She knows that they are going to give her what her soul has been hungry for, and the thought of it alone makes her want to cum.
*
“So, guess who’s the new Wardrobe Supervisor for Under The Dome?” Elsie offhandedly asks Elizabeth and Janie.
They’re in the studio room at Evolutions gym waiting for class to start. No one else has arrived yet, so they have the space to themselves. John and Brian are working out on the bags again, tonight Brian is spotting for John. Marco is over at the weights, waiting for his turn on the bag. The ladies are starting to feel like they really belong here now, like they’re part of the family, almost as much as the men out there are. The men have shown an amazing amount of support and respect for them, and the number of men who showed up at Janie’s 5k run with gifts in hand was beyond generous.
“Hell yeah, girl, you went in for an interview?!” Janie asks Elsie happily.
“Yep, I got an email from them this morning asking me to come and meet with them today. So I went, and they offered me the job right there on the spot, and asked me to start tomorrow,” Elsie squeals enthusiastically squeezing Elizabeth’s and Janie’s hands.
“I know you totally rocked it, Elsie. They are lucky to have you,” Elizabeth says then turns to Janie. “Have you ever seen any of her work?”
“Not yet but I will be stalking you immediately. Why have you been holding out on me, Girl?” Janie jokingly reprimands Elsie.
Laughing, Elsie replies, “I haven’t been, I guess I just never got around to showing you any of my designs. We’ve been in to other things.”
“Good evening ladies,” John greets the three women, as he enters the room.
He’s a big sweaty Neanderthal right now, from pounding mercilessly on the body bag. Brian is right behind him, looking sexy and, as usual, up to no good.
“I’m going to be teaching the class tonight, because we have a special treat planned for you,” Brian announces to them, smiling, his eyes resting on Elsie a couple of seconds longer.
Janie leans over to Elsie and whispers, “Oh yes, Darling, you will have to tell us everything you got in to this weekend.”
Elsie pokes Janie in the ribs with her elbow, shutting her up.
“OW!” Janie exclaims, laughing.
“What’s the surprise?” Elizabeth asks Brian, as she glares at her two friends, trying not to laugh.
“We can’t tell you until everyone’s here,” John says smiling. He has a pretty good idea of what the girls are whispering about.
“Not fair, you know we’re your favorites,” Janie pouts.
“In here, everyone is equal,” he says. Then he glances at Elsie as a smile lifts the corner of his mouth, and winks at her.
“Yeah, right…,” Janie says sarcastically, rolling her eyes.
“Just be patient, the others are starting to arrive now,” Brian says looking out the window to the front of the gym.
Bambi walks in, along with a couple of others. She’s swaying her ass so hard, as she walks by every man in the gym, they can’t help but notice her. Rico has just arrived as well. He’s talking with Scott, at the front desk, and the both of them look towards the back, into the room. John nods his head towards them, as a stern expression slides over his face. Rico smiles broadly back at him, and his head dips in agreement to something, but it doesn’t look like it’s meant to be friendly. Whatever communication just passed between these two men, it looks like it’s on. Suddenly Elsie feel a little uneasy.
“Looks like it’s all good, Bro,” Brian says, smiling at the glass.
“Yep, sure does,” John replies, almost absentmindedly.
John turns his face, away from the glass, towards the women. There is someone else there in his expression that she’s never seen before, but has a sense it always lingered below his surface. It sends a shiver up Elsie’s spine. This being is fierce, cold, and dangerous. John’s jaw tenses, and his fists clench and unclench at his sides. John’s eyes focus on Elsie and it makes him soften.
“I’ll see you later, Angel,” he says, and smiles before he walks out of the room.
“Alright ladies, you know the drill. Warm ups to get ready, and like I said, we’ve got a surprise. I’m picking the music tonight, to get us in the mood for it,” Brian says, as he moves towards the system.
The first song that comes over the speakers is Cowboys From Hell by Pantera. Well, if that’s any indication of how tonight’s going to go, we all had better strap ourselves in, because things are about to get very interesting.
John meets Scott and Rico up by the front desk.
“So, Tonto, we’re sparring tonight,” Rico says, turning to John, with a smug look on his face.
John doesn’t flinch at the taunting, racial slur, he only smirks.
“Yep, you’re gonna be my bitch in the cage, Boy,” he smiles, sickeningly sweet, at him.
“Hah, you think so, ok,” Rico laughs.
“Yes,” John says flatly, calm, cool, and collected.
Scott stands quietly, watching and listening to what’s transpiring between the two men in front of him. It’s not his place to say anything, it’s not his fight, and John is more than capable of taking care of himself, both verbally and physically. Scott notices someone waving to him, from inside the main room, out of the corner of his eye.
“Now you boys play nice, save it for the self-defense exhibition. We are all gentlemen here,” Scott says, looking back and forth between them.
In their minds, they’re already circling each other, sizing each other up, looking for their opponents’ weak spot, where they’ll go in for the kill. They might be standing tall, and perfectly still, face to face, but make no mistake, the battle has already
