running
machine up a notch.
Marco liked testing
the limits of young things like Rosie, taking them places they didn’t think
they could go. And Rosie certainly felt like she was going somewhere she didn’t
want. Her lungs were screaming for oxygen, perspiration glistened on her silky
skin.
“Just ten seconds, ten
more seconds,” he insisted, upping the intensity of the machine yet again and
counting down from a stopwatch that hung from his neck.
She gave it everything,
her last ounce of energy as her legs tightened up and the machined mercifully
slowed to a stop.
“Good job,” said
Marco, patting her bum as he helped her from the machine.
Immediately she bent
double, still breathing heavily, feeling exhausted as she caught her breath.
Marco came up behind her, ready to stretch out those taut, tight muscles. He
put his hands first on her hips, before moving them firmly onto her tight,
curvy behind. Rosie swung round and swatted them away feeling hot, sweaty and
bad tempered.
“Jesus Marco, I get
that your touchy feely and all, but there is a line you know,” she said fuming.
It wasn’t the first
time his hands had strayed inappropriately. It was becoming something of a
habit of his. Yes, he was a young, good-looking guy, but he had no right to
virtually touch her up under the guise of his job. She certainly wasn’t going
to stand for it, however attractive he was.
“What’s wrong?” he
said, with an innocent expression of dumb befuddlement. “I was just helping you
warm down.”
“Really, is that all
you were doing?”
“Yeah really!” he
countered.
She grabbed her towel
and headed off to the changing area, not looking back.
“Come on Rosie,” he
called after her to no avail. “Damn it.”
Cursing he slammed his
fist into a punch bag. For obvious reasons Rosie was exactly the type of girl
he wanted at the gym. She was a pleasure to train and deep down in Marco’s eyes,
potentially more than just a paying customer.
In the changing room,
Rosie pulled on a sweater, grabbed her things and headed out the gym still
annoyed. It took her good few minutes to calm herself as she sat inside her car
taking slow, deep breaths. For a split second it had crossed her mind that
maybe her outburst had been too much, but she’d quickly rebuked herself for
thinking such thoughts. If it weren’t for his good looks Marco would be
explaining himself to the manager right now. Just let it go, let it go she told
herself.
Feeling calmer she
started the engine, keen to get home and get ready for what promised to be an
exciting night. It was her twenty fifth birthday tomorrow, and she and her
girlfriends had agreed tonight would be the night they’d celebrate it. What
exactly they had planned was shrouded in secrecy. The only instruction they’d
given was to prepare for a night of Glitz and Glam. As she pulled out the
parking lot, she pushed what had happened in the gym to the back of her mind,
already thinking what fun might be in store.
Marco watched from the
window as her car accelerated away.
“Damn it,” he said,
cursing again, hoping that wouldn’t be the last he’d see of her.
Later that day, having
gone through the timely, but enjoyable ritual of getting ready for a big night
out, Rosie pulled on the figure hugging, gold strapless dress, she’d picked out
specially. With her make up done, her glossy hair swept down, she was ready for
the evening ahead.
“How do I look?” she
asked, pulling down the short hem of her dress.
“Scandalicious,”
replied curly haired, Christina, her flat mate and best friend, who dressed in
a sparkly, sequined silver number, didn’t look so bad herself.
Rosie finished putting
on her sparkly heels, just in time as a car tooted outside.
“That’s us,” said
Christina, grabbing her purse.
When Rosie stepped
outside her mouth dropped open. Parked waiting was a classy black stretch limo.
Leaning out the open window, was none other than a blonde bombshell
machine up a notch.
Marco liked testing
the limits of young things like Rosie, taking them places they didn’t think
they could go. And Rosie certainly felt like she was going somewhere she didn’t
want. Her lungs were screaming for oxygen, perspiration glistened on her silky
skin.
“Just ten seconds, ten
more seconds,” he insisted, upping the intensity of the machine yet again and
counting down from a stopwatch that hung from his neck.
She gave it everything,
her last ounce of energy as her legs tightened up and the machined mercifully
slowed to a stop.
“Good job,” said
Marco, patting her bum as he helped her from the machine.
Immediately she bent
double, still breathing heavily, feeling exhausted as she caught her breath.
Marco came up behind her, ready to stretch out those taut, tight muscles. He
put his hands first on her hips, before moving them firmly onto her tight,
curvy behind. Rosie swung round and swatted them away feeling hot, sweaty and
bad tempered.
“Jesus Marco, I get
that your touchy feely and all, but there is a line you know,” she said fuming.
It wasn’t the first
time his hands had strayed inappropriately. It was becoming something of a
habit of his. Yes, he was a young, good-looking guy, but he had no right to
virtually touch her up under the guise of his job. She certainly wasn’t going
to stand for it, however attractive he was.
“What’s wrong?” he
said, with an innocent expression of dumb befuddlement. “I was just helping you
warm down.”
“Really, is that all
you were doing?”
“Yeah really!” he
countered.
She grabbed her towel
and headed off to the changing area, not looking back.
“Come on Rosie,” he
called after her to no avail. “Damn it.”
Cursing he slammed his
fist into a punch bag. For obvious reasons Rosie was exactly the type of girl
he wanted at the gym. She was a pleasure to train and deep down in Marco’s eyes,
potentially more than just a paying customer.
In the changing room,
Rosie pulled on a sweater, grabbed her things and headed out the gym still
annoyed. It took her good few minutes to calm herself as she sat inside her car
taking slow, deep breaths. For a split second it had crossed her mind that
maybe her outburst had been too much, but she’d quickly rebuked herself for
thinking such thoughts. If it weren’t for his good looks Marco would be
explaining himself to the manager right now. Just let it go, let it go she told
herself.
Feeling calmer she
started the engine, keen to get home and get ready for what promised to be an
exciting night. It was her twenty fifth birthday tomorrow, and she and her
girlfriends had agreed tonight would be the night they’d celebrate it. What
exactly they had planned was shrouded in secrecy. The only instruction they’d
given was to prepare for a night of Glitz and Glam. As she pulled out the
parking lot, she pushed what had happened in the gym to the back of her mind,
already thinking what fun might be in store.
Marco watched from the
window as her car accelerated away.
“Damn it,” he said,
cursing again, hoping that wouldn’t be the last he’d see of her.
Later that day, having
gone through the timely, but enjoyable ritual of getting ready for a big night
out, Rosie pulled on the figure hugging, gold strapless dress, she’d picked out
specially. With her make up done, her glossy hair swept down, she was ready for
the evening ahead.
“How do I look?” she
asked, pulling down the short hem of her dress.
“Scandalicious,”
replied curly haired, Christina, her flat mate and best friend, who dressed in
a sparkly, sequined silver number, didn’t look so bad herself.
Rosie finished putting
on her sparkly heels, just in time as a car tooted outside.
“That’s us,” said
Christina, grabbing her purse.
When Rosie stepped
outside her mouth dropped open. Parked waiting was a classy black stretch limo.
Leaning out the open window, was none other than a blonde bombshell
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