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#Post#: 402007--------------------------------------------------
Heart of the Demon
By: Zavien Date: December 17, 2015, 7:39 am
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Bryant exhaled as he slowly released the handles on the weight
machine, ensuring there would be no loud clunking noise. His
trainee was not so cautious. He released the weight all at once,
elated to be free of it's insufferable strain. Bryant chuckled
and shook his head. We're going to work on that next week. He
told the 18 year old boy. He had come for a personal trainer,
hoping to get buff for the ladies. But the kid was just soft,
barely managing to push half the weight that Bryant managed with
ease. It would be a long Journey. .. "alright see you on
Monday. " he said releasing the boy to his own devices before
cleaning the equipment and wiping his slight glisten with a
towel. That was his last session of the day. But he still had
about an hour before he got off. Turned out being a personal
trainer included a lot of down time. Who knew? He took a
seat. Maybe a new trainee would come before time to get off!
#Post#: 402023--------------------------------------------------
Re: Heart of the Demon
By: Demitra Date: December 17, 2015, 1:55 pm
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Ceres had given Demi what she had initially wanted, a life on
earth with her sweetheart. The bargain came with a price,
however; in exchange for it, her powers had weakened. In order
to fit in, she couldn’t use them and so over time, she had lost
her touch. The night before, she had unleashed some of it,
however, sighing at the broken glass on the floor, all those
pretty frames not worth a penny now. The memory still haunted
her, like a picture she couldn’t erase. Those two, in bed again.
Her ‘sweetheart’; it had been months so why couldn’t she rid
herself of it?
She cringed before starting to clean the place up. She had
decided she’d start going gym that afternoon, to project her
anger on something that wasn’t her furniture; simply put, Demi
couldn’t afford to keep breaking things and having to pay for
the ‘medicine’ she not only craved but needed. Her addiction was
the driving force of all this pent-up tension in her to begin
with.
Oh, heroin.
Midday now, and after a fulfilling lunch and a trip downtown to
her dealer, she makes her way to the local gym, a bag of spare
clothes clinging to her side. She had already paid for the
membership and had received her card but she hadn’t gotten a
full tour of the place yet so she wasn’t familiarised with it
completely. After tapping herself in, she makes her way to the
workout area, looking around as if she was a lost puppy. A sigh
and her hand is ruffling through her thick black waves, puffing
out her cheeks and biting on her lower lip.
Where the fuck do I go?
#Post#: 402142--------------------------------------------------
Re: Heart of the Demon
By: Zavien Date: December 17, 2015, 8:55 pm
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Only a few minutes had passed since his last trainee left. He
had wrapped his hands and was getting in a round on the punching
bag when the door opened. He grabbed his towel, and looked over
to see it was a woman who had come in. That was rare! And she
was cute! She appeared to have vitiligo, but the discoloration
was so symetrical! It almost added to her appeal! She swiped in,
indicating that she was already a member, so she probably didn't
need help. But that assumption soon proved to be incorrect!
She looked completely lost! A grin on his face, Bryant hung his
towel around his neck and made his way over to the woman. "You
almost look like you've never seen the inside of a gym before."
He said with a friendly chuckle. "Need a tour?" He offered a
bright smile, giving the woman the opportunity to make a
decision. After all, some people preferred to explore on their
own.
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Re: Heart of the Demon
By: Demitra Date: December 23, 2015, 10:44 am
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She had been only standing a few minutes when a man began
walking towards her, presuming he was an instructor; he
definitely looked the part. He was refined, and handsome, his
muscles proof he was persistent with the working out. Maybe she
didn’t need gym as a distraction, maybe he would act that part.
She smiles sweetly.
“Yes pleasseeeee,” she laughs with him, drawing out her words to
show how in dire need of help she was.
The drug had taken effect, her eyes bloodshot, so she avoided
staring at him, hoping if he did notice, he would take it as
lack of sleep on her part. Demitra’s inner demon did well to
notify her how stunning the chocolate-man actually was.
How long has it been? Booooyyyy, oh boooyyyyy, this hunk would
do the job. A one night stand never harmed anybody. It’s been
tooooo long, loosen the fuck up.
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Re: Heart of the Demon
By: Zavien Date: December 23, 2015, 1:43 pm
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Her smile was something straight out of a movie! For a moment it
made him forget that he was looking at a complete stranger! She
was beautiful! Even despite her skin condition that much was
obvious! "Alright, follow me!" He said, returning her smile as
he walking ahead. "This area is for muscle building." he said,
as he took her to the middle of the weight machines. They're
separated by body parts, so leg training is over there, abs,
arms and so forward." He pointed to each area as he explained.
After that, he took her to the area where the treadmills sat.
"Here's the aerobics section. If we're going to put together a
regiment for you, aerobics woul be the first thing we focus on."
Next he took her to his favorite area. "This area is for
endurance training." He continued. "Boxing ring, punching bags,
all the fun stuff. This is where you'll usually find me." He
gave the punching bag a light punch. "So what are you hoping to
accomplish here? If you need any help I'm sure I can help you
build a plan."
#Post#: 403013--------------------------------------------------
Re: Heart of the Demon
By: Demitra Date: December 25, 2015, 3:26 pm
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Honey, you have to give into those urges one day, why not just
make it tonight? You’ve had your dose, you’re good to go. Let
go, forget that asshole that did you dirty, and literally do
this hunk right here -dirty-.
The voice in her head was persistent, taking over all of her
senses. Under the fluorescent light she couldn’t imagine looking
beautiful but that didn’t get to her - ever since the drug had
affected her skin pigmentation, she felt she stuck out like a
sore thumb. She smiles sweetly once more, flashing pearly whites
before following him around, looking at the equipments and
whatnot; it was all very confusing, seeing as she didn’t work
out much. Needless to say, she didn’t need to - her figure was
perfect, this was just an opportunity to clear her mind and take
her anger out on something other than her furniture - preferably
a punching bag.
“Hmmm, we might just become punching bag buddies,” she winks
flirtatiously.
“Just looking to blow off some steam really, though a dieting
plan would be good to have.”
She didn’t need a dieting plan, she just wanted to buy herself
more time with him, maybe invite him out to eat for dinner after
a workout.
All that was on her mind was sex, sex, rough, hot, sex.
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Re: Heart of the Demon
By: Zavien Date: December 26, 2015, 10:20 am
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Bryant caught the hint of flirtation in the woman's voice. In
his eyes, that was a green light. He smiled, and nodded his
head. "I'd like that." He said confidently. "I'm Bryant." He
told her, extending his hand to her in greeting. After
introductions had been made, he turned to look at the clock on
the wall. He was supposed to get off in fifteen minutes, but he
could stay a little longer.
"How about we start with the dietary plan, then we throw on somg
gloves and i'll teach you basic boxing form?" My office is right
over there. He watched her figure as they approached his office.
She definitely didn't need a diet. But he could understand
anyone simply wanting to develop better eating habits. Together
they came up with a plan for her, that mostly revolved around
what time of day she should eat, rather than what she should
eat. Once they were done, they could move on to the fun stuff.
Bryant gathered her a pair of gloves, then directed her to the
heavybag. "Alright." He started. "You want to keep your feet
about shoulder width apart. Keep your shoulders and hips
square." He used his hands to adjust her posture as she spoke,
though he was careful not to be -too- touchy. "Keep your guard
up in front of your face like this." He demonstrated, before
taking a few steps back. "Alright, let's see what you've got!"
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