"C'mon bitch! You can do this!" whispered Vanessa.
"You're almost there! Arrgghh...!!"
*Pant* *Pant*
She was gasping for breath as she pushed through the lactic acid built-up in her thighs to fight off exhaustion to finish the last six repetitions of her HIIT workout for the day; thrusters and burpees-over-barbell. She had three more reps of each exercise to go before completing.
As she jumped over the barbell for the final rep, Vanessa slumped to the ground in total exhaustion, panting heavily. She was sucking in the oxygen, as much as her lungs could draw.
It was one of those workouts she dreaded since she signed up for the gym about 6 months ago. Yet she loved the accomplishment and satisfaction of these intensive workouts. She did not care if she looked unfeminine with her legs splayed wide open on either side. Chalk prints dusted all over her black capri workout tights; the meshing along the sides gave a slight peek of her skin beneath while the matted shine along the outline extenuated her toned legs. She did not even realize the camel-toe formed at her crotch area that was visible to her workout peers.
Subconsciously, Vanessa had an inkling the guys in the gym were excited whenever some of the women showed up (herself included) because they got to see them in "action" in some of the uncharacteristic positions and movements; whether the women wore tights or booty shorts.
"Nice job, Vanessa!"
"Awesome!"
"Well done, Van!"
The rest of the participants came over and gave Vanessa high-fives and fist bumps while she laid on her back; her legs trembling and burning with fatigue. She was too tired to move.
She appreciated the comradery of her fellow gym participants but preferred their eye contacts instead of their not-so subtle ogling of her plump camel-toe.
It was another ten minutes before Vanessa regained her equanimity and sat up. Her heavy panting has now transitioned to a slower, controlled breathing. She struggled to stand on her fatigued legs, wobbling her way to the ladies' changing room to shower and get dressed for work.
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The sound of Jimmy Choo's black pointed-toe high heels clicked loudly on the hard floor as Vanessa hurried to board the train. Despite the tiring workout in the morning, she was still quick on her feet and managed to hop on just as the doors were closing.
Vanessa was huffing a little as she looked around to find a place to stand. Her eyes searched the carriage for a space as she pulled back a strand of her raven black hair; trimmed shorter to shoulder-length bob style. The change of hairstyle was not all that surprising, as women associated it with a fresh start or new beginning; and it was just that for Vanessa as well.
Since the carpool incident one and a half years ago, she had not uttered a word of her momentary "disappearance" to anyone. Her family members and fellow colleagues were worried sick when she did not turn up for work that fateful day and calls to her mobile went unanswered.
Twenty-four hours later, she showed up at the doorstep of her parent's apartment, looking disoriented and lost. No explanation. Thereafter, Vanessa quitted her job without serving notice, and spent much time with her family.
She had only moved back to her own apartment six months earlier, ready to commence another chapter of her life with a new found job and gym membership sign-up.
Vanessa relaxed a little knowing she would get to work on time. One of the gym members, Sam had delayed her a bit when she was taking her leave. At times, she wondered if Sam was watching her discreetly while she did her workouts since he would always position himself somewhere behind her during class.
Vanessa found a spot to stand; between two tall men. She reached up and grabbed the hand support above with her right hand for stability as the train lurched a little and sped through the tunnels.
Despite the lift from her heels, both men towered over her 5'2" petite frame. Vanessa clutched her bag with her free hand and kept her eyes on her pointed heels. She loved the way her Jimmy Choo's covered her nylon clad feet.
She inspected her outfit to make sure she was still impeccably neat and tidy; a one-piece V-neck maroon-red bodycon dress with ¾ long sleeves, and a tulip hem that barely covered her femininity. Her legs glazed in the sheer Wolfords pantyhose that gave her fair-skin sufficient tanning color and a lustre that glistened under the lights of the carriage. There was an upcoming company dinner event later in the evening and Vanessa figured there would be insufficient time to return home to change.
Any commuters with a keen eye were to scrutinize Vanessa's slender gams, they would notice the subtle darker welt area of the reinforced nylon exposed; unaware to her. Yet to the casual eyes of the majority of male observers, she was doing so on purpose. Her dressing seemed to signal an open invitation to potential predators.
Even in the throng of black, white and grey color hues among the commuters (mostly working professionals), Vanessa's maroon-red bodycon dress stood out and screamed for attention in the carriage.
There were passengers trying to steal glances at her every now and then, whenever their views were not obscured by the crowd around. In fact, these voyeurs were focused on catching glimpses of the dark welt reinforcement parted by the tulip hem that was enticingly hard to ignore.
The train made another stop and more commuters rushed in. Incoming passengers frantically groped and grabbed whatever supports their hands could reach as the train commenced to move again. The personal space on the train was next to zero and Vanessa could barely breath without her 33B breasts touching the back of the man in front of her.
She tried to step back but in doing so, almost trod on the man who was right behind her. She jumped, trying to avoid contact and accidentally pressed herself against the man in front. She pulled back quickly, however her tight round ass was pushed onto the crotch of the man behind her.
"Sorry..." she whispered in embarrassment and blushed.
The train stopped again and even more people pushed and shoved their way in. Vanessa was jostled several times. When every commuter had squeezed themselves inside the packed carriage, she found herself face to face with the man in front she had bumped into earlier.
Vanessa could not figure out when he had turned. She looked up at him; he was wearing a face mask and was looking down... but it was not at her face. She could tell from his gaze that his mind was undressing her. She looked away trying to ignore him.
Suddenly from behind her, she felt a hand close over her left buttock; checking and squeezing it, before pulling away. She looked over her shoulder at the man behind. He too, had a face mask on but was looking away.
She knew it must have been him!
"Probably just an accident."
