An Entitled Favor

“Excuse me young man,” I hated being called that. “James, right?” I pretended not to hear her and kept packing with my back turned to her. “Do you mind handing me my shoes and socks from over there?” At this point I would’ve done anything to get her off my back, so I mumbled a quiet ‘sure’ and looked in front of me trying to find them. After a couple seconds without any luck, I turned around confused and said “I don’t see them here.”

“Well of course you don’t silly! They’re over there.” I saw her point to her right, to the far end of the room, where a pair of white trainers sat, almost 5 meters away from where we were at that point. I let out a soft chuckle expecting her request to be a joke, or maybe an excuse to talk to me. Hell, if she had put on a pouty face, bent down to show some cleavage, and said pretty please in a sexy voice, I would’ve run over to get her stuff. But she just stood there without changing her expression. Just one entitled smirk over her face.

Finally I spoke up after an awkward silence. “You’re kidding right?”

“Nope. I’m tired after yoga so I’m hoping you would be a good little boy and help me out here.”

That was it. I was no longer putting up with her crap. “Fuck you lady,” I said as I moved towards the door. But just before I could reach it, she ran over and blocked my way to the exit. She stood there with her hands on her hips, staring me down. I got my first good look at her then. 5’8, probably 145 pounds. Brown hair tied in a ponytail, wearing a black sports bra and matching yoga pants, as well as black nail polish on her hands and bare feet. She had some fat – and some hidden muscles - that gave her a somewhat curvy sexy milf look. I could have gawked at her for hours, but she was getting on my nerves at this point and this situation was becoming more ridiculous.

“Move over.”

“Nope. I asked nicely, so I’m not letting you go until you learn your place and do what you’re told.”

Holy shit. This woman was something else, and by something else I mean crazy. Did she really think she could stop me? Wanting nothing more to do with this, I just scooped her aside and threw her gently to the ground, before turning and walking away. Or at least I tried to. Before I got very far, I felt a weight descend onto my back. The bitch had jumped me! At first I didn’t take it seriously, but she was seriously heavy, especially after an hour of yoga when I was feeling pretty tired. One thing Judy knew how to do that I couldn’t for the life of me figure out is how to pace herself during practice. Because my ego **** me to be the very best in class, I always gave every move 110%. She didn’t. After every posture I could feel myself being winded and breathing heavily, while she barely ever broke a sweat. That stamina difference was biting me in the ass right now.