For The Hope Of It All

Ilyes

I couldn't fuck Eva. Even when Kiyara decided to leave without her and the others eventually went home. I wanted to. My cock ached after just smelling Kiyara, that rose smelling perfume of hers and seeing her in that dress and the feel of my body against hers. But it didn't feel right, not with Eva. I'm not sure why, even with her throwing herself at me, trying to kiss my neck and resting her hand on my thigh. I ended up calling a car for her but not before asking her what branch of Fluid she worked at under the guise that I'd come to one of her pilates classes. Kiyara still hadn't given me her number and I didn't want to seem so desperate by asking Sinclair or Andreas or Gio even if they probably wouldn't have questioned it. So instead, after my rehab and training in the morning, I take a car to Fluid in Gramercy Park and pay for a day pass at the front desk. The receptionist seems skeptical at first when she notices my moon boot but eventually hands it over. I seem to be the only male there at this time of day which is why all eyes are on me as I enter the studio that has Kiyara's name on the small tablet outside the door. It was a full house, a range of women from their twenties to their sixties at least. The red haired girl behind me gets cut off when the class hits capacity. Part of me is starting to believe that Kiyara is the one that gets the booked out classes and not Eva. I've never done pilates before in my life and whatever I thought I knew about pilates was thrown out the window when I noticed the bed like frame lined up in the studio and no mats on the floor. I follow the lead of my peers, setting down my gym bag and sitting on the platform waiting for Kiyara to appear.

"Welcome to my jump board reformer class, ladies!" A voice calls out as the dark haired girl approaches the frame at the front.

Jump board? Fuck me.

"And gentleman" A lady who was at least forty adds, glancing over at me. Kiyara's attention falls to me as she follows her gaze, her eyes widening at the sight of me. I offer her a smile but she only walks towards me with a look that I can't decipher and a stalk that is similar to a cheetah hunting for prey. She looks so good in skin tight grey two piece that is probably from Lululemon or Skims - wherever girls get their clothes from. I make a mental note to invest in one of them because the way her body looks in it is filthy.

"Eva's class is next door"

Surprisingly, none of the other class members look at us. They just begin stretching or speaking amongst each other so I turn my gaze back to Kiyara. "I'm here for your class actually."

"Not with your bum ankle. This is for those who know what a reformer is."

"Hey" I frown. "I just wanted to take you out for lunch after this."

"No" She responds, quick as a whip.

"Kiyara, please" The words barely leave my mouth when she turns back around, adjusting the headpiece on her head and taking her place in the front of the class. The speakers begin to crackle as she taps against the microphone near her mouth and the music begins to start.

"Okay class, let's start!"

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Pilates is no joke. Let alone this jump-board reformer bullshit. The requirements were more than just knowing what a reformer was, this was next level bullshit. I looked like I was a Sunday league player trying to play professional level football. Almost none of the other girls in the class even looked remotely fazed by just how intense this shit was. I seemed like I was the only one who was soaking wet, through my compression shirt and my shorts. My balls were wet and my sweat was dripping through my hair and catching on my eyebrows. I felt disgusting. I had to wipe down the reformer after every single set by the end it was futile because my towel was drenched and heavy. Kiyara just had this sheen over her that made her tanned skin glow like a glazed donut. By the end of it, my entire body ached, my abs felt so fatigued I could barely sit up. After the cool down, everyone got up as if they hadn't just been tortured the entire hour. I shut my eyes for a moment, feeling the sweat slip down my temples and past my ears, my chest still heaving.