LGBTQ+ Oneshots

Soul Cycled

Lacy sat on the ground, sweat dripping down her bangs that fell in brown strands of oaky chocolate. Her muscles ached and her body screamed for mercy. Music hounded overhead and motivation filled her thoughts. Her lips dried with anticipation and her breathing rapid. Her deep ocean blue eyes remained fixated forward.

Lacy had been attending Soul cycle for over a month now. An exceptionally well designed club for dancing, cycling (as per the name), and social interaction among similar men and women. Her personal reasons for going were not to just keep fit but more of seeking out the council of perseverance through hardships. After the death of her best friend, her mother, it was hard to cope with the uncertainties of life.

"Okay people, lets work those triceps! Yeah! One, two, three, four! Again!"

A trainer across the room yelled happily. Her hair waved in blonde lengths down her head grazing her shoulders in a well kept ponytail. Her body shaped in an hourglass of muscles and heavy set breasts.

Lacy couldn't help but notice the gorgeous woman every week stretching and preforming her daily routine of sexiness. If lacy had the guts and audacity she would ask her out. That required confrontation though, something Lacy despised. In addition it was rare for another female in this particular town to pay much attention to a Latino woman like herself; especially one that spoke little Spanish and had the rare condition of being birthed with blue eyes that seemed to haunt her throughout her life.

The place had just begun reaching its closing time.  The sun had finally set in the sky and dusk had long since disappeared; giving way to darkness that consumed the outside world.  Lacy watched as the usual, particularly beautiful, women and men left their mats and equipment to head to the lockers where they would grab a drink and be on their way home for the night. If you were lucky, you were going home with someone. If you were extremely lucky even, you may have been going home TO someone. That was not the usual case for Lacy. A middle aged Latino woman living in a town full of judge-mental Caucasian pricks who had no respect for diversity. She shouldn't be to hard on them. She was an outsider in their territory after all. The question is, was it really their territory to be judging in?

Lacy sat up, her abs aching from hours of hard work. She glanced over at the trainer. Her ass in the air as she bent over to pick up her mat.

Lacy must of been drooling because when the trainer turned around she made direct eye contact with Lacy, blushing and pushing a blonde strand back behind her ear before disappearing into the locker room.

Lacy remained sitting there, moments ticking by before  lights began to flicker out. People trickled out of the locker room and towards the doors leading out into the dark of evening.

Lacy rose and grabbed her mat, she folded it up and held it under her armpit while slowly strolling towards the locker room. A few women passed by her on the way out; talking about taking a trip to some coffee shop or bar.

"Must be nice." Lacy whispered under her breath.

Lacy walked down a corridor where lockers began to take form on the walls. Everyone had closed their compartments and made sure to use their combinations to keep their possessions secure. A few women remained here and there pulling their last remaining items out and closing up shop with a click and twist of numbers.

The room had begun to fall silent, lacy had already opened her locker and begun changing. A sound startled her making her look behind herself.

Empty.

Lacy continued to change, wiping off the sweat that had turned cold. The sound once again echoed throughout the locker room.

"Hello?" Lacy said suspiciously.