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and
make one last trip to the ladies’ room. I pass my boss's office on
the way out and can see the lamp is still lit. He usually doesn't
leave it on. I try the door handle, only to find it locked. I reach
in my laptop case; and before I can get the key in the lock, the lamp
that was once on the desk has been knocked to the floor. I maneuver
to look through the window, which has a sheer curtain. I can't quite
see in the office, but I can hear.
    “Mii-SER!” an
exuberant female voice yells.
    “Mii-SER Wilke.”
She sounds French. “Oh, Oui! Oui! Oui! Fuuk Me Herrrd!!! Votre bite
se sent vraiment très bon!” Definitely French...
    Time to go. I turn on
my heel and hotfoot it out of the office. I can’t get to the
elevator quick enough. Well, I won’t be arguing with myself about
my compensation package. “Bonus it is.”
    * * *
    On my ride from the
office, I'm relaxing my mind from the events with Bryant. I'm still
torn that I may have lost my best friend. Sex-sessions were good; but
if I could change anything, I'd eliminate the sex just to have my
friend back.
    On another note, my
boss is a sex fiend. He's rockin’ some Frenchie in his office; and
in a couple hours, he'll be doin’ his wife. My God, my boss is a
man-whore. Mr. Wilke is gorgeous, and I can see how he attracts
women. I never thought he’d do two in one day. I'm not judging; but
if I were, he’d get a 9.5 on the nasty dick scale.
    Cruising down Broadway
listening to an acoustic version of Maroon 5, I turn up the volume
and sing like I have the voice for it. Hahaha, I don't.
    I’ve been a slacker
for two days, Bria get your ass
to the gym . Pulling up, I spot a parking space close to
the entrance, and I whip my coupe in it like a NASCAR racer. Lucky
me. I continue to sing.
    The wind chills me as I
get out of the car and remove my workout bag from the trunk. I show
up at the gym, and I have an eerie feeling in my gut. Something is
strange. I hand the receptionist my membership key card, and she
smiles at me. I look around to see if a stepper is free, and it's not
looking good. I change quickly and head back to the equipment. I
decide to start with some light rowing, get twenty minutes in just to
loosen me up until a stepper is free. I want a rower facing the
steppers. As soon as one is available, I’ll haul ass to get to it.
Nothing will stand in my way; nothing, I tell myself.
    The rower beeps as I
meet my goal; just then, I look up, and there it is, an available
stepper. I jump to my feet and lightly jog to the one on the end
facing the pool area. Before I reach the machine, I slam hard into
what I think is a wall, which just magically appeared.
    “Oww, dammit! What
the hell?”
    “You like what you're
stalking, hmm?”
    “What!” I look up
at the human wall. “You’ve got to be fuckin’ kidding me!” I
spit out. “Seriously, you are creeping me the hell out!”
    “Three's my favorite
number,” he confesses.
    Shaking my head, I step
back. “Excuse me; I want to use the stepper.”
    “For what, that's not
your problem area,” says the human wall.
    Whaa? He did not just
say that. “What are you, a personal trainer?”
    “No, but I've seen
enough of you to know that your legs and your inner thighs don’t
need that equipment
to work you out.” He points to the stepper.
    Oh, no, he did not, and
my lower little lady part is not responding to this BS. Ohh, she is;
he can't say another word.
    “You need upper body
training,” he says.
    “No, I'm fine in that
area.”
    “Not doubting that;
but you might want to tone your arms.”
    “Why?” I fold my
arms over my chest. He leans in close, and I can smell his cologne.
It smells like fresh linen and an alcohol-based musk. It smells like
Bryant's. He moves his lips to my ear so only I can hear him.
    “You'll probably want
to build your arm strength to be able to hold on.”
    “Hold on to what?”
    “The wall... my
head... doesn't matter; but, you'll need to hold on.”
    “Why in the