She was momentarily blinded as she exited the well-lit gymnasium and stepped into the night. She squinted, waiting for her eyes to adjust to the dark parking lot that was nearly empty by now.
"Damn light." She cursed under her breath.
She had complained to the boy at the front desk about the burnt-out street lamp weeks ago. He had told her there was nothing he could do about it since the gym didn't handle anything outside the building.
She stood outside of her large Yukon while she fished through her crowded purse for the keys. She was alone in the parking lot, except for the man who was approaching her from behind.
He had been walking by the building and had noticed her through the large glass wall running on the treadmill. He had watched her run while he fondled himself. If his parole officer knew where he was he'd be in trouble. He wasn't allowed within a thousand feet of a school, playground, swimming pool, or anywhere that Women publicly showered. Technically that included a gym like this one. He forced himself to abstain from climaxing and was patiently waiting until she finished her workout. Then luckily for him, she left alone.
"Need some help?" He asked once he was close enough to touch her.
"Oh my God!" she gasped as she jumped around, "Holy shit you scared me."
She caught her breathe but her heart continued to race. He was wearing jeans and a dark hoodie. She could hardly see his face.
What does this creep want?
She thought.
"You're too nice. But no, thank you. I am good." She told him and dangled her keys to show that she had found what she was looking for.
"What's a pretty thing like you doing alone at night?" he asked.
Not knowing how to respond she simply turned and unlocked the car. She pulled on the handle, but the stranger had put his hand on the window so that she couldn't open it.
"Don't you want to talk?" he asked, pressing his body up against hers.
She thought about the pepper spray in her purse. She had felt it while digging for her keys. She attempted to reach for it, but he grabbed onto her wrist with his other hand and then pulled her so that she was facing him. She whimpered in fear.
"I just wanna have a little fun, that's all." He said as he wrapped his arms around her and pushed her against her vehicle.
She screamed, and he put his hand over her mouth.
"Don't! Don't scream...I won't hurt you." He lied.
A million thoughts went through her mind as his rank breath filled her nostrils.
Scream again, knee him in the groin, bite him, struggle as much as you can.
But her body was paralyzed and for some reason wasn't responding to any of the messages her panicked brain was sending.
He kissed her on her neck, he kept one arm wrapped around her while he undid the fly of his pants...
. .
Chris stepped out into the cool summer night air. He took deep gulps, his lungs burned from the five miles he had just run on the treadmill. His eyes hadn't adjusted yet, but he made his way by memory to the corner of the lot where he had left his Harley. He always parked it in the far corner. It was his baby and he didn't want to risk some soccer Mom crashing into it with her minivan.
He saw a couple getting frisky with one another against a black Yukon and smiled to himself. But when he turned off his music he stopped.
"I won't hurt you..." Chris heard the guy say.
That's some kinky shit...at least wait until you get home.
Chris thought.
Wait a minute...
The girl did not seem to be enjoying the encounter at all. Her eyes were squeezed shut and she strained her neck as if she was trying to keep her face as far away from the guy as possible. Chris listened closer, it sounded like she was whimpering, crying even. He took several steps toward them and saw that the Woman's purse was on the ground, the contents of it had spilled out.
"Hey, what the hell is going on here?!" Chris yelled angrily, and he grabbed the man by the hoodie and pulled him off the woman.
The mans eyes widened in fright as he struggled to shove his penis back into he pants. Chris shoved him to the ground in disgust.
"What are you some kind of sicko or something?!" The man scrambled to his feet and fled into the night before Chris could think of constraining him further.
The frightened woman buried her face in her hands as she attempted to gain control of her sobs. Chris bent down and began picking up the purse and its contents.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
It took her several moments to respond, but finally she was able to nod her head.
"Are you sure?" Chris asked again, "Do you need me to call someone for you, or give you a ride home?"
"No...I'll be okay. Thank you very much." She said.
Not knowing what else to say, feeling embarrassed, relieved and in shock all at the same time she hurriedly got in her vehicle and peeled out of the parking lot. A few minutes later she pulled into her driveway where she leaned her seat back and had a good cry before going inside.
Chris wished that he had thought of something more comforting he could have said and hoped the lady was alright. He rode his Harley around the block before heading home. He cruised slowly and kept his eyes peeled for the perv in the dark hoody. But he was gone, he was wise enough not to stick around.
Poor Lady...how traumatizing.
He thought as he opened the throttle and the roar of the engine filled the quiet alley.
. .
Half of the building was a spa, they offered tanning, massages, etc. The other half of the building was the gymnasium. This is where Chris spent most of his time. This was where he was now. Him and a good buddy of his leaned against the railing of the second floor and surveyed the first floor where all the cardio machines and free weights were. They were scoping out the days "Talent."
"I wanna know who the lucky bastard is that scored her." Matt said.
There was no mistaking who Matt was referring to. A life size barbie doll. She was jogging on the elliptical closest to the drinking fountain. Her blonde hair was in a pony tail. She wore a neon pink sports bra with matching booty shorts. Her unnaturally round breasts were large enough to be seen from space. They bounced up and down each time her feet hit the treadmill. They looked like helium filled balloons that might carry her away at any moment. Her fat injected lips were pursed, her manicured eyebrows were high on her wrinkle free for head.
"Don't you think she is flirting with the line of being a little too plastic?" Chris asked.
"Hell no, that's how I like them, right out of a porno. Don't tell me you wouldn't?!"
"Of course I still would, she's sexy." Chris admitted, "But who wears that much makeup to the gym? I'm just saying I prefer them to be just a little more natural, that's all... like her."
Chris nodded towards the other section of the gym where there was a girl doing bicep girls with dumbbells. Her hair was dark and short, she wore a baseball cap that covered most of it. She wore tight spandex that showed off her muscular butt. Her arms were toned, and her boobs were just large enough to create a small valley of cleavage in the neckline of her tank top.
"Yeah, I'd tap that."
