Chupa Sa Gym Novels & Stories

"They’re focusing on transitional housing this quarter. If we get this, we can fund the first three months of the shelter's operation without touching a dime of Julian’s 'salary' account." "Exactly," Sophie said with a sharp nod. "I’ve prepped the data sheets. We’ll review the pitch after your workout. Now go. Your trainer doesn't like it when his 'star pupil' is late." The gym Julian had a membership for was an exclusive, subterranean club where the lighting was dim and the equipment looked like it belonged in a NASA laboratory. Lily liked the anonymity of it. Here, she wasn't a wife or a CEO; she was just a woman trying to outrun her own thoughts on a treadmill.

I chuckled to myself when I remembered what Tyler did once at the gym. This super-hot blond walked into the gym, she was slim but fit, she was wearing a sports top that only just covered her huge boobaloobs. Her abs were on show and she had on these cycling shorts that made her ass, look like she'd just shoved two plump balloons down them to create the perfect Kardashian butt.

There was a smile on Tiya's face, she gave some biscuits to Buzzo and then changed into her bra and yoga pants. The moment she came out of the washroom, Sam's eyes remained struck on her. As she was not carrying her dress, so instead of wearing her sports bra she was wearing her black colour regular cupped bra with black yoga shorts. She was looking too hawt that Sam immediately felt a hard on just by looking at her. He instantly diverted his gaze from her. "Let's start" Tiya said casually then they both went towards Sam's personal gym. It was a fully equipped gym With a comprehensive range of cardio equipments such as treadmills, steppers and elipticals per club, and over 3 tons of free wei

I haven't been here for a week now and it feels like a year. Every where is neatly arranged. I drop my bag and glance around Chase's living room. He's not around. Where is he? I hear loud grunts from somewhere in his apartment. I follow the noise, up the stairs and down the hallway. I stop outside his gym room. The door is ajar and Chase is shirtless, punching the life out of a punching bag. He's wearing a black Nike joggers that hang low on his waist, revealing his Calvin Klein white briefs. He's sweating profusely. His torso drips down sweat and I watch a stray line of sweat till it travels down his waistline and disappears past his boxers.

A cryptic look sit on her face, before it’s replaced with a smile. Going our separate ways, I beeline for the gym. I remember where it’s located because of the mini tour Beta Andrew gave us of the New Moon pack. It takes less than five minutes to make it from the main house to the training facility. Opening the door, I am bombarded with the spicy cherry scent I crave. Against the back wall, Charity moves around a punching bag, practicing her form, which is perfect. Just like everything else about it. Using her distraction, I continue watching in silent amazement as she demolishes the bag further with each blow.

I ended the call and prayed to God she would change her mind. Since it was Saturday, I went to the gym at Osmium, where all the staff had access to it. It was pretty cool with complete equipment. I found Kye starting up already. “Hey.” I didn’t even recognize my own voice. It sounded gloomy and lifeless. “I’ll pretend you’re not around.” Kye worked on the dumbbell. He just noticed I wasn’t in the mood to chat. Unlike Sax, the word limit didn’t exist in his vocabulary.

I need the gym, I chuckle and put on my tennis shoes. I locked my door and ran to the gym down my street. Luckily it was late and only vampires would be there. I opened the door and my eyes widened seeing only Sergio punching the bag. I grin, I have a sparring partner. "Hey, limp dick ya wanna fight?" I grin at the sexy fucker. He eyed me and shrugged. "Sure, you want to lose that's fine with me, how about we bet on it this time, if I win you have to let me fuck you," he grins and winks.

He pushed through the heavy glass doors of the private executive gym. The air was thick. Rubber. Sweat. Stale oxygen. Caleb tossed a pair of sparring gloves at my chest. "Put them on." He kicked his shoes off. He was already in his undershirt, the fabric clinging to the muscles of his back. The bandages from the warehouse were gone, replaced by a jagged, red scar. "I’m not sparring with you, Caleb." I dropped the gloves. "Then just stand there and take it." He moved. Fast.

Luca’s gym is…loud. My eyes go wide as Conner and I step inside, as I take in the dozens of people all working out. There three boxing rings spread out across the long room, and then at least fifteen large punching bags hang from the ceiling in the area to my left. Weaving in between them are a group of teenage boys, each concentrating hard as they punch the bag in front of them, being cheerfully yelled at by the man who is clearly their coach. Loud, heavy music pulses through the air, and no one turns to me as I come in.

I could feel Dunlop's burning gaze on my back I stopped running and turned to look at him and just like I thought he was staring at me, his lips slightly parted, on eyes on my boobs while lifting the leg press I wouldn't hurt to tease him a little bit I gave him a sinister smile and picked up the skipping rope. I stood at a part of the gym where he could see me clearly I started skipping and my boobs played their role perfectly by juggling every which way Dunlop stopped doing his exercises and just stared at me, at my boobs. I could see the bulge in his pants growing as he kept staring, licking his lips at intervals I stopped skipping and walked over to him. He immediately reached over to to