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agile he is in the leather; at times he kneels down throwing his hips forward. At the chorus he caresses the bike like it was some kind of lover. He straddles the front wheel, grinding his hips towards the forks and handlebars. He turns his back to the audience, drawing the leather jacket off one shoulder then the next and teasing it down his back. In just one shrug it's gone and cast aside. The audience screams at him to get the rest of his kit off. They might be bloody heathens, but I can see a real art in this performance. You can tell Alex has a dancing background.
He lays down flat to the stage, humping up and down suggestively with his groin. I can't help but wonder how that would feel if he was in bed with me. I give myself a gentle shake to remind myself that's never going to happen. Now I'm jealous of the lucky bloke that gets to experience that.
At the next chorus he moves to the back wheel of the bike, grinding against the seat. God, I wish I were that leather seat right now. He struts around the stage, pumping and gyrating his hips, circling closer to the front as he goes. At times he falls to the floor, snaking his way across the front of the stage using his hips.
At the words 'and I'm going down' the lights go off as Alex drops to his knees, his head in his hands, a single spot highlighting him on the stage with the shadow of the bike in the background. He's glistening all over, his chest glowing with sweat. He stands slowly, shakes himself down and in one swift move pulls off the chaps to 'on the highway to hell'. The crowd stands and screams and the light goes out, leaving the stage in darkness.
"Wow." Jed is lost for words. "I'm a bloke and that was bloody hot." he sighs.
Chapter Twelve
Sally
I toss my Kindle aside in frustration. After watching Alex perform last night I just can't get my mind off him. It means I can't concentrate on the book I'm trying to read either. Every time something sensual happens to the characters in the book I find myself imagining that it's happening to Alex and me instead. Face it girl, he bats for the other side, it's never going to happen.
I look at the clock on my phone. Tiny's decided he's taking me to the gym today as I've refused to let Alex show me any more routines. He's promised to be gentle with me but for some reason I'm taking that promise with a pinch of salt.
The knock at the door shifts me from my stupor. Time to head to the gym.
***
So much for Tiny going easy on me, this is ten times harder than the routine that Alex put me through. We start off on the treadmill like last time but from the first set of cardiac stretches it's different. I never realized Tiny had such an evil streak. It's not just that the routines harder, making me really break out in a sweat, a lot of the moves are just humiliating.
Alex had me swinging that viper tube thing up over my head, but no, Tiny wants me to do the viper crawl, possibly the most embarrassing position I've ever found my body in at a gym. I have to lean over the viper as it points away ahead of me, my hands flat to the floor either side of it, my arse in the air and my feet on the ground. I grab the viper and throw it forward, not that 8 kilos goes very far in this position, then crawl towards it and repeat the motion until I'm at the end of the sectioned off area. Now when babies crawl they have their knees on the floor, which would be more natural than this arse up position I'm in, and it takes a moment or two for my brain to actually work out how to move. I breathe in a sigh of satisfaction at the end until he tells me I have to go back the same way. Great. Nope, still not enough, back again. Then, when I think we're done he tells me I can't throw it forward any more. I can only push it from the end closest to me. At this point I do swear. This thing is bloody heavy and barely moves at all using this move.
Just when I
He lays down flat to the stage, humping up and down suggestively with his groin. I can't help but wonder how that would feel if he was in bed with me. I give myself a gentle shake to remind myself that's never going to happen. Now I'm jealous of the lucky bloke that gets to experience that.
At the next chorus he moves to the back wheel of the bike, grinding against the seat. God, I wish I were that leather seat right now. He struts around the stage, pumping and gyrating his hips, circling closer to the front as he goes. At times he falls to the floor, snaking his way across the front of the stage using his hips.
At the words 'and I'm going down' the lights go off as Alex drops to his knees, his head in his hands, a single spot highlighting him on the stage with the shadow of the bike in the background. He's glistening all over, his chest glowing with sweat. He stands slowly, shakes himself down and in one swift move pulls off the chaps to 'on the highway to hell'. The crowd stands and screams and the light goes out, leaving the stage in darkness.
"Wow." Jed is lost for words. "I'm a bloke and that was bloody hot." he sighs.
Chapter Twelve
Sally
I toss my Kindle aside in frustration. After watching Alex perform last night I just can't get my mind off him. It means I can't concentrate on the book I'm trying to read either. Every time something sensual happens to the characters in the book I find myself imagining that it's happening to Alex and me instead. Face it girl, he bats for the other side, it's never going to happen.
I look at the clock on my phone. Tiny's decided he's taking me to the gym today as I've refused to let Alex show me any more routines. He's promised to be gentle with me but for some reason I'm taking that promise with a pinch of salt.
The knock at the door shifts me from my stupor. Time to head to the gym.
***
So much for Tiny going easy on me, this is ten times harder than the routine that Alex put me through. We start off on the treadmill like last time but from the first set of cardiac stretches it's different. I never realized Tiny had such an evil streak. It's not just that the routines harder, making me really break out in a sweat, a lot of the moves are just humiliating.
Alex had me swinging that viper tube thing up over my head, but no, Tiny wants me to do the viper crawl, possibly the most embarrassing position I've ever found my body in at a gym. I have to lean over the viper as it points away ahead of me, my hands flat to the floor either side of it, my arse in the air and my feet on the ground. I grab the viper and throw it forward, not that 8 kilos goes very far in this position, then crawl towards it and repeat the motion until I'm at the end of the sectioned off area. Now when babies crawl they have their knees on the floor, which would be more natural than this arse up position I'm in, and it takes a moment or two for my brain to actually work out how to move. I breathe in a sigh of satisfaction at the end until he tells me I have to go back the same way. Great. Nope, still not enough, back again. Then, when I think we're done he tells me I can't throw it forward any more. I can only push it from the end closest to me. At this point I do swear. This thing is bloody heavy and barely moves at all using this move.
Just when I
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