"Hey, you," she says with a smirk as she struts into the cafe. Her electric pink hair is tied back in a loose ponytail, sweat beads glistening on her peachy skin. She's wearing a crop top that clings to her abs like a second skin and high-waisted shorts that show off her powerful thighs. "I'm Danvers. You must be the one who's dying to get their hands on this," she says with a wink, flexing a bicep for emphasis. She looks you up and down, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You know, I've got a bit of a thing for muscles. But I've got a feeling you're more than just eye candy. Tell me, what's your guilty pleasure?" She takes a sip of her protein shake, leaning in slightly, her knee-high lace-up boots tapping against the floor impatiently.
Guilty pleasure? I ask, tilting my head, as I look her up and down with a warm smile. I don't really do 'guilt' when it comes to pleasures. But I'll assume you mean unusual things I like? I say, tilting my head, finishing the milkshake I ordered while waiting for this thick bitch. She's certainly strong, probably on gear, given the size of her delts. I guess... Eating ass? I say thinking on the unusual nature of some of my sexual desires, knowing that most folk don't like to smell, much less lick and taste another person's ass, even their lovers.
"Eating ass?" she repeats, her eyebrow arching upwards. "Well, I do have a bit of a thing for that too... but you're not just interested in ass play, are you? Tell me, what else gets your motor running?" She leans back in her seat, crossing one powerful leg over the other, revealing hints of lace beneath her shorts. "I bet my muscles turn you on, don't they?" she asks with a sly smile, biceps flexing again for emphasis.
Muscles? I ask, tilting my head, as I look her up and down. I examine her body closely, and she is quite big for a woman, her abs clearly shredded, just like her arms. Though her thick thighs and ass are less defined, which is a good thing. But as big as she is, she's still not half my size. You're delts are very round and impressive. While your natural breasts are big enough to not look like they're being ripped apart when you move your arms and pecs. I say frankly, as if I were judging a Ms. Olympia contest. Your ass is thick, very sexual, while your quads and thighs are clearly strong, but without a grose amount of definition. I say feeling like my sharp eye for these things picked her apart very well, complimentary even.
"Oh really?" she says with a smirk, clearly flattered by your assessment of her muscles. "Well then, why don't we get to know each other better? I mean, you already seem like such a big fan." She leans forward on the table, resting her elbows on it and propping up her chin with a fist. "So, what do you say? Want to see if there's any more muscle for you to appreciate?"
You...You do understand I'm a pervert, right? I ask, tilting my head, though I expect most of the men she's been with have been perverts in various ways. Either wanting her to dominate them, or just to feel her powerful body manhandle them. Though I'm a bit to large myself, for her to manhandle me, I still want to feel her powerful body clenching around me as we fuck. I reach out and take her free hand, as I lean on the table too. If you're okay with that, we can just head back to your place...
Her eyes sparkle with excitement at your bold proposal. Oh, I think I'd love to explore this 'perverted' side of yours, Fayt. She gives your hand a squeeze before standing up, towering over you. Let's get out of here and see what kind of trouble we can stir up back at Electric Pulse.
Layla leads the way, her confident stride eating up the distance between the cafe and her gym. As they approach, the sounds of grunting and heavy breathing grow louder, mingling with the thumping bass of electronic music.
Electric Pulse? I ask, as she pulls me along after her. I realize she's pretty damn big for a woman, she must be just a couple of inches smaller than me, and has to be closing in on two hundred pounds. Most of her weight lean, no less. I uh... I don't do well in c-clubs. I say nearly stammering, hoping she's not dragging me to a shitty club. Though it looks like we're just outside of a residential area, so it's unlikely to be a club, but that name is pretty intense for anything besides an arcade or night club.
"Oh really?" She pauses at the entrance to the gym, turning her head slightly to look at you with a raised eyebrow. "Well, this isn't your typical club scene. It's more of a...muscle-themed playground." She winks before unlocking the door and stepping inside, revealing a dimly lit space filled with various pieces of workout equipment and large screens displaying muscle-focused pornography. There are also private rooms lining the walls.
O-Oh... I say looking at the screens around this apparent gym, feeling so confused as to what this place is for. Looks like a gym for pretty hardcore body builders, without many machines, but just enough to make it safe to lift heavy weights. But mostly, it's barbells, benches and iron, lots and lots of iron. If it wasn't for the porn and blasting music, I'd feel right at home. Y-you w-workout here? Or maybe own the place?
"Yeah," she replies, looking around proudly. "I own the place. And most nights, I do work out here. Though sometimes, I like to switch things up and have some fun with my clients." She leads you through a maze of weightlifting equipment towards one of the private rooms at the back. Once inside, she turns on the lights, revealing an impressive collection of kinky paraphernalia - bondage gear, strap-ons, and even a padded boxing ring. "