You never really know a guy until you know his kinks. I mean really think about it...if you're here, then I'm guessing there are sexual things about you that the people you are closest to would be shocked to discover...Right? Maybe they would look at you in a different light.
So...James was my boss. He was SUCH a cool guy, I loved working with him. He always had my back, and I really looked up to him.
I always felt he liked me as an employee because I was so by the book, yet had a great report with my members.
This story takes place several weeks after me and Miguel...you can find that story if you haven't read it already on my profile. It will make this make more sense.
A lot of the other gym managers would dress for work like they were gonna go workout at any minute...not James. He would wear these silky, tight-fitted button-downs that clinged to his body like a wet t-shirt. Let me put it this way, I knew he had a 6-pack, albeit I had never seen him with his shirt off.
His body was in competition shape. Muscles everywhere, vascular and cut. He was blonde-ish (more dirty blonde) with piercing eyes. I have to laugh because I never really realized how much I paid attention to the details of this man. ALL the girls wanted him. Many guys too. Members would pretend to have issues just to go spend time with him in his office. Sometimes I would feel sorry for him when that type of attention would come his way.
He was super straight-laced, almost dorky, with these thick rimmed glasses. And he was a career minded professional.
I had a bit of a crush on him but not a physical one...If that makes sense...more like I was attracted to his authoritative ease. He just seemed like he was in total control. But physically I wasn't turned on by him. Anytime we shared space, I would feel self conscious and nervous; he was an imposing guy that's for sure. I always wanted to have his leadership confidence.
Anyway, I was reeling from events that had happened earlier that day with Miguel. I was so numb I didn't care if members could tell that I had been crying.
Closing time came and James was there working on his audit...so I thought. I was doing my walk through, making sure nobody was still working out. When I got back to the desk the phone rang.
"Hey James!" I answered, having noted the caller ID.
"Come into my office please," His voice, unreadable. If I was allowing myself to feel emotion, I would have been super nervous at this point. James liked me, and was so friendly...But I have seen him toss out members and fire employees. You don't want to be on his naughty list.
I go in, not knowing what to expect. I have a seat while he is staring away from me, looking at some expense report, or something on his computer. He begins without addressing me with eye contact.
What could this be? Am I in trouble? I'm a great employee...Is this a raise or a promotion?
"You know, I'm really disappointed in you."
...Definitely not a promotion
He finally looks over at me. I'm confused. What could he be talking about? Just as I have time to wonder, he pulls out his phone and shows me a screen recording of our security cameras. It shows me and Miguel exiting the locker room.
wet...
And long after hours.
What can I say? I mean it would have been easy to lie and say that the shower head broke and Miguel helped me to fix it. Or something?
But I felt a steely dangerous fire stirring inside me. It was a rough shift, and I didn't like the way he confronted me. It angered me.
"I've seen you with this member before. Why were you spending so much time in the locker room after hours?" He demanded an answer and I couldn't avoid it. I just sat there quietly for what seemed like an eternity.
"Are you gonna tell me what this is?" He presses. Something in his voice...I couldn't quite place it...but there was something there.
"What do you think it is?" I retort. I know he's taken back because I'm usually so agreeable. This is the part where a Brooks with more fucks to give would start apologizing profusley, begging for his job and good standing.