Kara
I can’t believe how many people are still showing me support after I posted that selfie yesterday. Every time I think the likes and comments might stop coming in…my phone buzzes again with a new notification. At this rate, I could use the fucking thing as a vibrator.
It would give a whole new meaning to getting off on social media, at any rate.
Posting pictures of a thinner me is still difficult. It makes me feel like I’m cheating the people who used to think of me as a plus-sized role model.
But at the same time, promoting a healthier, happier me is a good thing. Everyone is comfortable at different places and sizes—and this is the size that I’m comfortable at right now. I don’t feel like that’s a bad message to send.
Regardless, the ratio of bad and good comments that came about from my post show that the vast majority of my fans still support the shit out of me, and that’s just awesome.
I feel like I could climb a mountain―riding this high of overwhelming support from them as my source of energy―and I’d make it to the top. No questions asked.
I grab a wash cloth and some exfoliating scrub to clean my face before I head off to the gym. I think taking care of your skin before and after a workout is important. I can’t afford any blemishes with my recent spike in attention, and keeping my face acne-free has become pretty much effortless since I stopped eating the nutritional equivalent of garbage.
Not to mention I’d probably focus more on that than my workout if that happened. I’d be concerned that my flaws were all that Chase and Eric would be looking at. With those two in mind, I’ll be deep cleaning my skin day and night if that’s what it takes.
I grab a towel and blot my face after I rinse the exfoliant from it. Once I’m nice and dry, I hang the towel and make my way over to my dresser.
I pull out my underwear drawer and find a pair of whoops, I’m accidentally sexy panties. They are low cut in the front and tastefully revealing in the back, so my shapely ass will show well through my leggings.
I grab a couple of socks, not bothering to match them, because really, who has time for that? I find a good pair of calf-length leggings and a black sports bra. Aaaand a cut-off crop top, because why the hell not?
For once, I don’t even have to feel uncomfortable about rocking it.
I assemble my look and take a step back to examine myself in the mirror. I look adorable, fuckable, and totally ready to work up a sweat.
I leave my room and walk out to my living room. I see a pretty decent-sized stack of mail sitting on my coffee table and decide I should probably look it over before Lucy swats it around.
I have a system for sorting my mail.
Bills are trash. I pay everything online.
Ads are trash. I look up everything online.
Credit card offers are trash. The APRs on anything pre-approved are terrible.
And then I come to a hand-written letter with no return address.
It’s a peculiar little envelope. The base color is an off white, and there’s a lace pattern embossed into the paper. I quickly flip it over and peel the adhesive away.
I’d believe it was a mystery, but considering my history with strange, unmarked envelopes…I can take a fucking guess.
Inside, I find a small, hand-written letter from none other than Evian Sprague, my former bitch of a boss at Gilded Lily.
These fucking bullying tactics are getting really old. All of her letters say the same thing in different words. As usual, she’s upset that I bounced back from being at the bottom when I got fired.
Also enclosed with the letter is a photoshopped picture of me. The selfie I posted yesterday, at that. I’m painted up to be over three hundred pounds again, and with a chocolate sauce mustache to boot.
I wonder if she could be any more passive-aggressive and any less original. I roll my eyes as I toss her little love note into the trash with the rest of the junk.
I give Lucy a short scratch under her chin before heading out the door. I lock the deadbolt on my way out, and head down the stairs, which is a much easier task tonight than it was yesterday. Phew.
I start to feel my stomach churning as I get to my car. With everything that happened yesterday, I should be nervous right now.
But I’m not. I have butterflies because I’m so fucking excited to be at the gym with Chase and Eric again.
I didn’t exchange numbers with either of them, so I’ve had no communication at all since I left Power Plus. Flashes of our shower roll through my head as I’m driving up to the building.
God, I’m not even at the gym yet, and I’m already sweating.
As I get out of my car, I grab my gym bag and make my way through the doors.
With each step, I notice I’m more and more slippery fucking wet between the legs just waiting to see the two of them.
I need to get it together.
These guys are hot. They’re uninhibited. They’ve got the muscles of a Greek sculpture and they’re hardly fucking shy about showing them off.
They probably fuck women in that shower together all the fucking time. I need to stop being so fucking obsessed over them—especially since I don’t even know what this is yet.
I feel like Pavlov’s dog, only instead of food and a bell, as soon as I enter the gym, I’m pooling in my panties. I’m not complaining whatsoever; it’s one hell of a motivator, if nothing else.
In my line of vision as soon as I walk in are Chase and Eric. I see Chase flash me an eager, sexy smile.
…mmm. That grin could hypnotize me into doing anything and everything for him. It’s fucking dangerous, a smile like that.
“Well well well,” Chase speaks up. “Look who made it in today.”
“Couldn’t stay away,” I respond. “I’m a gym addict now.”
“I wasn’t actually expecting to see you. Neither of us were, really,” continues Chase. “We gave you a run for your money yesterday. I wouldn’t have been surprised if you decided to stay home on the couch and ice those pretty thighs of yours.”
“My thighs aren’t all that needy of ice after all,” I tease. “Somehow, I’m not surprised to see you here, though. I have it in my head that you two just don’t ever leave.”
“You’re not exactly wrong.”
He’s looking even fucking hotter today. His hair is pushed back, with just the perfect amount of sweat beading across his forehead.
“Well then, I guess I always know where I can find you,” I playfully respond, in the subtlest sultry voice I can manifest.
I can see in the green of his eyes that he’s excited to see me again. I might be his Pavlov, because he’s salivating enough to have to swallow multiple times in our brief exchange.
He swallows again before he says something undoubtedly clever and charming back to me, but before he can, I feel big, strong hands at my waist.
Eric comes up behind me and lifts me right off the ground, effortlessly moving me out of the way. I yelp, and he quickly places me back to the floor, facing him.
“Hey there, beautiful,” he says, greeting me.
“Hello yourself, stranger,” I reply, grinning at him. He flashes me a smile, showing off those pearly white, perfectly straight teeth.
I admire the features of his face, giving him a seductive smile as I marvel to myself about how he just lifted me like I weighed nothing at all. It’s still ingrained in my brain to assume that someone that can pick me up has superhuman strength.
But then I realize I’m honestly a reasonable weight for anyone in here with experience to lift up like that now. For so long, no one would. No one could.
But now I’m suddenly a feather. It’s a really good thing.
Hell, with guns like that, he probably could have lifted me just the same at my previous weight.
“Here for a while, hot stuff?” Eric tilts his chin up in that cocky way I’ve noticed he does. He says it like he knows that he’s the kind of guy who can easily get away with calling women shit like that: hot stuff.
Admittedly, I blocked out my whole afternoon for this, but I wasn’t planning on being here long…unless another drool-worthy opportunity presented itself, of course.
My workout today won’t be quite so…intensive. I’m smiling, but my muscles are still so fucking sore from yesterday that I could cry attempting half of what we did on the equipment.
What we did in the shower, however, I’d absolutely be up for all over again. My limbs might be stiff and sore, but my pussy would be more than happy to go another round. They wouldn’t have to ask me twice.
“I don’t have much else going on today, actually. But I’m hoping to take it a little easier than before,” I explain.
“Oh, of course. I wouldn’t expect you to go half as hard as yesterday,” says Eric. A choir of angels sings a Hallelujah in the back of my mind as he speaks. “But since you’re here…”
“Big plans?” I ask, licking my lips like the greedy bitch I am.
“There’s something I want to show you upstairs. If you’re interested, of course,” answers Eric. Chase is standing next to him now, his arms crossed.
They’re both smiling at me. Their devilishly handsome looks and the sexual tension they’ve created already have my panties fucking drenched.
“What is it?” I ask. My hip is tilted to the side and my hand is clenching my gym bag. I’m playing coy with them, but my body language is betraying me with my every fucking move.
Fuck me, my body is broadcasting to them. Fuck me again like you did yesterday. I’m an addict now—gimme that cock, for fuck’s sake!
“It’s a bit of a surprise,” Eric replies, playing coy right back at me. God dammit. And all his body is broadcasting back to me is that he’s fucking sexy as ever, and I need to jump his bones ASAP.
“Is it your cock?” I ask, ditching the coy thing for a bolder approach. I stare right at his groin immediately after.
I swear, I can see the outline of their gorgeous dicks every time I allow myself to look. God bless whoever invented men’s gym shorts.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he says as he smirks and winks at me.
“You have no idea,” I say back.
“We have some idea.” Chase dips his lips to my ear and whispers the words. “If you lick your lips one more fucking time, I’m going to find a better use for that tongue.”
“Ladies first.” Eric motions me to start up the stairs.
Part of me wonders if he’s having me lead out of chivalry, or if he just wanted a good look at my ass as I climb the staircase. Either way, I’m cool with it.
Let him look.