Michael sat down and took a break on the weight bench.
“Can’t … talk … lifting … heavy things,” Ryan gasped as he thrust the dumb-bells over his head, completing seven more reps before he stopped. As Michael sat and waited for him to finish, he couldn’t help but notice a beautiful blond with huge, cosmetically enhanced breasts wandering around the free weights.
She was trying to be subtle in her tight white T-shirt, but every few seconds, she’d glance over in Michael’s direction and smile.
She circled a few more minutes and then made her way over. “Excuse me; you look like a big strong guy. Can you show me how to lift these weights properly? I wouldn’t want to hurt myself,” she giggled, lamely twirling a piece of her hair. He noticed Jack across the room preening in a mirror. “See that guy, the one fixing his hair? Ask him. He’s really good with the weights; he can teach you all kinds of things.” Her eyes grew wide with excitement and she chased off after Jack, like a dog in desperate need of a bone.
Ryan started laughing. “Not nice to sick her on poor unsuspecting Jack.
Not nice at all.”
“Give me a break. He loves this kind of thing—just look at him.” Michael pointed over at Jack, who was already standing behind the girl, helping her lift the feather-light weights over her head, while she blatantly flirted with him. Ryan put his weights down and sat next to Michael on the bench, prying open his bottle of water.
“So, I’m waiting,” Michael prodded again.
“There’s nothing to tell, Mike. I saw this girl at the bar. She was absolutely gorgeous, and for some reason, I just panicked and couldn’t produce a coherent thought, much less speak. My emotions got the better of me. I also may have been distracted and spilled some Coke on my foot,” he admitted with a
sheepish grin.
“Did you get her name, a number, anything?” It was rare for Ryan to be rendered speechless by a woman. He was always so cool and collected. For him to be flustered was a very big deal.
“No, not that it would have mattered anyway. We do have a little wager about
no barflies, and since I met her at the bar, she’s off limits, remember?”
Michael could tell Ryan was disappointed, but he didn’t know her at all. She
could have a pea-brain like the rest of the bar girls for all he knew.
“Don’t worry, man. If it’s meant to be, then you two will meet again.”
Michael grimly chuckled as he slapped Ryan on the back. Then he looked down
at his empty water bottle. “I’ll be right back. I need a drink.” As he left the
bench, he was still laughing about Ryan’s predicament.
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Thirty minutes and a bottle of water later, Grace was finally done with her run and happily stopped the treadmill so she could catch her breath. Beads of sweat had started dripping down her forehead so she gave her face a quick wipe with her towel. Knowing she still wanted to do a few more machines before she left, Grace found her empty water bottle and headed over to the water fountain to refill it. While she was walking, her favorite song started playing on the iPod.
She cranked the volume as she approached the water fountain, enjoying the tune.
Singing to herself as she held the water bottle in the continuous stream of cold water, Grace waited until it was filled all the way to the top before screwing the lid on tightly. She bent over the fountain and took a quick sip for herself, then quickly turned to head back over to the machines when she crashed into something hard, or rather some one hard.
Two strong arms reached out and caught Grace as she found herself in the embarrassing position of having her sweaty face and body clamped against some strange man’s chest. “Oh! So sorry!” she said without even looking up, feeling her cheeks flame with embarrassment. Grace took a deep breath and nervously glanced up to see what unfortunate soul she had just thrown
“Can’t … talk … lifting … heavy things,” Ryan gasped as he thrust the dumb-bells over his head, completing seven more reps before he stopped. As Michael sat and waited for him to finish, he couldn’t help but notice a beautiful blond with huge, cosmetically enhanced breasts wandering around the free weights.
She was trying to be subtle in her tight white T-shirt, but every few seconds, she’d glance over in Michael’s direction and smile.
She circled a few more minutes and then made her way over. “Excuse me; you look like a big strong guy. Can you show me how to lift these weights properly? I wouldn’t want to hurt myself,” she giggled, lamely twirling a piece of her hair. He noticed Jack across the room preening in a mirror. “See that guy, the one fixing his hair? Ask him. He’s really good with the weights; he can teach you all kinds of things.” Her eyes grew wide with excitement and she chased off after Jack, like a dog in desperate need of a bone.
Ryan started laughing. “Not nice to sick her on poor unsuspecting Jack.
Not nice at all.”
“Give me a break. He loves this kind of thing—just look at him.” Michael pointed over at Jack, who was already standing behind the girl, helping her lift the feather-light weights over her head, while she blatantly flirted with him. Ryan put his weights down and sat next to Michael on the bench, prying open his bottle of water.
“So, I’m waiting,” Michael prodded again.
“There’s nothing to tell, Mike. I saw this girl at the bar. She was absolutely gorgeous, and for some reason, I just panicked and couldn’t produce a coherent thought, much less speak. My emotions got the better of me. I also may have been distracted and spilled some Coke on my foot,” he admitted with a
sheepish grin.
“Did you get her name, a number, anything?” It was rare for Ryan to be rendered speechless by a woman. He was always so cool and collected. For him to be flustered was a very big deal.
“No, not that it would have mattered anyway. We do have a little wager about
no barflies, and since I met her at the bar, she’s off limits, remember?”
Michael could tell Ryan was disappointed, but he didn’t know her at all. She
could have a pea-brain like the rest of the bar girls for all he knew.
“Don’t worry, man. If it’s meant to be, then you two will meet again.”
Michael grimly chuckled as he slapped Ryan on the back. Then he looked down
at his empty water bottle. “I’ll be right back. I need a drink.” As he left the
bench, he was still laughing about Ryan’s predicament.
y
36
Thirty minutes and a bottle of water later, Grace was finally done with her run and happily stopped the treadmill so she could catch her breath. Beads of sweat had started dripping down her forehead so she gave her face a quick wipe with her towel. Knowing she still wanted to do a few more machines before she left, Grace found her empty water bottle and headed over to the water fountain to refill it. While she was walking, her favorite song started playing on the iPod.
She cranked the volume as she approached the water fountain, enjoying the tune.
Singing to herself as she held the water bottle in the continuous stream of cold water, Grace waited until it was filled all the way to the top before screwing the lid on tightly. She bent over the fountain and took a quick sip for herself, then quickly turned to head back over to the machines when she crashed into something hard, or rather some one hard.
Two strong arms reached out and caught Grace as she found herself in the embarrassing position of having her sweaty face and body clamped against some strange man’s chest. “Oh! So sorry!” she said without even looking up, feeling her cheeks flame with embarrassment. Grace took a deep breath and nervously glanced up to see what unfortunate soul she had just thrown
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