School was out and all the students escaped from the building. They filled the square outside, some students staying and chatting, others heading for their vehicles or rides. High school was out for the day and everyone went on to their social lives. The kids had their phones out, making calls, texts, looking through their social media feeds and so on.
A group of girls came out through the front, all giggling and talking to one another. They were all led by the very attractive blonde in the front and center. She wore her hair down to the middle of her back, a baseball strap cap, long-sleeve sweater concealing her ample chest, a white pair of tight fitting leggings, and some stylish nike sneakers on her feet. She had a confident grin on her face, a beautiful face free of any blemish or imperfection and that was without her make up being done up. She stood at 5'3 and her body wore a clean layer of fair colored skin. She was a true all american girl, and Ashley was her name.
She led the girls around the school parking lot, they discussed a few things relating to their outside activities and eventually they all headed for their cars. Before Ashley jumped into her car she looked around and noticed Julie O'Reilly and Sara Chey heading out together. Ashley knew them pretty well. They were all good friends. But she noticed that for a little while now, they had been very eager to leave school right away. Ashley's initial thought was that it was boy related. And she figured she was right. It was weird because she knew Sara was dating that Asian kid, but that relationship seemed very strained.
Ashley even heard rumors that the pair were seeing black boys.
The blonde couldn't believe that, but she didn't know for sure. Ashley wasn't a racist. She liked black culture, the music and fashion, the speech. She accepted it all. Only issue was that, like most people in their town, they weren't exposed to many black people, so she did still feel pretty awkward around them. She figured she needed more experience to be more cultured, but that wasn't a top priority at the moment. Ashley thought that's what college was for anyway. The girl shrugged and threw her gym bag in the back and rode off.
She had her phone turned off. She knew it would be blowing up from her friends and over eager boys. Right now, however, was her work out time. This was the time she liked to keep to herself.
She would usually head to her normal gym location, but it had closed down recently, so she had to find another gym. She searched for one on her GPS and a bunch of gym names popped up. One that caught her attention was a gym called Black Steel. Ashley Stevens thought it was a striking enough name and decided to head off to try it out. The drive wasn't too far off from school or her home so if she liked the gym enough to become a member, than at least the drive wouldn't be too much of a pain.
10 minutes later she pulled up into the parking lot. With her gym bag over her shoulder she headed toward the entrance. She walked through the automatic doors and looked around. It looked like a real state of the art kind of gym. It already made an impression on her. The color scheme of the gym interior was a striking black on red. It made quite the image. There were a lot of jacked up men walking around as she expected. She moved a little further getting a better look. She took notice to where all the cardio machines were located, where all the weights and cable machines were; she noticed an area that lead to saunas, a swimming pool and hot tub. They had a closed off section where women could do yoga and dance.
The 18 year old nodded her head in approval. So far so good, she liked what she saw.
"Hey there, looking to join up?" The deep voice caused Ashley to turn and look towards the front desk, where a big black man was standing behind, leaning over.
"Oh, uh, well yeah I think I am." Ashley replied looking a little surprised at his presence. "So, like can I sign up and start my free month?"
"Yeah no doubt shorty." the man responded. "Just fill out this quick paper work and we can get you started. Oh and by the way, since I'm just nice like that, you get two free months." the muscled up black man told her as he gave her a pen along with the paper work.
"Wow really?" Ashley was in a bit of disbelief. "Can you really do that? I mean won't your boss get all pissed off about that?"
The man shook his head with a smile. "Nah, considering I am the boss and owner of this place, I can promise you it's all good, girl."
"Oh, really?" Ashley's eyes widened at that. "You're the owner?"
"Allen Camby, nice to meet you." The black owner said introducing himself.
"Ashley Stevens." she replied with a smile of her own. Ashley wondered if this was the longest time she ever spent talking to a black person before. She figured it most definitely was. At least he was attractive. Ash never considered the idea of being with a black guy before, the thought seemed kind of funny to her. Ashley chuckled to herself as she picked up the pen and started writing down her information. "Are you for real about the two month thing?" Ashley asked again just to be reassured.
"No question, your boy knows you're gonna love it here. I know you're gonna remain a member." Allen scanned over her paper work as she was writing it down. He saw that she was 18 and eyed her body up and down. The young white girl was a bad one. She had an amazing body and could tell she liked keeping it in shape. Allen knew she was gonna be a permanent fixture here.
"Very confident." Ashley smirked as she handed him her paper.
"For a reason." Allen responded. He handed her a small pass that she could hook into her car keys. Allen looked over the information. As he did so, a voice caused him and Ashley to turn their heads.
"Hello my king." came the feminine tone. Ashley looked and noticed the short older woman walk around the front desk and step behind it. The woman moved to Allen's side and Allen bent over to give the woman a kiss. She smiled as she hugged him and flashed Ashley a quick smirk. Ashley knew the woman. She didn't know her that well, but she was known around town. Sheri Davidson. Ash couldn't believe that she was dating the owner of this gym! She thought Sheri was married already and she was also kind of known for her upfront nature, which also meant she wouldn't be that kind to blacks. This was surprising. But Ashley knew better than to stick her nose where it didn't belong.
"How we doing princess?" Allen pulled her closer to his side with a free arm of his. "You all set Miss Stevens, I hope you enjoy your time." Allen winked and nodded to her.
Ashley smiled. "Thank you!" The young blonde went on her way, hearing Allen chatting with his older girlfriend in the background.
From there the noise became the usual gym stuff: Men grunting and weights moving. She saw some men taking a look at her. Something she knew wouldn't change no matter how great the place was. She found the changing room where she didn't have to do much since she changed at school. All she did was remover her sweater which revealed her large 34DDD sized breasts being held together by a black sports bra. She threw her hair into a pony tail and kept her baseball cap on. She put her bag into a locker, grabbed her ear buds and connected to her phone. She liked working out to music. She made her way out of the changing room and headed back out to the gym. Today, she would work on abs and arms.
Time went by and she did all she could to add more definition to her abdomen. Ashley had been developing a decent six pack and she was incredibly proud with the work she had put in. She was young but wasn't dumb. Her youth kept her in good shape but she knew that in order to keep it that way as she aged, she would have to start taking care of it herself. Her looks were very important to her. People viewed her as vain, as she took great pride in her appearance and her social media definitely showed that, but that never bothered her. The big breasted blonde just wanted to maintain the standard she set for herself.
Ashley headed for the mats and decided to start off with some basic sit ups after completing some stretches to loosen her up.
After about an hour and a half on doing exercises devoted purely on her abs, Ashley went to work on her arms. She worked out at the cable machines a fair amount before shifting over to some light weight lifting. Ashley didn't have too much upper body strength but she wasn't so much concerned with getting stronger as much as she was dedicated to definition and her health. She managed to get a space near the all the weights, an area that all the men flocked to. She knew they would try to chat her up, but she just acted like she couldn't hear them with the music in her ears. That was the pain of being an attractive woman in the gym. You can never get too much peace.
She worked on her biceps and did her thing. She spent a lot of time curling on the steel bar with weights attached. It wasn't too heavy, but enough for Ash to get a good burn in her arms. From there, she moved on to working with dumbbells. She started off light and slowly worked her way up to her max. She didn't feel satisfied, however, and decided to try something different and go beyond what she was used to. She took on more weight and it was a chore just picking the dumbbells up from the rack, especially with how much her arms got worked already. But Ashley chose to push herself today. She did as much as she could but got to a point where she was struggling. She did her best to take that next step, but her limited upper body power had reached it's breaking point. Ashley stopped and started to walk back to the rack to put the dumbbells back. But as she walked to put them back, she felt her arms give out and the dumbbells dropped from her grasp. The weights fell in front of her and she tripped over them. The rack was about two feet away and her face was going to collide with it. She would be seriously hurt and her looks would also take a hit, literally and figuratively. Ashley closed her eyes, preparing for the pain and devastation that was to come with the impact. Such a shitty first impression at the new gym.
However, her fall did not complete. Ash felt no pain or anything collide with her beautiful face. As a matter of fact, the only thing she did feel her body touch was a strong hold over her chest and shoulders.
The blonde opened her eyes and saw that an arm had stopped her from falling. The arm was huge, clearly that of a strong man. And it was also... covered in black skin. She then looked up and made eye contact with a tall, very well built black man. He looked down at her quizzically. "You alright?" came the concerned, low tone of voice.
Ashley leaned back and away from his grasp. "Yeah, i'm fine. Thanks." She studied his features. He must have been about 6'6, his arms wide as tree trunks and all out for everyone to see in his muscle shirt. His legs were also equally humongous from what his shorts allowed to show. Ashley noticed the man had short dark hair and goatee. His hair was also graying so he was clearly no young man. At least not anywhere near her age. But that didn't make him any less attractive to look at Ashley admitted. He actually was incredibly handsome. He reminded her of a certain older black actor who everyone woman agreed looked so good for his age. Better than a lot of guys much younger than him, really.
