Gym Baddie.

I pant heavily, sweat dripping off my chin. When I signed up for these classes, I thought they would be more weight-lifting than anything else. I wet my lips and chug from my heavy water bottle. I let a deep, slow breathe out, grab my towel, I wipe my chest and glance down. Sweat disappears into my cleavage, and I steal a look at Brandon. The best part of my sessions with this man is the fact that he does it with me. I’m just a girl after all, and Erik encourages it… He’s so. Godamn. Delicious. That dark skin of his flexes when he shows me how to push the bar, when he uses the bottom of his shirt to wipe his own buildup of sweat off his face. The shape of his muscles directs my gaze right down to the shorts. I don’t care if he knows I look; he looks at me. Why do all men think I can’t tell... Erik and Sai are the same, their eyes always on my tits. I fucking love it. I always have. Brandon looks over, I don’t look away, I just smile.

“You alright, Vi?”
I nod confidently, sweat dripping off my eyebrow onto my cheek. “Another intense session. I love that you hit my muscles and make me sweat.”
He smirks. “To be fair, its a bit warmer in here today.”
I shrug. “It’s fine, It’s good to work out in different conditions, right?”

He nods and I subconsciously rub my thighs together as I get a peek at his V-lines, pulling my eyeline lower… Fuck, I can only imagine what he’s packing under those shorts. I have to be careful not to have my mouth water… I can’t wait to tell Erik about this.
“Speaking of different conditions, actually, do you want to do a cool down in the pool?”

–

Vi steps out of the shower, pressing a towel into her head as she dries her hair, getting the few spots left that the hairdryer left damp.
“So, apart from being forever horny, did anything happen between you two in the pool? Brandon seems pretty professional?”
She sighs and lies down on the bed next to me, “Yeah… He took his shirt off which was real nice.”
I roll my eyes and she giggles and puts her hand on my abs. “The view you give me is always the best, of course.”
“But, I mentioned that I was doing modelling and he just started asking all these social media questions.”
She throws her hands up, “I wanted to flirt! But, instead, he turned it into chatting about my social media presence and that social media is soooo important.”

“That’s… shocking.”
“I know! Turns out he’s studying social media marketing at our uni!”
“I’ve literally never seen him there?”
“He’s an online student.”
“But it turns out that he’s actually got an eye for this kinda thing, directing me and photo angles and lighting and stuff.” She grabs her phone and hands it over to me.

“He does the social media for Spades Side, he took some photos so I can capture the fitness crowd’”.
“Damn, babe. How long did you model for him? Gym gear and the pool? You made it sound like you didn’t get to flirt at all.” I laugh.
She giggles, “The pool ones were first, and then the others in the change room.”
“He was in the change rooms with you?’ I grin, my cock stirring slightly.

She pouts, “Yes, but I tried to tell him to come in and pick from a few options I had; he said he trusted my judgement."
“Why is he acting like you haven’t sucked him off.”
“Crude!” She slaps my arm but she shrugs in agreement.
I glance at the photos again, “Well, I reckon these will capture the fitness crowd for sure.”

“Fuck yeah.” She giggles and wraps an arm around me, cuddling closer.
“Wanna fuck?” She whispers in my ear.
“If I ever say no to that,” I say as I slip my fingers past her waistband. “Put me down.”
She giggles as her hands and their way beneath my shirt, her nails gliding across my chest, her lips finding my neck and leaving soft, wet kisses.