Playtime Rules

Rule #1 Don't Fall in Love

Being pretty took a lot of work!

Just ask Yancy how hard was it to stay beautiful twenty-four hours a day. Hair, not a strand out of place. Makeup, an hour to get every contour and highlight to perfection. Clothes, only the top designers from head to toe covered her shapely five-six frame.

The body that was mostly genetics but now she feared needed a little work. She could simply go to a doctor to fix it, tighten up her stomach, and lift her butt the surgical way, but she thought she would try the old fashion way.

Exercise.

She shivered at the thought. That would mean getting sweaty and...smelly.

"Oh no, no, no!" Yancy was dragged to the gym by her best friend Tamyra. This was after her failed attempt of trying to go jogging in the park with her, going ten minutes before going into cardiac arrest.

She was kidding, of course, only felt like a heart attack as her heart rate excelled to Jupiter. She could not breathe, had to stop, and laid on the ground, and had a panic attack. She thought she would die in the park in sweaty Ivy Park biker shorts and a tank top. Cute but dead.

Tamyra said she needed to start slow and work her way up, that is why she suggested a gym. In all her twenty-six years, Yancy never enjoyed exercising. It was a means to an end when she had to do it in school.

"Girl, you act as if this is not the best of the best of the best gyms in the area." Tamyra was a year younger than her, a few inches taller, and did not have the natural shape she was born with. She had work done to flatten her tummy and got a Brazilian Butt Lift. It was not oversized, but eyes went to her ass every time she wore something tight.

Tamyra pulled her shoulder-length deep auburn hair into a high ponytail arranged earbuds in each ear, and checked her Apple watch, poking at it before she start her workout. Her friend was thick and curvy what men love nowadays, and she was not obsessed with getting skinny, but she loved working out to keep her body toned. She said she had to fight to stay right versus flabby like others in her Mexican family.

Meanwhile, Yancy felt the closer she crept to thirty she was losing her natural leanness. Now she had to eat right and exercise. Bummer! Good thing she looked cute in her Fabletics pink leggings and matching crop top. Of course the white-on-white Jordans. Going to the gym needed to be a fashion show for her.

Tamyra's body looked hot in the white leggings and matching tank top. It was a good thing they were two smoking hot baddies.

If only she did not have to work out. Tamyra picked the gym and they decided to join together. Tamyra loved it.

Yancy, on the other hand, looked for an exit as soon as they walked into the gym. "What if someone...sweats on me?"

"Girl, stop with all that bougie nonsense. Before you made it good out of the hood, you were the hood. Bring that Fancy Yancy back," Tamyra said to her.

She hated that nickname her classmates had for her at Hazelwood East back in the day. She was a long way from "Fancy Yancy" now, and now all her haters were mad at her. Easily the most successful in her graduating class. Net worth at only twenty-six more than all of them combined.

Being Yancy McAllister, one of the youngest Black millionaires under thirty in the St. Louis metropolitan area, of course, the only gym that met her standards was Good Life Gym in St. Charles, right across the way from St. Louis County. GLG was the platinum-level gym that she deserved if she was going to sweat out her hair and make-up.

Membership to join the gym was a yearly five-thousand fee, and then an additional seven hundred ninety-five a month. That did not include special services that the gym offered including a steam room, massage chairs, tanning beds, and rock climbing. Also, there were extra fees to take specialized classes like spin, yoga, and Barre.