knew she would have to get some of that cream. By a matter of luck, one of her sexually aware girlfreinds at work let her have a jar. She knew she would have to try it out on herself, just like pepper spray. That night, when Wanda got home, the excitement was so great she almost fainted. The experimentation would happen down her basement, where she worked out.

She spread a dab in the crotch of her teal bike shorts over her cunt, and put them on. Nothing happened. Then, knowing that sweat and heat would set it off, she began to dance for a while. It worked. What started as a numbness became a burning sensation that spread throughout Wanda's loins. She stopped, and staggered over to the couch gasping and bent over. She buried her head in the sweet leather cushions so her parents wouldn't hear her moans of pleasure upstairs. At times she felt like she was going to lose control of her bladder in her shorts. She squeezed a couch cushion between her legs to ward off the sensation. It was useless, as she had a massive orgasm on the couch then and there. Wanda opened her eyes, and discovered that the crotch of her shorts was soaked with sweat, cum and some urine.

Just then, the basement door opened, and her mother came down to get something from the cold room. Wanda peeled off the shorts and stashed them under the couch. Nude from the waist down, she threw a satin blanket over herself and lay back on the couch, pretending to be asleep. Wanda might as well have been stark naked on the couch, as her mother ran back upstairs with a six pack of beer without noticing her. An idea came to her from the events that happened. She phoned Tarquin to tell him the good news, not to mention get laid.

"Hey, Tarquin?"

"Yeah?"

"I was just thinking about you."

"Me too."

"Want to meet me in the park? Tonight?"

"Why not?"

They met in a darkened track area, where a ready Tarquin flipped a dirty novelty coin with the erogenous zones of a naked woman on each side. Heads would mean oral sex, Tails would mean anal sex. "Tails...I win." Wanda took Tarquin by the hand, leading him over to a hedge in an isolated area, where she bent over obediently for her hershey highway to be taken. She would only let Tarquin sodomize her, as he was careful, and the only one who loved her latino ass in spandex. Besides, her boyfreind didn't believe in using the pooper as a sex organ. "Man wasn't meant to fly, either." She snapped at him for refusing to satisfy her.

While the two of them were resting after their painful horizontal mambo, Tarquin heard a familiar voice coming from the area near the parking lot. "Ooohhh...you beast! You nasty man!" Wailed an esctatic female. Tarquin peered over the bush they were behind and saw Carley screwing with TJ, her one of many lovers, on the hood of her purple Miata. Wanda thought TJ was a real scumbag, because he was a neo-Nazi and a gangster who would have anyone attacked for looking at him the wrong way. TJ once intimidated Tarquin for his artistic talents, and Tarquin wanted revenge.

Before long, Wanda looked back and saw TJ buggering Carley violently like a sex starved savage. She gasped. Tarquin had an idea. He saw a car like his in the park lot, and pulled out a remote contol key chain from his fanny pack. "Want to see something funny?" He asked Wanda, who was shocked by the deviant sex act she saw going on in front of her. TJ was about to make a thrust when the alarm on a car beside him went off. He pounded Carley's behind so hard that she screamed in pain and shock. The bright flashing lights lit up the lot, and the two naked lovers fell off the car onto the concrete. Within seconds, a police cruiser pulled into the lot to investigate. The two naked lovers scrambled into the Miata and drove off, leaving behind their clothes on the ground.

"Wouldn't it be great if Carley's father found her in the middle of doing it...lesbian style?"

"Dream on!"

"We can try...she won't be around for long if he does!"

"How can it be done?"

Wanda pulled out the jar of stimulant. "With this!"

"What is that stuff?"

"It causes your groin to burn so that you become all sexy...guaranteed!"

The two laughed at their planned prank, then kissed and went home, smiling at the thought of a gangster discovering that his supposedly straight daughter had carnal knowledge of another girl. Just for fun, Tarquin went over to Carley's neighbourhood, where she waited for her to return. When she returned, she got out, wearing nothing but red high heels and a black leather jacket. He was so disturbed and aroused that he went behind a power box and jerked off.

At the gym the next night, Tarquin and Wanda acted all innocent when a dark-eyed and discolored Carley came in to do the warmup. She was walking differently, as a result of TJ's virile thrust. Whispers began. Was she on drugs? Anyways, the two lovers covered up their laughs when the pixie-like instructor grimaced from the pain and exhaustion, gasping and grunting like Monica Seles.

As Carley's father would come in late at night to go to his safe, the only way he would discover Carley in the act would be if she was still there. Hopefully, she would be there later than usual, thanks to the cream and Lisbeth. Wanda entered the staff changeroom just as Carley went to change for her private after hours workout in the jacuzzi room. When the water in the private changeroom began to run, she pulled out a jar of the sexual aid. Without wasting any time, she pulled Carley's electric blue catsuit out of her locker, and turned it inside out. She applied the jelly to the exact area of the crotch so that it would set off an intense orgasm once Carley began to sweat.

As he was heading to the equipment room, Tarquin snuck by the office, and heard Carley on the phone. Her lover was arrested, because he had his name on the clothing he left in the parking lot. What a pussy, Tarquin muttered. Looking about, he slid a blade down the lock of the room, and went inside, where he slipped on a black Nike jersey and tights. He lay down on a mattress the size of a king-sze bed and spread his feel and hands out towards each edge of it.

Wanda came in and kissed Tarquin. The two adulterers said nothing as they began to feel each other up on the matress. As usual, they lost all inhibitions, and began to slip slide over each other, totally exlporing one another from head to toe as they were wrapped in spandex.

While Carley was jumping up and down on a trampoline, she began to feel weird, as if she had to urinate. But how? She went before she entered the jacuzzi room.

"She's getting hot!" Giggled Wanda.

Carly's eyes crossed. The burning sensation was starting in her sweaty crotch. As soon as the heat spread across her perenium to her anus, Carly let out a howl of pleasure that echoed around the jacuzzi room. The stinging feeling in her asshole was like a boiling hot enema or a monster suppository.

Trembling, she sank to her knees and gasped, eyes shut and mouth open, panting. Lisbeth entered the jacuzzi room and saw Carley. "Oh Migawd! Are you okay?"

"Oh...oh...I feel like I'm going to leak and come!" Wailed Carley.

Tarquin was extremely turned on. His cock was super rock hard, almost about to burst out of his black tights. Wanda began to jerk him off ever so slowly through the rubberized outfit. There was a sense of fear and excitement in Lisbeth. Why was Carley so aroused and about to lose control of her bodily functions? This was not the time to turn away, even though she felt Carley would wet herself. Nobody was watching anyways, she thought.

Wanda felt it would be a cool sex game to do whatever was going on on the other side of the one-way glass. Immediately, Tarquin unfastened the v bottom of Wanda's black leotard and kissed her cunt lips through her white tights, which were nice and cummy.

Pretty soon, the girls on the other side of the mirrored glass were totally naked, slithering over each other like cobras. Carley got into the water and buried her face in Lisbeth's cleavage, where she started to suck and lick a shivering Lisbeth's hard nipples.

The unison on the other side of the glass soon had Wanda and Tarquin spread their legs wide, then overlap them, moving closer to one another. Soon, their spandex covered crotches met one another, and they began to grind together in a kinky dry-hump, embracing and kissing one another in their heavenly bliss.

The girls were beyond the erotic point of no return. They were performing 69, with Lisbeth on the top and Carley below. Everyone was on the verge of climaxing when Carley opened her eyes and screamed. Wanda jumped up from the mattress, and saw a man standing at the entranceway to the jacuzzi.

"Oh, my god...It's the mafia boss!"

Ricko Jones, a thug disfigured from acid, stood stiff as stone in front of his bare naked bisexual daughter. Lisbeth attempted to escape, but was frozen with terror. In the room, Tarquin and Wanda embraced another as if watching a slasher movie through the window.

"Why you naughty sick baby! Wait until your mother hears about this! Bend over!"

Carley and Lisbeth, trembling with fear, obeyed. Ricko took off his belt, and gave the girls a few brutal strokes. They screamed in terror. Tarquin felt shocked and guilty. Sure, Carley was a bitch, but this was too much punishment. He had to do something. Ricko was about to whip Carley and Lisbeth again, when Tarquin shut off the lights. Ricko spun around, and crashed into the one way mirror. Wanda and Tarquin fled into the hallway.

Tarquin didn't look back. "Jeez! He's going nuts!"

Footsteps were heard approaching. A blood-caked Ricko grabbed Tarquin, and tried to strangle him to death with his belt. Wanda ran back down the hall toward Ricko, then jumped up, and slammed feet first into his back, knocking him over face-first on the floor, breaking his nose with an egg-cracking sound. Tarquin slipped free, and threw himself up along the wall before running outside.

In the parking lot, Tarquin unlocked his car. "Get in!" He shouted at Wanda, who dove in to the back seat. They waited, as Ricko came out of the club, searching each car holding a gun. At one point, he fired at a movement in one, which turned out to be a cat, and an abandoned car where a homeless man was. Tarquin put his car into gear, then threw on the ignition, and pulled away.

A wild chase broke out, with the Corvette following the Cobra everywhere throughout the lower city...down alleyways and through slums. Wanda was in the back seat, ducking from the bullets being pumped at them. What happened next was too good to be true. Ricko chased after the two into an industrial park in his Corvette, but was ambushed by gangsters with machine guns, who shot up the red Corvette, which flipped over on its side, slid and crashed into a light pole. One gangster came over with a machine gun and began to fire at the car as Ricko was scrambling to escape. The gastank ignited, and blew up the car. Ricko fell to the ground in flames, screaming and burning to death. Wanda fainted, and Tarquin drove away, into the night.

Arriving at Wanda's place, Tarquin discovered that Wanda was asleep. He climbed into the back with her, and began to kiss her. She looked and smelled even more beautiful and sexier than before. Soon, his tongue went down her cleavage, chest, and pussy, tasting her sweaty spandex outfit at the same time. While he was giving head, Wanda woke up. "Don't-t-t- s-t-t-t-o-p!" She moaned, and soon had a massive orgasm.

A few days later, Wanda phoned Tarquin with good news. First, she had split up with her tense boyfreind, and got Carley's job at The Heat because Carley had a nervous breakdown. "What do you think?" She asked. Knowing that he would have Wanda forever, he grinned devilishly, and applied the heat cream to the head of his penis to celebrate. Lying down on a workout bench wearing a thong, he began to rub himself obscenely against it. Before climaxing he shouted out over the phone, "Feel the burn! Feel the heat! You go girl!"

Wanda laughed, knowing that her libido was on the verge of becoming even more beautiful and deadly.