Chapter 1

The crowded dance club pounded with bass. The sea of people seemed to flow as one giant mass under the flashing lights. Lacey let her body move with the crowd and beat. It had been months since the 24-year-old brunette had been out with her friends and letting loose felt great. She wasn't sure if the room was moving from the several drinks she had been slamming back or if it was the lighting and music.

Everyone was crowded together so it wasn't unusual to get groped occasionally. It was hard to tell which ones were on purpose and which were people trying to make their way through the crowd. Lacey had on a tight black dress that looked like she had been poured into. At 5'3" and 110 lbs, she was petite and had curves in all the right places. Her dark hair matched her tight fitting dress. It left no room for a cell phone or wallet so she only had her ID and a credit card stuffed in with her 34D breasts. Lacey felt wild and free.

The night went by in a blur and before she knew it, she awoke to her head throbbing. The sun was shining in through her second story apartment window into her face. The noise of kids playing outside her window at the pool was just enough to annoy her. Lacey rolled over and grabbed another pillow and put it over her head. The pounding felt like she was still in the club, but her room was silent. She decided to get some aspirin and slowly rolled herself out of bed. As she stood up, the room was spinning wildly. She sat back down to try to stabilize herself and realized she still had her dress from last night on.

She pulled the tight dress down over her body and let it fall to the floor. Pulling out something more comfortable from her dresser, Lacy looked up at her mirror and saw her license and credit stuck to her left breast. She started to laugh, but the pain in her head cut it short. After getting some aspirin down, she went back to bed.

The sun was starting to set the next time Lacey woke up. It was her first week in her new apartment. After graduating from college, Lacey found a job in a nearby town and was starting on Monday. She needed to get some laundry done so she threw on some sweatpants and gathered up a load of clothes.

Walking down the steps from her Apartment, an old man was walking by with a small dog on a leash. He looked up with a kind smile. "Good evening."

Lacey didn't feel much like talking so she just said, "Hi" and kept walking. She instantly felt bad, so she promised herself she would stop and chat next time she saw him.

The laundry room was fairly close to her apartment, but she still felt groggy and struggled to get the washing machine started.

"Wow, you look like shit." A strong male voice said.

The sound of the voice made Lacey jump. She turned to see who had spoken with a dirty look. A guy sat on one of the washing machines across the room. He looked to be in his mid to late 20's with a pair of tight fitting jeans and no shirt on. His body was chiseled like a model in a magazine. His sandy blonde hair looked messy, yet styled and had a slightly unshaven face. The man was handsome, but a remark like that should only come from someone she knew well.

The man wasn't looking at her anymore to see her dirty look. Instead, he was looking at his smartphone like he hadn't spoken to her.

Lacey went back to trying to get the coin tray pushed in, but it wouldn't budge. She hit the top of the washer with an open palm.

"That won't help." The stranger said from his corner.

"Fuck off." Lacey replied. Deciding to try a new machine, she opened the door to move her clothes when the door suddenly slammed back shut. Startled, Lacey jumped back to see the shirtless man slide the coin tray with apparent ease and the washer started filling with water.

Feeling stupid, but not wanting to admit it, she glared at the man until he broke the silence. "You're welcome." he said. They stood for a moment, looking at each other. Lacey couldn't help but think if they met under different circumstances, things could have turned out very different. Despite his good looks, this guy clearly thinks he is God's gift to women. She instantly didn't like him.

Before she could come up with a response, he was out the door with a basket of clothes in his arms.

"Asshole." She said out loud. She didn't need his help. She didn't need anyone's help.

Lacey went back to her apartment and found her cell phone. There were two missed calls and five text messages from her boyfriend, Brian. They had met and started dating in college two years ago, but Brian had a job and wasn't able to move just yet with Lacey. It was only about an hour drive away so it wasn't that big of a deal to Lacey. While she wouldn't admit it to Brian, she was looking forward to having a little space. Brian could be clingy and jealous at times and it was clear he was mad because she was not returning his messages. Lacey decided she wasn't in the mood and turned her cell off to enjoy the quiet. She would deal with Brian later.

Over the next two weeks, Lacey worked on settling into her new job and apartment. She had patched things up with Brian and they were back to talking daily. They made plans for Brian to come out Thursday night and spend a long weekend with Lacey. She found herself missing him after not seeing him for a few weeks and worked on planning a fun weekend together.

-Thursday 9 pm, Lacey's Apartment-

Headlights from a car flashed through the window next to the front door. Lacey jumped up to see if it was Brian and pulled the blinds open. Brian was pulling an old duffel bag out of the trunk of his newer model black Chevy Camaro. Lacey assumed he hadn't changed after work, but looked sharp with his gray business slacks and white Oxford dress shirt.

Lacey dashed out the door and down the steps to greet him. When Brian saw her running towards him, he dropped the duffel bag just before she jumped into his arms. They hugged tightly for several moments before Lacey leaned back and gave Brian several kisses.

"I have missed you soo much!" Lacey said in between kisses.

"Me too! Think we could go inside though?" Brian said with a smile.

Lacey dragged him in her apartment. He had helped her move in but had not seen it since she had put everything away. Brian set his bag down just inside the door and looked around.

"Looks like you're all settled in!" He said impressed with what she had done. The front door looked in on a small living room with a small kitchen and dining area to the left. On the other side of the living room, there was a small hallway with the bathroom and bedroom facing each other.

Lacey called to him from her room. "You can put your bag in here."

Brian stood about 5'10" and weighed about 160 lbs. His dark brown hair was combed neatly. His duffel bag did not match his appearance, but he always took it on short trips. When he walked into the bedroom, he stopped abruptly and dropped his bag.

In the middle of her full-size bed, Lacey was naked, stretched out leaning on one side. Her wavy dark lay perfectly over her shoulders reaching the top of her creamy breasts. Her skin looked so smooth and soft from years of being careful in the sun. Her dark hair contrasted against her pale skin. Brian noticed that she had trimmed her pubic hair leaving just a little dark strip, just as he liked it.

"You going to stand there all night?" Lacey asked seductively.

Brian stripped in record time and jumped onto the bed with Lacey. He kissed her all over starting with her tight stomach. She didn't have rock hard abs, but he wasn't fat either. He moved down her smooth legs all the way to her feet and massaged her toes with his hands. Moving back up the other leg he could smell the light clean scent of a fresh bath.

Brian gently moved his hands over her large breasts and massaged them gently. Her pink nipples stiffened under his palms. He lightly sucked on each one before moving up Lacey's neck and lightly nibbled on her ear.

Laying underneath Brian, Lacey wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him in tightly. His hard-on rubbed against her pussy. Brian moved his arm to guide his cock into her wet pussy. He was stopped when Lacey cleared her throat and nodded to the night stand. She had set condoms out for him. Quickly putting one on, he moved back to slid it in.

Lacey felt like her pussy had closed up, because it had been so long since she had sex. It took Brian a moment to work himself inside. It took a few strokes to fully lubricate his shaft. He took long, slow strokes. Lacey rocked her hips to meet his thrusts. He gradually quickened his pace. The sound of their bodies slapping together became louder with each stroke. Brian loved watching her natural breasts bounce as he made love to her. The bed frame began to squeak and Brian exploded into his condom.

Brian fell beside Lacey exhausted. "Wow. You've been saving up for me!" Lacey said looking at the condom still on his dick. Lacey had told Brian early on in their relationship that she expected him to wear a condom. Despite being on birth control, it made her feel more comfortable.

Being new to her job, Lacey didn't want to take the whole day off of work, but did arrange to come home early to get some extra time with Brian.

He had said that he might go down to the pool so when she didn't find him in her apartment, she looked out her bedroom window that overlooked the pool and saw him with that some well-built guy. It took a moment to register that it was that guy from the laundry room. She realized that she had forgotten about him and hadn't seen him since that night a few weeks back.

Immediately, Lacey's dislike of the man returned. She headed out to the pool to get Brian.

Lacey walked up the iron fence that surrounded the pool. "Hey, Honey!" She called out to Brian. Both guys turned towards Lacey. Immediately, she could tell that from Brian's red face that he had been drinking. "Fuck." Lacey thought to herself. Brian could act like a real asshole when he drank.

"Heey!" Brian called back in a slur. "Have you met Trevor? He is really cool." He said sounding really stupid.

Lacey rolled her eyes. Great. There goes their romantic night.

Trevor gave Lacey a confident smile. "Why don't you go get your bathing suit on and join us?"

"No, thanks." Lacey said trying to be polite, then turned to Brian. "Brian, we were supposed to go out to a movie tonight. Come on."

Brian sat there with a stupid look on his face like she was speaking a different language.

Trevor laughed. "Hmm. I don't think he is going anywhere tonight. You sure I can't offer you a cold one?"

Lacey glared at him. This jerk had ruined her night. He pulled a beer from a cooler near the chairs they were sitting in and held it out in her direction. He looked like he should be in a beer commercial with his board shorts hanging low on his trim waist and his perfect tan shining in the warm sun. Then she looked at Brian sporting his farmers tan and love handles.

Without saying anything else, she turned and went back to her apartment hoping that Brian would get the hint.

Two hours later there was a knock at Lacey's door. She took her time getting up from the couch where she had resigned to eating ice cream and watching reality TV.

When she opened the door, Lacey found Trevor holding up Brian who was barely conscious.

"What the fuck did you do to him?" Lacey said accusing Trevor.

"I didn't do anything to him. He's a big boy. He just can't handle his beer." Trevor said with no sign of being drunk. "You want me to bring him in or leave him on the porch?"

Lacey considered the second option. "No, bring him in." and opened the door fully. Lacey watched how Trevor 's muscles flexed as he held him up to get inside.

Lacey had Trevor get Brian to her bed.

Trevor went back to the living room and sat on the couch. "Who invited you to stay?" Lacey asked with an attitude.

"You're a real bitch, you know that? I helped you with the washing machine and you gave me attitude. Then I help you with your boyfriend and you give me attitude. What's your problem?"

Lacey thought about it for a minute. It was Trevor that insulted her when they first met.

Trevor broke the silence. "Let's start again." He stood up and reached his hand out. "Hi. I'm, Trevor."

Lacey hesitated then shook his hand. His hand felt huge as it firmly gripped hers. She felt hot suddenly and replied, "Lacey."

"Nice to meet you, Lacey." He said and sat back down. "Anything good on?"

Lacey was irritated that he sat down again without being invited. She replied, "Not really."

Trevor watched the TV, ignoring that Lacey was still standing there. Lacey acknowledged that he wasn't going anywhere and sat down on the other end of the couch. It was the only piece of furniture so it was her only option. It was long enough so she didn't feel like she was sitting too close.

Trying to assess Trevor, Lacey wondered if she had been unreasonable with him. Maybe he wasn't such a bad guy. He looked huge sitting on the couch compared to Lacey. She was amazed how fit he was too. Even sitting down, there were no rolls of fat anywhere to be found.

"You can touch." Trevor said breaking Lacey's thoughts. He seemed to be watching the TV and didn't even turn his head to speak.

"What?"

"My body. You keep staring at me. I won't tell your boyfriend"

"You would like that wouldn't you?" Lacey said in a snarky tone. No, she was right all along. He was an arrogant prick.

"I'm pretty sure it's you that would enjoy that more than me."

"Could you be any more full of yourself?"

"I just tell it like I see it. Your little boyfriend is soft around the edges. You ever ran your hands over a real six pack?" He looked up with an arrogant smile.

Lacey's face became red with anger and was about to scream at him when Trevor 's cell phone ran. She could hear a female voice on the other end, but could make out the words.

Trevor then said, "Sounds good. See you in 10."

Trevor stood up and looked at Lacey with a smirk. "Sorry. You missed your chance. I got a booty call. See ya around."

Lacey could only watch in frustration as Trevor left her apartment. She went and checked on Brian who was passed out across the bed. She tried pushing him over, but couldn't get him to budge. Frustrated, she slept on the couch.

It was almost noon before Brian finally got up. Lacey was so mad at him that it was 30 minutes before she spoke to him. The entire day was ruined for Lacey. Brian felt sick and didn't want to go anywhere. Lacey was mad at him for ruining their weekend.

Brian was supposed to leave late Sunday, but the tension was high between them so he left in the morning instead. Lacey worked on cleaning her apartment up, but she still had some energy to burn.

It had been over a month since Lacey had worked out and didn't join a gym since there was a workout room that the apartment complex managed. Making up her mind to get back into her workout routine, she put on a black sports bra and spandex shorts. Not wanting to look like a slut, she threw on a loose tank top to cover herself up a little and headed out.

Heading for the workout room, Lacey noticed the old man walking his little dog again. As she got closer to him, he smiled and said, "Good afternoon!"

"Hi, how are you?" Lacey said using the same voice she used with her own Grandparents.

"I'm Tom and this is my guard dog, Jerry." He said motioning to the tiny dog.

Lacey bent down and pet the little dog. "Well hello, Jerry! You are just so cute!" She looked up at Tom and caught him trying to look down her shirt. It wasn't an uncommon event, but Lacey wasn't going to give him a show either. Like most men, Tom acted like he didn't just get caught.

"Well, Tom. My name's, Lacey. It's nice to meet you and Jerry both."

Tom looked like he wanted to keep talking. He ruined that chance. Lacey headed off to the workout room.

The workout room was about the size of Lacey's living room, which wasn't very big. The equipment consisted of an old cable machine, some free weights, and two treadmills. It looked a lot better when she toured the complex, but she wasn't too excited about it now. She got on the treadmill and tried kicking it up to a jogging pace, but it wasn't smooth and Lacey got frustrated quickly with it. Examining the cable machine, it looked worn out as well. "Fuck this." She said out loud and headed back to her apartment to get her purse. There was a gym just down the street and decided to go check that one out.

Lacey expected the gym to be quiet on a Sunday and was right. The thought occurred to her that Trevor could also work out here, but convinced herself that Trevor would not impact her life. Walking inside a young girl sat behind a counter playing on her phone. The girl finished her text before looking up.

"Hi, I was interested in a membership."

"Okay, let me get someone to give you a tour."

Lacey really wanted to skip the sales pitch, but the girl was already on the phone asking for someone to come up front. She looked around the interior of the club and noted that it looked like most any other gym.

"Hi, I'm Jake." A guy who barely looked 18 approached Lacey and stuck his hand out. He gave Lacey a tour and took her over to a desk near the front and started going over pricing. He was trying to include personal training, supplements and other additions, but Lacey had already tuned him out.

"Look, I just want a membership." Lacey said with frustration in her voice.

Jake started in on why personal training was so important when he was interrupted by a familiar voice.

"Jake, are you giving Lacey a hard time?" Trevor said looking like he had just walked in from outside. He was wearing basketball shorts and a shirt that had the sleeves cut off. The sides under his arms were torn open down the hem of the shirt giving a clean view of his hard torso.