Post 260: First Date, Epilogue

Randi Mongillo stood behind her friend Melissa at the squat rack, ostensibly spotting the taller woman but really just marveling at her friend’s enormous ass and hoping to god she could actually do this insane amount of weight by herself. If she was actually called on to help her out in her rep she wasn’t sure she could do anything. How many of those heavy plates did Missy have on for this set? Ten? Twelve???

“I can feel it. He wants me so big,” Melissa grunted, coming up from a low squat to push the incredible amount of weight upward. It was incredible, how she could even speak as she did this. It didn’t even seem that heavy to her, and yet…god. Even though the gym was relatively empty, here before 8am on a Saturday morning, they’d attracted a few respectful stares. Women looked on in admiration, proud of their gym-bunny sister, seeing what she could do and becoming inspired. Men, the few that remained members here (the whole “vulni-chic” thing had really caught on, and muscles on men were now wayyyy out of style), mostly gaped in awe…she was lifting certainly more than any of them had ever done.

“Yeah well it looks like he’s gonna get what he wants,” Randi quipped in admiration, watching her friend drop low to another squat, “Just remember, though, Missy, why you haven’t dated anyone…remember what happens…”

Melissa grunted in acknowledgement, vaguely recalling her few previous ‘boyfriends’. They all seemed so silly, now, compared to Dr. J. It was kinda hard to even picture what they looked like. “I get it Randi, I do,” she said, pushing out another rep of this godawful amount of metal.

“Good, good,” Randi replied. Unused to having to be the voice of reason, she sometimes felt like she was dealing with a kid, a teenager when she was dealing with Melissa. Didn’t she remember the guy from the DMV? Or that aggressive jerk she talked about from High School? How, when she was with these guys, she started to…change. Not in good ways, either. Didn’t that make her nervous, starting up a new relationship? “I don’t want to see you get, like, too deep, get hurt…” She goggled again at her friend's huge butt as she rose from her last rep. “Christ Missy those things are like planets…” she couldn’t help but extol.

“Haha thanks, but this is different. This feels right…” Melissa finally replied, casually racking the bar with a clamorous >>CLANG!<< that filled the large room, plates clanking, “...it’s at the right time.” She’d just done 14 reps of what not-too-long-ago had been her max. And, haha, apparently the world record, according to Rachel the gym lady. It was about as much as the equipment here could handle, and nowhere near what she knew she’d be able to do when they really pushed her at Evolution, where she was - sigh - supposed to be, like, now. They’d called this morning, wanted her there for the rest of the weekend, for more “testing”. She knew they were just pissed about last night. Or nervous. Either way, they could wait.

“Well, you two make a nice couple,” Randi quipped as Melissa stepped out of the rack, allowing her to get in. Melissa began pulling most of the plates off the bar, of course, for her friend, but was proud of Randi. Even she was getting new gains here at the gym, admittedly not always her favorite place in the world. “You certainly seem to like one another,” Randi added, watching in quiet wonder as Melissa moved the heavy metal disks around like they were made of styrofoam, “You…do know you were on camera whole time?”

“Yeah that’s the only reason I’m not totally pregnant right now,” Melissa laughed, pulling off all but the last large plate, “Omigod I’m not kidding. I think he made me ovulate! I have to figure out a way to turn that camera off if I want, the one in his room.” She picked up two 25-pound plates, again like they were toys. “Who’s the best person to ask, without asking, y’know…her?”

“I guess Marisela,” Randi said, nodding at Melissa, who added the new weight to the bar. One-eighty five was a lot but boys love a big booty so here we go. “I think you should be able to do it from your phone.”

Melissa watched, encouraging her friend as Randi was able to push out six reps, really good for her! She loaded the bar back up, until it once again began to flex from the weight, and got back into position. Randi was playing with her phone, behind her, saying she wanted to post something for the practice.

“You are NOT going to be posting pictures of my butt, are you?” Melissa laughed, even as she saw the flash of Randi’s phone reflected in the bar in front of her.

“Just getting more clicks, boss,” Randi quipped, laughing again…

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