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    Sun Salutations: Chapter 4

     

    Quickly opening the door to her office, Bette threw her gym bag and the lunch that Helena caringly made onto the loveseat.   She hopped down the steps 2 at a time and entered one of the 6 studios dedicated to personal training.  As she was stacking weights on the T-bar for her client, Helena breezed through the studio door.  

     

    Bette continued placing weights and didn’t notice her visitor until she was right in front of her.

    “Hi Love” Helena sang.

    “What’s going on Hel?  You okay?”  Bette asked concerned.

    “Um, right.  I was having sort of a rough morning you know and decided to take a break to see how things are going here.  Helena said flashing a full smile. 

    The door opened again and in walked Bette’s client Carmen.

     

     “What’s up Bette? Hey Helena!”

     

    “Hello Carmen.  How are you?”  Helena asked as she looked directly at Carmen’s *****.  “Very nice” Helena thought to herself. Bette saw this and giggled quietly while looking at Helena. 

     

    Helena saw Bette’s eyebrows raise and knew she better find something else to look at.

     

    “Couldn’t be better” Carmen excitedly replied.

     

    “Why don’t you go get warmed up?” Bette said pressing a button on her stopwatch.  Stretch for a few then hop on the stairclimber for 4 minutes at level 6.

     

    Carmen was a beautiful blend of sweetness and spice.  She had a genuine appeal that attracted people like the plague.  Her smile could illuminate total darkness and her body could drive anyone stark raving mad.  She was built like nobody’s business yet seemed totally unaware of her amazing physique.  “A lethal combination of honey and hot sauce, certain to leave a bittersweet aftertaste in the luckiest of mouths” is how one of her ex’s described the honey brown young lady during his reading at a poetry slam.  She was currently involved however, with a woman.  One she truly loved but hadn’t allowed her mouth to express those words.  She knew to stay in her place and not disrupt the already established flow where her love interest was concerned.  Not usually one to follow rules in relationships, the bittersweet beauty had been ever so slowly whipped without her knowing, and was now wallowing in total submission to the one who controlled her heart and mind.

    Comments

    1. I’m really loving this story. It’s very well written. I like the idea of Helena being nice…at least to Bette that is. She’s nice in mine, one of them at least:) Keep up the most excellent work!

    2. im really liking this story. im a gym rat to the extreme. once a day or twice. its doesnt really matter. i love yoga also. bette so better be on her toes with tina. hellna nice. i still have a hard time with it. always feel theres an anvil somewhere. please post soon.

    3. Tittilating to be sure, I really dig how you’ve spun these characters. Tina and Bette are already so well defined and the chemistry you’ve built between them is original and well, so sexy. I really can’t wait for the next…

    4. Hells yeah Tina got some mad game. Its a good flip from thinking Bette is the pimp-mama to Tina being a straight up playa. Oh and being a smoker and a workout freak the line “Great, here comes the nicotine police” spoke volumes to me! I really enjoy your writing style. Superlative job. *golf clap*

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