The Matador and the Bull

Carrie was going through a series of stretches as she carefully rolled things through in her head; Sanford was in (at least for the moment) and that meant that she could keep working towards the goal. Everything about him told her that he wasn't used to having to work for things and that meant that pushing too hard too fast was going to just get him to throw in the towel. On the other hand if she gave in too fast she was bound to lose control and that was something she couldn't afford either.

No, she was going to have to work this just right; entice him, excite him, show him things he hadn't expierienced before... all to keep from losing it to that donkey dick he had hanging between his legs. Carrie wasn't a size queen, but it had been years since she'd had anything that big hammer her that hadn't come off an assembly line (Or a few vegetables... man that salad had been delicious... she really needed to see aboutt making another one with John again sometime). And she was addicted to new expieriences...

"Hey, you got a second Carrie?" asked rachel. One of the Office workes, she rarely came out to the gym facilities so if she was here, it meant that it was important.

"For you? Always beautiful" Carrie responded to her; Rachel was pushing 60 but time had been relatively kind to her; the grey in her blonde hair gave her the sort of natural two tone that some women would spend a small fortune to achieve, and the half rim glasses complimented a face filled with laugh lines from a life filled with joy.

"Someone up the totem poll wound up doing a last minute addition to you're class; I know you're full right now but well... they're apparently going to be here in a minute and there will be all kinds of drama-"

"It's fine Rachel, one more person isn't going to screw this up" Carrie said as women of all ages began filtering in; Teenagers, middle aged, rich and poor... she had no qualms about who joined or why. Still, she normally only got new people when people dropped out of the program and there was a wait list-

Ah, of course.

Sanford Came around the corner, his eyes roving over the plethora of women before locking his smug gaze with Carrie. Simply being in this wing of the complex for a guy was generally frowned upon by the staff and combined with the new edition the whole thing was a clear challenge to her authority and the game she was playing with him.

Carrie held his gaze for just a moment, silently acknowledging him before her view was disrupted by a nervous looking tall blonde women wearing some baggy gym clothes who he gave a loud slap on the ass to, causing several women to turn and stare at him before he turned around and walked away.

"Should I call someone" Rachel quietly whispered.

"He shouldn't be a problem." Carrie responded as she turned to the class, her mind already spinning with ideas...