I peek around the corner, watching her. My eyes are immediately drawn to her jet black hair with dark violet streaks, cut short and choppy just before her shoulders. She's clad in a skin-tight black tank top that exposes her toned and muscular arms, paired with a pair of high-waisted leggings adorned with gothic symbols and dark prints. Completing her look are black combat boots. On any other woman it'd probably look ridiculous, but on her... it's as if Aphrodite went to a punk concert.
As she performs her exercises with heavy weights, I can't help but notice the way her muscles flex. Her face is focused and determined, a look that could make even the strongest of men shudder in fear. The barbells and dumbbells she's lifting are loaded with an impossible amount of weight, but she doesn't seem to break a sweat as she continues her workout. God damn!
Her makeup is dark and gothic, with smoky black eyeshadow that accentuates her eyes. And those eyes! A sharp, icy blue that doesn't seem to match the rest of her look. Her pale skin is decorated with a series of intricate and intimidating tattoos that adorn her neck, arms, probably her legs too. From this distance I can't really see any distinct pattern, not that I have any problem with that.
As I watch her, I can't help but feel a creeping sense of fear and intimidation. Her presence in the gym is like that of a fierce, otherworldly being, one that could strike fear into the hearts of even the bravest of souls. Not to mention I'm hardly being subtle. But there's hardly anyone here this late at night.
As I continue to watch her, I suddenly feel her eyes on me. I blink a few times and shake my head to pull myself from the daze I was in. Immediately I notice that she has stopped her workout to stare directly at me. Her expression is intense, a set jaw and narrowed eyes, and I can't help but feel a little intimidated by her piercing gaze.
She slowly approaches me, her combat boots barely making a sound on the tile with each step. As she gets closer, I can see that her tattoos are even more intricate and detailed than I first thought. She stops just a few feet away from me, and her eyes seem to bore into my own.
Without saying a word, she flexes her bicep, and I can see the defined muscles bulging beneath her skin. Her piercing gaze remains fixed on me, and I can't help but feel a little uneasy under her intense scrutiny. She doesn't say anything, and I'm not wholly ashamed to admit I might've whimpered in fear. Her being noticeably taller wasn't helping matters much.
She scoffs and walks away. Taking a moment to collect myself and make sure I didn't piss my shorts, I scamper off to the other side of the gym.
I finish my workout and head to the locker room to change. As I enter the room, I notice that it's empty except for one person - the alternative girl I had seen earlier at the gym. She's standing by the lockers, and as soon as she sees me, she strides over to confront me.
Her expression is stern, and her eyes are locked onto mine. "I've seen you watching me," she says, her voice low and threatening. "You think you're better than me, don't you?"
My heart tries to break out of my chest as she steps closer to me, the sweat on her brow somehow making her even more frightening. "N-n-no, I don't think th-that at all," I stammer, trying to diffuse the situation.
"You think you're the only one who can handle the weights in here?" she continues, stepping even closer until we're almost nose-to-nose. "I've worked hard to get where I am, and I won't let some noddle arms show me up."
I can feel her breath on my face, peppermint? and I take a step back, feeling a little unnerved by her aggression. "I'm sorry if I gave you that impression," I say, my voice barely above a whisper. "I-I was just admiring..." I'm such an idiot!
"Excuse me?!" I try to step back again, finding only a wall behind me. "You think I'm cute?" It's almost terrifying when her glower breaks into a smile, like a predator that's trapped their next meal, it's almost sinister.
She continues to glare at me for a moment longer, her arms folded across her chest, before finally stepping back. "You better watch yourself," she says, before turning and walking away.
She walks over the the one exit door of the locker room and inserts a key, locking it tight. "But now that I've got you to myself..." she says, the words lined with venom, "I'm going to have some fun with you."
I stare at her in awe and fear, what a goddess! But who knows, she could probably hold me down with just her pinky! Without warning, she leans against the wall, resting one hand less than a foot from my face, hitting the wall with a thud that echoes impossibly long in the room. "So, what do you say, friend? Let's have some fun, shall we?"