by York, Marie
“They don’t call you ‘The Viper’ for no reason. When’s your next fight? Maybe I’ll be able to make it.”
“Tuesday after next.”
“I’ll check my schedule, and let you know.”
Randy made it to most of my fights, and, afterwards, always swore he was going to start training. But, when he worked out, he spent more time looking at himself in the mirror than he did actually lifting weights. He talked out of his ass a lot, but who was I to tell him he didn’t have what it took?
“Your first appointment is already here,” he said, as I went to head to the weight bench.
I looked at my phone. It wasn’t even eight yet. My first client was scheduled in for nine. “Not me. My first isn’t for another hour.”
“Nope, it’s right here in the book. Looks like Cindy rescheduled someone so she can squeeze a Hayley in for the nine o’clock time slot.”
I rolled my eyes at the name. I didn’t expect that girl to be clingy, but I wasn’t really thinking with the right head. I was hoping, after I fucked her, I’d be done with her. Apparently not. If she was a good lay, I wouldn’t mind taking her for round two, but it was like fucking a corpse. She just lay there, didn’t even cup my balls, or dig her nails into my sides. “Whatever. Where is this new person?”
“She was wandering.” He stood up and scanned the place before pointing toward the leg press. “There she is. Brunette, big tits.”
“Thanks,” I said, and headed over to the girl. She was bent over the machine, looking at the weights, and I had a feeling she’d never stepped into a gym before. Her ass was covered by baggy sweatpants, and it was hard to tell if she actually had shape beneath them.
“Hey there,” I said, and walked toward her. “You ready to get started?” I put a smile on my face because girls always were intimidated by me and I wanted to get past the shy bullshit.
The girl turned around, and I laughed because it would be my fucking luck. Staring back at me was the girl with fuck me eyes from the parking lot the other night.
She had on another big t-shirt, but now, being closer to her, I could see it was more boobs than fat. She was a curvy little thing. I’d give her that. Her long hair was the perfect length to tie up and yank on while fucking her from behind.
Her pretty little lips that I could picture sliding up and down my cock, turned down in disgust. “It would be you,” she said, shaking her head in disbelief.
I shrugged, proudly showcasing my arrogance. “I know. How can you be so lucky?”
She rolled her eyes, and let out an exaggerated breath. “Lucky wouldn’t be the word I choose.”
Her hand brushed at her curls, tucking them behind her ear, and revealing more of her face. Her cheeks were clear, and I wanted to see her blush again like the other night. I stepped a little closer lowering my voice. “You don’t seem as embarrassed as you did the other night.”
Instead of blushing, she narrowed her gaze on me, and landed her hands on her hips. The gesture pulled her shirt in, revealing her hourglass shape. A few workouts with me, and she’d be on her way to being the next Kim Kardashian. “That’s because I realize I wasn’t the one fucking a skank.”
I laughed it off and leaned over to the weights to pull the pin out, brushing her arm with mine. She jumped back from me as if I hurt her. I held my hands up. “Sorry. I was just trying to change the weight.”
The feistiness she’d been giving off gave way to a more timid demeanor.
I placed the weights at fifty pounds and pointed to the machine. “Get on the machine and show me what you have.” I always liked to test my clients’ strength so I could design a workout that best fit their abilities.
She shook her head. “No, sorry. I don’t work with people like you.”
Was this chick for fucking real? People like me? I was a fucking God in the cage and this gym. Well known in this world. People would kill to be me and to fuck me.
She went to walk away, and for some reason I couldn’t let her go. I wrapped my hand around her forearm, and yanked her back to me. She smelled of flowers and pure sex. Her fuck me eyes glared at me, and I had the urge to bend her over the machine, and shove my cock deep inside her. Maybe later, but first I had to get her to stick around.
“Look,” I spat. “You’re obviously here because you want to get in shape, tone up, whatever, and I’m the best trainer you’re going to find. You don’t have to like me; you just have to listen to me. You do that, and I guarantee you’ll see results in no time.”
Curvy girls weren’t usually my thing, and neither were brunettes, not that I’d ever kick them out of my bed. I preferred rail thin blondes, but there was something about this girl that I couldn’t shake. I kept imagining what she would look like naked on my bed spread opened wide and waiting for me to fuck her.
I shook the thought off and watched as her lip lifted like she was about to tell me where I could shove it, but then it flattened back into place. She crossed her arms under her tits, giving me a glimpse of how big they were, “D” cups if I had to guess. What I wouldn’t give to bury my face into them. She lifted her chin. “Fine. What’s your name?”
“Viper.” I never told girls my real name, and they never cared enough to ask what it was.
“Viper…” she said as more of a question. “I’ll work with you on one condition.”
Normally, I’d walk away. The only conditions I worked under were my own. But I was intrigued. “Shoot.”
“I’m not and never will be one of your whores. Don’t ever expect to fuck me in the parking lot.”
I slowly moved closer to her, so I wouldn’t startle her again, and leaned in to her ear. “Oh baby, if I was going to fuck you, I’d bring you somewhere fancier than a parking lot.”
She jumped back. “You’re an egotistical asshole.”
I smiled. “And you need me. So what do you say?” Deal?” I held my hand out and waited, expecting her to hightail it out of there and never come back. It would be for the best because there was no way I’d be able to keep this promise.
She shocked the shit out of me when she grabbed my hand, causing my dick to harden at her touch. “Deal.”
Fuck, I was screwed.
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Making You Fall in Love One Bad Boy At A Time.
Marie York works the corporate circuit by day but come nightfall transforms into a steamy writer. She loves the city life and a good cocktail.
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