Page 3 of Bodybuilders for the BBW

“Eh, he makes up for it in other ways.” Drew winked at me. “Forces me to lighten up, y’know. Sometimes high energy people can help boost your battery when you’re feeling flat, but sometimes they can just exhaust you.”

“Right.” I looked around the gym, considering the idea of working out here with someone I didn’t even know. It’d taken everything I had to walk in here with Mandie acting as a buffer. “Well, I’ll definitely think about it, but…”

As I scanned the gym, I saw there weren’t a heap of people here. Mandie deliberately came in the downtimes so as to not annoy other people working out while she shot her videos. She knew it’d make me more comfortable. So it was gym equipment, dumbbells, treadmills and…

Him.

Shaggy light-brown hair was blown out of his eyes as he pushed what seemed like an insane amount of weights up with his legs. I had no idea what the machine was, but I caught the quiver in those thick, muscular thighs, saw his face flush red. Every muscle strained, which was no doubt hard work for him and a delicious sight for me, because damn… There was just something about a guy who was bigger, stronger, than you were. As if he could hear my thoughts, he finished his rep and then looked back over his shoulder.

Oh shit.

I felt like some kind of weird perv as his eyes met mine. They were a strange grey colour. I noticed that because as adrenalin tore through my body, it made every detail crystal clear. His shirt with the sleeves ripped out, the way those big hands gripped the machine, the vein travelling down one bicep. I couldn’t seem to stop staring. He gave me a little nod, as if in recognition of my sin, and then a sly smile spread across his face. That was finally enough for me to wrench my eyes away. God, I was like one of those idiots Mandie talked about annoying them in the gym. Eye-fucking, that’s what she had called it. Actually, make that eye rape. He hadn’t consented to me checking him out and that was enough to get me focussing back on Drew.

“I think I need to work out what I can and can’t do first,” I told him hastily.

That knowing smile made clear that Drew had seen everything. Great, that had me flushing bright red, my cheeks burning hotter as his grin spread. One thing I’d learned, though, is if you didn’t acknowledge you were embarrassed, only arseholes pushed the point, and I was about to test him.

“So maybe we should continue the tour so I can make a decision about membership?” I said briskly.

“Right this way,” he said.

Ten minutes later,I knew they had a wide range of machines here. What were they used for? That was still to be determined. It seemed like a well-stocked gym though, with many different instruments of torture–I mean, exercise equipment.

“Women’s change rooms are through there.” He pointed to the door. “Obviously I’m not going to take you in there, but we have the cleaners go through and tidy it up hourly.”

“Good to know.”

“So I think that’s about everything,” he said. “Were there any questions you wanted to ask?”

“How to make sure Mandie doesn’t freaking kill me in my first gym session?” I shot him a rueful expression. “You know how enthusiastic she gets. She’ll be loading up one of the machines with all this weight and be twittering on about how a positive attitude will have me lifting whatever the hell I want.”

He snorted and shook his head at that.

“Lift light. It should be a little hard, but not impossible. Pushing to the point of muscle failure.” My eyebrows shot up, but he clarified. “When you just can’t do another rep. I wouldn’t recommend that for you right now. Tell her you want some simple movements like a bicep curl or a hip hinge. If a light weight is too much, just perform the motion without one.” I frowned at that, sure I wasn’t that weak. “Getting your form right from the start helps prevent injury and means we don’t have to train you out of that later.”

“So how did you go?”Mandie asked, jumping up from the weight bench she was sitting on. “It’s amazing, right? Drew’s a doll and his partner, Greg, is just amazing.”

“Amazing,” I said with a nod, smiling at her effusive use of superlatives. “So he said to start with simple movements, that getting my form right was more important than lifting heavy weights at the start.” Mandie sucked in a breath, no doubt ready to argue. “Which sounds like a smart plan, right?”

“Right.” Mandie smiled hastily. “Right, OK, so we’ll start with some of the whole body movements. We’ll go over by the mirrors.”

“Where I can see myself stuffing up in real time.” I shook my head. “OK, let’s do it.”

Simple movements,my lily white arse. By the time I completed the last bodyweight squat, my thighs were trembling and sweat was rolling down my neck. We’d been at it for half an hour, but still, I felt like I’d been run over by a bus.

“Last one… Amazing!” Mandie said, performing the same damn exercise with ease. “You did it!”

“Pretty sure the exercise did me in,” I grumbled. “Can I have a shower now, little sister?” I flicked my hands. “I’m all sweaty and gross.”

“Oh, well, I thought?—”

“Hey.” A deep masculine voice had us all turning around, but the only one he focussed on was Mandie. “I saw you finish your training session. Name’s Frank.”

“I’m hitting the showers!”

I used this distraction to make a quick getaway, my sister shooting me a murderous look, but I was out of reach before she could do anything about it.

“Smoothie’s up!” I turned to see Drew gesturing for me to come over.

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