Lost Angel (The List #1) (10 page)

I salute. “Yes Ma’am, understood. Kinky sex it
is. I’m no stranger to a vibrator but I’ve never considered using one with
somebody. Tell a lie, actually I have fantasied whilst using one, pretending
that some sex God was controlling it at the same time as me sucking him off.”
And out comes the snort I’ve been holding back. “I’d love to find somebody to
re-enact that badass vision with me.” Mmm that is definitely a fantasy worthy
of recreation in the flesh. “I’m not sure whether I prefer to be in control or be
controlled, you know. I think I have both sides within me, somewhere. Anyway, I
love it. I love this. I can’t believe what we’ve just written.” I take the notepad
off her lap and glance over the list. “And we get to go shopping too! We need
role play outfits, new sexy underwear—”

“—sex toys!” Will continues “And there’s no
time limit on this B, so there’s no expectation for you to rush out lucky
dipping every man in sight.”

“Lucky dipping?”

“Yeah, like pulling a bloke and then doing a
lucky dip out of the sexual things on your list! I don’t want this to be the
catalyst for creating some sex mad monster… O-or maybe I do! You could be my
little protégé.” We laugh and browse over the drunken scrawl together. I think
she notices my eyebrows arching higher as I read on. “Don’t worry, I’ll type
this up for you babe. We wouldn’t want you
accidentally
losing this
amazing ‘Fuck It’ list would we?”

It’s just gone 4am so we drag ourselves to bed
and I’m asleep in record time. Mind and body depleted.

11:17am

I’m becoming accustomed to a pain killer with
my breakfast in the mornings. My head isn’t as bad as I deserve so the water we
drank must’ve helped. Plus I think my body’s getting used to the increased
alcohol consumption by now. It’ll be aching for a detox soon.

After agreeing last night, I call Wills gym and
manage to book an induction with one of the personal trainers that she knows
for 1:15pm today. We’re going to go there before my 3pm spray tan appointment.

Whilst we nurse our heads over a coffee, Wills
shows me the coke stained ‘Fuck It’ list and we read over it. Now that we’re completely
sober it seems a lot more daunting than when we wrote it. After talking it over,
I acknowledge that I wouldn’t have suggested or agreed to anything that I
wasn’t curious about, whether drunk or not. So I surprise us both by deciding
that I’m still up for the challenge, playing into the hands of my wildly
competitive side. My life is desperate for an injection of positive changes and
I want to try and embrace any opportunities that come my way, especially if
they’re the sort of thing I’d usually shy away from.

Wills does her daily yoga and meditation
sessions and I jump in a long hot shower, exfoliating thoroughly in readiness
for my spray tan. I put on a cropped sports vest and matching shorts and we
grab a light bite for brunch, having slept in.

1:10pm

It’s just a fifteen minute drive to the gym and when we arrive, I’m totally
impressed. It’s a large attractive building with full length windows along the
frontage. There’s huge three dimensional green and grey numbers attached to the
wall above the entrance; ’24/7’. Another perk to the gyms facilities is the
fact that it’s open around the clock. Wills joined here a couple of years ago
and has often talked about a great circle of friends she has here, both with
and without benefits!

When we walk in, I fall in love with the place
at first sight. You can’t buy this kind of ambience. Wills sorts my visitors
pass and my eyes dart around taking it all in; white and chrome décor with
splashes of green, high ceilings enhance the vast open planned space. There’s a
health café in the foyer and I can see people enjoying smoothies and other
vibrantly coloured healthy lunches.

This is my kind of escape. The motivation in
the air makes me want to jump on the cross trainer and power out until I’m
exhausted and dripping with sweat. The air conditioning is great too.
Once we’re past the turnstiles, to the left are clearly defined sections with cardio
machines facing a wall of mirrors with plasma screens above, circuit training
machinery and an area with mats for floor work. There’s a wall of windows
opposite us. On the other side of the glass I can see a ‘lanes only’ swimming
pool and a smaller studio pool with what looks like an aqua aerobics class in
progress.

Wills introduces me to Shona, the personal
trainer, and leaves us to it whilst she goes for a quick workout. Shona looks
about mid 20’s, wearing the 24/7 green and grey tightass uniform and she has a distinctive
Scottish accent. I politely let her know that I don’t need demonstrations of
the equipment so I’d just like a tour. She seems happy with that and sets off to
show me around.

Aside from the café, gym and swimming pools
downstairs, there’s a corridor to the right of the turnstiles which we head
towards. There’s a couple of open offices on the right, then the corridor leads
down to segregated changing rooms on the left. Shona tells me that members are
given an access code for the changing rooms accordingly. To the right of the
corridor are private treatment rooms for sports massage, full body massage and some
beauty treatments that you can pre-book. Finally, at the bottom here, there’s a
lush sauna and a steam room, which are gender mixed.

I can’t help but fall more and more in love
with the place. Everything it offers is what I’d aspire to achieve if I managed
this gym. So as a customer I am in fitness heaven right now.

Shona leads me back down the corridor into the open plan gym and up a large
staircase to our right. Up here the entire floor is above the corridor we’ve
just been down and all of the rooms off it. So the ceilings aren’t as high but
there’s a nice row of treadmills on a mezzanine balcony overlooking the entire ground
floor. Adjacent to the treadmills there’s some cross trainers, which overlook
the swimming pools. This floor space is predominantly for free weights and
weights machines so I guess this is where the big guns and meatheads pump their
iron.

The surround sound background music is almost
drowned out completely with the sound of heavy weights thudding to the ground,
iron slabs clattering together on the machines, mixed with the testosterone-driven
masculine grunts coming from the free weights section. We walk further across
the floor, where the majority of space is occupied by two studio rooms. On
route I admire the glistening flesh on show. One guy is rhythmically pounding a
punching ball. Another is straddling a bench doing some strenuous seated
dumbbell curls. All I’m thinking now is how to plan my workouts so that I get a
decent view of all the action on offer upstairs and down. One thing’s for sure,
the motivational eye candy up here is certain to drive home some hardcore
workouts from me.

We reach the studios and I can see one is a typical
room for fitness classes. Shona tells me they do classes like pilates, yoga,
dance, step and aerobic. It has the usual wall of mirrors opposing a wall of
windows looking out to the gym and I can hear a vibrating bass coming from the
aerobic boxercise class that’s currently on.

The second studio room next door to it is
kitted out with fitted bikes for spin classes. It has a massive projector
screen on the back wall playing a cyclist simulation film that looks like it was
recorded from somebody’s handlebars. It has amazing scenic views from a
mountain road with the ocean in the distance. The room is decorated in complete
contrast to the rest of the gym. Instead of being light and spacious, it’s dark
and confined. Perhaps that helps you escape into the zone. Maybe I could exorcise
my spin class demons here – I wrote spin classes off after my first attempt a
couple of years ago because I struggled to get lost in it.
We walk back to the balcony and Shona is reeling off the spiel about 24/7 house
rules.

I spot Wills just below us downstairs, perched
on the leg press machine in the circuit area talking to a six foot something beast
in a 24/7 uniform. Who. Is. He?

One look is all it takes and everybody else in
the room blurs into the background. I subconsciously turn down Shona’s voice to
barely audible.

I can only see this guy’s profile but it’s more than enough to pique my
interest. It looks like he’d be more at home on my fantasy gladiator film set.
I would cast him as the most
formidable opponent,
wearing nothing but a
metal shoulder guard, shin and arm guards and a spars canvas loin cloth to
cover his impressive modesty.

Whilst conjuring up and practically treating
that image as foreplay, my eyes trace over his muscles. They’re mostly covered
but he’s undeniably solid. I greedily scan him over again and again. His smooth
milk chocolate skin being the canvass to some creative tattoos, just adding to
his infinite masculinity. He’s standing with his feet shoulder width apart and
his hands in his pockets. Then he takes them out and folds his arms across his gorgeous
chest whilst chatting and listening intently to Wills. How she can even string
a goddam sentence together is beyond me.

How is she not affected by him? I mean, look at
him. My eyes are having the time of their life and the rest of my body’s certainly
appreciating the view too. This man has obviously been naturally blessed with an
incredible frame and stature but that physique wasn’t handed to him on a plate.
You can only achieve that kind of awesomeness through pure grit and by being
extremely head strong. Evidently this is a massive turn on for me as my inner
goddesses are all,
without exception
, open mouthed and drooling!
I politely nod along to Shona but can only drag my eyes away for a second at a
time whilst I mentally urge the guy to turn around so I can rake him completely.

I can see from their body language that they’re
familiar with each other in a friends
without benefits
kind of way.
Although that might just be wishful thinking on my part, there’s definitely no
signs of flirting or awkwardness though.
At this point Wills must feel the heat of my stare and looks up at me. I flash
her a smile and try to telepathically—or maybe telepathetically—say
“Who the
fuck is he?”
She just returns my smile and gives me a wave but I can’t even
mime anything to her because my gladiator turns and looks at me too…

O.M.G.

Now I get to see him and boy do I see him.

I’m nailed to the spot, forced to hold my
breath, as if holding it will somehow hold his gaze too. His magical tropical
green—yes, green—eyes, penetrate my horny hazels for the first time. He is
heart-stoppingly handsome and facing me now. We are locked in a full-on facial stand-off.
He moves his hands back into his shorts pockets and I subtly release my held
breath.

My eyes soak in the rest of his body. He must
be about 190 pounds of raw, sculptured, toned sexiness and pure muscle. His
upper body is broad but not too much, then his waist comes in neatly. God, what
does he look like naked? Now I’m biting my lip, wishing it was his and somehow
wishing I really did have telepathic powers so he could see the scene I’ve set
with us in my dressing room—the film set will have to wait! My earlier images
have developed into full blown film footage and it’s just gone viral, all over
my body, notched up to XXX rating.

I can see tattoos on his fierce forearms and a
few on the sides of his calves. If only the men’s stupid uniforms were as tight
as the ladies.

Now I’m back up to his face. It’s even more captivating
than his body, which should be damn near impossible. Shaved grade one, chiselled
bone structure and then best of all—equally as enticing as his beautiful eyes—his
deliciously full lips. The most kissable lips I’ve ever seen, no exaggeration!
They look as though an artist has sketched them to perfection. I bet he could
give any conscious person the kiss of life and they’d feel more alive
afterwards.

Jeez, what is happening to me? Nobody has ever
had this effect on me before.
Dammit!
“Bethany… Bethany, hey…” Busted. Oh shit… Did Shona just roll her eyes at me?
“Sorry Shona, yeah, I was just thinking about fitting in some classes. Have you
got a schedule printout I could have please?”

Attention diverted, Shona takes me back
downstairs and I’m aware that Wills and my gladiator are intermittently
watching me descend whilst still talking. I try to elegantly glide down the
steps, which proves difficult in trainers so I settle for a little extra hip
action, smiling sweetly at Shona even though I’ve no idea what she’s talking
about. I don’t look directly at him, I’m just hoping I’m keeping his eyes
intrigued enough to be curious about me.

Chances of him being either married or attached
are high but I can’t ignore this foreign zing of energy echoing between us, or
at least it’s firing from me and ricocheting off his muscles straight back at
me to help me believe it’s reciprocated! I have never been this turned on by
somebody’s appearance alone; not my husband, not even half naked buffed
celebrities in films. This is something different, wonderfully different.
Thankfully we have to walk by them to get to the office so Shona can sign me
up. I breakaway my fake attention from Shona to tell Wills that we’re just
finishing up.
Completely unnecessary.
I feel his eyes all over me like
an airport body scanner, I feel naked. I look at him again as we near and his
eyes are caressing me. I don’t want them to stop. A shiver runs under my skin
and the closer proximity starts to make me feel flustered. I make a sterling
effort not to give too much away but the closer I get to him the sexual spark
just intensifies. I vaguely hear Shona ask him something and he answers her
without breaking eye contact with me. Can he feel it too? Is this one-sided?