Author's Note:
This story is a single chapter in my 'Pandora's Box' series. The main sexual themes of the series are breeding, impregnation, and pregnancy risk, which feature heavily as a core part of the narrative. A simplified summary of the series, along with a full list of chapters and the chronological order to read them in, can be found in my bio for those interested.
Comments, discussion, and constructive feedback are encouraged as always, and I hope you all enjoy!
The Gym Bunny
For the first time in four years, Daniella Cruz had gone to the gym during rush hour.
Every single cardio machine was occupied, from the ellipticals to the stationary bikes, with waiting lines starting to form at several of the more popular weight machines. The rhythmic thud of feet hitting treadmill belts formed a constant, humming backdrop, interspersed with the sharp, obtrusive clinks and heavy grunts of weights being lifted, dropped, and re-racked. High energy music pumped through the overhead speakers with a ringing echo, offering a theoretically motivational blend of electronic house and dance pop upon a sea of sweltering bodies.
Bright LED lights illuminated the vast room and its equipment from above. It felt oddly clinical to Dani, who much preferred the early morning light as it rose with the sun and filtered lazily through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The air was thick with the mingled aroma of sweat, deodorant, and the peculiarly pungent whiff of the rubber mats. For Dani it was a distraction -- she much preferred the freshness of an almost empty gym, lightly scented with disinfectant from the previous night's cleaning.
But for today only, on a warm and balmy Monday evening, Dani had pushed her preferences aside. It had been necessary to skip the final half of her evening lecture to arrive before the rush hour masses fully descended, but with the payoff of having the bulk of her workout done and dusted by the time the gym was stretching at the seams to accommodate people.
Today was Dani's favourite: 'legs, abs, and butt day'. Barbell squats, hip thrusts, Romanian deadlifts, leg raises, Russian twists, knee tucks, weighted planks, and calf raises, in that order; a variety of exercises designed to keep her legs sleek and muscular, her midriff toned and flat, and her ass firm and round.
Almost three days had passed since Dani's last trip to the gym -- more or less the entire weekend.
Far too long,
she thought to herself, as the tranquil focus that could only come from honing and perfecting one's body held her within its meditative embrace. Such slack and undisciplined behaviour, at least where her health and fitness were concerned, was certainly not a habit she wanted to fall into. Her body, after all, was a temple -- a sexy, hourglass-shaped temple -- and the last thing she wanted was for it to fall into disrepair.
Dani ducked out from under the barbell, her final set of calf raises finished. The pump of a completed gym workout surged through her body like a tidal wave, her muscles swollen and taut beneath her sun-kissed skin, which glowed with a thin sheen of perspiration. Her heavy breaths deepened, filling her lungs. The salty taste of her own sweat lingered upon her full lips.
As Dani un-racked the weights from the barbell, her gaze flicked towards a room on the far side of the gym floor. The High Energy Studio. The same room in which she and her roommate, Martine Ruiz, attended an hour-long yoga class every Saturday morning, 9:30 AM sharp, without fail.
At least, without fail until the Saturday just gone. Martine had owed somebody at work a favour, and backed out to cover their shift -- a half-decent excuse. As for Dani, her excuse was... well, she...
Dani's pussy pulsed insistently as her mind drifted into the steamy events that had characterised her weekend. She forcefully drove her attention back to the present, her breaths growing shallower as she squeezed her thighs together in an attempt to smother the sudden yearning between her legs.
Her eyes returned to the High Energy Studio. Muffled forms moved behind frosted glass and, on the other side, all that could be heard was the thumping beat of a fast-paced 90s dance track, punctuated on occasion by the muffled tone of a deep male voice shouting encouragement. Dani paused to check the time on her phone. 6:10 PM. Her stomach whirled with butterflies, pivoting behind her navel.
Five minutes to go.
With time to kill, and keen to take her mind off the things she had both done and still planned to do, Dani headed over to a rack of kettlebells. Ordinarily, she finished her lower body workout with some light cardio on the stair climber machines. But by now, they were all -- somewhat predictably -- occupied. The queues were getting longer, the gym still fuller by the minute. How so many people put up with this after a long day at work, week after week, Dani had no idea.
Besides, there was no need to tire herself out now. That would come later. If everything went to plan, of course.
Dani carried a kettlebell to a spare mat next to the power racks. As she set it down, a growling, strained snort caught her attention. A man, newly arrived on one of the neighbouring racks, was effortlessly pounding pull-up after pull-up, releasing a mechanical grunt at the apex of his every upswing. His ebony skin shimmered with sweat, drawn over a wiry frame that stirred with power within the strapping sinews, his laboured breaths giving rise to all sorts of debauched notions in Dani's mind as she paused to watch, wide-eyed and enthralled.
After performing the final movement, the man dropped down and clapped his hands together in bullish self-congratulation, before casting his eyes across the room to see if anyone had witnessed him in all his gruelling glory. It was a matter of seconds before his eyes met Dani's, and he gifted her immediately with a lopsided smile and a boyish wink.
Most men in the gym, regardless of the time of day, tended to only sneak glances at her, or stare until she caught them in the act. Dani knew that, if nothing else, the unspoken rules of gym etiquette were usually enough to stop them from openly checking her out, let alone approaching her. But, every so often, there was a meathead or two that hadn't read the memo.
She smiled back, a tad more enthusiastically than she had intended, her striking amber eyes sparked with a teasing glint that toed the line expertly and deliberately between interest and disinterest. He was handsome, there was no doubt about that.
Very
handsome. Dani's skin warmed, her nipples firming up against the fabric of her sports bra. With reddening cheeks, she realised they were going to be jutting through in full view of everyone if she wasn't careful.
At the same time, the urge to lean into it, and reward him for being so brazen, tugged at Dani like a persistent rip tide. She had pulled out all the stops today with her matching gym outfit, decked in her cutest emerald green sports bra and shorts set. Paired with her pretty white-and-pink trainers, and with her thick, loosely-curled chestnut hair bound into a long ponytail, Dani would have been irked if she
weren't
serving as a titillating distraction to the numerous men in attendance.
Pull-Up Guy stepped over to a second man, built bigger than a tank with a boulder of a chest and biceps lining his arms like a mountain range. He had just released a barbell stacked with weights after a fearsome set of deadlifts, and Pull-Up Guy gave him a light smack on the shoulder, the back of his hand bouncing off a vast pack of muscle. As soon as his friend looked up, he gestured at Dani. Neither made any effort to even hide their leering as their eyes shone with a predatory glare, reminiscent of a pair of ravenous dogs sighting a juicy cut of steak.
In an instant, Dani's nipples hardened to spearpoints, stabbing through her sports bra like the stems of ripe fruits begging to be plucked and tasted. Her pussy began to drool, dampening the fresh cotton of her panties, the third pair she had put on today. She tore her gaze from the two guys, bringing it back to the door of the High Energy Studio, and tensed up as she heard the lone male voice within bellow again, setting a racing pulse between her thighs.
It was almost time.
Dani had practically been in heat all day. Scratch that -- ever since last night, when she had decided upon her plan. Her Monday lectures, an abysmal stretch of seminars lasting from 9am to 6pm with few breaks between, had been even more unbearable to sit through than usual, surrounded as she had been by swaggering college guys and her frustratingly hot professor. Dani almost wished her grades were worse -- the old "seduce the teacher to pass the class" routine had seemed more and more appealing by the minute as she squirmed in her seat.
All of it had led to this moment, to her being here. All she had wanted, since waking up 10 hours earlier, was to be here.
Don't go through with it. It's a dumb fucking plan.
