WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction. The events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the people, places etc depicted or referenced within. Fantasy is legal. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in your current country of residence. All characters depicted in this fiction are over 18 years of age. I do not own Lindsey Pelas or any other current/former influencers, models or celebrities etc.
Starring: Lindsey Pelas (Glamour model, influencer)
Full Body Workout: Lindsey Pelas
An erotic fan-fiction story.
Written by DaxG2001
Codes: Cons, MF, MMF, oral.
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"Well well, I'll be damned..." The mature man said, walking in the front sliding doors of the Gym. "My boy is actually up front, doing his darn job for once!" He said with a sly, but teasing tone. Not exactly dressed for a workout with the casual shirt and pants he had on.
"And you actually stopped by the business you're supposed to be running for once, Dad!" The younger man, who indeed bore a striking resemblance to the older one said. "What, did the golf club run out of balls for once?" He joked back as he stood up straight from behind the front counter. Clad in a more expected for an American-style gym set of loose shorts and a snug, sleeveless top.
"Very good, kid... And how exactly has been business then, since you know so much about it?" Theodore Moore, otherwise known as just Theo for short or 'Teddy' to his friends, asked as he went to the desk.
"Business has been... Well, I want to say snail-like but that would be an insult to animals with how slow it's been..." His son Samson, aka 'Sammy' or plain old Sam, responded with a grumble in his tone.
"I was sort of hoping for a different answer, kid... But then we'd both be lying to each other and ourselves." Theodore stated with a sigh. Leaning against the counter. "The accountant was painting not exactly a fine picture of this place... I mean, we're above water right now... But we need to get more feet through the door before this ship starts sinking."
"Easier said than done, Dad." Samson stated the obvious as he glanced to the sign on the wall of the entrance area. 'MOORE MUSCLE' in bright neon lettering. "We can't just go renting billboards or newspaper ads. For all the good it did last time."
"Yeah, when those damn wannabe... What are they called? Bankers did their spray painting?" Theo scoffed.
"I think you mean Banksy, Dad?" Sammy raised an eyebrow.
"Sure, whatever. Anyway, you understand what I'm getting at, right?" Theo said as his son nodded. "We just need to get the word out about us. Show that we've got that special something that's different from just buying one of those bikes with the screens and sprinting away at home. You're a smart enough kid. You should be able to come up with an idea or two to get more folks through these doors!" He said, just as those sliding doors automatically opened up. "And that one doesn't count..." He said as footsteps approached. "I'll leave you to it and we'll talk in a sec."
With Theodore stepping to the side, it left Samson free to look up and put on his best smile for the approaching woman. His eyes however unable to hide the surprise from seeing not just a drop dead gorgeous blonde woman but one packing her wonderful curves into a tight set of gym wear. Recognising the influencer and Glamour model Lindsey Pelas instantly as she had her hair tied up in a ponytail. Her huge tits packed into a sleeveless short top that even while zipped up couldn't stop them from jiggling with each step. Her often overlooked but rounded backside filling out a grey set of leggings more than nicely too, while carrying a small gym bag over her shoulder.
"W-Welcome!" Samson stuttered, before turning his face away to cough into his arm to clear his throat. "Sorry about that..." He looked back as she stepped to the counter. "Welcome to Moore Muscle gym and fitness studio. Is this your first time here?"
"...A little bold to say that off the bat." Lindsey raised an eyebrow. "Hitting me with a 'come here often' line?"
"Uh, I meant more of your first time being here? So you could take advantage of our trial offer for new customers." He explained with a flush across his cheeks.
"Oh? Well, and here I was just teasing you..." Pelas started to smile, showing she'd just been messing with the younger man to her early 30s age. "But an offer? I'm liking what I'm hearing now."
Sammy breathed a sigh of relief. "Yes. Half price for the first day so you can, you know? Try our place out, see if you like it and want to stop by again."
"Sounds simple enough! Sure..." She glanced to the side, checking out the corridor and noticing the older man across the way before she looked back to him. "My usual place had a power outage so I figured why not try this place out?"
"Well we appreciate you stopping by, Miss Pelas." He said, perhaps not thinking it through as he let slip he knew who she was. "Just a little basic details to jot down here." He said, passing over a clipboard with paper and pen. "Then we'll be good to go and you can pay on your way out."
"Sure." Pelas said, a brief eyebrow raise as hearing her name but letting it slip as she took the pen and filled in the row of details. "And it's just through there?"
"Yes, Miss. It's all signposted with the, uh, signs on the walls. But feel free to check in here or ask one of the staff going around if you need any assistance or need to know where to go." Sammy explained.