Nate had been going to the local gym around the corner for the past five years. He was known as a regular there - five nights out of every week.
Nate considered himself a big guy. Six foot one. 220 pounds of lean muscle. Working out was his main hobby, and he thought that being tall and able-bodied helped inspire confidence among his clients.
The news that the gym wasn't huge news to Nate. The old owner was fine, but he didn't see much of the guy. Not very much changed with the passing of the torch. It had been a few weeks, and he still hadn't met the new owner.
Nate worked long days in a financial advising firm. Things had been stressful lately with the way the stock market had been going and he had a few infuriating phone calls with client at the end of the day. He always looked forward to going to the gym to let off some steam. He came in ready to hit the weights hard. He came in to the gym to see a sign that read:
"Locker room towel service has been discontinued in order to cut back on costs. If you would like to shower bring your own towel. You will still be allowed to use our small towels to wipe down weights and machines."
What the fuck? Seriously? You can't take just a few cents out of the $75 a month we pay? Ridiculous. Maybe he would have to meet the new owner to give him a piece of his mind.
He worked out harder than he had in months. He worked up quite a sweat, and there were no towels to dry off with. He just grabbed five small towels off the table before he went into the locker room. He noticed the front desk worker scowl at him, but he didn't care. See what happens if that puny freckle-face says anything.
Nate also didn't mind the attention he got when he toweled off. Other than the rest of his body, he knew that he led the pack with his endowment. He was about 5 inches soft, nicely thick, with a pair of egg-sized balls. Yeah, he took his time with those tiny towels drying every square inch. It just meant the other guys in the locker room had more time to glance at his equipment.
By the time he was done, he was too tired to talk to the new owner. The front desk worker was standing in the doorway of the owner's office. Nate could hear the conversation, but he couldn't see the owner.
"Some guy is taking a bunch of small towels to dry off with in the locker room. Thought you should know."
Nate couldn't make out the owner's response, but the voice was deep, strong, and angry as hell.
Nate walked out the door with a smirk on his face, glad to have made an impression.
Nate considered himself a big guy. Six foot one. 220 pounds of lean muscle. Working out was his main hobby, and he thought that being tall and able-bodied helped inspire confidence among his clients.
The news that the gym wasn't huge news to Nate. The old owner was fine, but he didn't see much of the guy. Not very much changed with the passing of the torch. It had been a few weeks, and he still hadn't met the new owner.
Nate worked long days in a financial advising firm. Things had been stressful lately with the way the stock market had been going and he had a few infuriating phone calls with client at the end of the day. He always looked forward to going to the gym to let off some steam. He came in ready to hit the weights hard. He came in to the gym to see a sign that read:
"Locker room towel service has been discontinued in order to cut back on costs. If you would like to shower bring your own towel. You will still be allowed to use our small towels to wipe down weights and machines."
What the fuck? Seriously? You can't take just a few cents out of the $75 a month we pay? Ridiculous. Maybe he would have to meet the new owner to give him a piece of his mind.
He worked out harder than he had in months. He worked up quite a sweat, and there were no towels to dry off with. He just grabbed five small towels off the table before he went into the locker room. He noticed the front desk worker scowl at him, but he didn't care. See what happens if that puny freckle-face says anything.
Nate also didn't mind the attention he got when he toweled off. Other than the rest of his body, he knew that he led the pack with his endowment. He was about 5 inches soft, nicely thick, with a pair of egg-sized balls. Yeah, he took his time with those tiny towels drying every square inch. It just meant the other guys in the locker room had more time to glance at his equipment.
By the time he was done, he was too tired to talk to the new owner. The front desk worker was standing in the doorway of the owner's office. Nate could hear the conversation, but he couldn't see the owner.
"Some guy is taking a bunch of small towels to dry off with in the locker room. Thought you should know."
Nate couldn't make out the owner's response, but the voice was deep, strong, and angry as hell.
Nate walked out the door with a smirk on his face, glad to have made an impression.