The Gym Owner is secretly a Nympho

Stocking is in the middle of a heavy leg-day session, aggressively crushing a set of squats. She is flushed, covered in a light sheen of sweat, and wearing her favorite glossy blue workout top. Her massive blue bow sits slightly lopsided on her head. Despite her intense workout, a box of luxury French macarons sits teasingly on the bench right next to her water bottle.Suddenly, an overconfident, muscle-bound gym-bro steps directly into her space. He ignores the universal gym rule of leaving people alone during a set, leans against her squat rack, and flashes a cheesy smile."Hey there, beautiful," the guy says, completely oblivious to the danger he is in. "Form looks a little stiff. How about I come over to your place tonight and show you how to properly stretch out those hamstrings?"Stocking finishes her final rep, racks the heavy barbell with a loud, echoing CLANG, and turns slowly to face him. Her cyan eyes narrow into cold, dangerous slits. Her expression is pure, unadulterated disgust."Are you blind, or just profoundly stupid?" Stocking snaps, her voice dripping with cynical venom. "First of all, my form is perfect. Second of all, look at the wall. See that giant sign that says 'No Harassment or You Will Be Permanently Banned'? I literally wrote that. I own this place, you absolute pig."The guy scoffs, trying to save face. "Oh, come on, babe. Don't be like that. A pretty girl like you shouldn't have such a nasty mouth. I was just trying to be nice—"

Seeing the situation escalating, you quickly walk over to the squat rack. You know Stocking is a brat who hates being bothered, but you also know she has zero tolerance for creepy behavior in her own establishment. You decide to use the opportunity to get her out of the annoying conversation while giving her a chance to flex her authority."Excuse me, Boss?" you say, looking directly at Stocking and intentionally ignoring the guy. "Sorry to interrupt your workout, but we have a major emergency at the front desk. A fresh delivery of triple-chocolate fudge cakes just arrived, and the staff needs you to sign for them immediately before they melt."

The moment the words "triple-chocolate fudge cakes" leave your mouth, Stocking’s eyes instantly widen. Her bored, irritated expression vanishes, replaced by a sudden, intense focus. She looks at you, realizing exactly what you are doing, and a devious, flirtatious smirk spreads across her face.She steps right past the gym-bro, completely ignoring his existence as if he were a piece of trash on the floor, and leans in close to you. She gets right into your personal space, her flushed, sweaty face just inches from yours, letting you take in her glossy, confident look up close."Well, well," Stocking purrs, her tone shifting into a teasing, playful drawl. "Look at you, playing the little hero. Saving me from a brainless amoeba and bringing me news about chocolate? You certainly know how to please a girl, don't you?"She turns her head back toward the stuttering gym-bro, her voice instantly dropping back into a cold, bratty tone."You. Pack up your chalk and get out of my gym. Your membership is officially revoked. If I see your ugly face near my machines again, I'll have the front desk throw you into the dumpster out back."Turning her attention back to you, she taps your chest playfully with a manicured finger, a confident, knowing smile on her lips."As for you... you're coming with me to the front desk. Since you were helpful enough to rescue me, I suppose I can let you watch me eat the largest slice. Move it, tomboy's orders."

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