Her Body of Muscle: Winter vs the Nanobots

Chapter 21

Winter stared at the door for what felt like an hour. For a moment, she had wanted to rip the door back open and call after Jackson. Ask him to come back. Maybe he would understand if she told him the whole story, from the very beginning. But how could she possibly explain stealing from her now dead x-husband. Wouldn't he blame her? God knew she blamed herself.

How could Jack ever look her in the eyes again.
Adding fury to her psychological turmoil, moisture started to form in her eyes manifesting as soft droplets down her cheeks. Oh gawd, she thought. Frustration and anxiety mixed in a turbulent internal storm, with a wet, cold, cloudy blanket of overwhelming sadness and loneliness.
No, this was not going to be her story. Faced with wallowing or action, like a lightswitch flipping on in the dead of night, she pushed it all down. This mess could be sorted out later, right now, Winter needed to move. Stepping into her bedroom, she shook her head at the strewn valuables on the floor. The last 24 hours had felt like years, how was all this still there. Well, it was going to stay a mess longer, she couldn't deal with it now. She reached down and pulled five 100-dollar bills from one of the stacks of cash. Grabbing her keys, she locked her door and headed for the parking garage.

Squealing out of the garage, she couldn't help noticing a dark sedan flick on its taillights and careen nonchalantly out into the street several long seconds after she left. Glancing into the rearview mirror, Winter noticed the tinted vehicle carefully plug gaps several cars behind as it followed her towards the gym. Well, that brute of a man from the night before had warned them. Winter supposed she had to expect it. Well to hell with it. Winter thought. She'd done a pretty damn good job of ruining everything already anyway. Why did she care she was being tailed? Let them break into the apartment, they could probably figure it all out quickly. She supposed killing her would be the next agenda item. She probably deserved it. It was just another thing Winter wanted to forget about. If there were a drug that could erase all memory of the past, she would take it.

Halfway to the warehouse gym, stopped at a light, Winter found herself reflecting on Jackson despite all efforts to have a completely clear mind. Her wallowing self-apathy felt like a beach being pounded with the waves of genuine desire and affection. Ugh, she just wanted to throw her arms around him. Pulling Jackson into her chest, smashing his limber body up against hers. Putting her head on his shoulder, letting his waist and excitement throb into her as their bodies melted together. She shuddered. No. Not now, what would she say? He would want an explanation. No. She could not handle the idea of seeing Jack. Instead of turning right at the light like she had done countless times before, Winter turned left.

Parking in the lot of a massive globo-gym on the other end of the neighborhood, Winter stepped out of her beat up car in baggy sweats. Only one thing was left on her mind: a workout. Registration, a new membership card, and an annual subscription covered with $500 in cash, Winter set to work.

Thankfully, baggy clothes disguised the muscular power underneath. She ripped through extended sets of legs. Holding eccentric motion for increasingly longer durations, she pounded out countless more repetitions than she could recall ever accomplishing before. The frustration and loneliness absolutely bellowed through her body, pushing every fiber to complete and utter exhaustion. More than once she smiled gleefully, knowing what no other casual gym member knew. Her loose sweatpants disguised a pumped, muscular, pulsing, anguished body of an evolving goddess. There had been a couple stares, but those had been more ogling the weight she had on bars than her body. She was grateful for the anonymity. No-one bothered an attempt to introduce themselves. By the end of the workout, she could feel the damp moisture of torrential sweat mingled with the salt and stickiness from the night before.

After nearly two hours, Winter returned to her car, body whimpering in fatigue and strain. Endorphins coursed through her blood stream as she dropped her head back against the headrest. She reveled in her pounding heartbeat feeling the pulse down each finger and toe, pumping healing oxygen over her exhausted frame. She had felt the pure joy of lifting weights many times in the past, but not quite to this euphoria-rific level of escape. The last several hours had felt like a dream of ecstasy. A release of all hindrances. The embrace of primal physical, mental, and spiritual catharsis.

Glancing again in her rearview mirror, she noticed the same dark tinted sedan in a lonely spot on the far side of the parking lot. Without thinking, she flicked off the engine and bolted out of the car. Deliberately, in a state of blind ecstatic conviction following the best workout of her life, she strolled up to the car and knocked on the driver's side window. There was a pause and she knocked again, more vehemently. The window's velvety electronics kicked into gear and the window rolled down exposing a tall, massive looking youngish man staring up at her startled white in surprise.

"So, I'm Winter by the way." She said, extending a slightly sweaty palm towards the man.
"Uh." The guy said dumbly. Damn, he was kinda hot. Winter thought. Well at least, in a dumb jock just tell me what to do sort of way. "I'm." There was another idiotic confused pause. "Umh, I'm Dave?"

"Is that a question?" Winter posited.

"Yeah. No, I mean, no. I'm Dave, that's me." The chiseled jawline pronounced flatly.

"Well, good to meet you Dave. I'll see you around." Winter said with a smile, turned, and strode back to her car.

Walking through the front door, she whipped off her soaked, baggy sweatpants as she headed for the bathroom. Facing the mirror, naked, she ignored her disheveled hair and sweat stained face. She smiled at her pumped physique, veins subtly popping above flesh urgently recovering from fatigue. A sudden desire to push hard, even further into the pump caused a little itch of excitement. Mustering every ounce of strength, she worked through a long posing routine. Focusing in on each tiny little muscle group as she held flexed positions. Holding a double bicep pose in the mirror she counted down the seconds as her body ached and throbbed pouring all energy into holding the flexed position. Long after her body screamed out in utter agony, her mental focus kept the strain of muscular exertion. Continuing through multiple poses, she whimpered after nearly 30 minutes of flexed focus. She felt like crumpling to the ground. Her body pulsed and pleaded after an impossibly long period of prolonged tension.

She could not help noticing that as the strain had intensified, an arousal had escalated as well. The magnificent artistic celebration of the day's hard work translating into an undeniable sexual excitement. Hardly self-worship, it felt like a celebration of true labor, of the journey towards the impossible heights of physical perseverance. As she stepped into the shower, the warm water tickled and massaged as it wiped the sweat, grime and loneliness from her skin. As the hot water coursed over sinewed muscles, pulling and cascading down abs and obliques, she couldn't help embracing the climactic ecstasy between her thighs, giving utterly and totally into orgasmic satisfaction. She dropped to her knees as the shower pounded her back, one palm flat on the ground as the other massaged in ever swiftening blur of motion. She torqued and growled in the pleasure as she came fast and heavy letting all the air escape her lungs in full release.

Emerging from the shower and dressing, Winter felt the relaxation that follows a long sauna session or an afternoon of reposing in shadows after a day playing football out in the tropical sun. Delightfully fatigued, she slowly began to clean up the apartment. Broken dishes were piled into the trash receptacle and the infamous cabinet placed back where it belonged. It was a more difficult task finding the appropriate spot for the array of items taken from Philip's vault. But ultimately, all the gold bars were stacked carefully inside the corner of the closet, the cash carefully tucked away in shoe boxes and the remaining jewelry, electronics and artwork stowed in her large bedroom dresser.

At last, the apartment was back as it belonged. With the obvious tasks completed, Winter found herself drifting towards processing the last several days excitement. That was the last place she wanted to her mind to fester. So again, she found herself out the door. Somewhere between finishing cleaning the apartment and realizing she had nothing left to do, Winter decided she needed a job.

She couldn't help hoping a dark sedan with a massive dumb jock in the drivers seat would follow her like a puppy dog. Winter couldn't deny her satisfaction when she saw Dave's sedan pull back out into the street following her.