Chapter I
Lana was 24 years old, single, petite at 5' tall and barely 100 pounds, her perfectly shaped boobs looked bigger than they really were on her tiny body and she had a perfect ass. She loved to go to the gym to keep her body in shape, mainly because she loved the workout itself but also because she loved the attention she would get from the guys.
She lived a happy, yet, predictable, life for a young girl who lived in a city by herself. She spent her days either at work as a secretary for a law firm or at the gym. Her love life was rather boring compared to other women her age but she would occasionally, maybe one or two times a year, invite a guy home after a late night out. This wasn't because Lana wasn't a sexual person but more of a result of her being a bit shy and afraid of being mistaken for a slut if she dated different guys too often. She would usually take care of her needs herself, at home, using her rather large collection of sex toys.
"Lana, I need your help. We have a new client who is in trouble with a shark of a landlord. Would you please go over there and get the case files from him?" Mr. Lunde, Lana's boss, asked, after calling her into his office.
"Sure thing, Mr. Lunde. Give me the address and I'll get to it right away."
This wasn't the first time she was sent to deliver or pick-up something for her boss. Her boss gave her a piece of paper with a handwritten address on it. She saw, from the address, that it wasn't one of the nicer places in the city. She became a bit skeptical but did not want to tell her boss she didn't want to do it because there were plenty of people who wanted her job.
Chapter II
Lana took the subway toward the address Mr. Lunde had given her. The closer she came to the address, the more aware she became that it was in a different part of the city from what she was used to which frightened her but she also felt a bit excited in a strange way. She finally arrived at the address she had been given where an old and worn sign hung over the door read, `Hard Work' along with a set of boxing gloves and some weights on it. What is this place, Lana wondered as she realized her boss hadn't said anything about this place she had gone to nor what the case was about. She gently knocked on the tattered-looking door but nobody answered. After knocking a second time with no response, Lana wondered if she should leave and tell her boss nobody answered the door, this place was giving her the creeps. As she knocked one final time, the door was ripped open. Lana gasped as a giant, the biggest man she had ever seen, walked out...he had to have been 7 feet tall as he needed to crouch to get under the top of the door frame. He was black, bald and his arms were like tree trunks covered with, what Lana suspected to be, prison tattoos.
"Can I help you?" the giant asked in a deep voice. The sound of his voice was so incredibly deep, it was both frightening and calming at the same time.
"I'm here to pick up some papers," Lana said, with a shiver in her voice.
"Papers? I don't know anything about any papers. Maybe you should talk to Jeff, the boss." The giant said as he passed her and walked down the stairs. "Follow the corridor, it's the office on the left at the far end. Have a nice day, ma'am," he said as he started to walk along the sidewalk. Lana couldn't help herself as she continued to stare at the giant as he walked away and she noticed he frightened others as they met him on the sidewalk. Lana wasn't sure what she should do, this was outside of her comfort zone, by far.
"Fuck it, I'll go talk to this Jeff," she said out loud, trying to convince herself.
She walked in and passed two doors with signs saying `Locker Room' on them and at the end of the corridor she found a door with a sign saying `Manager'. Lana knocked on the door gently as if she was afraid that something dangerous was inside.
"Come in," a voice sounded from inside.
Lana went into the office where she found an old, black man sitting behind a desk. He stood and shook her hand.
"Jeff," he said with a mild and gentle voice.
"Lana," she replied with relief in her voice.
"How may I help you?" the old man asked.
"Mr. Lunde sent me to pick-up some papers. I'm not sure what papers, he didn't say."
"Aha, so you're from the lawyer's office. Let me find what you need," he said as he started to look through some papers. Lana couldn't help herself anymore.
"What is this place?" she asked the old man. Jeff stopped, looked at her and replied with pride in his voice.
"This is `Hard Work'. A place where people released from prison can come to the gym and meet other former inmates who want to change their lives, also."
"Change their lives?" Lana asked a little confused.
"Yes, my dear. You see, when a former inmate is released, he or she usually has problems breaking free from old, bad habits. Here, we offer a place to work out for free, be surrounded with others in the same situation, others who want to break free from old, bad habits, bad company and change their lives positively. If they keep themselves occupied, they have less chance of falling into their old, bad routines. We are something between a gym, therapy group, support group and friends looking after each other," explained Jeff.
Now it made sense to Lana. Now she was sure that the tattoos on the giant actually were prison tattoos.
"So, everybody here are previous inmates?" Lana asked.
"Yes, myself included. When I was in prison, I promised myself I would change my life when I was released. After my release, in the mid 80's, I quickly started to get drawn into bad company but saw an opportunity for a place like this, talked with the city council and they finance the gym. Our problem now is, the the owner of the building is trying to kick us out so he can make it into apartments, even though we have a leasing contract saying we can rent this place for 10 more years at a low rent. That's why we need a lawyer," Jeff explained.
"Here," Jeff said, after he finally had found all the papers and put them in an envelope.
As Lana walked through the corridor to leave, she noticed one of the doors to the locker rooms was open. As she passed by, she glanced in and saw a muscular, naked man drying himself with a towel. Could she have seen correctly? Was that his cock? No, it couldn't have been his cock, it was too big, or was it? As Lana took the subway back to her office, she couldn't get the short glimpse of the naked man out of her head...was it really his cock? She had never thought of size as something important, she wasn't what you might call a size-queen but what she thought she saw through the door had her head spinning and, after a while, her juices flowing.
Chapter III
"Lana!!" her boss called.
"Yes, Mr. Lunde."
"We won the case for `Hard Work'!" he told her. Hard work? At first Lana didn't understand what he meant, then she remembered the gym she had visited 6 months ago.
"Congratulations!"
"Jeff, the manager, is so pleased with our services, he has invited us to a party tomorrow at the gym." Now Lana was remembering what she thought she saw.
"Unfortunately, I have another appointment, so I can't go. Are you willing to go on your own?" Mr. Lunde asked. Lana could feel the juices start to flow again.
"Yes, sure. No problem," Lana replied and returned to her desk with a smile on her lips.
Chapter IV
Lana stood outside the same door she had 6 months ago, looking at the same sign with the same boxing gloves and weights but this time she was not afraid, instead, she had a tingling sensation in her belly. She walked in and saw Jeff in the room talking to another black guy.
"Congratulations!" Lana said, as she held out her hand to Jeff.
"Thank you. Without your office, it may not have been possible. Thank you for all of your assistance."
Lana vaguely saw something moving in her side vision and turned her head, only to see the giant, he had to be 300 pounds, walking across the room toward them as the others in the room moved to make room for him. His face looked like a model's, his body was like a Greek god and his size was incredible.
"This is Max," Jeff said, introducing him to Lana. Max held out his hand and Lana took it, her whole hand and most of her wrist disappeared in his huge hands.