Fresh, dripping motivation.

The stress-free life of summer break, combined with the impending photoshoot session and what’s going to happen with Max, Vi and I… Vi was bit by the exercise bug and booked her next session with Brandon almost right after replying to Blake's email.

“Well, babe! If I’m actually going to be used to advertise clothing and fits. I need to tone up and look even sexier, right?”

Now, I found myself back at Spades Side gym, my gym tracking app ticking away as I make 0 progress on my workout split for the day, I watch as Vi bounces excitedtly in front of Brandon who nods along, I watch in bated breath as Vi turns around to bend over to grab something from her gym bag, Brandon leaning back slightly to get a better look at her round ass.

“Swimming is apparently really good for getting toned!”

She turns around and shows Brandon a modest bikini. Brandon cocks an eyebrow and points towards the stairs that lead to the pool.

“I’m pretty sure Spades Side has a pool… Maybe Brandon can give me a session in the pool!”

I’m still not sure if this was an excuse to tease Brandon more or a genuine desire to get more toned, probably a mix of both. The knot in my chest got tighter and tighter as we reached today. My fingers were cold as she yapped on the way here in the car. Now, I feel it straining, I feel like my heart is going to explode as I watch them head off to their respective change rooms.

I walk slowly on the treadmill. I feel like such a loser. I use the mirror in front of me to catch a glimpse of the open pool area. The building uses windows instead of walls, probably to ward off the temptation to be too naughty in the area. But Vi is naughty incarnate. I grip the handles on the treadmill as I watch Vi lean on the edge of the pool, the water rippling around her, the huge dark skinned man and his equally large hands holding her mid-riff as she kicks her legs. I cringe in desire when they go slightly out of view. I can see her shoulder dipping up and down, either some sort of lunge or squat… But Brandon is right next to her, the water droplets shining as they slide down his skin, I catch glimpses of Vi splashing, her breasts heaving with the effort of the workout or jiggling slightly with the movement of the water.

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She walks past me as I wait in the lobby of the gym, a quick whisper into my ear.

“I’m going to accidentally walk into the male change rooms.” She grins and slightly undoes the towel around her chest. She winks and skips off. I grip the edge of the table. Fuck, Vi... I can’t help but already picture her… held in his huge arms, her nails in his back as he carries her against the wall… her tight pussy…. Fuck. I glance in the direction of the change rooms.

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“Vi? What are you doing here?”

I look up from my phone. I can barely hide my grin as I take in his sculpted body. Fuck… I love Erik so much… My nipples tingle against the bikini material. Brandon is so fucking ripped… Max, Trev and Erik are all toned guys, but holy shit… The desire deep within my chest throbs as I watch Brandon look at me, dumfounded, but I see his eyes shift when he realises my towel is in my hands, and not around my body. I glance down as the tight briefs twitch, I feel myself shuddering at the effect I have on this man.. The effect I have on all men.

“Shit! Brandon!” I drop the towel in 'shock', “This is so embarrassing!”

I stand staring at him; he probably thinks it’s a ‘deer in headlights’ response. I can’t help but bite my lip as he stares at me back, his eyes on my body again. Just like they always are. Men think we don’t notice, but we do. And I fucking love it. The bulge in his briefs twitches again. I hope he never remembers that he’s in nothing but underwear. I let my eyes wander, those perfect, round shoulders, the slight movement of his chest as he breathes heavily, enamoured by all the woman that stands in front of him. That impossible torso he has, I have to hold back the drool… I’ve only managed to graze them… I want to put my hands against him… I want to feel his chest against mine... Pinning me down... Holding my arms above my head.... I hope he can see how much I'm dripping below my bikini...

“Sorry again!” I bend over, arching my back, giving him a good view down my bikini. “I’m truly an iPad baby, I should look up from my phone more, huh?”

I bend up and smile at him, his hands hanging dumbly by his side… Fuck I want them to be squeezing me.

“Wow, I can really see why you’re a coach, Brandon.” I wink at him… God, please flirt back with me. It’s not like he wasn’t shirtless that entire time, please, Brandon… don’t be professional.

“Thanks Vi...” He murmurs, eyes still on me, and a pang of disappointment hits me.

“You’ve toned up a lot, haven't you?”

Hope flares within me. I take a step closer. I hold up my arm and bend, doing my best to flex my bicep. “I have a great coach. Come, feel!” I beckon him closer, my heart thumps as he does, still, nothing but briefs, I can see the outline of his cock starting to emerge as his rough hands caress my bicep.

“Product of hard work, huh?” He chuckles.

I take a wild swing and press my hand against his abs. My pussy is fucking melting from the warmth. “How long until I get abs like this, coach?”

“I’ll get you there, Vi...” He murmurs again, his hands leaving my arm.

“Promise?” I ask innocently, my eyes dropping to the quickly hardening cock in his pants. I lick my lips hungrily… He’s not fully hard… He’s almost the same size as Max and Erik already…

“Of course.” He takes a step back. “Now you should leave.” The spell breaks, and he grabs a towel and wraps it around his waist, taking away the prize I want so badly.

“Oh yes… Of course.” I smile, playing the good girl card. “I hope you’ll check on my physique process again soon, coach.” I turn on my heel and skip out.