Diet Another Day

pill suppresses ovulation, your metabolism should right itself."
    "What was that medical research business you were talking about?"
    Damien said, "We have formatted a regimen that will help women such as yourself lose weight while eating what they want, which will naturally be less because of the new balance you'll have. It will be boosted by one hour of exercise daily, be it vigorous aerobic activity, weight bearing or muscle elongating. And…" he grinned.
    "And what?" This all sounds too good to be true, but it's making sense and I don't want it to.
    "We think your hormones will be further balanced, and therefore more weight loss will be achieved if you receive a minimum of one powerful orgasm per day."
    "Sign me up."
    Hunter grinned. "Seriously? You're consenting?"
    "If you're on the up and up, yes I am. But I have to get back to the dorm before curfew." She walked over to the French doors.
    Hunter followed her. "Let me get you a cab."
    "No! I'm not allowed. We have to walk everywhere."
    "Then drop out of that cult boot camp."
    "I can't. I don't have money to fly home. My ticket is nonrefundable. And I can't get a refund on the camp either. I wouldn't have any place to stay for the rest of the time."
    "Stay with us." Damien offered.
    "No. What was I thinking? I've got to go."
    Hunter said, "Go back to your low-carb diet and die of cravings. Go back to your injury waiting to happen exercise program. Go back to your lover girls. They can't give you the type of orgasm powerful enough to trigger weight loss."
    "Eww! I don't do girls. I told you. Plain vanilla. I need a man."
    Damien smiled. "And we're offering you two. Double your pleasure." He ran his hand under her hair, along the back of her neck. Jessica tried to pull away but her body failed her.
    "If I stay, do you really guarantee I'll lose weight?"
    Damien said, "Yes." He teased her nipples up through her shirt.
    She stuck her chest out to meet his touch, then pulled away. "No. Rosaleen. I can't do it to her."
    Damien asked, "Who's Rosaleen?"
    "My roommate. We're responsible for each other. The team with the greatest combined weight loss or body mass index or something wins a spokesperson contract and she really really wants it. She's the one that talked me into enrolling."
    Hunter said, "So, continue with your boot camp. Make appearances. Pick one hour of exercise they offer every day and give it your all. Something different each day. Rotate through. Their program components aren't bad, it's just as a whole they're out of their minds. Some of those morbidly obese women aren't going to survive the competition. And I mean that morbidly. "
    Damien asked, "How big is Rosaleen?"
    "Oh, not that big. Just dumpy 'cause she's short. She's not morbidly obese."
    He ran his hand down Jessica's body, cupping her breast, then slipped around back to plump her derriere. "So she's not perfectly proportioned like you?"
    Jessica looked into his hooded eyes and realized he meant it. As he brushed her hand with his erection, she knew how desirable she was.
    "Damien, take me now," she sighed.
    As Damien pulled Jessica's top over her head, she kicked her shoes off and Hunter unzipped her capris from behind. Damien unzipped her exercise bra and her breasts spilled out. He gobbled one large rosy areola into his mouth. Hunter began slipping her grey cotton panties down her hips and Damien grabbed his wrist. "No. She's mine. She wants me." He picked her up effortlessly and bounced her onto the bed.
    Hunter chucked a condom at Damien's back. He reached around, grabbed it, and ripped it open.
    Jessica snuggled into the mattress and splayed her legs wide open.
    * * *
    Hunter hungrily inhaled her scent as he watched his friend pull the woman that saved his life to the edge of the bed and plunge into her. This was better than any staged porn movie. The sight of another man's cock pumping in and out, the sound of his balls slapping against her ass. The suction of their kisses and her first scream sent Hunter's mind directly to his pulsating member.
    Yes, his cock felt slighted she'd picked the other guy. Yeah, Damien had an extra half inch on him. But she'd only picked him because he was closest and he was sweet talking her and rubbing her tits—those big, beautiful, perfectly formed tits just waiting to be fucked. Hunter grabbed his cock and jerked wildly while twisting his balls with his other hand. He imagined thrusting into her tits.
    She screamed again, this time in unison with