Chad, The Bull

You are Chad, heart- and pussy-breaker. Many are jealous of your life, but few are capable to live with such intensity. Yeah, you were born with a silver spoon in hand, but that does not mean you do not know the meaning of hard work. Tight, toned muscles are the result of years of focus and discipline, and charming your many conquests into your bed and onto your cock was not always easy. Sometimes it was, but some women were a bit more reticent.

You shake away the thoughts and memories, and squat for another set of deadlifts. As you rep out another set, the steel bar heavy in your hands, you hear the doors to the communal gym open. Putting down the barbell, you stand upright and look for the newcomer.

That's one of the other occupants, what was her name again?

As she walks closer, you make eye-contact and see a small shudder going through her body, as she bites her lip.

"Becky, right?" You ask

"U-uhm yeah, I'm Becky. A-and you're uum Chad, right?" She answers, her eyes flitting nervously across the room.

"Yeah" you reply, a quick smile playing on your lips before you continue "Glad that I still make enough impressions on the beauties that they remember my name. How are you doing?"

Those words see to elicit a reaction.

"I'm doing fine. I'm a bit stressed out so I thought that maybe working out would help. And you?" She asks.

"Oh the same. Well, not really." You reply. Pointing towards the barbell lying on the floor, you continue. "Only some simple stuff really. The real heavy stuff is troublesome when I'm pent up like this."

Her eyes jump towards the weights and go wide when she realizes how much you were lifting. She bites her lip and takes a step closer, her legs squeezing together as she subconsciously rubs her thighs together.

She wants it soo bad.

Standing so close, she really needs to look up to you, the difference in height now even more clear.

"I'm stressed, you're pent up, maybe we can work something out?" she asks.