Sanford arrives

With a bang the doors of the gym were kicked open by the leader of an entourage of 20 somethings much to the amusement of themselves and obvious annoyance of the rest of the staff, and working away with the 3 pound dumb bells (light enough to give her a bit of tone without bulk; afterall she needed to be flexible for both work and pleasure) off in the corner Carrie didn't even need to see Allan's motion to know which one was Sanford.

He was more or less what she'd pictured in her head based on the descriptions Allan and John had given her; He was barrel chested to be sure but it came across more like that sort of natural stockiness that some folks are born with rather then any real dedication to training or athleticism, and the way him and his 4 buddies moved around the equipment told her in short order that they had little idea of what it actually took to get anywhere other then sweaty and sore.

Casually putting the weights down, Carrie made her way past the various patrons who were working on their sets (with more then a few getting distracted by her; the print and fabric on her outfit accentuated her ass something fierce) headed for the juice bar at the far side to get something for herself. Said path would take her directly across Sanford's field of view of course who had been busy spotting for one of his buddies.

For his part Sanford watched this girl saunter across the floor; she was the only woman in the gym after all and that spandex left nothing to the imagination so either she was a moron or thirsty as fuck... and who was he to pass up such an easy opportunity at free pussy? Casually dumping the barbell he headed over to the bar.

Carrie had heard him coming up behind her, but was briefly surprised as one of his hands squeezed her ass as he leaned on the counter next to her. She didn't show it though, Just turning to look him directly in the eye, mild amusement in her eyes as she sipped at the smoothie.

"You're a new face" Sanford said with a toothy grin as he sized the girl up. Most bitches would have yelled or slapped him. Some of them would have melted in the presence of his sheer alpha male presence. But this girl was just staring at him, like she was studying him, looking for something...

Carrie waited a moment, taking Sanford and his supremely arrogant confidence in, This was clearly someone who'd never dealt with the consequences of anything a day in his life, and the hungry look in his eye told her that he'd have jumper her bones right there if he thought he could get away with it. Part of her tingled at the thought of just fucking in full view of everyone in the gym... but she wasn't going to make it that easy for him, casually responding "Must have just missed me; been working here for a few years, teaching Yoga."

"That's good, I like a girl who's flexible' he said without any possible confusion as to where this was going "Why don't we head back to my truck and I can put your skills to good use?"

Instead of answering directly Carrie reached under the counter of the bar and grabbed a pen and a note pad, which she pushed in front of him simply saying "Phone number" before going back to sipping her drink.

Sanford Just stared for a moment as he tried to digest what kind of girl he was dealing with; every experience he'd had up to this point should have had her either swooning, pissed or running, but here she was holding his gaze with a hint of... amusement? Curiosity? It took him a second to realize that whoever this yoga instructor was, she'd backheeled him, thrown him off with this whole neutral tone thing. This sensation of something new stirred something in him, but before just doing what he was told like a simp he figured he'd ask a question of his own.

"And why wouldn't you give me your number mystery lady?"

In one smooth motion Carrie leaned into Sanford, her breasts smooshed up against his sweat soaked tank top and she leaned up to whisper in his ear "You're going to give me yours, so I can figure out whether or not I'm going to fuck you." She said it as a simple statement of fact to him; it was clear he wasn't used to dealing with a woman who was confident and she knew on some basic level if she gave up control too fast, too early she was just going to be another notch on Sanford's bed post. Better to show him something new, someone who could match him if things were going to go the way she wanted.

Sanford knew on a base level that this was a challenge to him, an ultimatum that she wasn't going to back down from, and at the end of the day, what the fuck was a god damn number anyways? Whether she got his or he got hers it didn't matter the fucking phone was going to share the numbes anyways. And besides that, once he had her impaled on his cock he'd be able to fuck this stuck up crap out of her before tossing her to his boys.

Shrugging and going to the pad of paper, he casually wrote down his number even as carrie disengaged from him, Passing it over to her, carrie noted the ring on his finger briefly as she took it and headed for the yoga room deeper in the complex, her ass rolling inside of that spandex outfit with every step in a way she knew would have Sanford's eyes on lock.

The whole mood went sour though when Allan blocked his line of sight, an annoyed look in his eye as he said "Mr. Cross, For billionth time, I'm going to remind you that you can't just leave equipment laying around on the floor as it represents a trip hazard and monopolizes weights. Please: clean up after yourself."

Smirking Sanford looked at the annoying trainer who kept trying to give him trouble and knew immediately that this was some white knight shit that the guy was obviously trying to pull; he wondered what the look on his face would be if he sent him a video of him wrecking mystery girl's ass.

"Nah, I think I'll leave that to you. C'mon guys let's go" he said as he headed for his truck, a rather prodigious bulge in his sweatpants shamelessly visible to anyone who cared to look.