Ronald leaned against the front desk watching the shapely women workout with a savage lust in his eyes. In the seven years since he first took out a loan to open his own gym, the one perk that he still enjoyed was watching all of his female patrons in their skin tight body suits work up a sweat. The gym, which he personally ran along with his sister Monica, had become an overwhelming success for him. It was the perfect alternative to the larger health clubs that most people in Los Angeles preferred. He had used the club over the years to meet and bed many exotic women. Not that he had any problems getting women. Ronald was a 30 year old black Adonis who looked like he had been chiseled out of stone. Women just loved his body, especially his thick black cock.
As Ronald leaned against the counter watching the ladies do aerobics, his erection started to grow. Even though he had been with all kinds of women , he had always loved sex with white women. Growing up in the bad part of town, Ronald had always seen white women as snobs that wanted nothing to do with black men. He always loved the look of shock/lust when they first laid eyes on his huge, ebony monster. He always got that look too. Most of the women he had been with confessed that their husbands were considerably smaller than the nine inches that he was packing.
On this particular Friday, business was booming. The World Wrestling Federation was in town and a lot of the wrestlers liked to come into Ronald's gym to work out. He figured that he would be busy for the next 2 nights because the WWF was doing shows Friday and Saturday night at the Staples Center. Various wrestling superstars had come in during the day to work out. Ronald himself was a huge fan. It was a big thrill to host the wrestlers that he always watched on television.
Later in the evening before closing time, Ronald was prepared to make his end of the day run. He made sure that all of the weights and equipment was still in working order. Then he made the announcement that the gym would be closing in 45 minutes. Once he got everyone out of the building he usually checked the men's locker room to make sure that everything was still in good shape and Monica did the same thing with the women's locker room. However, on this particular night he had let Monica go home early because she wanted to go out with friends. He made his sister promise to take care of closing responsibilities the following night and she agreed.
Ronald sat at the front desk waiting for closing time. He was skimming through the sports section of the L.A. Times when he heard a sultry, southern accent.
"Can I get a locker?" the busty blonde that now stood before Ronald asked.
"Wait, I know you" Ronald paused. "You're Debra from the WWF right?"
Debra -Marshall-Williams, formerly known as Debra McMichael smiled and simply replied "that's me" not seeming to want to engage in any small chit chat.
"I watch you and Steve on television all of the time" he said with a smile.
Debra gave Ronald a half grin and said " I'm sorry to be pushy, but it's kind of late and I just want to get a workout and get back to my hotel room, so can I please get a locker?"
He was used to the upper class, pushy attitude, so it didn't really bother him. He handed her a key.
"Locker number 142, we close in 30 minutes" he said trying to remain polite.
As he watched her walk back to the locker room, Ronald noticed what great shape this woman's body was in. He could tell by the lines on her face that she was a little older than he was. She was probably in her late thirties, early forties he guessed. Her body was definitely one of the best he had ever laid eyes on though. He watched her curvy shape as she walked through the locker room entrance. The one thing that stood out about her was her legs. She had the most shapely, muscular thighs that he had ever seen on a woman. Not manly , just in really good shape and very nice looking. He started to sweat thinking about what those thighs would look like wrapped around his muscular, black frame.
When Debra emerged from the locker room the place was pretty much empty except for a couple of guys carrying on a conversation as they were heading to the front desk to turn in their locker keys. What Ronald saw made his heart skip a beat. Debra was wearing a low cut, skin tight body suit with a pair of biker shorts that were hugging her perfect ass. Ronald could not believe the body she had, especially for a woman her age.
As Debra walked over to him she said "this place always so empty?"
"It's 25 minutes before closing time on a Friday night" he replied.
"Well ,I wont be long" she said "I just wanted to get a light leg workout in before I go back to my hotel""
"Okay" he said, wondering why in the hell she thought that those legs needed working out.
Ronald watched from his desk as Debra set the weight limit on the leg press machine. As she clutched the grip and pushed forward with her legs he watched the way her body moved. She was unaware that he was watching her as she continued to push up with her legs, then relax. As he watched, Ronald started to wonder again what those muscular, white thighs would feel like around his strong, black body. He watched her cleavage and the sweat starting to drip between her perfect tits and wondered what his hands would look like wrapped around those perfect globes. He was lost in thought looking at this woman's body and as he looked up from her chest he noticed that she was staring right at him. He was embarrassed about getting caught, but he couldn't look away. She just stared at him with a look in her eyes as she continued to push the weights with her legs. Ronald couldn't tell if the smirk on her face represented anger, hate, disgust, or maybe he was imagining it, but he could have sworn that he saw lust in her eyes.
Soon Debra switched positions. She laid down flat on her stomach and started leg curls. As she lay on her stomach curling weights up with the backs of her ankles, Ronald now noticed her looking back to see if he was watching, which he was. He didn't really get a good look at her face when she turned her head. Maybe it was his imagination, but he could have sworn that he saw another smirk on her face when she realized that he was still watching her.
When Debra finished her leg curls Ronald looked at the clock.
"Five minutes till closing lady" he said. "You'd better go get dressed."
She smiled and answered "Okay, I'll be right out."
He watched Debra as she walked back to the locker room. She seemed to be shaking her ass a little more when she walked, like she knew he was watching her. He was sweating because she had gotten him so excited. All he could think about was those firm legs and that tight, sexy ass. What made him more excited was that Debra was one of those women from the south, Texas to be exact. She was married to one of the most famous rednecks in the world.
"Bitch probably hasn't even seen a black cock" he thought to himself.
What he wouldn't give to be her first though. Oh would he enjoy that! Ronald was lost in the fantasy of being with Debra when he happened to look up at the clock.
"Fifteen minutes past closing time" he thought, "where in the hell is that bitch?"
He decided to head towards the locker room to see what the hold up was.
Hanging around the entrance of the women's locker room, Ronald grew very impatient.
"Mrs. Williams" he called to no answer. Louder he called "Mrs. Williams" , still no answer.
He decided to take a few steps into the locker room to make sure that everything was okay. As he stood in the narrow hallway that led into the women's locker room, he heard a low, hissing sound that he had heard a million times before.
"Shit! The bitch is taking a shower!" he cursed under his breath.
Ronald started to turn around and go back out to his desk, pissed off that he wasn't going to get home until really late. Then the thought of Debra's body entered his mind. What it had looked like in the skin tight body suit, those thighs, that ass! He knew that he would get in big trouble if he got caught, but he had to see what her body looked like nude. It wasn't a choice anymore, the thought consumed him and he wasn't leaving that locker room until he saw it.
Peeking around the corner, Ronald's heart stopped for a second at what he saw. Debra was soaping herself up, running her soapy hands along the outline of her perfectly shaped breasts.
"Damn!" he thought, "those have to be the nicest titties I've ever seen!"
