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I knew it was going to happen. From the moment I stepped into the room, I felt a pulsating urge surge through my body. I had a tendency to do go after the things I wanted. I got a rush from the chase and I was very persuasive when I wanted something. The minute I found out Tony Horton, the creator of P90X, was doing a demo class at my gym, I knew I wanted him. I knew I would get him.
It was almost two o'clock. I walked up to the front desk at my gym and gave the stick-skinny, blonde woman my license. I looked around at the other men and women chit chatting and drinking water as they toweled off.
The blonde smacked her gum loudly. "You're doing the demo class with Tony, right?"
"Yeah, I am."
She leaned down under the desk and grabbed a fresh towel and a pink slip of paper. "Class is at two thirty. Bring a towel, water, and this ticket. Don't be late. Tony doesn't like tardiness."
I gave her a cocky smile and turned away. The gym was packed, probably because of the demo. I'd watched some of Tony's videos online. I was excited to take his workout in person, and possible take him.
I found an empty locker at the far side of the women's locker room. I opened the door and put my purse inside. I changed into spandex bicycle shorts and a hot pink sports bra with a white tank top over it. I tied my sneakers, put the rest of my day clothes in the locker, and shut it tight with a combination lock.
I stared at my body in the full length mirror. The sports bra squished my large breasts tightly against my body. I looked at my wide hips and slim waist. I had recently trained for a five kilometer run and worked hard to achieve a more toned and athletic body. I tied my shoulder length, light brown hair up into a pony tail and tucked my bangs behind my ear.
I stretched, feeling the fibers of my muscles being pushed and pulled. Thoughts flooded my head about Tony. I thought about his muscular arms grabbing my body. I envisioned my hands running through his dark brown hair. I could see his bronzed skin glistening with sweat after an intense workout with me. I twisted from side to side then spread my legs. I closed my eyes and let myself drift into a trance, thinking about Tony's rippling muscles and the bulge in the middle of his spandex shorts.
A few minutes later, I realized the locker room was dead silent. I opened my eyes and looked at the clock. I lifted myself off the floor and onto my feet. I grabbed my towel, water, and the ticket and walked out the door. I got to the gym and took a deep breathe. I ran full speed at the door and fell right into the class, which had started five minutes before.
When I looked up from the floor, Tony was standing over. His hair was slicked back and he wore black spandex shorts and a tank top. "Darlin', are you alright?" I looked around the room at twenty sweaty faces staring down at me.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry, I didn't realize the time."
Tony smiled and shook his head. "It's not a problem. Come on, darlin', the class is starting." Tony reached his hand out to me. He was surprisingly strong. His long, muscular fingers intertwined around my small hand. He stood about six feet tall with lean muscles rippling over his body. I let me eyes run from his is sneakers, up his toned body, and settle on his sharp, blue eyes. My face flushed with lust for him. Heat burned between my legs. I winked at him and took a spot the wall on the left side of the room.
I watched Tony's body the entire class. The muscles in his back tensed when he did pull-ups, his calves flexed with every squat, and his sweat made his skin shine. I exerted myself, displaying my body so Tony would notice me. I felt every bit the seductress, shaking and moving my body wildly. My breasts ached and my pussy tingled thinking about how each exercise could be transformed into a hot and heavy sex position.
At the end of the hour class, I walked to the water cooler to refill my water bottle. "Hello there." I turned around and found myself face to face with Tony Horton, the exercise God that I'd been yearning for the past few months. His white teeth sparkled as he spoke. "I'm Tony. It's nice to meet you, doll."
"Hi. I'm Grace. It's a pleasure to meet you." I took his large hand in mine and shook it affectionately. He held my hand a bit too long and I blushed when he finally slid his fingers down my palm.