Chapter 5
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My colleague, Tristan Farquer, kept teasing me at work when he saw how hard it was for me to lift my usual weights.
"Why are you so out of it lately? How are you going to properly serve our wealthy cougar clients if that's the case?"
I flung the weights to the ground in a temper. The weights crashed to the ground with a loud clang, scaring Tristan out of his wits.
"Are you crazy? Why did you have to do that? You scared the shit out of me!"
Tristan was one of the trainers at the gym, and he had the best body and physique among the rest of us. His usual clients were the wealthy yet elderly ladies who were at least half a century old.
Of course, Tristan didn't just offer mere gym training services to them—he would also go to their homes for more private "one-on-one" coaching afterward.
That was the main reason why he was literally swimming in cash and living his best life at the moment.
Seeing that he was a lot more experienced than I was, I decided to test the waters with my questions for him.
"Are any of your regulars nymphomaniacs? Asking for a friend."
As soon as Tristan heard me, he turned to stare at me, giving me the once-over a few times.
"Oh? What's the matter? Did you run into an insatiable regular? Wow, I didn't think you'd run into such a hard problem as soon as you opened for business," he said.
A short while later, realization seemed to dawn on him as well. "Oh! No wonder your dark eye circles have been so terrible lately! You've been overindulging in sex!"
I punched him in frustration.
When Tristan saw that I was truly getting angry with how quiet I was, he finally explained that nymphomania, or rather, hypersexuality, was like an incurable condition, and women with hypersexuality were often insatiable.
Also, they were assertive and would often make the first move toward men.
"They usually have beautiful figures to die for, too! They're quite rare to come by, like one in a million!"
I felt helpless and frustrated.
One in a million? So why was I dealing with three of them at once?
After what happened yesterday, I didn't know how I was supposed to go home and face them anymore.
…
When I got back home that day, Riley gave me a call.
"Dusty, would you like to come over for dinner? We'd like to apologize for last night."
Riley sounded sincere on the phone. Also, I had always been unable to reject requests from young women like her. So, after a bit of coaxing, I finally agreed to come over for dinner.
As I thought of it, I realized that perhaps it wouldn't be that bad of an idea to go over for dinner.
Since the three of them had been ill, I could understand why they did what they did in the past. Also, I couldn't deny that Arielle, Raven, and Riley were all stunning beauties in their own ways.
I didn't have anything to lose, anyway. I was a hunk of a man, and if things went well, I might even be able to sleep with all of them.
The more I thought of it, the better I felt.
I purposely bought a few bottles of wine, preparing to get a little drunk and tipsy tonight.
With all three of them at dinner, that meant nobody was going to cockblock anybody else anymore. And that would mean I could finally have a taste. I was going to take them all down!
