Page 68 of Falcon

Chapter 14

Falcon

Waking with yet another steel poker in my skull is not how the start of this day was billed, but I won’t let that stop me from going about my day as I want. Ibuprofen didn’t cut it though, so four Excedrin Migraines and two bottles of water later, I almost feel human again.

I couldn’t secure the room with the sparring mats in the back of the gym until the evening. When I told Faith we’d have to wait until the end of the day to train, she told me that worked perfectly because she and her friend, Rose, always take a class there and she would just have to change from one outfit to another. Whatever that means.

The gym itself doesn’t fit the typical stereotype of a building you’d find in the historical southern states. Everything here, that I’ve seen so far, is old, but well kept. This building, however, is brand-new and very modern with its clean lines and glass walls.

The lobby is in the center and from there; multiple glass hallways extend out like spokes on a wheel, leading to different areas of the gym.

I haven’t gotten the chance to really explore yet to see the different amenities that they offer, and the workout fiend in me is curious.

I check the time on my phone and see I have at least fifteen minutes until I’m supposed to meet Faith in the back, so I head down the farthest glass walkway on my right.

I pass by multiple doors, ones you have to access by keycard if you’ve signed up for use of services in there, and most of them are empty, save a few people doing yoga or using the stationary bikes.

I can hear a low bass line slipping through the glass from a room down on the very end, and it pulls me forward, mostly out of pure curiosity.

I stop at the glass window so I can see into the room, and I almost lower my head to avert my eyes out of respect, but a little blonde pixie I’ve been dying to get my hands on again holds my attention.

As if a higher being was doing me a solid, I have a perfect, unobstructed view of Faith from where I’m standing.

She’s in a room with roughly ten or twelve other ladies, all of which are rolling their hips to the music and making very good use of the shiny, silver poles in front of them.

Pole dancing class.

Nora has talked about this before, but I literally cover my ears like a child and say “La la la la” until she stops talking about it so I don’t have to bleach my brain.

But watching Faith? That’s something I could do all day, every day.

Christ, I’m making a habit of spying on her, but I can’t help it.

She moves with grace and sex appeal, dressed in her black short shorts and plain white tank top, sans shoes, giving me a clear view of her delicate little feet and her stunning thigh tattoo that I still want to explore with my tongue.

And maybe I will as soon as I get her alone.

She is looking ahead, I’m assuming at an instructor, and then she curls her leg around the pole and swings around it gracefully before climbing a bit higher and leaning back, nearly upside down and arching, contorting her body into a shape I can’t even name. It shows off her flexibility and her body. My God.

My cock is growing uncomfortably hard underneath my basketball shorts.

Faith eases herself back to the ground then sinks to her knees, wiggling her body to the bass line, sliding her hands up until they extend above her head. She grips the pole again and moves to her feet, doing one last spin as the music rolls to a close.

She looks at someone on her left that I’m not able to see and a bright smile breaks out over her face. Her cheeks are flushed from the workout and I can just make out the sheen of sweat dotting her forehead. It’s a familiar sight that doesn’t help the hard cock situation I’ve got going on over here.

I step to the side and lean against the wall, looking down at my phone as if I wasn’t just staring at Faith without her knowledge…again, as the group of ladies makes their way toward the doors.

Faith is one of the last to leave and her friend, Rose, is right on her heels.

“Psst,” I say, and smile when she turns toward me.

“Hi!” she exclaims, her voice going high. She’s excited to see me. Just as excited as I am to see her.

“Hi,” I say back, matching her smile then my eyes turn to her friend who has joined her at her side. “Rose. It’s good to see you again.”

“Likewise,” she replies, resting her elbow up on Faith’s shoulder. “What brings you by?”

“I’m here to get some time on the mat with Faith,” I tell her.

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