Porn Prince

4.) Workout Session

After dropping Venus off at school I contemplate what to do with my day considering I didn't have any scenes today nor any paperwork. I get back home and look around my kitchen for food and I realize I was only doing that out of boredom. I could go up to the tattoo shop but not after what happened with me and Xander last night. Just thinking about it made me angry.

Anger, that's what I'll do. I'll go work off my anger. That douchebag Justin was right about me not going to the gym in a while. I walk into my bedroom to grab some work out clothes and I notice those pictures of Ivy on top of my dresser. She was so photogenic. Any pictures she was in she had a natural glow about her. She looked so sexy in these pictures. But then again, when didn't she. I close my eyes and take a deep breath as I go to the gym. I had to stop having such nasty thoughts about her. She deserved more respect. I can't go around beating my c**k every time I see a picture of her. 

When I get there I got a very surprised look from the owner who comes from around his desk. "Wyatt my man! Long time no see." He says giving me a hug with a couple of solid pats to my back. He pulls away and pokes my chest with his hand and chuckles. "I was afraid you had been getting soft on me." He says and I shake my head.

"No Greg, I've been working out like crazy. You know I can't go soft. Hell, even if I was you know I'm always still rock hard." I say and he nudges me, chuckling. "So I hear. You know I've actually heard word from a couple of the guys from the palace that you're up for some national awards thing in Hollywood." He says and I shake my head. "That's just guys talking. You know how they are." I say in a modest way but he knew too well.

Hell, I knew too well. That was a really big deal for my career. I wave him off as I walk over to a wall lined in mirrors and I put in my earbuds as I stretch a bit. I had been working out in my back yard with tires and just using what I had so it felt weird to be around actual equipment again. 

I look around and notice not many people are here. The few that were I didn't recognize and didn't honestly care about.

I begin to pump some iron and I just leave my self with my thoughts. Venus had just started 1st grade and she was doing pretty well. She had some issues with bullying but I had that handled immediately. Work was going well. Some of the girls had been let off a couple of months ago due to prostitution, but we found some replacements for them, just not as talented ones.

Everything was going good in life except for my love life.

I was trying to understand Ivy's game. Douchebag Justin and Douchebag Ronald left bad tastes in my mouth. Justin seemed like he was leading her on too much and Ronald.... he blatantly said she was his little f**k toy.

Douchebag Justin was.... walking through the door.... with Ivy. Great. 

I am brought out of my thoughts when I see them both walk in and I just continue to watch them in the mirror making it look as if I hadn't noticed them at all. Ivy was in a gray sports bra and pink leggings, which was showing a lot more than she ever would do around me unless we were in the bedroom. She walks to a machine that is behind me and I continue to work out in intervals, but I turn off my music.

I listen to them like a creep and I feel like smacking my self for doing this but I had to listen. I was being a stalker and I didn't care. I was obsessed with her. I wanted to know her game.

"Okay I'm going to get you to do this one for a while, you know help get that ass nice and tight." Justin says and he has her sit down on a leg press. I bite my lips and change up what arm I was doing and she chuckles biting her lip.

"Oh I have no problem with being tight.... you know that." She coes and he smirks and leans down, whispering something in her ear. Hearing that made me feel sick to my stomach because she wasn't saying it to me. I remember just how tight she was and so warm and... Wyatt stop. Focus.

She nods, looking up at him and she begins to work out. She works diligently and keeps a good rhythm, a sheen of sweat coating her skin. She lifts her arms above her head and rolls her neck back as she let's out quick breaths, that sound seductive by nature. I hiss as my arm begins to cramp and I realize I had been working out the same arm for far too long. I change arms and I notice her glance at my figure in the mirror with a smirk and raises a brow.

I don't believe she knew it was me because she didn't have that look of 'I hate your guts'. I notice her eyes linger over my back and her eyes widen for a second and she shakes her head. She looks over at Justin and her smile returns as she gestures a finger for him to get closer.

She sits up and places a kiss to his lips and pokes her lip out and he shakes her head, grabbing her belly. "Come on, you want to be skinny and beautiful babe. You gotta work for it." He says with a smile and I watch her become crushed for a millisecond and she goes back to her work out, going even harder than before. I walk away, keeping my back towards her and go to a different machine, one that's behind her so I can still... creep, yeah there was no other word for it.

A good 30 minutes goes by and he comes over and smirks at her, telling her she can stop. She looked exhausted but she kept a smile on her face and stands up with shaky legs. He grabs her legs in his hands while kneading them hard. He then takes her hand and walks with her to the locker room. I shake my head and grab my stuff, storming out of the gym.

When did she become such a w***e, what the hell happened to the girl that I am in love with? "Shut the f**k up." I say out loud to myself and I scold myself for even thinking of calling her a w***e. She was not a w***e. Just cause someone enjoys f*****g doesn't make them a w***e. If so then I was a w***e. My body count had to be past a hundred and fifty at this point. Only 3 of those had been from relationships though. Was Ivy in relationships with both of them. Did they know about each other? My head was racing and I didn't know how to deal with this. This hurt, so bad. Ivy wasn't like any other girl. She didn't try an impress me. She was beautiful on the inside and out. She was someone I could spend my whole life with. She was the type of girl you lay in bed with all day. The type of girl where you don't care about her morning breath, you couldn't wait to kiss her. She is the type of girl you please as much as you can so hopefully, one day, you can be good enough for her. 

I sit in the car and scream. I hit my steering wheel and I feel so alone. I know tonight will definitely be bonding over Disney movies with Venus while we eat ice cream and have tea parties. Ah, I remember how Ivy was with Venus. She loved her and Venus loved her. Ivy would make such a great mother. I'd love to make her mother, but I knew I physically couldn't. It mentally can not move from her. She occupies my thoughts every waking hour and the deepest parts of my dreams every night. I couldn't think of being with anyone else. She was just my everything. After only 8 months of knowing her, I knew I had to have and keep her.