Los Angeles Conversation

The Sports Club /​LA prides itself on having a diverse area to work out on, and even offers a mat where a soloist can throw a ball at a trampoline as an ab routine. And a masterful one at that. Up on the elongated matt a Bill Gates type, medium height with glasses is stretching out. He is fit not but not buff, he clearly has the money to eat healthy and learned a thing or two from one of the Sports Clubs expensive personal trainers. He is no workout genius in his all Adidas outfit, but has enough knowledge to convince the thin exotic girl waiting his direction below him to dictate positions, first for her to press her legs straight to the sky, spread eagle. She moans as if in the heat of sexual pleasure, the situ-​ups he knows gently commands of her are clearly not easy for the pretty young thing. Either that, or is she is simply getting a rise out of him – it is LA after all.
He acts as if her orgasmic spells are as normal s the sit-​ups themselves and continues to do a set himself. Right when his girlpearl begins to wail again, a typical Los Angeles blond – large, fake breasts, tight thighs yet a little larger mid-​section walks over near the matt where the so-​called couple of Richie Rich and exotic succubus spread their reach. «Hey, what are you doing?» Richard alleges enthusiasm. «Hey You!» she bluffs back. «What do you think I’m doing?» She curls her eyebrow in that signature Los Angeles superficial way. «I’m working out, duh!» the man justifies himself from sounding a fool, «What are you doing in life?»
«Oh!» she tips her eyebrows a different direction now, «well…I just completed my training for a company called Bridgeview who just merged with Cintic Medical, you know all these names,» she fluffs her wrist in his direction. Richard nods in approval. He has stopped stretching now, all eyes on blond. Exotic femme fetale is still posing her body like Gumby in poseable positions, refusing to turn around as to not give Blond bombshell a slither of time. Now she engages in a cobra shape, still ignoring the vixen who runs on, «Well, I got to test on a real vagina! I had to put in the I.U.D.» Richard brightens up, «wow, that’s must have been quite some experience!» Blond continues, «Yeah! I know right? We’re working on contraceptives right now, this I.U.D. is a spe – «cut off by little miss exotic who finally piped up: «Oh, is that a new form of Birth Control?» she probably should have remained in downward doggie as Richard chastises her straight, «No no, it’s a really old type.» He re-​directs his focus on the blond «really old» she confirms. The ball is now in her court as she continues her story about vaginas. Meanwhile, Icarus V. Fennel, who was doing sit-​ups on the other side of the matt is so enraged by this bogus curtain-​raiser he forfeits his crunches mid-​set, turns his body around and as if a drill sergeant commands of him he hammers through twenty accelerated push-​ups. The split second he completes number twenty he is off in a huff past the ongoing L.A. Conversation and finds the next machine to assault.