Note:
A woman can wear whatever she wants and should be free from the threat of being raped. Carry on.
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*****
Monday it was
HU$TLE THE MU$CLE
.
Wednesday it was
GLUTES THAT SALUTE
.
Friday it was
I'M WEARING TOO MUCH FABRIC
.
These were the annoying slogans that Tina -- the newest member of the gym -- wore across her ass this week. The teensy weensy boy shorts she wore had caused a couple of accidents already: Jim had been paying more attention to her than his weights, dropped them on his foot and sustained fractures so that he'd missed the marathon he'd been training to run for a year. Mike had been watching Tina so intently that he'd slipped in a puddle of his own sweat, hit his head on the floor, and had gotten a mild concussion.
Where did she think she was -- a Jennifer Nicole Lee workout video for fuck's sake? And she knew what she was doing -- getting the attention of every guy in the gym. She made sure to bend over extra low to show off her sizable tits, glistening from sweat. She made sure to spread her legs extra wide when she did squats, displaying the sweat--soaked, puffy crotch of those damn shorts. And she did push--ups with her ass in the air -- what the hell?? She did all this in front of the big bank of mirrored walls, often surreptitiously glancing up and smirking directly into Jake's eyes.
Jake had asked the manager to talk to her about it. Even after the two accidents that had already occurred the manager refused to even tell her to put some damn pants on. The manager was a rough old pervert and insisted if anyone was stupid and careless enough to have an accident staring at some chick's ass then that's what they deserved; It left the gym for people serious about fitness. The old perv would peek through the blinds of his office windows especially to watch her, where he usually sequestered himself in there, blinds closed, door locked, and refused to acknowledge any knocking.
Jake was pissed. His friends weren't careless or stupid. They were just red-blooded males. And, somewhere deep inside his rising anger, Jake just barely acknowledged that he was a red-blooded male, too, and wouldn't know so much about her showing off unless he was watching her himself.
Today, Sunday,
BIG FUN
nearly caused Jake to have an accident himself.
She was doing those push-ups with her ass in the air again. He was seated on a lat machine directly behind her and he could clearly see that this time she'd gotten her boy shorts a size too small: The crotch of the shorts she wore were soaked through and crowded in between the bald, plump, blushing lips of her pussy.
Jake was working the lat machine with extra zeal, glaring at her soaked pussy, trying to focus on anything but the throbbing hardness of his cock and the heaviness of his balls. His mind was bouncing between lust and guilt and anger over wanting to bang the chick who'd caused his friends' injuries. He was pulling at the lat machine harder every minute, dangerously so. He forced himself to look away but immediately felt his eyes drawn back to her damp, cursory hoochie shorts, completely displaying her glistening, pouting pussy lips ... And thought of his friends ... And --
He felt her eyes on him. He looked up into the mirror and found her smirking right at him ...
C L A N G!!!!
She startled and then froze, wide--eyed and no longer smiling.
Jake had abruptly let go of the lat machine's handles, causing 400lbs of weight to hit the floor. He was huffing and puffing deeply, just glaring at her in the mirror. She didn't move, frozen with her ass still stuck in the air. Jake imagined that she had just realized that they were completely alone in the gym ... with no one to stop him from working out a little frustration.
The manager had decided to go home early as his gout was acting up. He'd left with Jake, Tina, and a couple of other people in the gym, leaving Jake with the key. The other two guys had stopped by the lat machine long enough to murmur something about Jake being lucky and wishing him
BIG FUN
. Then they'd left -- leaving Jake and Tina alone together.
Silence reigned as Jake continued to glare into Tina's eyes. She sobered and began to rise from the floor.
Jake heard himself casually say, "You know, I like you where you are, Slut. Stay right in that position."
Her face immediately clouded with fury and she shouted, "
Who the fuck do you think you're talking to, Muscle Head?!!
"
Her scream bounced off the gym's concrete walls as Jake chuckled and started to rise from the lat machine's seat. Tina nimbly hopped up from the floor and whirled around, putting her hands on her hips. "I said who the fuck do you think you're talking to? Cuz you're not talking to m -- "
"Shut up." Jake strolled towards her and came to stand dangerously close in front of her. He crossed his arms, looking down at her, amused, but with a sharp edge of anger.
Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. She stood that way for several seconds, apparently struck dumb that someone would talk to her like this. She took a breath, her eyes filling with more fury, and was about to speak --
"I'm so sick of you, Slut. You prance around here like the show is all yours, wearing those ridiculous hoochie shorts. You probably know everybody has seen your pussy, right? You probably practice in the mirror to get your poses just righ
t
. Am I right?"
Her jaw snapped shut.
Jake laughed shortly. "Right. And I bet you've been called a slut before, too."
"I work
hard
for this body; I have a
right
to show it off. And I can see that big dick of yours about to poke me in the belly, Muscle Head; you must not mind my hoochie shorts
too
much." She ended smugly, "
Am I right?
"
Jake didn't like to be reminded of that. His dick and balls really were aching like all hell ...
And then he thought of his friends, injured because of this slut's shameless teasing. He suddenly didn't feel like laughing at her. He suddenly felt like fucking her brains out to show her what happens to a tease.
As this was all going through Jake's head it was also playing out across his face. Tina again realized they were completely alone in the gym. She also realized how thick the walls were and how isolated the gym's location really was. Any potential screams would go unheard and unanswered.
She backed away from Jake. "You know what? I don't have to take this shit off a muscle head like you. I'm outta here." Without thinking too deeply about it she turned her back on him.
This infuriated Jake.
His hands shot out and roughly gripped her by her upper arms. He yanked her back to his front, stabbing between her thighs with his hard-on. She squawked indignantly and struggled ineffectually against him, kicking up her knees and trying to jerk away from him. She only managed to rub the hot dampness between her legs back and forth against his dick. He felt a thrill of excitement that she struggled so hard and he held her so easily.
"
LET ME GO, YOU FUCKING
-- "
He pressed the side of his face to hers and hissed into her ear, "You're not going anywhere until I teach you a lesson,
Slut
."
Tina stopped struggling, caught on the hard look in his eyes reflected in the mirror. Tina raised a knee, about to slam her foot down onto his but Jake abruptly tossed her onto the bench next to them so her thighs were splayed open across it, her torso touching it, facing the mirror. Before she could regain her balance and raise up off the bench he was on top of her. This time with his dick nestled up between her ass cheeks. One of his giant hands was on her back, securely holding her down against the bench. She kept struggling and cursing him. He just kept his hand there and waited her out.
Tina was getting really alarmed. She was getting
really
turned on but she was also getting alarmed.
She'd wanted this guy to fuck her silly since laying eyes on him. But she didn't know him from Adam. He might actually
hurt
her but, as strong as she was, she would basically be helpless to do anything about it. She may have gotten herself into something she couldn't get out of ...
Still, her body was responding to the rough play, the struggling against him without being able to budge more than an inch, her pussy and breasts rubbing against the bench, and his hard cock pressing against her body ...
Tina eventually accepted squirming wasn't doing anything more than turning them both on. She stared at him in the mirror, silently fuming, waiting for him to make a move.
"That was cute. Are you done now?"
"FUCK YOU, MUSCLE HEAD!!"
He leaned forward, pressing her into the bench and thrusting his dick between her pussy and the bench. He said, "Nah. I'd rather fuck
you
, Slut." Tina felt his fingers brush her pussy. She was wriggling again, having some idea what he was intended to do.
Jake reached between them and yanked the tie of his shorts undone and pulled out his aching dick. He squeezed it further between her crotch and the bench, pushing back and forth, back and forth. This was rubbing maddeningly against Tina's clit and the sensitive lips of her pussy. She gasped, tensing up, pushing her hips down, trying to make the space between her mound and the bench too tight for his dick to keep driving her crazy. It only felt better to both of them. Tina was breathing hard into the bench having looked away from his eyes in the mirror to keep him from gaining satisfaction from her obvious arousal.
He said over her, "That's it, Slut. I know that feels good. You want some more?"
"Get the fuck
OFF ME
!"
"Nope. Not done yet." Jake reached between them and wrapped his fingers around the narrow crotch of her shorts. He yanked at them, not tearing them but stretching them out away from her pussy. He returned his hand to her pussy, felt the slipperiness there and rubbed his knuckles up and down her slit, pushing them in between her lips, brushing at the opening to her cunt, then finding her swollen clit and rubbing at it.
Tina shook and tried to pull away from the slow grinding of his knuckles. He pressed harder on her back making it even harder for her to move. "
Bastard!
