Blink Fitness Murray Hill Novels & Stories

Even though it wasn’t her fault, she still feels terrible about it. Once Shayla got ready, we drove to the gym, which was ten minutes from our house. Shayla looks around the gym at all the men, and I can see the dread in her eyes. “Out.” Josh orders when he too noticed the panic in Shayla’s eyes, and everyone clears out, leaving us alone. Josh was part owner of the gym. He and our mutual friend Murray opened the place five years ago. It was a boxing and mixed martial arts club where I often come to train with Josh and Murray— a Muay Thai instructor.

I have an appointment with the shrink tomorrow, and I just need to make it through this workout. We're the only ones here, and since it's near closing time, I think we'll probably be the last ones to show up. Luckily for me, I know the owner and we have a key. I love working out in the pool because there's little impact on my joints, and right now, they do hurt if I abuse them. The physical therapist told me in the next few weeks that should go away and then I'll be able to rejoin my guys in the Moonshine Task Force. Truth of the matter is, I'm so ready. Sitting around is definitely not the life for me, I can't fucking stand it. I hear the door open and turn around, whistling loudly as I see

I wanted to feel seen. The drive was a blur of nerves and that low, restless throb between my legs that hadn’t really left since last night. Elite Pulse smelled like clean rubber mats, citrus sanitizer, and expensive men’s cologne. I signed in, hands a little sweaty on the tablet. The girl at the desk smiled. “You’re in Jax’s 10 a.m. HIIT. He’s the best. You’ll love it.” I nodded, forced a smile, and walked into the studio. Mats were already laid out. Mostly women my age, all toned and focused. I took a spot in the back row, unrolled my mat, tried to breathe.

He wanted to move as much as possible before he had to go back to that chair. The whole combouya was tastefully decorated in plants and green grass that looked mowed regularly. A running path ran around and through some of the buildings, complete with runners. That was an idea. Running at lunch could be a good way to stay in shape, but an hour was such a short time. He ate his chicken wrap as he toured the running path, careful to stay to the side and out of people's way. "Are you new here?" A voice said from behind him.

Every time the beat drops, a jolt of pleasure shoots straight up my spine. I look around the gym. It’s 7 PM on a Monday. Packed. To my left, a guy in a muscle tee is grunting through bicep curls. To my right, a girl is reading a Kindle on the elliptical. Nobody knows that ten inches away from them, I’m being pleasured by my own cardio. "Good pace," Echo says. "But you can do better. Incline. Level 4." I punch the incline button. The track lifts. My calves burn. My heart rate monitor on the dashboard climbs. 135 BPM.