Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Once again, I check over the photos in my phone. They’re good, and I know my editor will be pleased, but there just aren’t enough snaps. I need more. With that, I make an executive decision.
Looking around furtively, I jump off my elliptical and then stroll towards the locker rooms in a casual manner. I’ve got a towel slung over my shoulder and look every bit the innocent gym-goer. But instead of entering the ladies’ room, at the last minute, I swerve and disappear into the men’s. OMG, this is so wrong. There are probably hot naked male bodies in here, sweaty and delicious from hard workouts. But I’m hoping to catch only one hot naked male body in particular, and that’s the physique of Talon Creighton.
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Talon
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What in the world does she think she’s doing? The buxom brunette thinks she’s so sneaky, but I hear the hinge to the locker room door whisper a bit, and I don’t even have to look to know who it is.
After all, I’ve been coming to McGee’s for years. I’m used to how the guys around here behave, and the dudes using this gym don’t tiptoe around quietly. Instead, they slam everything they can get their hands on like the gorillas they are. Hell, they could give King Kong a run for his money, they’re so loud and annoying.
But this woman is different. For some reason, she’s been sneaking around trying to snap photos of me while I work out. Yes, I knew she was there, and yes, I knew from the moment she set up her camera. But what’s her purpose? I’m a professional athlete, so it’s not exactly a secret that I hit the gym every day. It’s a part of my job and if I want to stay ranked in the fighting circuit, being in tip top shape is paramount.
But now, my stalker’s taken the cake. This woman has a lot of guts if she just followed me into the men’s locker room. Even more, this is McGee’s, so it’s not like the place is top of the line. No, the men’s locker room has a weird stale smell, and you need to watch where you step. Shower sandals are highly recommended.
I can hear the soft scuff of her shoes on the concrete floor as her shadow slips in and among the lockers. My stalker is trying to be super quiet, but her sneakers squeak against the tile floor.
I grin and then whip off my towel. Why not give her an eyeful? Maybe it’ll make her scream. Besides, I don’t care who sees me in the buff. Men’s locker rooms are like that, and I’ve seen NFL players give interviews wearing nothing but their jock straps. With a shrug, I grab my towel, sling it over my shoulder and then stroll into the shower area.
Sure enough, my Peeping Tom stations herself behind the nearest bank of lockers, and then goddamn, she points her camera at me again! Is this girl for real? But she’s cute, there’s no doubt about it. The brunette is lush and curvy, even if at the moment, her assets are squeezed into a gym outfit that appears to be three sizes too small. Her breasts strain at the tiny sports bra, and her hips are too wide for the spandex of her bike shorts. But I’ve always appreciated a woman with extra to spare, and decide to give her a show.
Leaving the shower curtain open, I jerk on the shower handle and immediately hot water comes raining onto my back. Then, I turn towards my stalker and squeeze the base of my cock with one hand. Fuck, that feels good. A few more squeezes and rubs make me harden, and soon, my stiffie is at full salute. It’s long and thick, with a heavy purple knob at the top, and I hear a gasp as I come to full mast. I can’t see the girl’s face, but half of her body is sticking out from behind the lockers, and I imagine her eyes are wide and her jaw on the floor. I wish I could see her expression, but this will have to do.
With a half smile, I tug my cock under the warm stream of water, thinking about my crazy stalker. The glint of the camera lens flashes in my eye, and I know she’s recording me. Good.
Stretching one hand out, I brace it against a shower wall. Then I tug my pole in an urgent rhythm, my six pack on view as my cock gets even harder and longer. The tip begins to drip as my thighs tighten and then with a roar, I erupt with pleasure. Hot seed sprays out, splattering against the floor and walls before swirling down the drain. Panting and heaving, I bite out a curse and to my surprise, there’s a small moan from behind the bank of lockers too. Holy shit, did she just come as well? Was she touching herself while watching the show? It seems so taboo, but then again, this girl has already broken a lot of rules.