SPH with Amber

By CJ Blake

I did not mean to stare. Really!
But Amber was so gorgeous, so perfect in every way.
The way she moved in the gym, it hypnotized me. When she caught me she was not happy. She wanted to make me pay. She found out about my little secret and got all her hot friends together, and then the fun really began.

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I was at the gym when I got caught staring.
It was really, really embarrassing. I was sitting on a seated calf raise machine, and the gorgeous young blonde I’d been eyeing all morning was doing stiff-legged deadlifts. If you don’t know what those are, she was basically holding a heavy bar in front of her and lowering it to the ground while keeping her legs straight, then she’d bring it back up to her waist.
Yes. She had an amazing ass and legs.
Yes. She was wearing the tightest pair of yoga pants ever, with a white, silver, and black camo pattern and a matching sports bra.
No. She never talked to me or looked at me or ever acknowledged my existence, until she caught me that Tuesday morning.
The thing that did me in was her damn phone. I didn’t realize it, but she was recording herself. After she finished her set, I started mine to make it look like I was doing something. I bounced fifty pounds up and down with my calves a few times, then I slowly lowered the weight and rested my screaming legs. She was still looking at her phone, tapping and staring. She had a serious look on her pretty face, very different from her typical relaxed smile.
I looked away, then I’d look at her. I just couldn’t get my eyes off her toned abs, or her big, perky breasts underneath that tight sports bra.
She looked up from her phone and we locked eyes for an agonizing few seconds before I looked away. She stepped over her barbell and headed towards me. It only took a few of her long, powerful strides.
“Getting in a good workout today?” she asked.
I looked up at her and put on my best smile. I could feel my face heating up, turning red with embarrassment, “yes.”
“Oh yeah? Focused on your goals? Making progress?” she leaned over and put her hands on the grips of the calf raise machine.
I sneaked a glance down the front of her sports bra. She had an amazing valley of tan cleavage.
“Uh...yeah,” I said.
A big smile came across her face. She had perfect, straight, white teeth.
“What’s got you blushing?” she asked.
I shrugged and looked away, my insides felt like a bucket of squirmy worms.
“Do you do many deadlifts?” she leaned closer.
I could smell her perfume or shampoo, it was a nice fruity scent. It was strong.
“Some,” I managed to look at her when I spoke.
Her face was flawless, a perfectly clear complexion, from this close I could tell she wore very little makeup. Her lips were nice and pink, they looked so soft and a little bit glossy. I bet they tasted sweet.
“Then maybe you can give me a form check?” she held up her phone and tapped the white triangle to play the twenty-seven second video.
At first all I saw was her wonderful cleavage and abs when she grasped the bar and started her deadlifts, then I saw something else. My pasty ass, sitting on the calf machine, eyes locked onto her sweet ass, practically drooling. I looked like a Grade A perv.
“Oh shit,” I muttered. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to.”
“You didn’t mean to stare at my ass?”
I looked around the gym. No one else was around. No one could save me. I pulled at the collar of my shirt. I was beginning to sweat, and it wasn’t from my lazy ass workout.
The video stopped playing and the blonde crossed her arms under her breasts, pushing them up and making them look even more perfect.
“Let’s see,” she said. “I could complain to the manager, probably get you banned from this place.”
“No,” I shook my head. “I’m sorry.”
She shifted her weight onto one leg, “or...I could call the cops, get your disgusting ass thrown in jail.”
My eyes bulged, “please don’t.

• Language: English
• Publisher: CJ Blake
• Release date: Oct 9, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463271124

CJ Blake

Hi, I'm CJ Blake, your average mild-mannered erotica writer.

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Chapter 1

Iwas at the gym when I got caught staring.

It was really, really embarrassing. I was sitting on a seated calf raise machine, and the gorgeous young blonde I’d been eyeing all morning was doing stiff-legged deadlifts. If you don’t know what those are, she was basically holding a heavy bar in front of her and lowering it to the ground while keeping her legs straight, then she’d bring it back up to her waist.

Yes. She had an amazing ass and legs.

Yes. She was wearing the tightest pair of yoga pants ever, with a white, silver, and black camo pattern and a matching sports bra.

No. She never talked to me or looked at me or ever acknowledged my existence, until she caught me that Tuesday morning.

The thing that did me in was her damn phone. I didn’t realize it, but she was recording herself. After she finished her set, I started mine to make it look like I was doing something. I bounced fifty pounds up and down with my calves a few times, then I slowly lowered the weight and rested my screaming legs. She was still looking at her phone, tapping and staring. She had a serious look on her pretty face, very different from her typical relaxed smile.

I looked away, then I’d look at her. I just couldn’t get my eyes off her toned abs, or her big, perky breasts underneath that tight sports bra.

She looked up from her phone and we locked eyes for an agonizing few seconds before I looked away. She stepped over her barbell and headed towards me. It only took a few of her long, powerful strides.

Getting in a good workout today? she asked.

I looked up at her and put on my best smile. I could feel my face heating up, turning red with embarrassment, yes.

Oh yeah? Focused on your goals? Making progress? she leaned over and put her hands on the grips of the calf raise machine.

I sneaked a glance down the front of her sports bra. She had an amazing valley of tan cleavage.

Uh…yeah, I said.

A big smile came across her face. She had perfect, straight, white teeth.

What’s got you blushing? she asked.

I shrugged and looked away, my insides felt like a bucket of squirmy worms.

Do you do many deadlifts? she leaned closer.

I could smell her perfume or shampoo, it was a nice fruity scent. It was strong.

Some, I managed to look at her when I spoke.

Her face was flawless, a perfectly clear complexion, from this close I could tell she wore very little makeup. Her lips were nice and pink, they looked so soft and a little bit glossy. I bet they tasted sweet.

Then maybe you can give me a form check? she held up her phone and tapped the white triangle to play the twenty-seven second video.

At first all I saw was her wonderful cleavage and abs when she grasped the bar and started her deadlifts, then I saw something else. My pasty ass, sitting on the calf machine, eyes locked onto her sweet ass, practically drooling. I looked like a Grade A perv.

Oh shit, I muttered. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to.

You didn’t mean to stare at my ass?

I looked around the gym. No one else was around. No one could save me. I pulled at the collar of my shirt. I was beginning to sweat, and it wasn’t from my lazy ass workout.

The video stopped playing and the blonde crossed her arms under her breasts, pushing them up and making them look even more perfect.

Let’s see, she said. I could complain to the manager, probably get you banned from this place.

No, I shook my head. I’m sorry.

She shifted her weight onto one leg, or…I could call the cops, get your disgusting ass thrown in jail.

My eyes bulged, please don’t. I’m so sorry. I ran my hands up and down my thighs, then squeezed the fabric of my shorts.

The thought of going to jail terrified me. I’d get eaten alive, and what would I do when they asked me why I was locked up? If I told them the truth I’d be screwed. I knew what they did to perverts in jail.

Or…I could just kick. your. ass.

It was hard to swallow, my mouth was as dry as a desert, please, I muttered.

Please what? she leaned even closer. I could feel her hot breath.

Kick my ass, I muttered. I had a huge lump in my throat. My eyes were blurry. I felt like I was dealing with a schoolyard bully. Deep down, I wanted to cry.

Good choice, she said. Now. You will not leave this gym until I allow you to. You are under my control now. Do you understand?

Yes.

When I ask you something you say either yes or no Princess Amber. That is the only way you address me, Princess Amber. Understand?

I nodded. Amber was boring holes through my head with her blue eyes, they were like lasers.

I’m waiting.

Yes, Princess Amber, I quickly said.

That’s more like it, she said. First, I’m going to finish my workout. You. Don’t move.

Yes, Princess Amber.

I was mortified. Here I was, caught red-handed. I had to do what she said. I’d do anything to keep her from calling the cops. I could lose my job. I could lose everything. What have I gotten myself into?

Amber went back to the barbell and gripped it. She did another set of stiff-legged deadlifts, even closer this time. She raised and lowered the weight, her ass was so close, when she lowered the weight I could see the outline of her puffy pussy.

My cock throbbed. I looked down. Had I been hard the entire time? I was so embarrassed I don’t think I even realized that I had a boner sticking up the whole time. I’m sure Princess Amber noticed.

She lowered the weight again, she didn’t put it down, she wasn’t done with her set, but she looked back, right into my eyes. Oh fuck!

She dropped the weight. It thumped and clanged against the ground. She straightened up and spun on her heel. She put her hands on her hips and shifted her weight onto one leg. She shook her head from side to side, I can’t believe it. Caught twice, she giggled. It was a fake, cruel laugh.

I’m sorry, Princess Amber, I looked down at the black rubber flooring.

I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Amber mocked me. "Is that all you