by Marcus Woods
Fitness 4Play
One Night Stand
(Novel 1)
By: Marcus A. Woods
Copyright © 2015 Marcus Woods
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Acknowledgements
Shout out to everyone who has supported me in initiating this epic romance series, especially you! I always had aspirations of creating a novel. Thanks for investing in my dream.
Special shout out to my mother. Thank you for creating and instilling values within me to become the creative, eccentric writer that the whole world is about to witness. And another special thanks to my best friend, G. Thanks for the help and support through the years.
Dedication
This is dedicated to my lovely woman, Le'Edda. Without you, Fitness 4Play would have been impossible to write. Thank you for the inspiration. I love you bighead.
Table of Contents
Acknowledgements
Dedication
Chapter 1: Welcome to My World
Chapter 2: Hello Ms. Pink Dress
Chapter 3: I Lust Lucy
Chapter 4: I Got a Story to Tell
Chapter 5: Conversation Rules the Nation…Especially Online
Chapter 6: Checking on Mama Banks
Chapter 7: Thanks For The Enlightenment
Chapter 8: Poetic Justice
Chapter 9: Devin Got A…Girlfriend?
Chapter 10: Like Father, Like Son
Chapter 11: The Makings of a Businessman
Chapter 12: Craziness Knows No Boundaries
Chapter 13: Woe Is Me
Chapter 14: Picnic on the River
Chapter 15: Don't Run Away From Your Problems, Run Towards Them
Chapter 16: Time For Another Transition
Chapter 17: Time To Face The Music
Chapter 18: Time To Make Things Right
Chapter 19: Business Awaits Me
Chapter 20: The Results Are In
Chapter 21: Life Is Full of Surprises
About the Author
Chapter 1
Welcome to My World
(Major Harris "Love Don't Let Me Wait" playing in the background)
Some "sensual mischief" occurred last night.
Upon awakening, my IPod play tunes from the "Sensual Cuts" playlist. Getting out of bed, I put on my pajama pants, slip on my house shoes, and limp to the bathroom. My legs still ache from lifting weights the other day. I began questioning myself, what did I do? The queasy feeling in my stomach was indicative of too much Moscato wine. As I exit, a woman yells, "Devin, come get your breakfast with your little sexy chocolate self!" "Huh! Who in the hell is that?" I wonder.
I go downstairs towards the kitchen, a combination of eggs, bacon, and french toast penetrate my nostrils. Whoever she is can cook. Upon reaching the kitchen, I encountered a gorgeous woman. She stands 5'5, caramel complexion, light brown eyes, natural curly hair and curvy as the letter C. "Damn, I sure know how to pick them," I think to myself. That's the good part. Want to know the bad part? I can't remember this girl's name! "I think it is Lucy? Yea, it is Lucy." Lucy is a fine ass nurse who I met at the bar last night. She must be something if I let her sleepover.
Before I continue, let me formally introduce myself. My name is Devin Antwan Banks. My friends call me "Dab" in which are the initials of my name in case you didn't notice. I was born in Jackson, TN but raised in Memphis, Tennessee since the age of 7. I am my parents' only child. I stand 5'6 (5'7 with shoes on) and am a muscular 165lb with a milk chocolate complexion. Yes ladies, I am short but taller than a NBA player when we share a conversation. Anyway, I'm a personal trainer. Let me rephrase…I am the BEST DAMN personal trainer in Memphis! I went to school at the University of Memphis and obtained my Master's Degree in Health & Sports Science in 2012.
My college years were fun as hell. I had my ups and downs in the dating department. One thing I learn about my self is that I love pleasing a woman mentally as well as physically. Most men are unaware how pertinent it is to "mentally fuck" a woman. At first, like most of the other guys, I was trying to get pussy at all cost. It wasn't until I met this one girl (who I didn't hit it off with) taught me a valuable lesson: To fuck a woman physically, you have to fuck her mentally. This logic sticks with me till this day.
I had male family members (especially my Uncle Teddy) give me advice on attracting women. However, it wasn't until a woman gave me some advice that my dating stock rose. Girls from dark chocolate to hazelnut skin; BBW type thick girls; lean, athletic built girls; a few popular, uppity sorority girls and even the bookworm who lived in the library. I had them all. Now, at 25 years old, I'm at the top of the dating food chain. My game is what the old school cats would say, "trump tight." The single life has been good to me.
Yet, for some odd reason, it's starting to get a tad bit old. Woman after woman without any sort of commitment starts to play out as you get older. My best friend, Greg, recently got married. I wonder when my big day will come. Whom am I fooling, though? Hell, I never even had a monogamous relationship before. My Uncle Teddy always said, 'one quality female trumps 10 chicken-heads.' This advice comes from a 60 years old man whose never been married! Sounds far-fetch to me. Sex with multiple women seems better than with only one. Yet, the older I get, I realize it boils down to love or lust. Which one do I covet more: LOVE or LUST? Lust is sort of losing its luster so I'm willing to try out love. I think I'm ready to test out my uncle's "one woman" theory when a quality woman is within my vicinity. I think!
Now back to the story…
Last night, I went to this downtown bar my Greg told me about called The Premiere. He said the atmosphere is smooth and classy. The bar plays old school music, serves tasty—not the watered down drinks; the crowd is between 25 to 40 years old. Most importantly, he said the women are "on point." For the occasion, I decided casual attire would be best. I put on my favorite grey V-neck Polo shirt, designer worn-out jeans, and Cole Hahn loafers. The cologne of choice? Jean Paul Gautier (The ladies love it!). I grab my car keys and headed out the door. A cool, soothing breeze disrupts the warmth of the clear summer night. This is the perfect weather to get into some "sensual mischief." Entering my black with red-stripes 2013 Mustang—I call it "The Mackmobile" because it gets a fair share of female attention—I wondered what woman I would welcome to my world.
Chapter 2
Hello Ms. Pink Dress
(Notorious B.I.G. "Big Poppa" playing from the car stereo)
Arriving at The Premiere, all I can do is reminisce on past wild sexual encounters I'd had with some of the lovely ladies of Memphis. My thoughts wonder to one time I had sex with a college girl in her dorm's study hall. Then, it travels back another sexual encounter at the drive-in movie theater with…what was her name? I cannot remember but I do recall the groans she made in my ear as our sweaty bodies sexually wrestled in my backseat. Hell, I even had sex with some of my clients. They burned plenty of calories that session!
A red carpet leads into the venue. "Its show-time!" I think to myself. For me, going to a bar or nightclub to holler at females is like working out. It's like Michael Jordan stepping on the basketball court. I get my mind right to perform at my peak. They say conversation rules the nation. Well my conversation rules a woman's mind.
I scan my surroundings. The atmosphere is exquisite as Greg described it! Dim fluorescent lights scatter throughout the building. There are two levels. The first level is the bar & lounge area and the second level is a dance floor. "A bar and club in one! Greg didn't tell me this place was like this", I whisper.
Looking around, my eyes fill with adoration. Scratch that! They fill with lust. Sexy women are everywhere! Shiny lip gloss, lifted-up breasts, thick thighs, curvy shaped butts poking out of mini-dresses, and my personal favorite, manicured toes. A woman with pretty feet is my weakness. This night is going to go smoothly.
(Jill Scott's "A Long Walk" playing in the background)
While my mind hovers over cloud 9, I hear someone call out, "Hey Dab…Devin Banks." I glance over at the lounge area. It's Robert Hill, a guy I work with at the gym. I call him Big Rob because…he is big. He played football back in the day at The University of Memphis. He hurt his knee his senior year. Aspirations of being a pro football player were dashed. He finished school and decided to become a personal trainer. I seen him around campus but never hung out with him until we became co-workers. I made my way to the lounge area to greet him.
"Big Rob! What's happening playa?"
"Just chilling. How about you?"
"Man, I'm feeling smooth. There are so many females in the building. Somebody gonna get it tonight."
We both laugh. "Well, whichever of these ladies who get it—you make sure she doesn't get you! Otherwise, you are going to sell the Mackmobile to pay child support," he joked. I laugh hysterically. Big Rob be having jokes. I always tell him he should be a comedian.
"Don't worry. I keep my Johnson under wraps like a Christmas present,"
"Good. Well it's good seeing you Dab. I will let you get back to your uhmmmm…pursuit of happiness."
"You already know playa." We exchanged fist bumps and I went to the bar area to get a drink.
***
As I sipped on a Cîroc berry-flavored drink on the rocks, this cute, cinnamon complexion skin female approached me out of nowhere. "Hey handsome", she said. Don't you want to buy me a drink?" she asked, grinning.
"That's funny because I was going to ask you the same thing, I replied back with a smirk.
"Well it doesn't work that way. You are supposed to buy me a drink. I'm a lady."
"Oh really? Well sweetheart, I don't know you well enough to buy you a drink. How about we get to know each other first and go from there."
"No! I'm good." She stands and walks away. "Wow," I thought while shaking my head. It's a part of the game.
Most fellas are not hip to the agenda of some of these women who frequent bars and clubs. Some come for attention, free drinks or both. They pretend to be interested in you to receive the gratification they seek. I been duped plenty of times thinking one of these type of women was interested. A man who is searching for a woman (or women) who is genuinely interested in him, it's imperative he weeds those types out.
After that episode, I decided to go upstairs to the second level. Now mind you, I'm not much of a dancer. You will not catch me on the TV show, "So You Think You Can Dance," in this lifetime. However, I will "groove in order to soothe" a woman I am interested in getting acquainted with or… into.
(Guy, "Groove Me" playing in the background)
Turning my attention to the dance floor, this pretty, light caramel-skinned woman caught my eye. She is 5'5, light brown eyes, natural curly hair, thick thighs and a curvy butt peeking from under her pink short-sleeve mini dress. Man she is fine! I wasn't the only man peeping her. Honestly, I could watch her dance all night long. Of course, it would be better to have her pretty ass dancing in my townhouse…minus the clothes. I was determined to turn fantasy into a reality.
As the night wore on, I decided to campaign (talk to) for other chicks. I did not want to seem like a stalker to Ms. Pink Dress. Besides, you have to have more than one option. This is not a Disney movie were the female you want is the female you get. Real life don't always meet your expectations; especially in the dating realm.
The other females were cool but couldn't hold a candle to Mrs. Pink Dress. After she stopped dancing, she converses with some guy. I have no clue if he was her boyfriend, husband or brother making sure none of us horny guys talked to his sister. Either way, I decided to move on from her and see what was up with the other ladies. As I was conversing with some other chick, I see Ms. Pink Dress sitting alone by the bar. "Here is my opportunity," I thought to myself.
(Marvin Gaye's "Distant Lover" playing in the background)
After making up some excuse to get out of the conversation with a random chick, I made my way towards where pink dress sits. I sat next to her and asked, "So your husband decided to leave you alone, uh?" She jerks her head around.
"My who?" she replied.
"You know? Your husband, the guy, you were talking to after you stopped dancing."
"Oh! He is not my husband. Just some guy talking to me about modeling. He said he has a modeling agency and I would be a perfect model to shoot. Wait a minute! "Were you watching me on the dance floor", she asked, curiously.
"Who? Me? Not a chance!" Some birdie flew on my shoulder and told me that," I respond.
"Oh. So you got jokes. What is your name, Mr. Joker?"
"I'm more of a Batman than a Joker but it is all good. My name is Devin. Devin Banks. My friends call me Dab. And who may you be, Ms. Pink Dress?"
"It is definitely not Ms. Pink Dress," she replied, laughing. "My name is Lucy Jackson."
"Oh. So Lucy like the TV show, "I Love Lucy." I hum the theme song to the show.
Lucy laughs, hysterically. "So I see you are not lacking in the humor department, Mr. Devin. Well, what do you put your mind too these days?"
So what else aren't you lacking in?" she asked with a mischievous smile.
Her question indicated one thing: She is feeling me. In fact, she wants to fuck me. Her vibe told the whole story. However, I never assume anything until I close the deal (i.e., the woman is in my bed).
"Hmmm. Well, I'm not perfect but I strive not to lack at anything I put my mind too," I replied in a deep, smooth tone.
"Huh? Are you asking what I do for a living?"
"Yes, sir."
"Oh. Well I'm a personal trainer. I work at the Freewill Fitness gym."
"Oh ok. Well that's good. I have several co-workers who are members at Freewill Fitness."
"Cool. So where do you work?"
"I work at Baptist Memorial Hospital. I am a nurse practitioner."
"Oh ok." So if I ever drop a 100lb dumbbell on my foot, you would be the woman to call, huh? "I said with a smirk.
"Well, I hope that never happens but I guess so," she said, laughing.
"Well alright then. It's settled. So what made you put on that pretty pink dress and come out here tonight?"
"Well thank you. For one, it has been quite stressful at work this week. Having to deal with patients, upper management and crazy doctors, I needed to unwind."
"I feel you. After working hard all week, who wants to sit at home and mope on a Friday night?"
"Exactly! That's why I brought my old butt to The Premiere tonight."
"Old??? You can't be no more than 25 or 26."
"Wow! I wish I was still that young. I'm actually 32."
"Wow indeed. You look fantastic. Hopefully, you won't grow skin wrinkles overnight." I joke.
"You show know what to say to a woman in her 30s," she counters. "So how old are you?"
"I'm 25 years old."
"Oh ok. You're a youngster. It's nice that your parents are letting you stay up past your bedtime."
"Oooh! Now look who's got jokes. Well I assure you, I can stay "UP" just as long as you can." Lucy crosses her legs as she sips her Martini drink. Her light brown eyes intertwine with mine. Our sexual chemistry is so apparent that Stevie Wonder could see it.
"Well I'm about to go and grab something to eat. Care to join me?"
"Hmmm. T
hat sounds like a good idea to me. Let's go to the IHOP on Union Avenue."
"Okay."
We left the bar and went to our respective vehicle. She drove a red 2012 Audi RS5. She definitely has taste in cars. As we make our way to IHOP, I could not help but fantasize how good Lucy will taste. It is going to be fun welcoming her to my world.
Chapter 3
I Lust Lucy
(Major Harris "Love Don't Let Me Wait" playing from my mp3 radio)
"I love this song! Time is righhhhhht. You hold me tighhht. What you know about old school music, Mr. Banks?" Lucy asks. She sways her head side to side like a cobra snake to the song.
"More than you think you know, Ms. Jackson," I said, grinning.
The conversation at IHOP went well. I offered her to hang out with me some more at my crib. Of course, she accepted my offer.
Back at my townhouse, we sat together in my living room while sipping on a glass of Moscato wine. The amenities in my living room could rival a 4-star hotel: Mahogany hardwood floors, plush white sofa with a matching ottoman, 60-inch flat screen HD TV equipped with audio surround sound system, Xbox gaming system, and a fireplace with a blue & grey accent rug in front of it. My place is made for sensual mischief. It is a bachelor's pad with a modern twist. In addition, it's cozy enough for my female guests.
"Soooo, what else should I know about you, Nurse Lucy? You got any kids? Siblings? Crazy ex-boyfriends?" I ask, taking a sip of wine.
Her eyes travel to the ceiling. "No, yes, and thank God, no," she replied.
"I got 2 younger brothers. One lives in California and the other in Texas. All 3 of us grew up here in Memphis in the Cordova area."
"Okay. So you all had both parents in your household?"
"Yes, we did. I thank God everyday for them. My parents been married for over 32 years. It amazes me how far they come and still maintain unconditional love for one another."
"Wow! 32 years is a loooong time to be together. I wish my parents would've made it that long."