Chupa Sa Gym Novels & Stories

The gym was inside! Bianca's eyes widened in surprise, and it took her a while to catch her breath. "Is this your home gym?" "Who else's would it be? Let's go!" The man led the way inside, a modern industrial-style gym: a top-notch Technogym climbing machine, a treadmill with a VR screen, and a $200,000 Kinesis designer series fitness training wall... "Come on!" The man called out to Bianca at the entrance of the yoga studio, and Bianca only then realized her inappropriate reaction. But she didn't feel embarrassed.

It was also enclosed in a conservatory type building so that you could see the outdoor pool and garden. “Ok,” Bianca said, snapping me out of my memorised tour. “The gym is free between 10 and 12 most days. Just let me know when you are free, and we will schedule some sessions.” “Sounds like a plan. Only if it’s not too much of a bother or disrupts your day.” “You are going to be marrying Gio in the near future. Your safety and wellbeing has been entrusted to me and I will make you a lean, mean, butt kicking machine,” we both couldn’t hold our laughter.

I have already seen the pool, the garden but I haven't seen the gym, the tennis playground. I went inside the gym and touched the things..I haven't gone to the gym..but I heard so many things about it. My cousin Layla used to tell my aunt about going with her. But she didn't have much time. I touched the dumbles and the machines..and thought for a second. I think I need to lose some weight..I held the dumbbell in my hand and suddenly it fell on my leg. I shouted in pain and fell on my knees. At last, I decided never to take a step forward inside the gym..as it's not my cup of tea.

They just wanted to get the testing over with. "Okay," said the gym teacher, a piece of gum in her mouth. "When I say go, you'll do as many sit ups as you can in one minute." "Remember," whispered Jaida as she looked over to Arius on her left. "Don't overdo it. We don't need anyone getting suspicious." He didn't respond at all, and the second the teacher yelled "go," they began.

The atmosphere was serene, inviting me to embark on my personal transformation. Rows of cutting-edge exercise machines lined one side of the gym. Treadmills, ellipticals, and stationary bikes stood ready for use, their sleek designs beckoning me to hop on and start my journey. On the opposite side, a collection of free weights and weight machines awaited, promising to challenge and sculpt my muscles.

It has been 2 days since the charity event and it has been 2 days, I didn’t go and make my move to Chase. For the first time in my life, I kinda doubted myself. I kept hitting the punching bag to relieve my stress. I’m currently at the gym but not the hotel gym. It’s a gym that I found down the streets and it takes 30 minutes to arrived here. There isn’t a lot of people who come here only a few but today I’m alone that’s a good thing for me.

" Chip heads inside his gym and I follow behind him. Once inside, Chip announces he is going to be in his office should anyone need him. Before following him to the corner small space, I look around. I hadn't noticed before, but I have never been inside here. It's huge. Large brick walls that are corridor to each other. A huge square boxing ring in the middle with weights, machines and matts surrounding it. There is also a pair of double doors off to the side and judging by the steam and half naked men walking through it, are the showers.

The bunker's gymnasium was Clara's new sanctuary. She had converted one of the largest underground chambers into a comprehensive training facility, complete with weightlifting equipment, cardio machines, and a small obstacle course she had designed herself. The space was well-lit, climate-controlled, and utterly soundproof—the perfect environment for the brutal physical transformation she had planned.

I looked like pure sin. Harper whistled behind me. “Damn, Chica! That ass looks fucking amazing.” We laughed and headed inside the gym. A few minutes later she pulled me around the back of the building. “Ready for my surprise?” She pulled a fat joint from her purse. “Trainwreck. Perfect for chaperoning a bunch of horny college kids.” I hesitated for half a second, then said, “Fuck it. Light it up.”

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.