I sat up from the couch, alert and determined to wash away the dirty thoughts that had just brought me to such a powerful pleasure.
I turned on the shower, undressed and stood in front of the mirror challenging myself to find anything sexy about my ordinary body. Small breasts and wide hips mocked me in the mirror. The woman at the party Carla had been talking to was extremely petite with large, full breasts, so why was she flirting with me?
I was fit, well-toned, but I looked more like a soccer player than a ballerina, I had come to terms with that…
I stepped inside the shower and let the water roll over my body as I lathered my loofah. It had been a long night, and my feet still hurt, even more so now that I removed my ugly black shoes. Everyone at that party was so fancy, so classy, even Carla with her foul mouth was dressed to kill. Maybe I should do more to take care of myself, then maybe I would meet someone…the gym, yes, I will start the gym in the morning.
Chapter Three
My calves were aching as I made the third trip up my stairs with my catering equipment. Why did I always bring so much stuff?
Most of my clients had fully-equipped kitchens, ones that were more designed for commercial cooking than personal, so there was not really a need for so many pans and trays. I’ll check with the client next time, or possibly get some help…but, never am I doing this alone again.
Wow, I really am out of shape. I fell onto the couch and let my lungs catch up with my heavy breathing for a moment. The gym card was still on the side table, mocking me, as well as the promise I made myself in the shower. Just do it Marcie…
My neighbors, the young couple below me were already going at this morning. I could hear moans and grunts coming from the floor beneath my feet. I want that so bad, just to have someone to hold, laugh with, and enjoy waking up with….
L.A. proved to be a cold and lonely city, especially for one that had an average temperature of 70 degrees F, even in the winter months.
It was summer now, 85 degrees outside and sunny. People were holding hands walking along the beach, spending their Saturday in the park with a picnic, or doing what the neighbors were doing, snuggled in bed together making love. I on the other hand, I sat here…alone.
I decided to quit feeling sorry for myself and get up off my ass. Today was the start of a new life, one filled with ambition and hope. I threw on my yoga pants and tank top, laced up my Nike tennis shoes and pulled my hair into a tight pony tail.
With the business card in my hand, I walked out of my apartment and towards Porter’s Gym and Fitness lounge, whatever the hell that was.
As suspected, couples were already out on the sidewalks, flaunting their love and their commitments to anyone who took notice. It was sweet, romantic, and a little bit nauseating.
The gym was only a couple blocks from my apartment, I had passed it on several occasions since I moved in, but never thought to stop.
Dark windows lined the sidewalk, a large blue door with a sign “Porter’s Gym and Fitness Lounge” hung above it, but no other signs or peeks through the glass to display what the place was really all about.
Was it a lesbian gym? My heart started pounding as I realized that may be why Carla offered me the card.
I took a deep breath and turned the door knob, pushing the door open as I took my first step inside.
The bright teal walls were energetic and the woman at the counter competing with them as she cheerfully greeted me into the gym.
To the right, a lounge area filled with bean bag chairs, colorful furniture and a juice bar and to the left, a gym, just like one you would expect anywhere, just more colorful, and filled only with women.
So, is this a lesbian gym? Shouldn’t they advertise that…?
“Welcome to Porter’s, have you been here before?” the woman asked behind the counter.
“No,” I said, muttering really, and then handed her the business card as if it were an invite, or form of I.D.
“A friend of Carla’s, great,” she said, her voice even perkier than before.
“She just gave me the card, I live nearby…” I started to ramble.
I always ramble when I am nervous. Why did this woman care how I got the card or where I lived…she didn’t!
“I think you’ll love it here,” she said.
She punched in a few keys on her computer and then looked up at me with a smile. “If you’ll have a seat, Carla will be right with you,” she said.
Oh God, so Carla is here? I was hoping to slip in, check out the place and not have to see her face to face, at least not right away.
I looked around at the women in the gym; they were all shapes and sizes. At least it wasn’t a body builder’s gym, or the type of gym where only cheerleader types hung out.