Gym Junkie

She sees Brock and me, and she smiles before she walks over to us. “Hi, I’m Emily.”

“Hi.” I smile, grateful to see a friendly female. “I’m Tully.”

She bends and kisses me on the cheek. “Hello, Tully. It’s so nice to finally meet you.”

Hmm, she says that like she’s heard of me before. Brock sits on a stool behind us, and two of his friends come over to sit with him.

“So, you are dating one of the guys?” I ask her to try and make conversation.

Brock’s hand comes up around my thigh from behind, and he runs it up my leg, underneath my dress as he talks. His thumb brushes back and forth over the lips of my sex through my panties as he talks. I think he’s unaware that he’s even doing it.

“Yeah, I’m going out with big John.” She points to a guy on the other side of the group who is sitting down.

“Big John?” I frown.

She giggles. “He’s six-foot seven.”

My eyes widen, and she then leans in and whispers, “He’s big in all places.”

I laugh softly. I like this girl already.

“What are you drinking?” she asks.

“Just a sauv blanc.”

“Oh.” She grimaces. “That stuff will kill a dog.”

I nod, scowling at my drink. “I know, right?”

“Fuck that. Let’s go and get some cocktails.”

Six hours later

I have three new best friends, and their names are Emily, Freya, and Monika. They’re going out with some of Brock’s friends and have each gone out of their way to make me feel comfortable. We have been drinking anything and everything. It’s amazing how much women can bond over alcohol. I could be best friends with anyone after a couple of rounds. To be honest, I’ve hardly seen Brock all night but I’ve watched him with the boys. He’s definitely the leader of the group. He doesn’t talk much, but when he does everyone hangs off of his every word. Ben left at nine. He had to get home to his pregnant wife. I think he’s my favourite out of all the friends Brock has. He’s so dry, and he has this I don’t give a fuck attitude about him. The club is packed to the rafters because there is a band playing. It’s getting loud, hot, and sweaty.

Cindy is on the dance floor, dancing for the group of boys as if she’s some kind of stripper. They’re all pretending not to look, but I can see them all casually glancing over and pretending not to see her. I stand and watch her for a moment.

“What’s with her?” I ask the girls.

Emily turns to see who I’m talking about, and then turns back to us, rolling her eyes. “She’s after your man, sweetie.”

“Who, Brock?” I frown. I was hoping she wanted any man, not just mine.

“She’s ridiculous,” Freya whispers.

“She’s obsessed with him.”

“Brock?” I repeat.

“Yep. You should see what she wears to these nights out and how she puts on a show for the guys, hoping that, one night, Brock will take her home. It’s actually a joke amongst the boys in the office. They all tease him about it.”

We all look over to watch as Cindy swings her hips down until she’s nearly at floor level before she snaps her whole body back up.

“Slut snaps?” I frown. Oh, please. What next? She’s so fourth grade.

The girls all burst out laughing.

I lean into the group. “Has he ever… you know?”

I feel a large hand snake around my waist from behind, and Brock pulls my body back to his.

“Hey.” He smiles as he kisses my cheek from behind.

The girls all begin talking.

“You having fun?” he asks, dropping his hand to my behind.

I smile and nod. “Now that you’re here, I am.”

He kisses me over my shoulder and then licks up my neck to my ear. “You’ll be coming on my face tonight, Pocket,” he whispers.

Goose bumps scatter up my arms. I casually reach behind me to cup his cock, and he kisses my lips in return.

“Are you wet?” he asks so only I can hear.

Our eyes are locked when I give my answer in the form of a single nod.

“You want to go soon?” I can tell he’s had as much to drink as I have.

“I want to come soon,” I whisper back to him.

His eyes darken. “You want to come here?”

I frown. “What do you mean?”

He grabs my behind and grinds me onto his hipbone as his tongue trails down my throat. “You want me to fuck you in this club?”

My eyes widen. “What?” I glance around.

“Because I can,” he whispers darkly, moving closer and kissing me aggressively. “I can fuck anywhere you want, baby. All you have to do is say the word.”

He takes me in his arms and kisses me as if we are alone. I can feel his erection in his pants.

“Jesus, Brock. Down, boy,” I whisper. “We’ll go in half an hour.”