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him for letting her get in the middle of shit. It’s tarnished our relationship, but let’s face it, my dad being the kind of man that he is, we were never destined for great things.
    Shaking my head to clear it of that dark place, my phone vibrates, changing my mind’s thoughts, and I stop running, looking to see a text from Scott, a regular client of mine, Can you meet Tracy and I tonight at 10:00, normal spot?
    Scott and Tracy are a blast, plus my highest paying clients, so when they call…I jump. Absolutely, I text him back.
    Great, see you then.
    I also like working with them because I don’t need to bring any toys as they have an awesome playroom at their house. First, we meet for drinks to unwind and then go back to their place where I work Tracy until she’s toast. Sometimes Scott joins in and other times he just watches us.
    Walking inside of the gym, I scan my pass and get right to it, taking out all of my pent up aggression on as much weight as I can handle. As I work out, I do everything I can to keep to myself and keep my mind blank of Abby. The music flows through my ear buds and I am in my zone. Right now, I need this relief. I need to be as far away as possible from the reality that is tormenting me.
    After over an hour in the gym, exhaustion and the irritating mindfuck consume me. I can’t push Abby away. As much as I try, she’s always there, fresh in my mind. The song changes and I can picture Abby dancing to it, the vision of her rings in my head and I can’t block it out.
    Sitting back on the leg press machine, I rub my temples in an attempt to keep control over my mind. And when I open my eyes, I notice two girls whispering to one another. I see them here often and they always have their eyes on me, distracting me from getting in my zone when I spot them. One of them walks across the gym, her eyes all over me as she struts her barely covered body to the private changing rooms. She gestures me to her and automatically I get up, walking over. Maybe she can be a mind eraser. She walks in and leaves the door cracked.
    I open it and look around the gym, catching her friend watching me with a shocked expression on her face.
    I wink at her before proceeding inside. Once we are both in, I lock the door and look at her as she is leaning against the sink. Her hand is on her pussy as she works it through her shorts. I pull my t-shirt above my head, and she pants, staring at my body. Fuckin’ tattoos . I know what she wants, and right now, I need it too. “What’s your name, sweetheart?” I ask her as I remove a condom from my wallet.
    “Jannie,” she swallows, and I grab the hem of her shirt, lifting it over her head.
    “You want me to fuck you, Jannie?” She stands with her tits out and I lean into her neck kissing softly, nipping on her sensitive skin as I tease her nipple with my free hand.
    She moans a little and leans her head back, resting her hands on my sides. My cock is getting hard and I can tell that she is ready for it as she reaches down and grips me through my shorts.
    I grind myself against her hand, sucking on her skin as my hand trails down her body and into her shorts. “Are you wet for me?”
    “Mmmhh,” she whimpers, and I begin to finger her. She throws an arm over my shoulder and hangs on as I please her in a way that I am sure no other man ever has with just his hand.
    Jannie reaches in and clenches my cock, jerking and stroking it, clearing my mind. “See how hard I am for you?” I ask her and slide my shorts down. She looks at my cock, still in her hold. “Take your shorts off,” I tell her, and she removes them.
    Fire blazes in her eyes as I keep playing with her and finally she requests, “Fuck me and make me come from your cock.”
    I smile, wanting nothing more right now and take the condom, rolling it down my length. “Give me your leg,” I order her and hoist her up on the sink. With her leg in my right hand, I spread open her pink pussy with my left and