I hadn't been waiting long, when I saw Claire, my wife, appear from the door to our local Gym. She was dressed in sweats and combing back her long blonde hair that was still slightly damp from the shower. Her usual, placid expression, however was missing and had been replaced by a petulant, almost angry look. Oh God, I thought, and sighed deeply. What have I done now?
"What's wrong hon?" I asked quickly. "You look a little pissed!"
"Oh, it's nothing really, James. Just a couple of muscle girls bumped into me in the shower and started teasing me about my small figure! I've seen them before. It's no big deal, they just annoyed me that's all. Come on, let's go eat. I'm starving!"
As we left the Sports complex, arm in arm, I thought about what she had said. Although I had never seen these muscle girls personally, they had developed a bit of a reputation around the Gym, always ragging on some of the more petite female members, and generally making a bit of a nuisance of themselves. However, I didn't want to spoil the rest of the evening, and as Claire now seemed to have forgotten the incident, I too, put the thought out of my mind.
We walked towards our favourite bar for some food and a few drinks after our work-out. As usual, we were greeted like old friends by the bar owner, and after exchanging a few pleasantries, quickly made our way to a table in the corner. After ordering burgers and beer, we chatted idly while sipping the cool drinks. Within an hour we had finished the food, and not wanting to return home just yet, ordered another round of beer. I was just about to take a pull on my fresh drink, when I saw Claire's expression change visibly. I looked at my wife inquiringly.
"It's those bitches from the Gym," she whispered. "They're all sitting over by the bar!"
I looked in the direction that Claire had indicated and saw three well built females all drinking beer. They had obviously noticed us, because as they saw me look, they raised their glasses in mock salute and began laughing to each other. It would be hard to describe them as attractive, but you could also not claim them to be ugly. Two of them were brunettes, with one redhead. They all wore the same type of sweat pants as both Claire and myself, but with cut-off tops to show off their well muscled upper bodies. Not my cup of tea at all, I thought. I much preferred Claire's smaller physique and feminine curves.
"Just ignore them," I said, trying to sound casual. "We'll be leaving soon anyway."
The drinks took us another twenty minutes to finish, during which time we could hear the other girls laughing and joking. I was fairly certain that Claire, and possible myself, were the butt of their jokes. With the beer finally finished, we grabbed our gym bags, said a quick goodbye to the bar owner and left for the mile long walk home.
Outside, the night air was warm and muggy, and we were glad that we had not bothered with jackets or coats. I always enjoyed walking at this time of night. The stores were all closed and the streets silent. All that could be heard were our own footsteps on the concrete path. As we walked a little further, I slowly became aware that our footsteps were not the only ones I could hear. Claire must have heard them as well, because she held my arm a little tighter and increased the pace of her stride. Every time I looked back over my shoulder to see who was there, they had disappeared. It was almost like one of those cheap horror movies where the unknown assailant always vanishes as soon as the camera pans behind! No one's scared when it's a movie, but when it happens in real life it can be very uncomfortable, let me assure you!
Walking a little faster, we turned the corner that led to the park we have to cross to get home. As soon as we entered the park, our passage was blocked by a shadowy figure. It took just a second for us to recognise the figure as being one of the girls from the bar. I heard a voice behind me and span around. The other two girls were standing there, arms folded over their chests and blocking any kind of retreat.
"Well, well, well," laughed the brunette behind us. "Looks like we interrupted your romantic little stroll!"
Her voice dripped with sarcasm, causing the other two to join in her laughter
"Look, just get out of the way and let us continue home, OK?" I said, trying to sound as forceful as possible. They may have only been girls, but there was three of them and they were all extremely well built. I had no intention of causing a confrontation.
"But you haven't paid the toll yet!" said the tall redhead in front of us. She looked over at Claire who was still gripping my arm. "I think, maybe this little bitch could pay ME!"
