Jay hopped into his Jeep Cherokee and made his way towards the gym for his daily workout. He was still smiling from the long session of sex he had just had with Julie.
When he got to the gym, he grabbed his bag and made his way through the main entrance, past reception and into the main weight room. This was a nice gym, not some ratty old dungeon. There were big windows everywhere letting in light, and along the wall a long row of treadmills looking through the glass down onto the city street below; it was bright and clean. In the background was the sound of music and the distant clanging of weights typical of a gym.
As he approached the dumbbell rack, an attractive woman wearing tight spandex shorts with fake boobs gave him an admiring look; she was hot. Her eyes scanned his body first and then met his dark eyes. She flashed him the small, subtle smile that women use to let a man know that they’re interested but Jay didn’t give a damn. He had zero interest in other women. He was over the moon for Julie Koop and only Julie Koop. He no longer found other women attractive.
As he placed his gym bag down on the ground, getting ready for a hard set of dumbbell curls, he heard a familiar voice next to him.
“What’s up, Jay?”
It was his friend Kaden, one of the regulars at his local gym and a fellow personal trainer. He was a good guy and Jay liked him. Sometimes after a workout, they would hit up a local pub and have a few drinks.
“Hey Kaden, what’s up?” Jay replied.
“Not much. It’s leg day, so what can I say? Everyone hates training legs, right?”
Jay nodded in agreement.
“My day's off to a great fucking start. I just got back from pound town. Just spent the last hour hammering my girlfriend’s pussy,” Jay said.
Jay could be cocky and arrogant around other men, but had a sweeter disposition around women.
“Sweet! Are you still dating that girl with the big ass?” Kaden asked.
“Yeah. I can barely keep up with her, she’s horny as fuck, but I’ll die trying.”
Jay picked up a pair of forty-pound dumbbells from the rack and began performing a set of curls. His 18-inch biceps were looking good. He was wearing a tank top and his arms were on display for all to see. His triceps were bulging with the triangular shape that well-developed bodybuilders display on the back of their arms. His biceps were long, extending down from his shoulder to the elbow. When he flexed them, they contracted into a nice sexy peak that would drive any woman crazy with desire. He had a physique that would place very high in a bodybuilding contest.
Kaden didn’t interrupt Jay and let him finish his set. He watched Jay push through to the point of failure, that moment when another repetition is impossible. His intensity in the gym was admirable.
“So hey, did that girlfriend of yours ever get that little gambling problem of hers under control?” Kaden asked.
Jay looked slightly startled.
“What??” He asked.
“Julie Koop right?”
“Yeah…”
“She used to hang out at Cascades Casino a lot, quite the regular. Always had men throwing themselves at her. I doubt she’s ever paid for a drink in her life. I used to see her there all the time, used to sit with her at the Glacier Bar, she likes her tequila, that chick. Always the expensive stuff too. Personally, I fucking hate Patron.”
Jay stood listening to Kaden speak, feeling slightly miffed. He was waiting for Kaden to continue. Kaden was getting ready to perform some dumbbell curls as well. He grabbed a pair of thirty-five-pounders and placed them down on a bench in front of him.
Kaden continued, “In the end though, she cut herself off, she self-excluded which was probably a good thing considering how much cash she used to throw down at the roulette table, you know I always wondered where she got her money.”
“How do you know her?” Jay asked.
“I used to work with her at the Hook And Ladder Pub, I was bartending and she was a server there at the time. Good one too!”
Kaden picked up the dumbbells that he had placed on the bench, banged out a hard set of dumbbell curls and placed the dumbbells back down.
Jay was standing with a blank expression and staring off into space. He looked deep in thought. Julie had never told him much about her past, and up until this point in time, he didn’t care. He always believed that somebody’s past was in the past, but for some reason, this news was bothering him. He had lost interest in his workout.
“A heavy gambler, huh?” Jay said quietly.
“Seemed like it. We’d go to the casino after a shift at the Pub, we always had a good time, but she threw the cash around.”
Jay suddenly changed the subject.
“Are you still dating that crazy little blonde?” he asked Kaden.
“Nope. Too crazy for me, brother. She wanted to peg me, man. You know what that is, right? It’s when a chick wants to bang you in the ass with one of those big strap-on dick things. Your worst nightmare, right?”
Jay laughed instinctively, but his mood had changed. His newfound knowledge about Julie’s past gambling problem had rattled him.
“No, my worst nightmare is waking up without my penis.”
Kaden had a good laugh.
“Fine then, your second-worst nightmare.”
Jay had completely lost his desire for conversation and his workout. He grabbed his gym bag and gave Kaden a fist bump.
“It was good to see you again, bro.”
And with that, Jay abandoned his workout and left the gym.
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When Brad got home from work, he was happy to see Julie’s red Mustang sitting in his driveway. He had no problem at all with Julie letting herself in whenever she liked, that’s why he had given her a key.
At thirty-eight-years old, Brad Rossi had a net worth of ten million dollars from a construction company he and a friend started when they were twenty-one-years old. Brad was a hard-working man, and as a result, he owned a large, beautiful house and a small fleet of expensive vehicles. He lived alone and loved it. He had no desire to marry or have children.
He opened the massive double oak doors to his home, walking across the marble floor of the foyer. He passed through the large, spacious kitchen and made his way onto the back patio where the pool was. The first thing he saw was Julie Koop suntanning in a blue thong bikini. The warm sun had caused her to doze off, so Brad stood admiring her for just a moment or two.
First, he admired her bronze skin, which was getting darker and darker as spring progressed. Julie had some Latin blood in her family, and because of that, she tanned extremely quickly. Usually by late summer her skin was so dark that she almost looked African-American, except of course for the blue eyes.