The pain was sharp and sudden. Jewell had been working out by stepping up and down on a bench with a 20 lbs bar when she felt her hamstring give way. She almost fell flat on her back except for the quick reflexes of a weightlifter next to her, who caught her.
“You ok?” he asked as he lifted her into his arms.
“I dunno. I think I might have pulled my hamstring,” she replied.
Clad in right-blue spandex tights with the requisite Adidas logo and a tight white Adidas top, Jewell had caught the eye of most of the people in the gym. It wasn’t so surprising that the fellow had caught her since he was staring at her ass while she worked out. But nevertheless, he was kind enough to lift her to the front desk where they gave her some ice.
As she contemplated how she was going to get home that day, she decided to see if Brian was around since he lived in the neighborhood.
“Hello?” said Brian as he picked up the phone.
“Hey Brian, it’s Jewell. I think I just pulled my hamstring at the gym. I was wondering if you could do me a favor and try to work it out for me before I go home…” she asked unsure if she was asking too big a favor.
“Sure. Let me throw on some clothes and I’ll come get you. See you in a bit,” he said before hanging up the phone to get ready.
The trainers at the gym came by to check on Jewell as they usually did, while taking another glance at her nipples which seemed to perpetually poke through her top. After a few minutes of chit-chatting, Brian showed up.
“Well, well. Jewell with a sports injury. I can hardly believe my eyes,” he said sarcastically.
“Ha ha, Brian. I work out, Brian. Maybe not as often as you, but I do work out. Come on, help me up.”
With her arm around Brian, and his arm around her waist, the pair limped to Brian’s apartment. He had already set up his massage table, and he helped to lift Jewell, and lay her face down in the cradle.
“First, let’s put some ice on it to reduce any swelling. Then a little later we’ll try to massage it out for you, ok?” instructed Brian.
“Ok,” she said wincing in pain.
Brian grabbed an ice pack and some Tylenol. He placed the ice against her hamstring and wrapped it up with an Ace bandage to hold it in place. Jewell’s body was tight from the limp home, and not balancing her weight properly.
Brian took the liberty to brush his fingers through her hair to help her relax. He knew that Jewell enjoyed the sensation. Exhausted from the workout and the injury, she soon dozed off on the table.
“Hey sleepy head,” Brian said as he lightly rubbed Jewell’s lower back.
“Huh? Oh jeez. I dozed off, didn’t I?”
“Yeah. That’s ok, you’ll be more relaxed now. I’m going to remove the ice and try to work on your muscle a little,” he said.
