chapter 1

I’ve been watching her for weeks now. She comes in late at night at the same time religiously. I don’t think she’s caught me staring yet, mainly because I'm in my office behind a two way mirror. Watching her complete her workout, starting with stretches. Right. Infront. Of. My. Window. And let me tell you it’s the best part of my day. She’s definitely a few inches taller than me, absolutely gorgeous. Her smile, and her laugh are just absolutely stunning. Then my eyes travel lower. Her hips, thighs and pretty sure the strongest calves i’ve seen. How those basketball shorts cling to her hips and ass. I may just need life alert.
I’m finishing up my massage therapy degree, thankfully I'm getting all the practice now PF now offers massages to their platinum customers. And I know SHE’S a platinum customer. Kandy. I’ve done my research. Well. Stalking. What she doesn't know… well you know how the rest of that statement goes. I quickly finish my paper work and turn it in the gym manager, hit the restroom and I check my watch. I should make it to my office before..
“Hello” she smiles as she walks by me. Deadstop.
“H-Hello” I quickly stutter and walk quickly to my office shutting my door behind me.
She’s early. And holy hell she spoke to me.

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The gym just started offering massages to platinum customers. I didn’t think it was the best idea but whatever then I saw the massage therapist they finally chose for overnights. And well, I upgraded the next day. She was very beautiful. Short, dark hair, dark eyes, and that body. That belly. The thought of seeing her belly hanging out the bottom of her shirt made me close my eyes and bite my lip.
It’s been two weeks since I've upgraded and haven’t gone to her yet. Call me shy, but I’m working my way there. She doesn’t come out of her office often, but when she does I know she’s checking me out. Her poker face game isn’t strong but hey, I definitely don’t mind. Confirms all I needed to know. Always in tight leggings, and I definitely don’t mind. Hugging every curve just right. Showing off every part that I love in my women. Thick thighs jiggling, her belly as well would love to help her fill it up. That thought having my cheeks red. Calm yourself.
Coming out of the locker room I make my way over to where I warm up which is right in front of her office and which I'm confident is a two way mirror. Either way It’s a win win. Arms above my head I turn stretching my back before slowly bending down my fingers grazing the gym floor before standing and then back down. I do a couple of lunges facing away still stretching my legs and showing off the booty. I turn and stretch again facing the mirror offering a smile just in case she’s watching. Hopefully she’s watching me.

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Definitely can’t take my eyes off her, every movement. It’s like she knows I can see her. My lip instantly in between my teeth. She’s so fucking sexy. After her stretches she heads the elliptical. 20 minutes that machine feels like seconds. I watch each step, how her body moves and jiggles. My legs clench together watching her move.
Fuck. She’s so sexy. I’m so turned on just watching her use this machine. I can feel myself getting wet. Next was the bike. Her face is beginning to get red, and she’s sweating and I’m still getting more and more turned on. My eyes are on her legs and all I can think is how I'd love to have them wrapped around me. Me being the reason her face is getting red, I want to hear her moan my name. I hope she comes to me after this workout. I want to get my hands on her. Maybe not in the way that I am craving at this moment but I’ll take anything. Hopefully I remember how to speak.

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I had every intention of going in there. Finally getting that massage, breaking the ice and talking to her. But I chickened out. But I'm going back tonight on a night I don’t usually don’t go. Hopefully she’s there, even plan on cutting the workout short. If at all. Even planned my outfit. Tight leggings, black wife beater and hopefully she likes it.

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Feeling a bit discouraged that she didn’t come see me yesterday. And today is her off day meaning this day will drag on and on. Walking back towards my office munching on an entire bag of chips, it’s not like anyone is here to see. I turn the corner and I see her. I stopped dead in my tracks. She’s leaning up against the wall next to my door on her phone. Kandy. What. What is she doing here? It’s not her day. Creep sounding I know but when you work nights you know your regulars. She finally looks up and sees me and smiles.
“You busy? She asks looking down at the almost empty bag of chips in my hand then back up at me
“No, no what can I do for you?”
“Was hoping to redeem a massage, my lower back has been hurting and my leg” She smiles, “And I was hoping you could help”
I smile “Of course” I open the door “ this way”