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Part 3 - Fruit

Screaming detonated inside the large venue. Screaming like she had never heard before, and coming from grown women. Piercing sound cracked into her skull via her rattling ear drums. His fingers gripped and teased his shirt hem. Another round of squealing erupted. They wanted it off. They wanted what was underneath. What he worked everyday at. He returned to the woman in the chair.
Almost a joke an hour ago, but now her core throbbed. Her mind racing over sex, over what his torso looked like under that soaked white material. Her body moved in time to the music against her will.

Vegeta had a petite woman, early 30's wrapped around his waist. One hand holding her back, securing her to him. The other ran his hand over her face, down her neck, between her breasts. His face quickly followed. The chorus of wound up women reached a new height, his face turned to them, a cheeky smile sprung up across his face.
Dropping slowly to his knees, he sensually laid the woman down on her back. Using his hands to stroke her again. His hips rolling over the top of her.

"Take it off!" A woman yelled beside Bulma.

Snapping out of her sexual trances, Bulma laughed. At the woman, at herself. Fuck, she was captivated by the way this man moved his body. She was glad to be off to the side of the audience. The darkness shrouding her. Her media pass hanging from her neck.
Suddenly Vegeta sat up on his knees ripping his white wife beater in half, all in one quick movement. His chest and abs glistened with sweat, or was it oil. Either way, it was fucking scrumptious. Perfectly sculpted. Bulma cringed at the high pitched sounds being bounced around. Her eyes scanned the crowd. Hands fan faces everywhere. Younger, but mostly middle aged women. Touching their legs, arms, breasts unconsciously, locked onto the display happening on stage.
Would he take any of them home tonight? Most of the females here would probably go with him if he asked. She finally understood why he participated in entertainment like this. It was basically foreplay.

Bulma watched as he faced away from the woman now, on his knees, legs tucked into hers. Looking around to the women in the crowd, egging them on to scream more. They obeyed. He flipped the woman over suddenly, following her and pulling himself up behind her, he grabbed her hip with one hand, the other swiping a handful of hair. Tight ass began pumping his hips into her from behind. Gaze fixated on the movement of his hips made her mind wander to a place of lust and curiousity. Would it feel as good as it looked?
Her hand raised up and she defeatedly fanned her own face.

Fingers wrapping into the white towel his mouth snarled and laughed. Hands whacking his back as he passed.

"How do you manage to always have the best sets when you're only here once a fucking month?" A young man moaned.

"Some of us just have it Will" Vegeta smirked. "And some don't"

Muffled voices caught his attention. His eyes followed the sound. Bulma flashed her media pass to the security guard. He waved her past and she stepped into the back area. Face curiously taking everything in. Tight black leather pants, heeled boots, a strapless top and alluring makeup painted another side of her he was yet to see. He hoped it was a display just for him. By the way she swung her body as she waked, sensually using the full rotation of her hips, he bet it was all for him. Or was she just worked up from watching the show.

"You need security?" a high voice said, a giggle escaped too.

"Yeah, it can get pretty rowdy sometimes"

"You looked really good up there, like a proper stripper" Bulma said, biting her bottom lip ever so slightly as she stopped beside him.

"I am a proper stripper"

He nudged her playfully with his thick muscular arm.

Her hand slowly traced over where he had touched her. "Wow, you really did work up a sweat"

"How did you like the show? Did the crowd enjoy it"

"I think you had the crowd wishing they were that woman. Your clientele is definitely in your desired age range" Bulma said.

He nodded slightly. "A lot of dates come out of this gig"

Quickly she shifted her mode. "Is that the reason you do this?"

'It isn't the only reason. It helps me keep fit, I enjoy it, but of course picking up is a desired part of the job"

"Do you ever pick women you are attracted to, get them up on stage? Like foreplay?"

His eyes watched her mouth curve into a small smile. He was sure she enjoyed the show. "I have, in the past. It's a good way to flirt and make someone feel special" He pushed his body forward, closer to her. "Do you want a private demonstration? For research purposes?"

Unflinching her body remained cool and calm. "Not tonight, I've gotten what I came for, thank you for the pass" Her fingers presented the ticket around her neck. "I'm heading home now, stay out of trouble tonight"

The wink she evoked made him push out the breath he had been holding in. He groaned slightly. Fucking tease. Her eyes withdrew from his gaze and her slim body began to retreat, without a command his hand softly slipped into hers of its own will. Heart pumping.

"Will you need any more information from me?"

A smile formed on her full, red lips. It took everything he had to hold back the urge to grab her and press his body up against her, tasting those delicious lips.

"I think so, I'll let you know in a few days"

Her hand left his and she was gone. Watching her exit he ran his hand through his hair. Convinced more than ever that she was feeling it too. He decided not to let his presence slip away from her mind tonight.

Hours later, laying in his bed he held his phone close to his face, taping a message into the bright screen.

Vegeta: I'm not sure I want you to give away my trade secrets, if women knew I did this as a form of picking up. They may not come to our shows :)

Bulma: Oh please! Don't insult their intelligence, they know why you are there, getting naked for them. Besides, an honest account may just attract a woman of your particular preference

Bingo. She was flirting.

Vegeta: Is that so? And what would these women get from my honest account?

Bulma: Just that, honesty. Mature, intelligent women appreciate it. But, shouldn't you be out enjoying the fruits of your labor?

Vegeta: The only stimulating fruit left early. _

Bulma: Stimulating? That's an interesting word to use. What was stimulating about this particular piece of fruit?

Vegeta: Is this more research?

Bulma: Always :)

Vegeta: The many skills they have, their intelligence, the respect they command, the control they exude. Their pert, round, perfect ass. Mmm, there are many stimulating things about this particular piece of fruit. How can you blame me for wanting a bite?

Hitting send made his pants tighten with excitement. She took a few moments to reply this time, too many for his liking. Heart pumping as the message appeared.

Bulma: Well that was a stimulating image, and definitely candid. Speaking of skills, Is this another form of flirting? You are already well versed in getting naked and flirting shamelessly, you sure are talented. Or are you just using the opportunity for practice?

Vegeta: Practice? I would never practice on such a exhilarating, juicy piece of fruit. I've been savouring the perfect moment, when it's ripe, I want my face covered in juice when I devour it.

He would give anything to see her reaction, watch her face as she read his words. She was able to hide behind her phone tonight. The pause was longer this time.

Bulma: Wow. Ok, I need to work and you are seriously distracting me…

Vegeta: Am I? A welcomed distraction?

Bulma: Possibly. But I have to get back to work Vegeta, I'll be in contact with you soon.

Vegeta: Goodnight Bulma

Pent up frustration was an ongoing problem the past week. It seemed the gym was both a welcome outlet and a form of further frustration. It was true what they said. Don't shit where you eat. Her gym visits had increased, and so had the amount of times she had found his gaze on her. Before all of this, she had hardly noticed Vegeta. She had never contemplated younger men. Her eyes were being opened to a new perspective. Plus, his intentional, intense gaze was not to be ignored. But here she was, the fifth day in a row, trying to avoid him.
Shit. He was free today, no client to train. Free to pour his attention all onto her. She wondered if going and saying hi might rid her of the awkward butterflies that had taken to nesting inside her. Deciding to remain professional she managed a small friendly wave. Yes she was a professional. Bulma Briefs, professional.
Her earbuds slipped into her ears comfortably. Her music already up loud, drowning out her surroundings. As she laid her items out on the floor beside the pull up bar she noticed a sign.

Apologies to all our members, our air-con is currently undergoing
maintenance, we apologise for any inconvenience this may cause.
Management.

Fuck. Half naked men abound. Bulma, sweaty, horny and frustrated. Not a good combo.

Reaching down and setting the weights up on the assisted machine, she jumped on. Setting her back muscles up she felt the urge to look up. Her eyes caught Vegeta's reflection. He was set up on a squat rack. Too many weights for her to count, which she named getfucked weight, sat on his shoulders as he tensed his glutes and hamstrings. Perfectly he lowered himself and pushed the entirety of the weight back up. Smoothly and controlled. His body did things to her that she didn't want to admit. Even to herself. The way he could move, even with all that muscle. She couldn't stop her perverted thoughts. Grinding and gripping her into bliss.
Loud clangs echoed as he racked the bar. Her eyes darted up to his. He caught her. Wearing a triumphant smirk which scared her eyes away and made her face glow red. Fuck.

The remainder of her strength workout was done with either her eyes closed or her vision focused on one spot within the gym. She would not be caught again. Not after those messages he sent. She had to remain professional. She abso-fucking-lutely could not sleep with her source.
Could she?

Fuck! No!

Just in time, her cardio routine that ended her workout loomed. This was really where the frustration would melt away. At least for a few hours until the runner's high wore off. Eyes fixated on her phone, adding songs to her playlist queue. She made her way to the treadmills.
A hard, tight body suddenly collided with hers. She looked up in anticipation. Met with black eyes and handsome features her blush returned. She was sure she said sorry ten times too loud. Vegeta stepped aside and let her past. Feeling his eyes burn into the back of her head she rushed to a machine. Switching it on and jumping onto it in record time.

Like a bad romance novel, he picked the treadmill next to her and began running on it too. Of course he did. God damn it. Sexy prick.
Running next to each other, she felt his heat radiating out toward her, only inches away. The fucking air-con had to be down today? Vegeta reached over his body and removed his shirt, hanging it over the machine. Fuck.

Her fingers reached up to her headphones and turned the volume up to max. She couldn't bear to hear any more grunting, not today, not now. It didn't stop her pussy pulsating between her legs however. Growing increasingly wet and swollen. Images of his body, against hers, touching, kissing, sucking, licking her. God damn, why was it so hot. This fucker was going to pay. She was in control of this situation, of her body. She'd be damned if she would let him win.

Forcefully she slammed the stop button. The treadmill wound down, she had no time for it to stop. She grabbed her items and used the belts slowing movement to slip her off the end of the treadmill.
Two could play this game. He didn't know who he was messing with. High school gymnast Bulma was going to show him a thing or two.
Grabbing a yoga mat, she laid it out, in full view of him. She would give him a show now. Hip stretches were a good place to start. Purposely she spread her leg and eased herself down ever so slowly. Her yoga pants pulling and shaping her ass to perfection. Just how he liked it apparently. Lining up her body so he could see the curve of her pussy lips through her tight pants. She presented herself to him.
She couldn't hold herself back anymore, she just had to see his face. Her head turned, eyes swinging around.
Bingo.

Vegeta's eyes drank her in, his face contorted into a feral arousal. He looked so fucking appealing, eye fucking her body like that. His words about biting into her and covering himself in her juices pumped through her body and lit her core on fire.
Black eyes broke from her body's snare. They landed on her bright blue gaze. They only had a moment to convey a message to each other before his foot slipped, sending him flying off the back of the treadmill.

Face burning and horrified, her hand shot up to her mouth as reality came crashing down on her by proxy. What the fuck was she doing? He was a source! Bulma had never moved so quickly in her life. Mortified, she scrambled to exit the gym, avoiding all eye contact.

Her car could not have been parked any further from the gym's entrance. Rushing to find her keys, she finally managed to unlock her it, then jumped into the safety and confinement of her vehicle. She sunk into her seat and hit the window button. Opening her face back up to the outside air. Her body was throbbing, begging to be touched, to be fucked. Her need for release was the most intense she had ever felt. The burning of embarrassment was nothing compared to her longing for him.

"Bulma"

Hands slammed onto her car door where her window had just been.