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Melanie Rose is a woman of a certain age, average height, with short gray hair, whimsical glasses, and a clever smile. She is a talented and award-winning designer who has been at it for decades, working with high-end clients to create luxurious spaces -- then moving on to creating erotic ones. You wouldn’t guess it from looking at her.
She is heading up a winding walkway to the front door of a Mediterranean-style mansion, with red tiled roof and balconies adorned with wrought-iron. The house sits on a lush green estate, lawns sprawling behind it. There’s probably a glistening pool.
Melanie, however, is not intimidated by the size of the house, walking with a purpose on its stone path. She stops at the arched doorway and turns to the camera. She smirks.
Today she is going to teach some clients How to Build a Sex Room .
The music starts.
“Today’s clients are members of the football team, the Blue Bunnies,” a voiceover reminds everyone. “Their captain, number 21, is adored by his teammates and fans alike. Six members of his team are now cohabitating in his mansion estate, and they’ve asked Melanie to help spice things up in their new home.”
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Melanie knocks and the door opens to reveal a foyer full of Korean men in their mid- to late- twenties, of various heights, in various combinations of sporty clothing. A few are wearing, ironically, basketball shorts, and a few are wearing football jerseys or tank tops. There are a lot of biceps on display. She takes a second to appreciate it.
“Melanie!” says the only blonde, a sunshine smile on his face as he opens his arms. “It’s great to meet you!”
It’s the kind of smile you have to return, and she hugs him warmly. “You must be Wonho! The captain and number 21 of the Blue Bunnies.”
“That’s our cap!” says number 42, fondly.
They all start walking through the foyer to a main sitting area, set with overstuffed couches and armchairs. It’s not quite as posh as the outside of the mansion would suggest but Melanie is mostly impressed that a house full of sweaty athletes hasn’t been trashed. It’s even mostly clean of laundry and detritus, though magazines and socks and footballs are hidden in various corners.
“So, tell me a little about yourselves,” she starts as they settle into their spots.
“We’re most of the O-line of the Blue Bunnies,” number 07 says proudly. He’s got his number emblazoned on his shirt for easier identification.
“O-line?” she asks, adjusting her glasses. “Something tells me that doesn’t actually stand for orgasm line.”
“Well, it did stand for offensive line,” the Captain says, laughing, “but I kind of like that one better.”
“Wouldn’t everyone?” she quips. “Now, how did you all come to be in a relationship with one another?”
Number 23 slings an arm over the Captain’s shoulders. “We met as teammates. And at first it was just like, crushes.”
“On each other?”
“On our captain!” 99’s hair is the longest, beating out even 55’s, and it’s curlier as well. Each young man is quite handsome on their own but together, the energy is a little overwhelming.
“And one by one, they eventually wore me down,” the Captain says, breaking into another beaming smile.
“I mean, imagine the torment of watching him shower day after day,” says 55. “There was no chance for any of us.”
“It must have been horrible,” she agrees. “But now here you all are! So what are you hoping for in a sex room?”
“It’s not that we don’t have space,” says number 42. He’s second in command, it seems. “But it feels like…we don’t have a special place.”
“Moving in together was great, but we need a place where we’re not just teammates and we know it’s time to go, if you know what I mean.” The Captain doesn’t quite meet her gaze on that last part, but there is a smile on the edge of his full lips.
“But it also feels like we want a place where our fantasies can be fulfilled,” chimes in 55, tucking hair behind his ear. “And I think I speak for all of us when I say there’s some fantasies we all have in common.”
Melanie leans back in her chair. She likes guiding beginners, but it’s nice to have clients who have a good handle on what they like and want to go even further. “And what might those be?”
“Locker room!” several of the men shout at the same time, making the Captain blush. And smile. He’s always smiling it seems -- and why wouldn’t he, she thinks. Not everyone has six men to satisfy them on the regular. Not that she’s jealous.
“There’s so much tension and energy before and after a game,” says 42, “And of course it would be unprofessional for us to do anything there .”
“But by the time we’re home everyone’s exhausted. And we want a way to maybe be able to work out all that energy at home?”
“So you want a locker room.”
“I mean not just lockers,” says 99. “Sexy lockers.”
“And the showers?”
“I want to be able to enjoy watching him shower,” 55 says, “not just sneak a couple peeks.”
“Point taken. And would you need a shower and locker room big enough for all seven of you?”
“Well, we’re not the only guys involved with one another on the team, or with the Captain,” says 23. He motions to a photo on display on the end table.
It’s another group of handsome men in matching letter jackets with their blonde captain, whose smile is the center of the photo.
“They have their own places,” the Captain says. “Probably no more than 10 guys are here at once. But I don’t know that we all need to be in the shower at the same time.”
“We can share if we need to!” 99 chimes in. “As long as Captain is in there, we’ll be happy to wait our turn.”
She nods thoughtfully. “So what I’m hearing is that you all focus a lot of attention on the Captain.”
“It’s just that he’s…I mean look at him!” says 07. “Plus, he’s such a hard worker, and a great leader.”
Melanie can’t help but laugh -- his team really admires him in every way one could. “Have you ever tied him up and had your wicked way with him?”
The captain blushes, biting his full bottom lip as his teammates laugh.
“He’s too strong!” says 99. “He’s broken a few sets of cuffs.”
“And maybe dented a bed frame.” Neither 43 nor the captain look upset about the damage to the furniture.
“I think it’s time you show me the space,” Melanie says, standing up. “But don’t stop telling me about your bedroom games.”
43 is grinning as he walks them to the end of a hallway that comes to an abrupt stop. An ornate light fixture made of iron adorns the wall, painted a neutral cream.
“Watch this,” says the captain, reaching for the sconce and pulling it down.
The wall groans as it slides opens before them, a hidden passageway opening to a spiral staircase, the same wrought iron loops and leaves from the rest of the house
“We kind of insisted on this when we got the house,” he says with a mischievous grin, eyes twinkling. “What’s the point of a mansion without a hidden passageway?”
The stairs lead to an enormous basement, almost half the size of the house. It’s finished but there’s not much down there in terms of décor. It’s got boxes of various knickknacks and a wine rack against one wall, mostly wasted space and folding chairs.
The men assemble themselves around Melanie as she looks around. “So what do you envision in this space?”
“We want a big bed, of course,” 55 says, leaning against the wall.
“A toy chest!” says 43. “We have some, but I’ll admit we don’t always use them.”
“Sometimes we’re too lazy,” the Captain admits, his eyes crinkled in delight. “But I think if we had a special place we’d make more time for other things.”
“And we need a good place to put the Captain, too,” says 99.
“He is our favorite toy, after all,” adds 07.
Melanie nods. She figures this crowd doesn’t need her to explain buttplugs if they were already breaking pairs of handcuffs. “What would you think about a spanking bench?”
There are simultaneous shouts of assent ringing in the basement.
Melanie can’t help but laugh. Despite being a polyamorous septet of football players they were quite adorable . Maybe it’s their youthful enthusiasm. “You’re all very in-synch with one another, you know that?”
“Well, we’re not just a football team,” 21 says slowly. Melanie watches as he makes quick eye contact with the other men around the room. They begin to stir.
88 coughs and then shouts, “1, 2, 3, 4.”
There’s a flurry of motion and suddenly the men are on their feet, shimmying, popping and locking, bang kicking backward with the Captain in the center. It’s almost like they don’t move at all as they smoothly slide into position, all crossing their arms and shrugging in unison, posed perfectly.
21 nods his chin at her, long eyes glittering. “We’re also a dance troupe.”
“Oh my,” Melanie whispers to herself. She shakes her head -- getting back in the zone. “So what would you think about getting a pole installed?”
---
When Mike arrives, Melanie is almost too excited to see him.
“You’re brimming with ideas aren’t ya?” he asks, following her to the basement.
“I think this is one with a concept you’ll love -- it’s a room for a football team.”
“Here we are,” she says, swinging open the hallway wall.
Mike stops short, resting a hand against his chin. “A whole football team lives here and this is the space we have to work with?”
Melanie frowns, her forehead creasing. “We’re done a room for seven before.”
Mike scoffs. “Mel, a real football team has 40 or 50 guys on it. Hell, you got eleven of them on the field!”
Melanie waves her hand with her own scoff. “I don’t know why you’d expect me to know anything about American football.”
“So what’s the plan?”
“Since you know so much about football, we’re going to set up some authentic lockers and showers so they can work out their post-game fantasies outside of the workplace.”
Mike nods, thinking. “Well it does seem like there’s a water hookup down here, thankfully. Can’t say I found the high school locker room particularly erotic back then, though.”
“All those muscular bodies dripping sweat, getting naked together to rinse off?” She peers over her glasses.
“Nada. Did nothing for me.”
“Pity,” she says, clicking her tongue. “What I’d like to surprise them with is also a little sauna area in the showers -- a place to relax after some hard exercise.”
“You don’t need to waggle your eyebrows at me!” Mike says with a laugh. “Okay, so about a third of this space’ll be a nice big luxury shower, and a sauna. Should we go all the way and make it a cedar sauna? A little private room? Maybe some teak benches in the actual shower?”
“Now you’re in the right headspace! You know I’m a sucker for a luxury wood. Then we can have the lockers out here, all seven in a row with shelves underneath for towels and anything else they might need -- lube, gloves, etc.”
“And then what? It can’t all be bathrooms.”
“How about a pole for dancing? And they want a huge bed, of course, so I thought that corner would be the right space for it. And then I’ll be taking them furniture shopping to fill up the rest -- but make sure we have a spot for a swing to hang.”
“The patented Mel swing, guaranteed to spice up your life!”
“Actually, I need hard spots all over. They’re quite fit young men so they need some anchors to really hold them in place.”
“Gotcha. Now, let’s talk tiling.”
---
Melanie leaves Mike to work, but that doesn’t mean the team is done making decisions.
“You’ve got an amazing space,” Melanie tells them as she opens the shop door, “and now you need some furniture to match.”
“Are we going bed shopping?” 99 asks, looking around. There are beds in the showroom, but they’re not the main feature -- beds can be bought anywhere. Under the low light, sofas, benches, cages, swings, and other items of indeterminate use were on display.
Despite being the size of a small warehouse, the erotic charge of the furniture along with the dim lights created an intimate setting, and the team took off in groups to explore further.
“This place is amazing,” says 07. “These couches are amazing, think of the different positions you could do here without risking a pulled muscle.”
Melanie says, “Feel free to try them out. And if you have any questions, the proprietors would be happy to show you the wide range of fun you can have here.”
“I don’t even know what half of these things are.” 43 is staring at a couch with two sloping humps, one larger and one smaller, creating an inviting curve between them.
55 is laying in a similar one nearby, except the curves are modular and can be reconfigured. “This is amazing.”
“All these different designs are meant to help you have…athletic sex without putting extra strain on your joints, since you need those in the real world.
“This is so thoughtful,” says 99, who is crouched near a bondage horse -- a sleek bench with pads covered in leather, with two smaller benches on either side where knees and ankles could rest. The bench also has plenty of loops for restraints. “I never considered how much strain sex could put on our captain’s knees.”
“That one is nice,” Melanie says, “but I think you should consider something a little fancier.”
She motions to one nearby. The bench is a shiny red, raised bench that had various parts that folded or attached to it -- sections to rest your legs in if you were draped over it, bars to affix your wrists to, even an attachment to hold a person’s head up (or at the right height for a blowjob).
“It looks a little more complicated than a bench, Melanie.” 07 squats on one side of it while 99 pats the sides with some force, like you’d kick a tire. Their eyes are intent.
“It’s perfect if you want to hold your captain still,” she says with an eyebrow waggle. “Or anyone else, of course.”
“Now these wedges,” she says, moving to another display, “are to make certain positions easier. Can I get some volunteers?”
---
Back at the mansion, Melanie is supervising as Mike moves a sensually curved sex couch over to the left for the fourth time.
"If this isn't the right place then there isn't a right place," Mike says.
"I just want the flow of the room to be just right."
He nudges it five inches to the right and steps back to look at it.
"How're the showers coming?" she asks, going over to move the couch herself.
"It's very fancy," Mike says, "but I still don't understand the appeal. Of the locker room or shower sex in general."
"No?" she asks with a gasp.
"Too dangerous -- who wants to explain that you busted your head open trying to get some in the shower?"
"Oh, the team captain would be able to hold you up with no problem." Melanie pulls her phone out and opens Instagram.
Mike takes the phone and lets out a low whistle. "You could bounce a quarter off those abs."
"Could crush a watermelon with those thighs."
They both pause for a moment.
Melanie coughs. "And that's why the hard points need to be extra secure. Now, let's get the pole situated."
---
Nothing beats reveal day, thinks Melanie as she ushers the Blue Bunnies into their secret lair -- their brand new Sex Room.
The lockers are the same blue as their home game jerseys. That’s the detail that first catches the Captain’s eye. “This is perfect!” he yells as he immediately starts toward the showers.
“Here we’ve got something a little more sophisticated than your basic locker room showers,” Melanie says from outside as the men jostle to get in. “You’ve got the overhead rain shower, then several detachable heads with various settings and attachments around. But that’s not all!”
“A sauna!” exclaims 99. “This is nicer than our gym.” There’s a lot of crosstalk as they look around, peeking into lockers that have already been seeded with a few new toys -- plugs, floggers, and a strong set of padded cuffs in the Captain’s locker.
“The bed, of course, should be large enough to fit all of you,” she says. 07 and 55 had already thrown themselves at it and were splayed like starfish, limbs everywhere.
“It’s so soft,” says 07, “Maybe I’ll just sleep here every night.”
The walls were a darker blue than the lockers, with gray and white accents -- it was neutral but not boring. The tiling in the shower picked up on that blue with beautiful handpainted ceramic tiles, geometric flowers with slate floors. All of that meant the bright red bench stood out against the rest of the room, even the other wedges and the glittering, lit pole area.
“And of course no sex room would be complete without a throne for your dear Captain,” Melanie says, giving 21 a small bow. “I think your team is going to want to “bench” you more often now that you’ve got this space.”
That gets a laugh and she adds, “Did you like that one? I made Mike give me some sports jokes to try out.”
“Melanie, I can’t begin to thank you for this,” the Captain begins, his face split by the biggest smile she’s seen yet.
“Just send me some season tickets. This job has really given me a new appreciation for Yank football.” She winks, just for good measure.
The credits roll.