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cars just brings out the teenager in him.  Within five minutes, he pulls up to the local gym downtown.  He gets out of the car and takes in a deep breath.  He walks through the doors of the twenty-four hour gym, waving at Marco as he walks into the dressing room.  After he changes, he grabs his iPod and makes his way to the treadmill to warm up.  After twenty minutes of running, he grabs the towel wrapped around his neck and wipes his sweat from his face while stepping off the machine.  He walks over to the weights, grabbing two thirty-pound weights and doing arm lifts with them.  His breathing labored by the time he finishes with what Marco came up with for him.  After he finishes his reps, he makes his way to the leg machine. All the aggression he had worked up before, not depleting as his body strains to lift the weights. 
    After two hours in the gym, Emerson makes his way to the showers.  He steps under the spray, looking down at his cock which is now standing at attention from all the adrenaline in his body.  He lets out a groan of disapproval while standing in the very public shower of the gym. “You never know when a bad time is.” He says to himself before hurrying to scrub his sweaty body. After getting dressed, he makes his way to his car.  The clock on the dashboard says four-thirty.  Only three more hours until he sees the very woman who keeps him on his toes. 
     

 
    Kimberly stands in front of her mirror in the fourth outfit of the evening. This round of wardrobe consists of a red silk dress that fits her like a glove.  It has a slit in the back, coming to rest about mid-thigh to help her walk around easier. The stomach has ruching to hide any imperfections. The top has a sweetheart neckline to accentuate her bust, which is safely tucked in a Bombshell strapless bra from Victoria Secret.  The dress is so tight that wearing underwear is not an option, but she feels like a goddess in the dress so she chooses it for the evening.  She pairs the dress with a pair of black heels.  After she is satisfied, she looks at the clock.  Shit.   The guys will be here in five minutes.  She undoes the rollers in her hair and runs her fingers through the curls.  She takes one more look in the mirror before making her way down the short hallway to the living room.  The doorbell rings as if they knew she was just now finished. 
    She opens the door to reveal both Emerson and Jonathon standing there, smiling.  Emerson looks every bit of tall, dark and handsome in his black suit with gray shirt.  Jonathon looks every bit of the guy next door with his brooding shoulders hidden by the light green button up and jeans he is wearing.  Both men look at her as if they could devour her where she stands.  She can’t help but smile, feeling like the prey.  The looks on their face show her that not only is she in control, but they want her just as much as she wants them. 
    “Good evening, Kimberly.” Emerson says with a lift of his mouth.
    “Good evening.  Thank you for my roses.  They were beautiful.” 
    “You’re very welcome.”
    “Jonathon.” 
    “Hi milady.” He says swooping her up, bending her back and kissing her.
    “Well.” She replies, trying to stand on her, now rubbery knees. 
    Emerson grabs her hand to help steady her before guiding her to the car. He opens the door for her as Jonathon chuckles, sliding into the backseat. Kimberly gingerly slides into the seat, trying to make sure she doesn’t expose her non-clothed lady bits. 
    “I like that you aren’t wearing panties.” Emerson leans in and whispers before shutting the door.  She watches in shock as he walks around the car, climbing into the seat beside her.  How did he know?   He gives her a boyish grin, which she finds rather pleasing.  He is always the more serious one of the two and she likes that he has some mischief in that personality. After a twenty minute drive, they arrive at a very nice restaurant.  Kimberly