Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up.
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Los Angeles, California
Bright blue skies hung up above with dazzling sunlight. What would've been said as a beautiful day by many, was just another day out in Los Angeles to those that lived there. The weekend was finally there on a Saturday morning. For Ron Adams, this was the time that he worked for. A familiar 80's rock sound played through his radio while taking the short drive out of town to the beach. Next stop would be Malibu Beach, his favorite spot to spend time after a hard week's work. His little yellow jeep moved down the highway fast, not a care in the world as the weekend had already come.
Ron had spent the past seven years working as a physical trainer outside of Hollywood. At 34 years old, he could say that life had been good to him despite the short comings he previous had. Born and raised in southern Mississippi, he spent the better part of his youth active in sports with football. Ron's dream was to eventually become an NFL player, a linebacker would have been the position he was made for. After a stellar start through high school, he was granted a scholarship for UCLA. His college career would prove to be short lived, during his sophomore year when he suffered two concussions and a broken hand within the first two games of the year. From the horror he faced of his concussion injuries, he gave up football for good rather than putting his life in danger.
That was nearly 12 years ago at this point. He would quit football for good after recovering from his injuries, trading the sport for fitness training while he was still in college. Ron got his big break in a strike of luck after he began to work at a fitness gym that utilized in training actors for various stunt works and getting into shape. For the past decade, he had worked in training models, actors, actresses, and occasional athletes to get into shape and build their body up for whatever goals they set forward. He loved his job, not only because it allowed him to live a bit in the fancy life of Hollywood, but because it kept his own body in shape. Occasionally, Ron would meet professional athletes weather it be football or basketball and he enjoyed training alongside them.
Last week had been quite a busy one, working back in town. He had been hired as a personal trainer for a famous Hollywood starlet who was set to appear in an action film. Ron couldn't deny the fact he loved to train with a famous woman. He was used to getting lucky every now and then, often having affairs with his clients. Among his most favorite affairs between work, was a Hollywood actress and a former Playmate who just happened to be Miss. August from 15 years ago as of today. He kept a diary under his bed where he wrote tales of his own sexual adventures with these women, something he never grew out of as a jock at heart.
He stopped the jeep once he reached the beach, parking in an empty parking lot only with one other vehicle. The heat from outside crossed over his tanned skin when he stepped out, looking around behind his dark sunglasses. The wind crossed through his short blonde hair. Ron stood tall at 5"6 and with a muscular build. Anyone could see beyond his small red muscle shirt. He wore a pair of cargo shorts and flip flops, already moving to take the walk along the beach. There was the usual number of people that were walking over the beach, just as one would expect on any other weekend at Malibu.
"Hey Ron! Is that you, bro?"
Turning around, Ron smiled as he seen his friend Greg approaching him. The man was shorter than him but in great shape with his body, a 5 o'clock shadow over his face and black hair. Greg stood tall shirtless, wearing only his blue swim trunks. A water bottle remained in his left hand.
"Yeah it's me, what are you doing out here Greg? Don't you have a game tomorrow?"
The other man laughed, shaking his head.
"What difference does it make when you're sitting at 4-8 and out of contention for the playoffs?"
"Well, I figure a pay check and maybe bonus for stats."
"Nah, I'm good. Still making a lot from my contract. I've made over 10 sacks this year, that should be enough to put me on free agency for a good contract and to go out to a better team."
Ron nodded. Greg was a defensive end who played for the newly re-located Los Angeles Rams. At 27 years old, he had been playing for the Rams since the draft of 2010. The two had become friends earlier in the year when Ron met him through a former NFL player who also had played for the Rams during their time in St. Louis. Together, they began to walk out towards the shore where the beach sands remained. All over the place were people making good use of a bright sunny day. Weather it was sun bathing, building sand castles or swimming in the water. Greg looked around before unscrewing the cap to the water bottle and taking a quick drink. Ron decided to strike up a conversation.
"I guess the Rams are playing tomorrow at home since you're here."
Greg nodded after finishing his drink, moving the water bottle and replacing the cap back on.
"Yeah, but I had to have some fun this weekend. No one really cares since we have no shot of making the playoffs anymore."
"That's expected when your team is sitting content with mediocrity."
"Yeah, you get to talk shit about us for being losers."
Ron laughed seeing as he irritated the man easily with his nitpicking comment. Greg spoke again.
"I'm out of the team and this town after the season is over. Maybe I can win in free agency and go to a real team where I can have a chance to get a ring."
"There's always New England you can depend on."
"Yeah, sure..."
Still walking through the sand, Greg replied with less enthusiasm. It wasn't so much that he had a game tomorrow, he just wanted to enjoy himself for today before Sunday came. He decided to change the conversation now with Ron.
"So, who are you working with back on your job? I know you had some hot model back during the summer when I first met you."
"What hot model?"
Ron laughed, teasing him.
"You know who the fuck I'm talking about! You bragged to me, how you were bangin' that blonde girl with the big tits and blue eyes. She had a fine ass too."
"Yeah, that was earlier in the year. Hey, did I ever tell you about the Playboy model I trained?"
Greg rolled his eyes.
"Fucking Christ, yes. I've had to listen to you talk about that a dozen times before. I get it, she was some dream woman for you."
"Dude, she was more than a dream girl. That was Miss. August of fucking 2001."
Rolling his eyes again, Greg sighed. The jock in Ron was still alive and well in the way he talked.
"That was before my time. I'm sure you get lucky with women I wish I had a chance with."
"Are you fucking kidding me, Greg?"
"Hell no!"
"RON!! HEY!!"
Suddenly, both of the men were alerted to the voice of a woman. Ron stood still in his tracks over the sand before turning his head. When he looked over his right shoulder, a blonde haired woman smiled and came rushing to him. He recognized the voice of course, for it was someone he had been spending quite a lot of time with recently. The woman was Blake Lively. She came running up to him, smiling big as she stood in a little orange bikini. Her body was tanned, a perfect addition over her beautiful smooth figure. Both of the men could easily see how fit and tight her body was. She looked absolutely stunning to Greg.
"Hey Blake, didn't expect to see you here."
"Yeah, me neither! What you up to today, Ron?"
"Nothing much, came to hang out in the sun."
"And who is your friend?"
Her eyes shifted over at Greg who smiled big. Ron could tell the type of smile that his friend had, it was a classic shit-eating-grin. From the look on his face, it seemed evident that Greg knew exactly who the woman was.
"I'm Greg O'Neal, maybe you heard of me? I play pass rusher on the Los Angeles Rams."
