Two different clients

The man looked down at his schedule still stunned. It had been over a month of not having a single client, but today he had two separate meetings. The first was a teenage boy named Melvin Grossman, and the second being a middle aged woman named Margret Pearson.

The man waited patiently until the clock struck eight; a young boy, no older than nineteen, entered his office. The teen had scraggly brown hair, and a large pair of glasses that magnified his eyes. He lacked any sort of muscle definition, and overall lived up to his last name.

"Hi you must be Mr.Gross..." the man started, before being interrupted by the teen.

"I'm sorry I don't mean to be rude, but I must know if this whole thing is real," Melvin said angrily. "It's just, I can't take it anymore; those fuckwads are the worst people imaginable."

"Relax sir, I assure you everything I promise is true. Just take a deep breath, hand me the pictures of your intended targets, and tell me your story," the man said calmly.

Melvin handed over a blue folder and began his tale. "Well I work at the Lifetime Fitness just down the road. Due to the gyms cost it tends to be filled with upper middle class individuals; most of whom tend to be very pleasant, and are truly trying to improve themselves. That is, except for those jerks," the teen paused pointing at the folder.

The man gave a nod, as he looked through the pictures.

"They are known around the gym as The Hateful Eight; we got the name from the movie, but it perfectly describes them. The group consists of four couples that come in together, and make the gym a living hell for everybody. They are actually trainers at the CrossFit on Gran and Central, but still tend to be at our gym all the time. Those assholes say they come for the extra amenities we provide, but it's clear they only come to show off their bodies and humiliate other hardworking individuals. They always complain about the gym's poor quality, yet never clean up, and overall treat the place like their own personal stomping ground. I need them to be taken down," Melvin finally finished.

"Well you came to the right place. Now tell me about the pictures," the man said displaying the photographs on the table.

"That's Emma Bradley and Ethan Tucker; although I believe they are now newly engaged. These two workout together with way too much PDA; always shoving their relationship in someone's face. If anybody ever dares to complain, they'll ridicule them for being alone or having a loveless marriage."

"That's Trisha Parker and Chaz Cooper. These two are as high maintenance as they come. Always complaining about something not meeting their standards. Also, our gym sometimes hires mentally handicap individuals for cleaning, and they complained about not wanting to be surrounded by drooling freaks."

"That's Carmella Brooks and Pete Owens. These two are the true definition of spoiled. They treat the gym like their own dumping ground; leaving garbage and weights everywhere. They demand special treatment, and always complain when our little deli can't handle their strict diets."

"Last but not least, Charlotte Goodwin and Cody McDonald. These two are the worst of the worst, as arrogant and vain as humanly possible. They flaunt their bodies then taunt any fat or scrawny individuals. I was actually cleaning in the corner when this selfie was taken. Cody saw me looking at Charlotte's ass, I was sporting a boner, so Cody broke my glasses. He then put me in a headlock, while Charlotte came over laughing and pulled my pants down."

Melvin paused looking up at the man. The teen was seething, his face bright red with anger. "I hate them all so much, and so does everyone else. They need to be humiliated in the worst way possible," the teen finished.

"Consider it done. They shall all be thoroughly punished within the week. I will provide you with videos, which you can do with as you see fit," the man said. "Now I have another appointment, so thank you for your time. You will be a happy man very soon."

"No, thank you," Melvin said eagerly shaking the man's hand before leaving the room.

The man sat back on his chair, thinking about all the fun he was going to have, when a middle aged woman walked through the door. She was extremely overweight with long brunette hair.

"Ah you must be Mrs.Pearson, what can I do for you this morning," the man asked.

"Well my husband and I are members at the Lifetime Fitness down the street," the woman started.

The man laughed to himself, as Margret Pearson went on telling the story of The Hateful Eight. "Two clients wanting **** on the same targets; well they must be especially evil," the man thought to himself.

The woman finished her story before extracting the pictures from her purse.

"That's Emma Bradley and Ethan Tucker. When I complained about their excessive PDA, they told me it wasn't their fault my husband couldn't get it up to my frumpy body. I mean just look at them in this picture:"

"That's Trisha Parker and Chaz Cooper. She once screamed across the gym telling me and my husband to shower before our workouts, so we don't stink up the machines with our nasty bodies."

"That's Carmella Brooks and Pete Owens. These two constantly walk to the front of any line, and once demanded free massages for having to look at fat and ugly people all day."

"That's Charlotte Goodwin and Cody McDonald. These two might be the worst; thinking their shit doesn't stink, and always posing around the gym. I've been called every ugly insult in the book by this couple. Their favorite move is for Charlotte to do a sexual pose, and get some loser's attention i.e. my husband; before Cody comes over and intimidates the shit out of them."

The man gave Margret Pearson the same information he had given Melvin earlier in the day. She happily bounded out of the room with a huge smile on her face. The man just laughed barely able to contain his excitement.