Follow Miguel

Miguel moves straight to the fitness room in second floor. You wait a moment before you follow him, so it looks like coincidence. You wonder why he wants to train after such a big meal. But maybe that’s just his thing.

When you got showed everything, you couldn’t take a closer look at the fitness room. When you enter it now, you are speechless. It is not a small private fitness room with a few dumbbells, an old treat mill and a few rubber mats on the floor. It is really a whole fitness studio for five or more people. Everything is modern, clean and colorful. There even is a water spender.

“Ah, young miss Pike,” Miguel greets you, “did you come to train too?”

Miguel just came out of a changing room at the opposite site of the fitness room. He now wears a tight, grey training outfit with a logo you never saw before. And he is not alone. Two guys, big and muscular in similar training clothes keep him company. You also notice they are both black like Miguel. You assume they are from security, but shouldn’t they be on guard or eating dinner with the other servants?

“Well, I wanted to check out this gym now that I’m allowed to use it,” you answer, “I didn’t knew it is so big. But I’m afraid I don’t have clothes for training.”

“Oh when it is only that, that’s not a problem,” Miguel answers smiling, “your father owns a lot of companies. Officially and unofficially. And one of them produces sport gear, training clothes, tricots and such stuff. They also sponsor some kind of junior league baseball team. However, in the dressing room you find around 50 packages with brand new sport clothes for guests. Just pick one in your size and join us.”

This indeed sounds nice. Especially since you don’t have any spare clothes. Quickly you head to the dressing room. There is only one for both genders and you get the feeling this is not a coincidence. You would bet your last money while you change at least one of the guys will come into because he >accidentally< forgot something important in his bag. There even is a shared shower next to the dressing room.

Just like Miguel said, training clothes packed in thin plastic bags lay on a table. You see all sizes from S to XXL for men and women in three different colors. There are also bottles with water and very small bottles with fluid soap for showering. Everything has the logo printed on, which you already saw at Miguel’s training clothes.

Since it is quite warm and sunny today, you decide to wear a sport bra and short pants that go not even half way to your knees. The clothes are quite tight for your usual size but not uncomfortable. You wonder if there are any less revealing training clothes but after all you know about the status of woman in this society you hardly believe so.

When you go back, Miguel and his friends are already busy training. Miguel lifts weights, one of his guys pulls himself up and down on a bar and the other man does pushups. When you walk past the one on the bar his concentration immediately leaves and he has to drop down. It’s quite obviously what he looked at.

“You look good,” one of the black guys remarked with a sleazy smile, “this outfit is … motivating.”

You ignore the comment and head over to Miguel who is lifting heavy weights on a bench. You start with a pair of dumbbells for warmup.

“Well, Miguel,” you start the conversation, “How is working for my father. He said you are his right hand. So I assume you are very powerful in his … business.”

“Indeed, I keep contact to our higher-ranking people on the street and keep an eye on deliveries and the flow of money,” Miguel says proud, “but you should talk with the boss about this. I’m not sure how deep he wants you involved in his business. Don’t get me wrong, you are much smarter and stronger than your brother William, but this is still a men’s world. I assume some of our guys would have trouble to follow you. At least at the beginning.”

“I’m sure I would earn their respect quite soon,” you reply, “but you are working for my father for a long time and I can tell he trusts you with important things. I’m sure you can tell me at least a few stories.”

“Well, I could tell you about …” Miguel says smiling but suddenly is interrupted by his mobile phone.

Grumbling he puts the weights back and picks up. you are not happy too, but act like you barely care.

“I’m busy, what’s up?” Miguel asks angry, “wait … what? Who did this? This fucking son of a bitch again? And the men? At least something. Don’t worry, I take care.”

Both you and the two black guys look up irritated. Miguel’s sudden outburst surprised everyone. And it doesn’t help that he quickly goes to the dressing room and changes. When he comes out he seems troubled.

“Guys, you have to finish training without me,” he quickly informs the two black guys, “show yourself from your best side as long as the girl is here. One complainment from her to the boss and you both should hope you can breathe under water. I have to deal with a problem.”

“The angel again, boss?” one of the guys ask carefully.

“Don’t call him an angel!” Miguel replies harsh, “he is a bastard from the gutter noting more. And when I get him in my hands, angles are the only things that can help him anymore.”

With this, Miguel leaves quickly and you stay with the two guys in the fitness studio. This was strange. What could cause so much trouble even a high-ranking mob member like Miguel gets so furious. This could be interesting or even important for your future. On the other hand, you don’t like the way the two guys look at you. They clearly want to have their way with you. But they don’t dare because of your status and Miguel’s warning. If you talk to them, who knows what they come up with.