krispos1:bimbo-puppetsandplaythings: Price? “James, I really don’t know about this&rdquo
krispos1:bimbo-puppetsandplaythings: Price? “James, I really don’t know about this”, she murmured unconvincingly. “Bridgette what did we talk about the other day”, he replied. “You have to trust me and my methods.” Bridgette nuzzled on her lip as she looked at him. She couldn’t help but believe him. Ever since he had become her personal gym instructor she had come on in leaps and bounds. For years she had been trying to shift the pounds but it wasn’t until she worked with him that she actually started to see results. Sure he was a little odd but that hardly mattered. She wasn’t paying for him to be her friend. Bridgette knew she had James to thank for her shapely legs and nicely toned butt, achieved through long sessions on the step machine and various exercises. She never would have had the dedication, confidence or commitment to reach her goal alone. “The fresh air of the great outdoors is really going to help you lift”, he said reassuringly. “But we’re right on a public footpath. I’m not sure I like this exposure…and who are those guys?” James followed her gaze further down the path to the group a few metres away. Although they were trying to pretend that they weren’t watching is was clear by the sly sidewards glances that they were. “Ignore them”, James scoffed. “Come on, the sooner you do this the sooner we can get back to the gym”. Bridgette gave a heavy sigh but knew he was right again. She wasn’t about to give up just because of a few weirdos. She bent down, placed her hands on the bar and lifted. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the guys pointing and murmuring to themselves. She could see them jotting down something on paper and after a little while she thought she knew what it was. “Why…why are they writing down prices?” She huffed and puffed as she curled. James shrugged. “Concentrate Bridgette, blot out all distractions”, he encouraged. She couldn’t help but think that his eyes was glued to her bottom as she continued but dashed the thought from her mind and tried to focus on her exercise. She failed as she continued to watch the odd actions of the group. “Maybe”, she rasped breathlessly. “Maybe they want to like buy me or something”. There was an awkward silence before James gave a nervous chuckle. “Yeah…umm…maybe…huh”, was his reply. Bridgette smirked at the prosperous idea and refocused on the curls. Like this story? Have something to say? Please feel free to leave me a comment in the ‘Ask Me Anything’ section of my Tumblr page or e-mail me at [email protected]. I’m also open to picture submissions in the ‘Submit’ section. For further reading check out my Deviant Art page at http://bpap.deviantart.com/ or my story area at www.mcstories.com. My author name is BPAP. Thanks for readingB-PAP An ass this glorious is almost priceless. -- source link