Blended Ch 5

Kayla’s cosplay as someone who gives a fuck about exercise is convincing except for the shoes, which are just Chucks. Despite a relative lack of effort she has a nice body; the Jameson genes mean that the extra ten pounds of fat are in all the right places, and she has admittedly impeccable taste in slutty athleisure. Indeed, Piper takes mental notes as Kayla jiggles her way up to the counter.

“You always wear that much sparkle to work out?” Piper asks, trying not to laugh at Kayla’s attention-seeking eye makeup.

“You always act like a smug cunt at the gym?”

“You always blow your verbal insult load before you ask me to let you in without a pass because the only exercise you’ve ever done is a kegel?”

Kayla leans on the counter with a snort and shows Piper her middle finger. “I don’t need you to let me in. My sister actually works here and what are you gonna do? Call the cops?”

“Or the health inspector.”

“Fuck off. Where’s Flynn?”

“He’s not here.”

“His truck’s outside.”

“Maybe Ash drove it here.”

“You gotta be fucking kidding me.” Kayla shakes her head in disgust and turns to flounce out.

Piper takes a deep breath, deliberates, and then enjoys the view. Kayla’s not always the most charming person when she’s stressed, but there are parts of her that Piper can admire when she’s leaving. Nobody can compete with Riley, but the big, round, classical Jameson booty is not without merit.

But what about that obvious stress level? And Kayla’s out here, actively looking for Flynn instead of just texting him? They’ve hooked up before. This is weird.

Kayla departs without touching a machine. Piper signs up another drooling college student who is much more interested in her breasts than in the contract, and Tang arrives. Every gym has a few alphas: the hottest of the hot. Flynn is the undisputed shredded guy alpha. Graham is the ultimate hunk. Choi is the dominant twink. For objectified women, Riley obliviously shares the upper tier with a couple of Pilates ladies, a few collegiate athletes, and a few bulimic hotties like the bleached blonde Australian bimbo from CCL. Piper flatters herself that she might count herself among them.

Tang occupies his own space: he’s not the only crossdressing femboy in Gurlberg, but he is the only one who goes to the gym. He doesn’t dress slutty like Kayla because he isn’t slutty like Kayla, but his outfits hit twice as hard, and it’s not unusual for him to be hit on by a guy or for a woman to approach him about his skincare routine. Sometimes both in one night.

Riley sees him and trips over the cord of her vacuum cleaner. She doesn’t drool, at least.

It’s been a while since Piper has really paid attention to Riley. She puts her chin in her palm and watches the redhead pick herself up and hurriedly straighten the cord, then get back to vacuuming, throwing a panicked glance over her shoulder at Tang. She is diligently trying to do her job in good faith, but she just can’t help herself. It’s a miracle that Riley isn’t sporting a huge tent. Her sexual frustration is like a glowing aura around her. She’s so funny.

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