chapter 2: fried chicken

Jade came back the very next day to start her programme. It was focused heavily on cardiovascular training to raise her metabolism and start burning fat, so I had her spend a lot of time on the cross-trainer and exercise bike. She really seemed to be going for it, and I had to tell her several times to take it easy.

"Great session," I said to her afterwards, "It seems you're really determined to shed those pounds. If you keep on with the same attitude, you'll be able to squeeze back in those jeans in no time!"

She gave me a grateful smile and thanked me for my encouragement, then headed to the women's locker room for a shower. I ducked into the men's to collect some towels, and heard that there were a couple of guys talking in the showers. It was typical alpha-male banter about how much they had lifted that day and whom they had screwed the previous weekend, so I didn't pay much attention until the conversation turned to my new project.

"Have you seen the new girl in the gym?"

"What, you mean the little fatty? Yeah man, she looks pretty out of her depth!"

"You mean out of her depth like a beached whale?"

There was a chorus of laughter, and I only just stopped myself from joining in, and then the second guy continued.

"So... would you?"

"Ahh, come on man, you know I like them skinny - or at the very least, I draw the line at chicks that weigh more than me!"

"I don't know, she's got a pretty face... and you know what they say about fat girls - they're so grateful for the attention, they'll do anything!"

"Well she's all yours, bro. I don't screw pigs! Maybe if she lost about fifty pounds she might be half-acceptable, but I don't think that's gonna happen - little chunker looks like she couldn't keep away from the pies for long enough."

The showers stopped and I saw both guys' towels disappear around the corner from where they had been hanging.

"Yeah, she definitely likes her food..." There was a silence while the guy thought about something. "OK, well fifty says I can nail her for the price of a bargain bucket!"

More laughter.

"You're on, mate. You know what, give yourself a chance - make it a family bucket and you might just be in there with that porker!"

Unexpectedly, an image flashed through my mind. Jade was on all fours, her gorgeous face covered in fried-chicken grease. The almost-empty family bucket lay next to her. She was gasping and squealing as her wobbling body got pumped from behind by some ripped dude who was just thinking of high-fiving his buddy afterwards. He was laughing at her, shaking her love-handles, poking her belly and calling her a fat slut. As he pounded away, he pulled her head back by the hair and crammed the last piece of chicken into her panting mouth.

I snapped back to reality and bent down to pick up the last towel, and noticed a distinct hardness in my shorts from the weird fantasy. Shaking my head, I went back to work.