Thud. Thud. Thud. Samantha Phoenix slammed into the punching bag as if it were her self-righteous boss. She'd had a bad day at work; life was tedious enough working as a beat cop, and having a prudish old dickhead as her superior didn't make the pill any easier to swallow.
Her powerful forearms glistened with sweat as she pounded the bag, her anger fuelling her. She was in incredible shape- the muscles on her back flexed with every strike, the muscles on her abdomen taut and defined. To be a successful cop you had to be fit, no doubt about it.
A hand caressed her shoulder, pulling her out of her trance.
"Easy there, tiger. I already had one guy break the rowing machine today, I don't need you tearing apart my only punching bag."
Sam smiled, wiping the sweat from her brow and pushing her hair out of her face.
"I've had a shit day, Jess. Needed a place to vent my anger."
Jess was one of the managers at 24/7 Fitness Plus, and was Sam's favourite. Jess often took the graveyard shift, and ran into Sam frequently in the late hours of the night. She had a delightful tomboyish charm and a certain cheekiness that piqued Sam's interest.
"I've had a shit day, Jess". Haven't we all, love? I'm sure you could find a better outlet for your anger than my poor, dilapidated punching bag."
Jess looked at Sam like a lion looks at its prey, moments before pouncing. Sam knew that look well. She took a step toward Jess, narrowing the distance between them to a few inches.
"How do you suggest I deal with my anger then, Jessica?"
"Well, Samantha, I suggest you channel all that nasty, negative energy into something far more productive."
Jess leant in and placed a kiss on Sam's lips. It was chaste- an invitation, rather than the main event. Sam went in to kiss her more deeply, before remembering her surroundings and darting her eyes around the room.
