With moods high they head off to an hour of beef, brawn and male babes.
When Janie and Elsie arrive at Evolutions Gym they’re a little early. They’d decided to forgo the frozen yogurt as Elsie’s nerves were approaching DEFCON orange level. She finds herself hanging back, unconsciously trying to hide behind Janie’s taller body. Scott Edwards is at the front desk, and when they walk in, he looks up to greet them.
“Hi there lovely ladies, it’s good to see you. How was your weekend?” Scott stands up behind the front desk providing them with an unintentional, yet perfect, view of his sculpted upper body. He looks genuinely happy to see them, his gaze stopping on Janie’s face, and his smile broadens a little more. Scott is a tall man in his mid-thirties. He’s wearing a black t-shirt, the gym logo over his left pec with running pants that hang low on his hips. He keeps his head shaved, and with his rugged good looks, he cuts quite an imposing figure.
Metallica’s Seek and Destroy begins to thump through the air, fueling the already snarling, would-be warriors who are pounding on the bags or sizing up their opponents in the cage, as they circle each other while lining up their throws and kicks.
“Well, hello Handsome, miss me while I was gone?” Janie coos at Scott, placing one arm on the edge of the front desk and leaning in closer, giving him a peek of her ‘girls’, jiggling slightly at her low neckline.
His eyes are drawn to them, like a magnet to metal, and his mouth opens slightly with the glance. When his eyes dart back up to meet Janie’s they widen in embarrassment and a blush creeps over his face. The expression and pink tint are adorable on him.
“Um, I always miss you Janie,” he smiles shyly, flirting back.
“Yeah, I can tell Big Fella. So, you got anything for us today?” Janie goads him further shifting her shoulders slightly, the move making the ‘girls’ shift and pulling his gaze back to them.
His tongue swipes across his lips, before his eyes return to Janie’s.
“Um, something for you?” he stammers revealing a little of his growing discomfort.
“Yes, Dollface, like paperwork or anything else,” and she leans in closer, “Or are we good?” The words sound, and feel, like a caress across his flesh, rather than a question.
Scott clears his throat before he can answer, “Oh, you are quite good, Janie,” his voice huskier than before.
Janie straightens and winks at Scott, “Yes, I am, Lover Boy.” She looks over her shoulder at Elsie standing behind her. “You ready to go inside and learn how to kick these boys’ ass?”
“Yeah, Babe, let’s do it,” Elsie smiles naughtily at her.
Janie loops her arm through Elsie’s, and together they walk through the gym’s main room, which features punching bags, free weights and a fighting cage off to one side. Heads held high, as their asses sway with attitude. Elsie turns to look at Scott as they walk away. He’s watching Janie, and there’s a look of hunger on his face. It makes her smirk.
In the back of the main room, John is holding a bag for Brian as he pounds into it, the bag becoming an extension of him as everything within him flows into the bag. It’s a dance, Brian leads and the bag follows in perfect choreography, two dancers, two lovers, flowing in sync. The sweat is pouring off him and his face reflects the force he’s exerting.
John’s head turns the moment Elsie steps foot into the large space. He senses her, even though she’s across the room with bodies jabbing and moving between them. Elsie’s eyes zero in on him, finding him immediately through the movements of the other men. John’s eyes follow the two women as they move across the room, appearing not to notice the sweat-covered male bodies surrounding them, the women seem oblivious to the looks they’re getting. They enter the studio where the class is held. No one else has arrived yet, so they make themselves comfortable and begin the stretches that they were taught in a prior class.
“Hold up, Bri, I’m gonna go put on some music for the girls to do their warm-ups to,” John shouts to Brian, breaking through his haze of focused concentration.
“Oh, yeah, sure, I didn’t realize it was time for class,” Brian stops his relentless pounding.
John straightens, letting go of the bag, “It’s not, they’re early, but it’s cool.”
Brian smiles his playboy grin, swinging his head to get his hair out of his face and sending sweat droplets spraying, “You bet your sweet ass it’s cool. Damn, they look good, don’t you think, Bro?”
“Yeah, they do. I’ll be right back,” John grunts to his friend.
Brian notices John’s tone and gives him a questioning look.
I’ll be damed if I’m telling Brian that Elsie’s all I’ve fucking thought about since Friday night, my dick has stayed hard all weekend, he growls to himself. If having a constant hard-on for a girl who says with words that she doesn’t want you while her body tells you she’s dying for you won’t keep you frustrated, nothing will.
“Hi ladies, I hope your weekend was good,” John says smoothly, trying not to let the frustration he’s been feeling about Elsie show in his voice. When he enters the studio, his eyes move from Janie to Elsie.
Elsie’s breath catches with her first good look at John tonight. She didn’t think he could look any sexier, any more seductively dark, but tonight, he makes her breath stop. His hair is pulled back again, in a ponytail, and he’s dressed in all black; the black, second skin, gym t-shirt molds to the dips and curves of his muscles, and black running pants that are hanging low on his waist. Elsie is certain they’re caught up by his hip bones which jut out just below the ‘V’ of muscles,
