by Criss Copp
My inheritance came through after my birthday, and we’re deciding on where it is we want to live. The money is sitting heavy in my bank account at the moment and despite the fact that I like the look of it there, I do need to make some wise investments with it as well. We need to move out of the house we’ve been renting for the last five years. I’d like to buy a house for us, but essentially it will be my house, not Silas’. This is after all my half of the inheritance, I won’t get another bout when Silas gets his cut, after he turns 25. I need to be careful with what I do with it. I therefore want to be happy with the house based on my own agenda and criteria. I’ll make my decisions regarding the right place for me, somewhere down the track... to be certain I’ve made the right choice!
Rachel... damn... Rachel left for Far North Queensland. I hardly ever hear from her; and I never see her. She may as well be a world away. Bitch... I miss her. There’s only so much emotional support you can get through email and facebook.
As for the dating? Total fucking disaster! I’ve managed three dates, and they were all the same. The moment they realised they weren’t actually going to get laid on that date, they were out of there. I’d even discussed my brother with them before meeting them, and they were all like... ‘no problem!’
No fucking problem? I call bullshit! I fucking call bullshit! They were after one thing and one thing only! No connection, no understanding, not there for me... only there for their cocks. Of course there was no problem, because they weren’t planning on sticking around that long.
I fucking hate men like that!
But right now, it’s a Monday, and I just finished my morning shift, so I’m off to the gym.
Since I finish at 3:30pm when I do morning shift, I go to the gym for an hour afterwards. Silas doesn’t finish work till 4:00pm, so by the time I finish here; we’ll both be home around the same time, before he goes back out to do his thing. On the days I do afternoon shift, I come in the morning for an hour. I’ve been doing this since February, to build up my core strength and feel like a 25 year old should again.
The gym is small, which is why I like it; it’s also pretty old school, and a lot of the clientele are your average type of resident for this area... not shiny and posh, which of course appeals to me immensely. In addition, I get on pretty well with the guy that runs this place too. He sorted out a personal workout regime for me, and often comes over to talk to me when it’s quiet. He’s nice, but he’s married; and he might be a bit of a flirt, but he’s not gone there, thank God! I don’t want to be in a three way relationship... that will never happen again!
I still feel guilty about the Graeme and Scott thing; I wonder whatever happened to them?
But Paul’s good value, because if I get hassled by any guy, and I get riled up... he doesn’t get mad at me for putting them in their place. He’ll just stand back watching me tear strips off the arsehole, with his arms folded, and then ask them to leave if they aren’t members. If they are members, he’ll ask them to reconsider their actions before approaching me again. He’s like my personal bouncer when it looks like the shit is gonna get ugly.
I’m heading out of the women’s locker room and walking towards the cardio section; placing the buds of my iPod in my ears; when I’m shoulder barged by someone walking out of the men’s locker room.
The action sees me punch myself in the side of the head.
“Watch it!” I demand.
“Sorry!” the guy says, rushing toward the cardio room. He doesn’t seem sorry at all! Another arsehole. I huff, before continuing on my way to the cardio machines.
Arsehole is in there, already punching his speed in on the treadmill. Unfortunately there are two treadmills, so despite my irritation at the arsehole for barging into me, I can’t get angry at him for taking the machine I prefer, just because it isn’t stuck in the corner. I just have to get on with my scheduled workout.
I hop on the other treadmill and begin my five minute warm up jog. I look up intermittently, and the arsehole is staring at me while he’s sweating it out on his treadmill. He grins, but all I do is raise my eyebrows and look back down. He may be a damn fine looking guy, with his short, light brown hair and steel grey eyes; muscles pumping and incredible six pack covering a slim tapered torso and hips; cheeky grin with dimples; and height greater than mine by a couple of inches, but he’s a shoulder barging arsehole! I suppose he has a picture of his cock on his laptop waiting to be emailed to his next willing victim... I wonder what that one looks like! I smirk.
And then I remind myself that I’ve decided that I’m still not past the ‘Jade looks after Silas not herself’ barrier to continue trying to put myself out there.
Ben.
Damn, I didn’t get a good look at her when I accidentally barged into her; even when I turned and said sorry, because I’m on limited time here. I have to get back to my Mum before she gets up and needs me. But this woman is gorgeous!
So totally not what I would normally go for, and I mean far from it... but she’s absolutely beautiful regardless!
I’m checking off her assets against my normal criteria as I stare over towards her jogging, and there’s actually hardly anything the same.
Height... she’s half a foot too high; she’s nearly as tall as me!
Build... I like a bit of softness, she’s a bit more athletic than I would normally go for, and slim. She’s not skinny; but I can see that she could be if she was that way inclined.
Breasts... I like them big; nope she’s not big, they’re barely bouncing.
Hair... Yep, definitely has the hair right... long and thick. Actually hers is very long! That pony goes forever! And it’s an auburn shade of red... Mmm, nice!
Face... This is where she scores every point known to man! Green eyes, flawless skin with a few adorable freckles, strong profile, and full lips. Even the scowl she’s giving me right now for staring at her is gorgeous.
Still, she’s not really my type physically.
She finishes her jogging warm up and heads out to the weight room to do some weights, I’ll be out there in ten minutes, so I’ll check her out again then.
“Eyes forward, Ben!” Paul chuckles.
“Why’s that?” I puff; I’m running now.
“She’ll tear you apart! I’ve seen it before!” he says smiling.
“Oh yeah?” I ask. Oh, a challenge! She’s just jumped to the top of appealing for me, despite her physical deficits. I absolutely love a challenge, because in my world of women, or ‘groupies,’ that hang around waiting for guys like me that do UFC or MMA to show them a good time; are constantly throwing themselves your way when you flex a bit of muscle. I’m not being conceited, it’s the truth! Most of the guys I know like that worshiping attention from those chicks. I don’t mind it if I’m after a fuck, but otherwise, I’m not into it at all!
“Yeah... she’s got balls; despite the pretty face!” he warns.
“What’s her name? Do you know if she’s single?” I ask.
“Jade.” He moans. “I’m not sure if she’s single, but from all appearances she is! And don’t say I didn’t warn you!”
Jade.
I’m doing tricep extensions when he walks over and introduces himself.
“Hi, I’m Ben... I’m really sorry that I barged into you before... can I make it up to you in any way... take you for a coffee after you finish?” He asks, offering a big dimply smile across his handsome face. Jade from six years ago is drooling and playing all coy; this Jade is looking at him like he just told me he has herpes.
“Ben, is it?” I ask pulling one of the buds out from my ear so I can hear properly; he nods.
I look at him for a short while, he stands there watching me assess him; he’s... is he flexing? Oh my God, he’s flexing so I can see his, albeit impressive, muscles! I grunt my disapproval.
“I don’t drink coffee with Neanderthals... I’m sorry if I appear to be rude, but I am... rude!” I explain and give him my best discourteous expression.
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“Okay... but you don’t know what you’re turning down!” he laughs, relaxing his stance, and leaning towards me in a suggestive fashion.
I struggle not to go ape-shit crazy, because things have been pretty good lately. But I’ve been given this spiel before; I know what guys are generally thinking, I can see what this Ben is thinking. I live with a guy; Silas is a guy, who at times has verbal diarrhoea and likes to tell me what some arsehole eye-fucking me is probably thinking; it does my head in.
“Oh... believe me... I really do!” I start, taking a deep breath and making my eyes as big and expressive as I can manage; “Probably some amazing sweaty fuck in the dressing room, with me bent over the hand basin; followed by a request to suck your cock in the shower, so I can lick you clean of my taste and you can cum all over my tits... yep! Believe me when I say, that I do know what I’m missing out on.” I drone sarcastically... I mean come on... coffee?
“You get all that from coffee?” He asks with an intense smirk. “I must be drinking the wrong brand.”
“Switch brands...” I say flatly, referring to women, not coffee... find another woman to harass, arse-fuck.
“That’s what I was doing.” He replies smugly.
So, he understood my insinuation, I’m obviously not his normal brand of woman... typical! Not dumb enough, big breasted enough, or got enough junk in my trunk. He’d be sweet on Sandy! Not that Sandy’s dumb; actually I think I just insulted my friend without even meaning to!
He’s pretty sure of himself though, and considering his looks, who can blame him. He’s looking at me now like a guy that uncovered a gold mine... a productive and deep veined gold mine.
“Walk on muscles... I’m likely to pick up a weigh and throw it at your head. I’ve done it before, ask Paul.” I explain angrily. He looks at Paul, and Paul nods.
Neither of us mention that the weight was actually one of those pissy little hand weights some women use while power walking, and I aimed it at the wall beside the guys head, as he sat there rubbing his groin and grinning at me.
Ben.
Oh my fucking God... I’m in heaven! She didn’t even care about my flexing and pissing on her stance. Every guy in this gym saw it though, they all know I’m marking my territory. If I really was a Neanderthal as she suggests, I’d be drooling, grunting and bashing her on the head in order to take her back to my cave! She’s going to provide me with weeks and weeks of chase. I wonder if I’ll succeed in getting her to date me, because even though I know I’m over here for my Mum, I still have a heartbeat, and that means I’m still interested in women. I mean, I know I was put off by my Mum’s efforts with that Georgina woman; especially thinking how I was not going to do that to my Mum while I was here for her... but honestly? Georgina didn’t have what this woman has.
And what does this woman have? Well... she has my undivided attention... my interest!
I have never, ever, in my entire life been talked to in disgust or anger like I just was by that woman; perhaps in the throes of passion, yeah... words get thrown around during sex, especially if the chick likes that sort of thing... but for her to be fiery and sarcastic like that normally, and from the onset? That’s real passion! And I’m finding it really hot; she’s quite literally oozing sex appeal! Hence, she has just skyrocketed to my number one spot of interest. I want her, and I’ll wear her down to have her. I might even try to convince her to stay for more than one night.
After she makes her point crystal clear; I watch her and smile at her every chance I can manufacture. It’s making her agitated, but I’ve read there’s a fine line between love and hate, so if she ends up hating me, and then all of a sudden comes around; all the foreplay has been taken care of, right?
Regardless, I’m not leaving this gym till I see her go; so I can see what car she drives, so I can know when she’s here in future! No, I’m not stalking, not in a scary way anyway; I’m giving myself knowledge, so that on the days I see her vehicle out back, I know to put on my best performance.
I’m a little shocked when I see her emerge from the female locker room in jeans and a leather jacket; and a backpack and a helmet. She rides a bike? I’ve so gotta see this!
I walk to a window that shows the car park, and sure enough, she’s got a silver and maroon Kawasaki out back that she straddles.
That’s fucking sexy, and so not what I would’ve placed on my list of things hot chicks should do... ride a bike, but suddenly; well suddenly, any woman that doesn’t know how to ride a bike from now on, well she’s just going to be boring! It is now a priority item!
Jade pushes herself backwards out of the parking spot, and then she rides carefully off towards the exit. I’m stumbling over everything to get to the front windows to watch her ride past... and she doesn’t disappoint. She obviously anticipated me looking, and as she sees me, she briefly extends the one finger salute as she’s gunning her motorcycle past the shopfront.
“Paul... how is it you have a girl like that coming to a gym like this?” I shout out.
Paul makes an appearance, chuckling.
“She sees value in coming to a real gym.” He says.
“Indeed!” I say, towelling off the sweat that I have managed to create today. “Tell me something about her that will make me believe she’s not just a total bitch.” I ask... I’ll still chase her, but it will be a whole lot nicer if she’s worth weeks of build up.
“She’s a nurse.” He says.
“I’ve known some bitchy nurses!” I argue, but this is kinda hot.
“She was a top athlete throughout her teenage years?” he offers.
“Okay... that’s pretty cool, but still, not a personality winner!” I reason.
“She’s been looking after her little brother entirely alone since she was 19.” He says.
“Damn, that’s what I’m talking about! She’s nice then?” I ask, taking on the care of someone is in my books a really nice thing... not that I extend that thought to myself, because I don’t.
“She’s nice to me... really nice. But she gets hit on a lot here by blow-ins and stuff. Some of them are really gross; she’s up for your bullshit! She’ll take you on you know!” he says smiling.
“I’m counting on it!” I say, because she sounds like she may very well be worth it. “She comes in daily?” I ask.
“Yeah... depends on her shift as to the timing though.” He throws at me... “And no, I don’t have her schedule, so you’re out of luck there Romeo!” he explains, walking back to his counter and back to his invoices. Before he logs back into his computer, he looks up at me towelling myself and standing nearby, “Don’t fuck her over Ben! She’s not a game!”
Not a game? I know she’s not a game, but the fact is, getting her to fuck me is a game! It’s a game I’m betting on to win! So I need to be in my best physical form! And since I like the fiery disposition; I’m expecting to piss her off immensely by just being my cocky self!
So now I’ve just decided that my Mum is right. I need to work on myself again, because I’m letting myself go. So in order to improve my physique, I’m going to stop off at the PCYC on the way home and see if there’s an MMA class there, so I can do some training and sparring.
I give Paul a knowing look and a wink, before heading to the locker room for a shower. I know it’s a lot of effort for a fuck, but as I thought before, it could definitely turn out to be more than a one night event.
***
“No, we don’t actually have a mixed martial arts class at the present, because we don’t have anyone to teach it. But we have Muay Thai and Karate.” The middle aged female behind the counter offers. She’s a bit bored by the looks of her; maybe she’s had a bad day so far.
“I used to come here when I was a teenager, and I learnt Muay Thai, Jiu-jitsu and Boxing. I’m a fighter now over in The States, so; maybe I can run some classes? I’d like to get something going while I’m staying here.” I explain.
“Well we still have Boxing, but we no longer have Jiu-ji
tsu.” She explains. “What did you say your name was?” she asks, squinting at me, like she might recognise me better that way.
“Benjamin Reynolds, but everyone calls me Ben.” I answer.
“And when were you here?” she asks, a small smile playing across her features.
“Um... I left Newcastle when I was 18, but I trained here right up until I went to Sydney. So, nine years ago?” I respond, doing the math.
“Cliff!” she shouts over her shoulder to the door to the internal office. Suddenly, I know she knows who I am, even if she’s never met me, because she’s grinning like a loon, and Cliff is my old Boxing instructor.
“What?” a gruff voice calls back through the door that is only slightly ajar, so people can’t see in to their privacy.
“I’ve got Benjamin Reynolds standing in front of me asking if he can start up a mixed martial arts class!” she shouts back with a huge grin. Then she lowers her tone, “Hi Ben, I’m Kathy. I think you better get ready for a big reunion... he’s your biggest fan!”
Obviously her day just got better, because she’s smiling an enormous smile.
Cliff Redmond flies out the door of the internal office and reefs open the door to the admin section, before barrelling out into the foyer area to grip my hand and clap me hard on the shoulder.
“God damn boy!” He enthuses, shaking his head and grinning from ear to ear.
I thought he was old when I was younger, and one would expect him to look even older still! But he looks precisely the same... as wrinkly as an old leather boot.
“Cliff.” I say, returning his handshake and grinning at my male role model from when I was a teen.
“How’s your Mum?” he asks, leading me to the gym where his boxing ring and equipment is situated.