I finally hooked up with the Hot Chick from GNC Store

I only went into GNC to grab some pre-workout, but the second I walked in, I knew this trip was about to take a turn.

She was behind the counter—young, tall, long legs that seemed to go on forever. Cute as hell, freckles sprinkled across her cheeks, lips slightly parted like she had something to say but wasn’t sure if she should.

And that choker around her neck? That did something to me.

She smiled, her eyes flicking down—straight to the print stretching down my gray sweatpants.

She licked her lips, hesitating just a second too long before meeting my gaze again. “Looking for something specific?”

I smirked. “Think I already found it.”

Her cheeks flushed, but she didn’t look away. Instead, she stepped from behind the counter, adjusting her skirt as she walked toward one of the shelves, leading me down an empty aisle. The movement pulled her skirt up just slightly, just enough for me to catch a glimpse of lace.

She turned back to me, leaning against the shelf, her fingers gripping the edge, her body language full of invitation. “We just got some new stuff in the back,” she said, voice low, teasing. “Want me to show you?”

I raised an eyebrow, stepping in closer. “Yeah. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

She swallowed hard, glancing toward the front of the store, then back at me, her breath hitching.

She grabbed my wrist. Led me toward the stockroom.

The second the door shut, she was on me.

Her hands slid up my chest, fingers curling into my shirt, pulling me down until our lips were inches apart. She tilted her chin up, eyes dark with something wild.

Then, just as I was about to close the space between us—

The front door chimed.

She froze.

A customer.

We both exhaled, her forehead resting against my chest for half a second before she pulled back, biting her lip, trying not to laugh.

She smoothed out her skirt, her freckles still flushed pink. “Guess that’ll have to wait.”I chuckled, watching her adjust herself, still catching my breath.

She grabbed a receipt paper, scribbled something down, then pressed it into my hand before slipping back out to the front.

I looked down. Her number. And under it, one sentence: “Next time, we don’t stop.”

Yeah. I was definitely coming back.

Later that week, you won't believe who I ran into. And I wasn’t expecting to see her again so soon. But there she was. The Hot GNC girl.

Freckles. Long legs. That same teasing smirk. But this time, she wasn’t in a work uniform—she was in a tight gym set that looked like it was spray painted  on her.

Black sports bra, cut low enough to show just a hint of cleavage, her perky tits bouncing slightly as she walked. Her leggings were just as tight, high-waisted, hugging every inch of her thick thighs and ass. And best of all—no panty lines.

She spotted me the second I stepped onto the gym floor. Her eyes flicked down, locking onto my sweats, lingering just long enough for her lips to crack a smile.

I smirked. Adjusted slightly. Let her stare.

She swallowed hard, pretending to focus on stretching, but I caught the way she arched her back just enough to make her ass pop. The way her thighs squeezed together when she glanced at me again.

She wanted me. When I finished my workout, I walked outside, feeling the cool night air against my skin. As I approached my car, I heard a voice behind me.

“Leaving already?”

I turned.

She was leaning against her SUV, holding a water bottle, her choker still snug around her neck, that same playful look in her green eyes.

I raised an eyebrow. “You keeping tabs on me now?”

She shrugged, stepping closer. “Maybe.” Her eyes dropped again, lingering on the outline in my sweats. “You working out hard, or is that just for me?”

I chuckled, stepping in, my body inches from hers. “Why don’t you find out?”

Her breath hitched. She glanced around—lot mostly empty, lights dim, just the hum of a few passing cars in the distance.

Then she opened the door to her SUV.

I slid in. She followed.

The second the doors shut, her hands were on me, nails raking down my chest, lips ghosting over my jaw.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been thinking about this,” she whispered, trailing her fingers lower, gripping me through my sweats.

“Show me,” I murmured. She didn’t waste time. She slid onto her knees between the seats, her hands tugging my sweats down, gasping softly as my cock sprang free. She looked up at me, eyes dark, lips glistening with spit, she licked them before wrapping them around me.

Her mouth was warm, wet, taking me deep, her tongue swirling around the tip before sliding down my length.

She moaned as she sucked, her hands gripping my thighs, taking me even deeper, gagging slightly but not stopping. Her pace quickened, her head bobbing, her lips stretched tight as she worked me, spit dripping down her chin, eyes locked onto mine.

I groaned, tangling my fingers in her red curls, guiding her, thrusting deeper into her throat.

She loved it.Her nails dug into my thighs, her moans vibrating around me, sending heat swirling through my body. I could feel it building—tightening.

She knew what she was doing and loved every second of it. She pulled back slightly, stroking me faster, her tongue flicking against the tip, teasing me until I couldn’t hold back any longer.

With a deep groan, I came, thick ropes spewed into her mouth. She moaned, swallowing every drop, sucking me clean, her tongue swirling over me, making sure she didn’t waste a single drop.

She sat back, wiping her mouth, her freckles flushed pink, her eyes still burning with heat.

I exhaled, smirking. “Damn.”

She grinned, climbing into the passenger seat, stretching her long legs onto my lap. “Told you we wouldn’t stop this time.”

She grabbed my phone from the console, typing something in.

I glanced down.

Her number.

And underneath it: "Next time, I’m riding you."

Yeah. There was definitely gonna be a next time.