Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25761 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25761 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
“Yeah, these shorts are great for working out. Less restrictive for easy movement. Your outfit is …”
She giggles.
“Too pink? Do I look like a strawberry popsicle?”
Chuckling, I shake my head.
“No, not at all. You look hot.”
She giggles too and the tinkling sound makes my heart do a little flip. I’m going to have to find more ways to make her smile like that because she’s so damn beautiful when she does.
“Thanks,” she says, pausing to run her eyes over me one last time. “You look pretty good yourself.”
I laugh and wave her towards the floor.
“Awesome. But are you ready to work out now?”
She looks around the room, taking it all in, and her smile falls a little.
“Well, sort of. I mean, I’m not really an athletic person, in case you couldn’t tell. I’m kind of a curvy girl and trust me, you don’t get these curves from working out. You get them from eating a lot.”
But then, a lush image of Chrissy nude invades my mind. She’s got her legs spread wide and those thighs are clamped like a vise on each side of my head as I eat her out. She’s rocking her hips to meet my movements and the bed frame’s practically coming loose from her violent bucking. I have to disagree with her assessment as “unathletic.”
“Oh, I think you’re more fit than you realize,” I say in a light tone. “Curves don’t negate athleticism, honey, and I appreciate you exactly the way you are. Come on,” I continue. “We’ll start with something easy.” We stroll over to a weighted leg press. “I know you can handle this because your thighs are powerful, honey. Come on, take a seat.”
She giggles as I help her get positioned. Once Chrissy’s set up, I adjust the weights to something appropriate. Then, I take a seat at the leg press machine across from her, which has the added bonus of allowing me to watch her thighs flex as she tentatively begins to heave. We settle into a nice rhythm as both of us work out.
“So,” she says conversationally, “you told me you used to be a professional wrestler. Or do you still wrestle? Sorry, I didn’t catch the tenses.”
I smile.
“I’m a former pro wrestler. I left the WWE a while back.”
She nods.
“But you still work out a lot?”
I grin.
“Yeah, because working out is important for a healthy life. I was into fitness well before joining World Wrestling Entertainment, so that’s been a constant.”
She nods, her thigh muscles bunching and squeezing deliciously under the skin-tight fabric.
“So, what was your favorite part about wrestling?”
I think for a moment.
“This sounds cheesy, but I think it was my time as the Hulk on American Gladiator.”
She giggles.
“Oh right! I haven’t gotten a chance to watch any of your old episodes yet.”
I grin.
“It’s kind of ridiculous. I wore a skin-tight, silver lamé gladiator outfit, and I had a huge two-sided club that I used to try and knock contestants down.”
She laughs.
“But how could they even face you? I mean, you’re super-athletic and utterly huge!”
I shrug and grin.
“Yeah, but contestants treat the obstacle course like a job. They actually work out for years in advance so that when they get to the tryouts, they’re in peak physical condition. And then when they actually get to compete on the show, it’s a huge deal. Almost like winning the lottery for them.”
Chrissy giggles and her breasts bounce a bit, distracting me momentarily.
“I can’t even imagine,” she murmurs. “Working out for years for a shot at the limelight.”
I grin.
“Yeah, it’s a funny thing. Most of the time, the contestants have ulterior motives. Quite a few are personal trainers, so being on American Gladiator will boost their business. Some of them even want to get into show business, so this is a stepping stone for them.”
Chrissy nods.
“Yeah, but aren’t they afraid of getting injured and then ruining that show business career?”
I shrug.
“My pole was padded, so it wasn’t going to really hurt them. And when I knocked them off the rope ladder or whatever they were crossing, they’d fall into a pool of water, or at least onto some huge padded blocks. It wasn’t so bad.”
She giggles.
“Was it fun knocking people off balance?”
I smile at her.
“Hell yeah! Plus, American Gladiator helped expose me to a wider audience. As a wrestler, only people who watched the WWE knew who I was, but American Gladiator was broadcast on network TV, so anyone could find the show.”
She giggles again.
“Yeah, I bet you have a lot of fans.”
Chrissy smiles once more, and automatically, I grin back as a warm feeling fills my chest. I’m beginning to think I could hang out with her like this all day, every day, and not get tired of it.
“Okay, enough about me though,” I chuckle. “I want to know about you. So spill, girlie.”