Eric
Ninety-nine percent of the time, women are nothing more to me than hot, wet holes to fuck.
But Kara…this girl has potential.
She’s blunt, rude, stubborn, and difficult—and I fucking like that. Means she’s not afraid to fight back.
I can’t even count how many women bow down right away when I so much as speak to them. I don’t even think anything of it anymore. It’s just the fucking norm at this point.
But not her. She’s challenging me and making me challenge her right back.
Well, Kara Gilmore…challenge fucking accepted.
Let’s be real: anything I compete in, I already know I’ll win.
It’s just the most probable fucking outcome.
But the fact that she tries anyway is satisfying. I like a woman with a little fight in her. Makes it all the more satisfying when I finally do win out and bend her to my will.
What other men might see as too intimidating just gets my blood running. That level of not-so-blind confidence and stubborn pigheadedness is what earned me my empire in the first place.
I can see myself in this woman. In many, many different ways, if you catch my drift.
Chase is eyeing Kara hard, too. He’s thinking the same thoughts I am. I can see it on his face.
He’s fucking her with his eyes right this second, and I can’t even blame him. I’ve already thought about getting her on my cock a more than few times myself and we’ve only just met.
Chase and I have similar tastes—we have from the start. It’s part of why we’re such good business partners and definitely why we’ve been friends as long as we have.
If he wants to fuck her, too, I’m game. We can just dick her down twice as hard. That would suit a woman like Kara just fine, I bet.
Someone needs show this little slice the kind of men who she’s privileged to fuck.
Chase and I have plowed plenty of women together, but I have a feeling that Kara’s hot little cunt would be an experience, even for us.
That attitude. That determination to be the best. That stubborn fucking mindset.
With a little effort, we can take her, break her, and force her to submit.
She’s fought and argued with us on every machine so far today. The rowing machine, the bench press, dumbbells, squats.
If we’ve been on it, she’s challenged it. And she’s exhausted from it. She just won’t dare admit it.
I glance out the window; the sun has already set.
Fuck.
What time is it? I pull my wrist up to my chest and check my Fitbit. While my heart rate is spectacular and my steps are up to par, I notice the battery is getting low on it. I fidget with it and see the time.
It’s seven thirty already. We’ve been here for hours, teaching Kara about this equipment. We’ve been so fixated on the way she moves her svelte little body, we actually lost track of time.
As I sit flabbergasted that this girl had our attention for this long, a loud grumble comes from my stomach. I slap my rock-hard abs and look over to Chase and Kara.
Perfect segue.
“I’m starving,” I announce to them.
“Shit, man. I am, too,” Chase returns.
There’s a gleam in his eye. He turns his face to Kara and gestures at her.
“Want to join us for a post-workout meal? There’s a private chef in the kitchen upstairs—keto, vegan, whatever you’re into, he does it.”
That sly bastard. Trying to sneak her up to our office for a post-workout workout. I couldn’t be prouder to call him my best friend.
I can see Kara considering it. Mulling it over behind those pretty blue eyes.
“As generous as that is, I’m going to have to pass,” Kara says.
Dammit. Come on.
“How about a big salad from the bistro down the street?” I chime in.
Call me crazy, but I don’t want this bitch to leave just yet. I’m way too invested in her.
Too curious about her.
“You’ve burned too many calories here today—gotta refuel if you want to do this right.”
I see her bite her pillowy lower lip in consternation, twisting it beneath her teeth as she fights the idea.
“I really need to be getting back to my house,” she finally says. “I left my best friend there alone—and I promised I’d spend some time with her today—and I don’t want to be up too late with her since I have to work tomorrow…but you didn’t need to know all that. I really appreciated this little lesson here today. I learned a lot.”
Little lesson? I’d hope she took away more than just weightlifting from the entire fucking afternoon.
Kara grabs her bag and water bottle and starts to walk towards the locker room.
“Hey,” I shout. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“I’m going to get changed and…leave?” she responds, a slight note of concern in her voice.
She’s already being defensive of her choice. That’s fucking adorable.
“You need to stretch first,” says Chase, stealing the words right out of my mouth. “Gotta cool your muscles down. It helps with the recovery process.”
“Oh,” Kara says, blushing again.
She’s fucking cute when she blushes. Bright pink at the tip of her nose and in the apples of her cheeks.
Seeing her acknowledge that we’re right, watching her following our orders—it’s fucking hot. I don’t know which I like better at this point: when she listens or when she doesn‘t.
So far, I can’t tell which way her response is going to go. It’s a fun little guessing game Chase and I get to play in our heads: will Kara obey or do we need to put her in her place?
We show her a few basic stretches to relax her muscles, but I know Chase is doing the exact same thing I am while we do it.
We’re staring at her hot little body, studying her physique as it’s pulled and pushed in whatever direction we want it to go.
Lots of people come into our gym trying to go from a four to a five, or a six to a seven.
This bitch is a ten from the fucking get-go.
“That should do it,” Chase relents to her. “You need to do that after every workout. And next time you’re here, we can show you the kinds of stretches you need to do for a warm up. You’ll be back tomorrow at, say…6:00 a.m. sharp.”
He’s only half-kidding.
“Haha. Right. We’ll see,” she laughs as she starts to walk away again.
“Kara,” I call after her. She turns around and stands, waiting for my next spiel, her head tilted to the side and her eyes rolled. She’s growing impatient.
That only makes me harder.
“Yes?” she asks in a short tone.
“If you won’t eat with us, at least have a protein shake before you go. It’s vital you nourish your body after a long workout like this. Extra protein is the best way to repair muscles,” I explain.
“I don’t really feel like buying that Muscle Milk shit here. I’ll eat at home. Promise.” She punctuates that statement with a sexy little wink. I have a resting heart rate of 35 bpm and even I can feel my heart skip a beat.
“Fuck Muscle Milk. This is better. Company brand—this one’s on us.”
I turn to the Protein Plus fridge a few feet away, grabbing a cold bottle of the improved-recipe stuff out of it.
Two Girls One Cupcake. Our taste testers fucking love this one…or at least, they do now that it has the new Protein Plus special ingredient inside. I hand it over to her and watch as she scrutinizes the label.
“Interesting name,” she remarks snarkily, unscrewing the cap. “But I do like the packaging.”
She brings the open container up to her nose and sniffs it.
My cock is rock hard in anticipation. Chase is damn near salivating, too. We both know what’s inside these things.
It’s right there on the label: MAY CONTAIN BILLIONAIRE CUM.
We know what Kara’s about to drink. Question is…does she?
She brings the bottle to her lips and tilts it up. The thick, creamy shake enters her mouth, pouring over her tongue.
She tilts it back down and swishes the liquid around in her mouth. She raises her eyebrows as she swallows it in a big GULP.
A huge weight lifts off my shoulders as she tastes the drink. I look over at Chase and we exchange a quick smile before returning our attention to her. She lowers the bottle and licks her lips.
“That’s too fucking good,” she exclaims. “Like, there’s no way this is actually good for me…oh my god, I don’t even care if it’s not.”
She takes a second swig. And a third.
Taking all of that thick, creamy, protein-filled goodness down her slutty little throat.
“Don’t tell the rest of the world, but there’s a secret ingredient,” I admit.
“I’m sure there is. It’s probably like guarana or mung beans or some shit, right?”
“Something like that, yeah,” I confirm. I don’t want to spoil the surprise just yet. I’m getting too much enjoyment watching this chick drink my cum.
Kara isn’t the typical little cardio bunny that hops in and out of here. She went straight for the weights. She didn’t want our help at first, even seeing how attractive we are.
She’s complex, and she’s able to think for herself. And it’s not often I have to work to get a laugh out of someone. Usually, women want so badly for me to like them that they pander to me.
It’s literally no work at all getting a girl into bed with me. But Kara all day has been constant effort.
And she’s quick. I can’t say something snippy at her without her being ready to snap back at me. It’s refreshing to meet someone who can keep up with us. And so, so rare.
I watch Kara as she chugs the remainder of the shake. She fucking loved it. Every delicious drop.
And why wouldn’t she? It’s got the best of the best ingredients hidden inside.
She replaces the cap on the bottle and grabs her bag. She tosses the bottle into a nearby trashcan.
“Well, boys, it’s been fun. But I need to take a shower and head home,” she says.
She gives us a quick wave and turns to head for the locker room.
Chase and I watch her shapely ass walk away through those thin, almost sheer leggings, and we laugh as we see where she’s walking to.
Again, the blind confidence of this woman is remarkable and absolutely noteworthy. I’m ready to take this chick on.
“Should we warn her?” Chase asks.
“She’ll figure it out soon enough,” I laugh.
We stand there for a moment more, just watching her walk away. Right out of the main area of the gym…
And right into the men’s locker room.