Chapter 11
Butch tried to keep his mind on his clients but found himself constantly checking his wristwatch. Every couple minutes his eyes drifted toward the locker room door, hoping to see Ernie emerging.
“Hey, Butchy boy,” Bill said, grabbing the trainer around the neck with one heavy muscled arm and giving him a noogie with the other. He then struck a pose and added. “Nice pump, huh? I can’t wait to show it off to our little friend tonight. This pump, too,” he said, pointing down to the prominent bulge in his tight spandex workout shorts.
Butch felt a surge of anger. “Bill, I don’t think I want you to—”
“Don’t think you’ll be able to make it tonight? Too bad. It’d be a hot three-way,” Bill interrupted. “Well, see ya. But remember, room 205 if you change your mind.” With that he stru
