Workout Routine part 1

Jade had been coming to this particular gym for 3 years. She enjoyed it for many reasons, it had state-of-the-art equipment, enough men to last her a lifetime, and enough boxing and kickboxing workout classes to satisfy her other side of life. At 25 Jade was in her prime, a woman of latin descent with a deep tan, brown hair, and the body of an 18 year old. Her surgically enhanced 38D breasts stood as high and firm now as they did when they were put in at 19 years old. Her 5?8? frame carried her well, with shapely hips, well defined legs and arms, and a flat stomach, she believed herself to be the hottest thing in a hundred miles.

Since she started coming to this club she?d met many women who believed themselves to be the same as her, and for three years she?d proved them all wrong. She sat in wait, on the elliptical, or the treadmill, never doing her serious routines while others were around, she was predator never wanting to give off more about her than her opponents needed to know. Her modest sports bras always kept her breasts confined though try as she might, she could never find good workout pants that kept her ass from looking magnificent.

Each day she watched the aerobic classes, always picking out her target well in advance of their first meeting. From her machines she could see through the doorway into the workout room while appearing to be busy with her own trainings. Jade always knew how to pick them, the girl who worked the hardest, learned the fastest, always kept the same place in the class right up there in the first row, and kept pace with the instructor. And then they?d meet, a bump in the locker room, going for a same workout equipment, a chance meeting the other might think, but always part of Jade?s plan.

The next meeting was never as friendly, and usually much more private. Stealing a shower right before her target was about to slip in, knocking her belongings onto the floor, it all seemed very high school and childish, yet always worked. For all their mysteries and shadows, women were really quite easy to read for Jade. She knew how to pick the competitive ones, and more importantly, knew how to push their buttons.

The third meeting was always the trigger. The first two set up the finale which would lead them directly into Jade?s trap. This one was always the most difficult for Jade to gauge, as she wanted to push her prey far enough to send them over the edge, but not to far as to elicit the action right then and there. No, her meetings were always private, and always final.

Jade had been doing this for three years now with mostly great success, many of the women that fell prey to her put up an excellent fight, a couple even coming close to winning, though her most recent choices had been less than stellar. The blonde she picked last was nothing short of a disaster. She was sobbing and broken after no less than 10 minutes in a room with Jade, a black eye, fracture rib, and, though Jade wasn?t sure, a ruptured implant were Jade?s parting gifts.