Determined to ruin Victoria’s day

Like most mornings, I make an early stop at the gym on my way to work to get pumped up for the day. My gym buddy isn’t here today, so I hit the weight machines.

I feel like doing upper body, so I sit at the inclined press and start doing my reps. When I start to fatigue, I conjure up images from the last time I saw Victoria to stoke my anger. She stands in front of my desk, wrapped in her air of unimpeachable authority, berating me for several things I did wrong the week before, all things that she appeared to think were acceptable at the time. Her haughty fucking face saying more than her words about how far below her I am.

I angrily pump out ten reps more than usual. I switch to a few more machines, thinking of a different time she cut me down with each one, oblivious to anyone else in the gym.

Victoria is a fitness freak herself, probably going to some exclusive gym full of private trainers. She probably goes more often than I make it to mine. What evil fuels her workouts? What does she wear while obsessively working out? She is vain enough and fashion-conscious enough that her outfits must be on-point at all times. She probably has a drawer full of Lululemon for every occasion. Tight, ass-hugging yoga pants that ride deeper into her ass crack with each squat, grunting erotically as she swings a kettlebell... over...and over...and over...

Fuck, I’m getting hard again.