My Bad Ass White Boy

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*edited*

Christian

*earlier this morning*

"...8, 9, 10" I counted as I was bench pressing. I put the bar back on the rack and stood up. I went into the locker room and flexed in the mirror. I even took my shirt off and took some tool pics, which I sent to Jay. I laughed at myself.

I put my tank top back on and walked out of the bathroom. I only been here for a good ten minutes and I only did one workout. I went to the weight cages to do some squats. I put three 45lbs plates on each side of the barbell. I did reps of ten squats with three sets.

"Damn you're strong. That has to be more than 300 pounds you're squatting." Some girl said behind me. I turned around and was met by a short blonde.

"315." I corrected.

"Damn I wish I was that strong. I don't even I can squat just the bar." She chuckled. Why is she talking to me? "The name is Samantha." never asked what your name was. She held her hand out for a hand shake.

"Christian." I shook her hand. I hope this handshake makes her go away.

"Cute name. Do you mind if you can spot me?" She asked. Yes I mind.

"No." I mentally face palmed. Why did I say that. I should have told her to fuck off so I can finish working out.

"Good." I watched her take the weight off the barbell. I wasn't going to help her either. "I'm ready." I walked up to her and held my arms out. She lifted the bar off the cage. She did her first few squats. I was keeping a good distance away from her. "Five." She counted. This time, her ass brushed up against my crotch. I didn't think much about it. It was an accident. She went down again. "Six." She counted. This time her ass was fully against my crotch. Alright she's doing it on purpose. I took a step back. "Seven." She took a step back and her ass was rubbing against me again.

"Stop." I said. She put the bar on the rack.

"What? I did I do something wrong?" She said with a mischievous smile.

"I'm going to continue my workout." I began to walk away but she grabbed my arm.

"Wait, I need help with my workouts." She bit her lip. "I'm kind of new to working out." Her body was very toned. If this her first time working out, then I must be Donald Trump.

"Look, you're a nice girl, but I have about thirty minutes to finish my workout before I have meet my girlfriend and my son." I said. I hope that statement gave her a hint to bibbidi bobbiti back the fuck up.

"Aw let me see a picture of them." She cheered. I took my phone out and showed her my home screen of Nolan and Jay's selfie. "Your son is so cute. Like his father." She looked at me. She grabbed my phone out of my phone out of my hand. "I'm putting my number into your phone so we can workout sometime." I was going to delete that shit afterwards. She handed my phone back. "Enjoy your workout." She winked and walked off. She went to the treadmill.

I went over to the rowing machine to to a couple of sets. I started rowing. I looked up into the mirror. I saw Samantha looking at me as I worked out. I chose to ignore it.

After thirty minutes of working out, I made my way into the locker room. I grabbed a towel from my gym bag and stripped out my clothes. I wrapped a towel around my waist.

"Hey, tiger." I heard from behind me. I turned around to see Sam standing by the locker room door. She locked the door.

"What the fuck." I said. "What the hell are you doing in here?"