Burning the Late Night Oil - Eve/Isa

[thesteedman]

Despite working up quite a sweat, Eve still felt she had plenty of energy to burn off within the gym. If there was one thing she had going for her, it was an unreal amount of stamina and endurance. Her record in the LAW had not been great, recording only one victory with mounting losses, but the World Famous British DJ turned wrestler did not mind ultimately. She was in the business of entertainment more than anything else, and none could deny that a match featuring Eve Summers was nothing if not supremely entertaining! She was new and inexperienced... victories would no down come along the way, even if it was far and few between.

That said, it didn't hurt to also train her body and mind. Eve just finished a work out, landing on her bare feet after letting go of the pull up bar. She grasped her nearby grey towel and began to wipe the excess sweat from over her brow before taking a bottle of water and taking a few modest gulps to cool herself off whilst quenching a developing thirst. She took a deep breath and sighed, stretching her shoulders and pulling on her own arms to help loosen her muscles after the prolonged work out. Eve was a stunning specimen of a woman to behold... clad in little more than a grey sports bra and matching boyshorts, the rest of her beautiful form was left on display. Her body was well curved in all the right places and her body fine tuned from years of training.

Her legs were well defined, her exposed midriff slightly tensed revealing her amazing abs. Her breasts were a little larger than average and well rounded, contained within her sports top.
"Alright... that wasn't too bad. I'm getting better..." Eve whispered to herself, given right now she was her with own company. She preferred to enter the gym late in the hours of the day. Given her status as LAW she had twenty four hour access to the facilities, mats and the pools, and she found the chaos in the day at times could be overwhelming. Especially given she was famous! True... all the wrestlers here in the LAW were famous, with star main eventers in the plenty.. but Eve was famous for being a DJ of world renown, and even some of the biggest LAW stars were asking for her autograph.

She didn't mind it... but when she came to the gym she wanted to train and better herself, and such attentions became a distraction as fun as the interactions were. Now however... in the quiet of the night... Eve found she was missing the noise. She sighed to herself, taking another drink of her water bottle before she began to study the dead area of the gym. That was when she took note of another just beyond the facilities. Her eyes perked at the sight of a woman in the mats area, seeing someone do a handstand, sustaining it and unmoving, as if they were a solid statue trapped in place. Curiously, Eve began to walk towards the stranger... it wouldn't hurt to take a break and say hello to someone!

"Hey there!" Eve spoke, leaving the gym facilities to enter the more open mat areas.
"Burning the late night oil as well I see?" Eve added, realising all at once that perhaps she was making a mistake... whoever this person was she could only see the back of them currently... and wondered if they were this far away to be left alone!

[Liesmith]

Whatever else she might say about LAW, Isa Armstrong had to admit they had an impressive gym.

What it lacked in the cosy, old-world familiarity of her dad’s place back home in Belfast, it mostly made up for in the spaciousness and the massive array of equipment and machinery for her to use. They even had dancing poles!

At the same time, they also had a massive array of people wanting to use all that cool kit.

Which was why she was there at this time of night, finishing her stretches before going into her workout proper.

From her seated position, Isa leant forward, transferring her weight to her hands. Then, slowly, she brought her legs up until finally they were straight over her head in a press handstand. It was an impressive display of her control and core strength, one utterly wasted on the empty gym around her.

But that was cool. Sometimes, even Isa needed time to herself (and time away from the stick-up-the-you-know neighbour who seemed bent on denying her any fun at all, jeez it was like the woman thought Isa needed a curfew…).

Besides, she’d gone from being the big fish in the small pond of her dad’s gym to a tiny fish in a huge pond here. Nobody knew her, nobody was going to give her the time of day and she really didn’t find herself enjoying having to fight just for gym time.

But now? The place was quiet, only a couple of others around and none of them seeming to want anything to do with Isa. Now, she could use whatever equipment she wanted, take however long she wanted…

Perfect. At least until she’d built a bit more of a reputation hereabouts…

Distracted by her thoughts, it wasn’t until the voice spoke up behind her that Isa realised she’d got an audience. And one from near home too, judging by the English accent to the words.

Still, she’d been at this long enough that she didn’t falter, despite the urge to try and look at the woman stood somewhere behind her.

“Something like that,” Isa offered after a moment, keeping her eyes on the mat beneath her, “Guess that makes two of us then, huh."

Slowly but with a dancer’s practiced grace, Isa shifted her weight to her left arm, moving her right arm out from under her and out to her side for balance. At the same time, she splayed her legs apart, keeping one straight up and pushing her left out at a ninety-degree angle.

It’d give whoever was behind her a perfect view of the toned muscles shifting beneath Isa’s deeply tanned skin, to say nothing of her prodigious hips and glutes or the curvature of her hamstrings at the back of her equally impressive thighs – all placed readily on display by her skimpy workout bottoms matching the white sports bra she wore as well.

Isa knew she looked good, liked looking good – she’d got it, so flaunt it.

“So are you looking for company,” the Temptress purred, her voice only a fraction strained by holding her bodyweight aloft with one arm, “Or just enjoying the view?”