“Kind of reminds me of Christopher, but I can’t think of an actor.”
“Oh, please. Talon is so lean compared to your brother’s muscles and height. Not that I pay attention to anything about your brother.”
At Kendall’s breathy tone, Fee plastered a smile on her lips. It sounded as if Kendall noticed a lot about Christopher. “How true.”
“Here you are.” Talon handed Kendall the mat, grinning when her gaze dropped to his penis. “You can change behind the screen.”
“I’ll show her.” Once again, Fee dragged Kendall away, mortified as Talon’s laughter floated to them. He might’ve been married, but he was a flirt, rumored to be hooking up with the pretty building receptionist. He wouldn’t hesitate to sleep with Kendall, then go on as if it never happened.
Behind the screen, she began to unbutton her dress. “Oh my God, you’ve got to stop. None of the guys here have penises to fuck tonight. They are totally non-sexual instruments. Okay? Just like our vaginas. We’re here to improve ourselves. Stop acting like a school girl.”
Rattled by Kendall’s behavior, Fee stuffed her dress in her bag, not bothering to lay it out as she usually did. She stepped out of her flats as Kendall peeped around the screen, her shirt already gone.
“There are two old guys out there. I wouldn’t look at their shriveled cocks if you paid me.” Kendall removed her sneakers and socks, then her pants, folding them with the care Fee hadn’t taken with her dress. “Same with those old women. Their boobs are about at their knees. Why they’d ever undress in front of other people is beyond me.”
“You’re horrible,” Fee said around laughter. Despite Kendall’s inappropriate comments, they were funny. She slid out of her panties, unhooked her bra, and dropped the underwear into her bag.
Kendall twisted her hair into a messy bun, then removed her bra. “What do you do when you’re on your period?” Her panties dropped to the floor. “I mean for the class.”
“I don’t attend.”
“A tampon would work.”
“Ew, disgusting. The string would hang out.”
“Yeah, but think of everyone’s reactions.”
“Come on, woman, and behave.”
To save time, Fee sat up Kendall’s mat, who was still too busy stealing glances at Talon and surveying the rest of the students. Her nudity didn’t shame her in the least. It had taken Fee several classes to feel comfortable. She still wouldn’t attend the advanced classes, but sometimes practiced the more challenging poses on her own in private.
“We’re warming up. Follow my lead,” she told Kendall, then sat with her butt flat on the floor, legs crossed, and feet beneath each knee. She turned her palms up. “Breathe in and out. If you can pick up on what Talon is doing without watching him, close your eyes. But, since this is your first class, it might be easier if you kept them open.”
“I told you, Fee,” Talon called out in the small space. He winked at her. “You can teach right alongside me.”
The older guy who’d started the class the same day as Fee nodded. “I’ve been telling her the same thing.”
“No thank you,” she said, straightening her spine and drawing her clasped hands to her chest. “I have a real fear of standing on my head.”
“Inversion poses aren’t just standing on your head,” Blue, one of the younger women who’d made several attempts to befriend Fee, pointed out. “It helps with muscle strength and agility. There are other positions at the intermediate and advanced levels.”
“Still not for me.”
“We’ll change your mind,” Talon vowed.
“Try your best, but I can be quite stubborn.”
He grinned. “Ready, everyone?”
“Go for it,” Fee replied, already feeling her stress drifting away.
“Do you think Uncle Chris is mad at me?”
Diesel’s uncertain voice captured Cash’s attention from his contemplation of the climate-controlled room Stretch referred to as Bombs R Us. One of the things Cash admired about Stretch was his quirky sense-of-humor, hidden beneath vulnerability and a bit of naiveté. The reason Stretch was having such a hard time adjusting to Cowboy’s cruelty was because the man saw the good in everyone.
It drove Cash crazy and made him want to both protect Stretch, and knock the shit out of him. If anyone knew that nothing but motherfuckers populated the world, it was Stretch, considering the cruel motherfucker who’d bred him.
“Cash?”
“Hmm?”
This was the room where he’d first noticed Stretch. Really noticed him. Stretch was the reason Cash had decided to give up his Nomad status and patch back in as a full member. Not that Cash had ever—or would ever—admit that.