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UNKNOWN: Yes.
ELLIS: I’m holding my cock now. You’ve got to get it hard. Can you do that?
I think I was drooling. My cheeks turned cherry-red even as I imagined all the waysIcould get Ellis hard.
UNKNOWN: I can’t get my fingers all around you because you’re so big.
I could hear the harsh pants coming from me now. My panties were getting wet and, still standing motionless on the elliptical, I shifted around a little.
ELLIS: Are you wet?
Oh God, I am, I thought.
UNKNOWN: Yes, so wet.
ELLIS: Tell me you need me.
UNKNOWN: I need you so bad.
ELLIS: Spread those legs wide.
I felt my own legs tremble. I should interrupt. Let them know I could read everything they were saying to one another. But if I did that, they would stop, and I wanted to hear more. I wanted todomore but I couldn’t very well get myself off while standing on this stupid elliptical in the middle of the gym.
UNKNOWN: I’m aching for you. I feel so empty.
ELLIS: I’m stiff as hell, and I force you to take it.
I gasp. Fuck, I knew Ellis was sexually adventurous but he was so unapologetically kinky. I’d had a few dubious consent fantasies, but I’d always felt ashamed of them so would deliberately cut them short and think of something else. And here Ellis was, talking filthy and bringing them all to the surface again.
UNKNOWN: You’re huge… so hard to take but I want it all.
I moaned. That’s right.Moanedat the idea of Ellis’s cock being too big for me to take.
The harsh sound jolted me out of my fantasy.
Oh God. What am I doing? Getting aroused in public. Sweating and panting because my best friend had a huge dick and was talking to someone else about forcing her to take it.
Ugh.
Trembling slightly, I closed my eyes and took several deep breaths. Then, refusing to look around in case half the gym was watching me in disgust, I quickly silenced my notifications, started my music, turned my phone over and started moving on the elliptical again.
At first my limbs felt shaky, my movements erratic, but eventually I stabilized. I was warm and aroused from what I’d read and what I imagined Ellis and his friend were still texting about, but each time I was tempted to pick up my phone, I just moved faster on the elliptical. Then I started watching Cade again, hoping that I’d start fantasizing abouthimagain rather than Ellis. But forming the fantasies of Cade in my mind didn’t stop me from fantasizing about Ellis, too, knowing how different the two men were but imagining how uniquely wonderful they’d be in bed. Pretty soon I was fantasizing about thethreeof us together. And at some point, athird guywas added to the mix—my super hot Irish neighbor, a drummer who “rehearses” all day and night and who I used to crush on until I realized what a Neanderthal he truly was. But despite my mind loathing him, my body insisted he was exactly what it needed at the moment. And God, by that point—imagining Ellis, Cade, and Jamie fucking me in every way possible—I was moving like crazy on the elliptical, trying to outrun my fantasies, my legs screaming, lungs burning and sweating bullets.
Twenty minutes later, as Cade was bringing his class into Savasana, I was so wiped out, I was no longer even tempted to read Ellis’s sexting or torture myself by staring at Cade or imagining how strong Jamie’s arms were from drumming all day. I didn’t have the energy. I just wanted to get out of here and collapse. But still I kept pushing myself. Because once I got off the elliptical, I’d chicken out like I always did and leave before I talked to Cade. Then I would want to read Ellis’s texts again and he’d probably figure out he’d added me to the conversation by mistake and then we’d have to talk about it. I’d ignore him and head home, where I’d hear Jamie playing his drums but I’d go into my apartment instead of asking him to stop because his god-forsaken drumming at all hours was a term of my discounted lease anyway.
Ugh. No, thanks. I’d just stay here, striding on this fucking elliptical forever like a frizzy-haired guinea pig while Ellis and his lover sexted themselves to death and Cade had group orgies with his yoga class and Jamie kept drumming or maybe even worse did God knew what to the women I could sometimes hear screaming through the walls when they had sex.
Not that I was bitter or anything.
Suddenly, a man stepped into my field of vision. Another hottie. God, I was surrounded by them. This one was tall, with wide shoulders and long blond hair that made him look like a Norse god or a Viking warrior or a super-hot male Taylor Swift. I’d seen him in the gym a couple of times before, wearing a shirt with the gym logo on it, the same one he was wearing now. Had someone heard me moan earlier or seen me looking so intently at Cade that they’d reported me and now Norse Viking God was here to kick me out?
He said something to me I couldn’t hear.
“What?” I shouted, fumbling with my phone.
I’d dropped it in a puddle two months earlier as I tried to order an Uber after bailing on yet another audition before realizing I barely had enough money in my account for the bus. My phone was already having problems with overheating, but after that it also had a cracked screen and water damage. I had a better chance of winning the lottery than pausing my music while the elliptical thrashed me about.
“What did you say?” I repeated, jamming at the screen with my thumb like my second (of a grand total of three) boyfriend trying to find my clit.
