Member Of The Gym

I had floor duty yesterday, mostly making sure the jerks who used the gym where I worked didn’t do anything to hurt themselves.It meant watching the hopeless and the clueless, giving encouragement where there weren’t none possible, and making sure the showoffs didn’t go past what they could do.I didn’t mind it, I liked the walking around.I’m a big guy, I know they look at me.Men, women, everyone.I like it.No point goin’ into what I look like, let’s just say I’m taller `n most, and built like a brick shithouse.I’m 35, got a thick black hair on my head, and a chest covered with long, straight black hair.None of that curly shit.Not nowhere, know what I mean?I like that our uniform is a black T-shirt and black sweatshorts.I wear a shirt that’s probably too small but I like how it fits and shows me off, nipples n all.And the sweats are kinda baggy, so unless Henry gets hard, you can’t tell I’m commando in `em.Henry gets hard a lot, but so fuckin’ what.Sometimes I wonder when management is gonna put up a fuss, but I been around longer than most managers — the fuckers get fired real quick.I figure they’re scared of me, and I don’t mind that.The latest manager is kinda good looking, good build, nice ass, but I ain’t interested.Henry isn’t interested.
So I see this kid getting’ shown around by the head of membership.Real skinny, light brown hair, work clothes hanging on him.I knew the type, first job outta college, first apartment, figured he’d put on some muscle. Yeah, right.He hadda be 18 cause they don’t sell memberships to younger, but he looked about 15.Maybe not just outta college, but outta high school.Just moved to New York.Probably got a real hole in the wall apartment, hot water if he’s lucky, paying through the nose.Or sharing with 3 other guys.Probably had some sex with guys, maybe even fucked a girl.I wouldn’t'a paid much attention, but Henry gave a throb, so I watched from a distance.
The kid was pretending he knew what was goin’ on around him, listening to the sales guy, nodding his head.I knew the pitch that he was gettin’, 10% real, 90% bullshit.Bill just wanted his commission, and would say any stuff he wanted to hook a mark.I didn’t give a fuck about that, I was lookin’ to see what got Henry’s attention.Maybe it was the kid’s light blue eyes, maybe it was those big feet, maybe the way he slumped a little in the shoulders.Didn’t really matter.
Bill brought the kid to his office in the corner of the floor.It has glass walls, so I watched the kid sign the papers, and when I saw Bill point to the locker room, I knew he had thrown in a “start immediately”..........................

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