by Marie York
So I sat at the desk, guessed she was 5’3 145 pounds, and, because she said she was a waitress and on her feet for a good portion of her day, I aimed for a 1400 calorie diet. I wrote it all down, and finished just as she walked in the door.
I was so used to seeing girls in spandex and barely there outfits that I kind of found Brooklyn’s baggy shirt and sweatpants…cute. Undressing her would be like a present because I’d have no idea what I’d be finding once the wrapping was gone.
“Morning,” I called out, and she actually smiled. I was surprised at how it lit up her entire face. It was like she was a different person. Who knew that, beneath the scowl, there was a beautiful face?
I left the desk, and waved a finger at her to follow me. I walked over to the treadmills. A little cardio today would be good to help her shed some weight before we started working on building her strength.
“Get on,” I said, and typed in her estimated weight. I then chose a random workout so she’d get a mix of speeds and inclines. She started and I stepped back, enjoying the view, as her tits bounced when the speed picked up.
Some douchebag a few treadmills down slowed his run, and started staring at her chest. Anger surged through my veins, and I wanted to fucking knock him out. I had no idea why. I’d seen a million guys stare at a million different girls, and it never bothered me once. I usually understood, and nodded in agreement, admiring their bodies with the asshole. I crossed my arms over my chest, flexing my biceps, and turned to the douche. It took him a minute to pull his attention away from Brooklyn, but when he did, and spotted me, he quickly grabbed his towel, and took off to the locker rooms.
I was about to follow him in there and teach him some fucking manners when Brooklyn clapped her hands together, knocking me out of my rage. Sweat coated her skin, and I wondered how hard I’d have to fuck her to get the same results. “Done,” she announced, and then downed the water from her bottle.
“Not bad. I thought for sure you’d be gasping for air and sitting on your ass halfway through.”
Her gaze turned dark, and damn if it wasn’t the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. “I don’t pay you to be a dick.”
“No you don’t, but lucky for you, I throw it in for free.”
She grabbed her towel and patted her face, ridding herself of that just fucked glow. “If I was only as lucky as you claim me to be.”
There was a sadness that flashed across her face, but it was gone just as quickly. I wasn’t one to engage my clients, or anyone for that matter, in deep conversation. I didn’t care about other people’s personal lives, so I did what I always did and fucking ignored it.
“So what now?” she asked, before I did something fucking stupid like ask her what was wrong. “I mean is that all you got?” she joked which was a big mistake. If she wanted to see all that I had she was going to see it. Not today. She already started out too easy. Oh I was going to show her everything I had and in the end she was going to be begging for mercy.
I nodded to the far corner. “Let’s do some squats and a few weight machines, and then call it a day, but fair warning. Next time, this session will feel like a walk in the park.”
She stepped up to me, surrounding me in that flowery scent of hers. “Bring it,” she said, and I made a mental note to work her to her breaking point next time.
“Consider it brought.”
Thirty minutes later, her workout was done, and she took off. A second after she walked out the door, I realized I forgot to give her the menu plan I created. I ran out after her, and found her at her car.
I grabbed her arm, and her body went rigid. “You forgot your meal plan,” I said, and her tightened muscles relaxed.
“I was hoping I’d get away without it,” she said, and turned to face me.
“You should know I would never make it that easy.”
“Thanks.” She plucked it out of my hand, and shoved it into her pocket.
She was parked in the same place as she was the first time I had seen her, and I laughed at the memory.
“What’s so funny?” she asked.
“Nothing. Just, the last time you were in this spot, you caught me in a compromising position.”
“Thank you for the reminder. I’ve been trying to erase it from my memory.”
I leaned against her door frame, squeezing into the small space between her and the door. She acted like it didn’t affect her, but I could see the red slowly creeping up her neck into her cheeks. “Doubtful. I bet you got off on it.”
“Oh yeah. I went home, and immediately started playing with myself.”
A vision of her sliding her finger into her dripping wet pussy popped into my mind. I licked my lips at the thought, and wondered if she would feel and taste as good as I imagined.
“Are we done here?” she asked, and went to push past me into the car.
“Yes.” I reached out, and brushed a stray curl back into her ponytail, wanting so badly to turn her around and show her what ponytails were really made for. “Unless you want to rescind your condition.”
“Goodbye, Viper.”
“Maybe next time,” I said, and she rolled her eyes.
She could roll those eyes all she wanted because I knew damn well that one of these days I’d have her bent over the hood of her car, and she was going to love every fucking second of it.
Chapter 4
The sun was beginning to rise, as I rounded the block and slowed my pace. Sweat dripped from my forehead, and my t-shirt clung to my chest. Five miles before six a.m. was the only way to start my day.
I jogged up to my apartment, and watched as old man Peters stuck his head out of his curtain, and looked down at me. I swore he had supersonic hearing because every single time I came and went from this building, he poked his goddamned head out. I assumed he was a paranoid old bastard, so I always made sure to look suspicious just to fuck with him.
I stuck my hand in my pocket, and looked around like I just came from a drug deal. His eyes followed every movement, and with one last glance around, I ran into the building. Think on that, you nosy asshole.
Inside my apartment, I grabbed a towel from the closet, and wiped the sweat from my face which only made me think of Brooklyn once she had finished her work out on the treadmill. That fucking chick. I couldn’t get her out of my head. She was like a gnat that just wouldn’t go away. She wasn’t even my type. One of her tits alone weighed more than most of the girls I’ve fucked.
Thinking about her tits made my dick rock hard. I tossed the towel in the laundry, stepped in the shower, grabbed hold of my dick, and jerked off while I imagined fucking her pretty little mouth. It didn’t take long before I blew my load. As it poured out of me, and down the drain, I wondered if Brooklyn would spit or swallow.
I dried off, wrapped the towel around my waist, and went right to the fridge to grab a cold bottle of water. A soft ball of fur rubbed against my leg, and I bent down to scoop up Sassy, the stray cat that I found under the dumpster outside the gym.
At first, like everything else, I ignored her. But, for some reason, every goddamn time I walked to my car, she would come out from the dumpster, and follow me. It wasn’t until a rainstorm one night when I found her drenched and shivering in a puddle that I decided to take her home for the night just for some shelter. That was three months ago. One of these days, I’ll take her back.
“Hey girl. Are you hungry?” I asked, and walked to the cabinet while she purred and rubbed against my hand. I got the bag of food, placed her back on the ground, and poured a little of the dry shit in her bowl.
Like a typical female, as soon as she got what she wanted, she was done with me. I found my cell phone and typed my sister a text. She hadn’t responded to me in over a month, and I guaranteed she and Beckham were fucking again, but I felt the need to remind her of what a douchebag he was. Besides, she didn’t deserve happiness. Neither of them did. One was worse than the other. A spoiled brat and a backstabbing prick.
Nix: Just a remin
der to get tested for STD’s. Beckham fucks anything that walks.
A smile spread across my face as I tossed my phone back on the counter. Sassy finished eating, and rubbed up against my leg again. Now, she wanted my attention. I picked her back up, and scratched at the scruff on her neck. “What do you plan on doing today?” I asked her, like she’d fucking answer me. Though, if she could talk, she’d tell me sleep, eat, and take a shit in the litter box so I’d have something to do when I got home from work.
My phone rang, and Sal’s name flashed across the screen. He was the only one who’d call me at this time, and he’d better had been calling with good news. I swiped the screen and answered.
“There’s only one reason why you should be calling me, so tell me what I want to hear,” I said, as I looked for Sassy’s toy mouse. I found it under the couch, and swung it in front of her face. She swatted at it, and I put them both on the floor.
“I got a hold of Seth’s agent. He said he’ll be free in about three months.”
“Book it. I don’t care when or where, just book it.”
The line went silent for a second which meant Sal was over thinking something. “You sure?”
He was a good agent, but he was seriously a pain in my ass. “Am I sure? Are you fucking kidding me? I told you to book it, so fucking book it.”
“I… I just.”
“Spit it out, Elmer Fudd. I don’t have all goddamn day here.”
He let out a breath like a fat fuck that just walked up a flight of stairs. “I have a bad feeling about this.”
Anger boiled to the surface. “What did I tell you?” I grinded out.
“Book it, and let you worry about the rest. Fine. But, if it goes south, I’ll be the first to tell your ass I told you so.”
“It’s not gonna go south.”
“I’ll call you back with the date.”
I hung up the phone, and punched the door. Pain and sex were the only things that could calm me down. A sharp ache shot through my knuckles and the frustration began to subside.
Sal was lucky I hadn’t fucking killed him yet. Probably why he always called instead of dropping by. Smart because, I swear to God, I’d have him by the throat right now.
How hard was it to follow fucking instructions? I didn’t have time for this shit. I had to get dressed, and get my ass to the gym. Today was the day that I was going to work Brooklyn to her breaking point, and I couldn’t fucking wait.
Chapter 5
Sweat dripped down Brooklyn’s neck, and disappeared beneath her t-shirt. Her face was a blotchy mess as she pushed herself into another sit up. I kneeled down beside her, and she rolled her eyes.
“Come on, ten more,” I said, with the cockiest smirk I could manage.
“Fuck you,” she spat as she collapsed on the floor.
My eyes landed right on her tits as they bounced from the impact. I forced my attention away from them, and onto her. “Ten more, or you’ll be on the stair machine next.” She glanced over to the moving staircase. The guy on it was in decent shape, and losing steam quick. He held onto the railing, and dragged himself from one step to the next.
“I hate you,” she muttered, but managed to pull herself up again.
I rested my hand on her knee. “See, that wasn’t so bad.”
She didn’t go back down, choosing to stay in the seated position. Her eyes narrowed into tiny slits of hate. “Do you get some sort of sick pleasure out of torturing people?”
“What can I say? I’m a sadist. Now, nine more.”
She practically growled at me, and then did two more before completely giving up.
“I can’t,” she finally said, as she breathed heavily on the floor. I imagined her naked just after I pounded her into oblivion. Her breaths short, from me destroying her with my cock.
My lip curved at the thought, but then I switched back into personal trainer mode. “Seven more.”
“I just said I can’t.”
I leaned over her until she lifted her head to look at me. Her fuck me eyes were plagued with defeat. As a personal trainer, sometimes you had to impart motivational bullshit to get the adrenaline kicking. “The pain you feel today will be the strength you feel tomorrow,” I said, holding her gaze.
She laughed. She fucking laughed at me. “Did you see that on a poster somewhere?”
So what if I did? It usually had people nodding and ready to push through the hurdle in front of them. Clearly, Brooklyn wasn’t one to be manipulated. She was a challenge, but lucky for me, challenges were my favorite thing.
“I figured it was nicer than saying stop being fucking lazy and finish the goddamn workout.”
She flinched for a second, but brushed it off so quickly that I wondered if I imagined it. “I told you I can’t.” Her voice rose with each word as if her getting angry would have me back down. If anything, it only fueled my fire.
“And I told you that you can. So stop bitching, and get it done already. You could have been finished by now.”
“I already am finished,” she countered.
I got her to her breaking point, and while that was my intention, I was still pissed. I was the trainer. Clients didn’t call the shots. I did. If she were serious about this, she would just shut her goddamned mouth, and finish the fucking workout. “Fine. You want to be a lazy slob for the rest of your life, then don’t let me stop you.”
She grabbed her towel, and, with the weight of God knows what sitting heavy on her shoulders, she stood up. As she walked passed me, she stopped. Her eyes bore into mine, and the hate and determination that was there gave way to pain and suffering. I realized then that the workout didn’t break her. This girl was already broken.
“Fuck you,” she said, and then stormed off.
I headed over to the desk, and Cindy blinked her brown eyes up at me. She was older, mid forties, but if you looked close enough, you could almost see the hot girl she used to be. “Another one bites the dust?” she said with a smile.
“I’m not here to work with losers,” I replied. “Waste of my fucking time.”
“Well, your next one isn’t here for a couple hours.”
Good. All I wanted to do was hit the damn bag. Anger and frustration coursed through my veins, and I needed a release.
“Gives me time for my own workout,” I said.
I headed out to my car to grab my gloves. Brooklyn was in the same spot she was last time, and she hadn’t left yet. She was talking to the guy who had been staring at her the other day. I stopped walking and watched.
The guy touched her arm for a quick moment, and Brooklyn offered up a smile, but shook her head. Whatever he was asking, she was saying no to him. She moved to the driver side of her car, and opened the door.
“Oh come on. Just one date,” he called out and strode over to her.
She said no again, and he should’ve fucking walked away at this point, but he took a step closer. So did I. He rested his hand on the car, trapping her between him and the door frame. Her body froze, and, while she was still being polite, I could see the fear in her stance and in her eyes.
I was done watching. I was never one to ask questions and then act anyway. My hand wrapped around the back of the assholes neck, and I forcefully pulled him away from Brooklyn until I was comfortable with the distance between them.
Brooklyn gasped, but I sensed it was not in fear, as relief seemed to flood her body as she slumped against the door.
“She fucking said no,” I ground out through clenched teeth. I squeezed his neck, pressing into his pressure points. His legs buckled, and I shoved him even farther away from Brooklyn, finally releasing my grip.
He rubbed at his neck like a pussy. “What the fuck, asshole?”
I got in his face, and I loved the fear in his eyes. I fed off it and I wanted him to feel the same thing he made Brooklyn endure. Unexplainable rage, so ferocious I couldn’t control it, coursed through my body and I unleashed it on this fucker. “If I ever see you at this gym again. I
will fucking kill you.” My biceps twitched as I tried to hold back from bloodying his face. “You got that?”
“You’re fucking crazy.”
“Remember that the next time you even think of pulling into this parking lot. Now, get the fuck out of here.”
He hesitated, so I bucked toward him. His legs stumbled like a newborn animal as he ran off to his car. Fucking asshole.
“You okay?” I asked as I made my way to Brooklyn.
She nodded. “He didn’t do anything.”
“He did enough.”
She nodded again, and her arms were a little shaky.
“You sure you’re okay?”
Her teeth slid out over her bottom lip, and she took a deep breath. “I just…I hate feeling like I can’t defend myself if I have to. I don’t want to feel weak and incapable. I don’t want to feel fear. I thought working out would make me feel stronger, but it’s making me feel weaker. I just want to learn how to defend myself.”
“What time do you get out of work?” I asked.
She gave me a weird look before answering. “I have the early shift today, so nine.”
I leaned into her car and grabbed a crumpled up receipt and a pen. I scribbled an address down and handed it to her. “Meet me here after your shift.”
“What is this?” she asked skeptically.
“You want to learn to fight?”
“Yes.”
“Then don’t ask questions.”
“I’m not going to meet a person whose real name I don’t even know at some undisclosed location. I maybe be weak, but I’m not stupid.”
I didn’t tell girls my real name. It was something they didn’t need to know. Besides, they wanted the cage fighter; they didn’t give a shit about who I really was.
“Nixon.” I smiled at her. “I’ll see you tonight.”
Chapter 6
