Asher stepped out of the car and took in the view. He could see huge glass windows, expensive cars parked outside, and men and women coming in and out, clearly wealthy clients who cared about their fitness.
'Not bad... A perfect place to meet powerful and well-connected people, too.'
As Asher made his way inside, he ignored the curious stares of those passing by. His confident stride made it clear he was someone who belonged here.
Inside, the lobby was just as impressive. High ceilings, marble floors, and a sleek front desk staffed by friendly and attractive receptionists.
When he reached the front desk, a stunning brunette with green eyes and a welcoming smile greeted him. "Good evening, Sir. Welcome to the Royal Crown Fitness Centre. How can I assist you today?"
Asher flashed his most charming smile and looked straight into her eyes. "Hello, beautiful. I'm looking to join your club... but first, tell me your name. It is rude not to introduce yourself, isn't it?"
"Oh, forgive me." The brunette blushed a little at his forwardness. "My name is Diana. It is a pleasure to meet you, Sir."
"Just Asher... Call me Asher," he replied smoothly, watching as she nodded and smiled again. Clearly, she found him interesting.
Then Asher reached into his wallet and took out his black card, showing it to her without breaking eye contact. "And I am ready to pay whatever is needed for a membership... So, how about you help me out, Diana? I prefer to not waste time with unnecessary details."
Diana barely even blinked at the sight of the black card; clearly, she was used to dealing with rich clients. Still, her smile widened a bit as she took it from him.
"As you wish, Asher. Let me handle the process for you. Just tell me the duration you want... Do you want the yearly package or perhaps a lifetime membership?"
"Let us go with the lifetime one," Asher responded casually. "I plan on coming here frequently."
"Of course... Please give me a moment to process everything," Diana said as she typed on her computer. While she did the paperwork, Asher leaned slightly toward the counter, watching her move with grace and efficiency.
She was a beauty, with a curvy body that could turn heads and a face that looked both professional and inviting. Her black blouse was buttoned neatly, but it did not hide the generous curves beneath. They were practically begging to be freed.
And as Asher looked down, her tight skirt hugged her wide hips, emphasizing the perfect round shape of her ass. Even from this angle, it was clear that her rear was thick enough to make any man fantasize.
Not to mention, her thick thighs were the kind that promised a good time if they were to wrap around someone.
'Now these modern outfits are certainly... tempting.' Asher shook his head as a small smirk formed on his lips. 'They do such a good job of showing off the best parts. It will be fun to strip them off when the time comes...'
It only took a few minutes before Diana handed him back his card and gave him an apologetic smile. "Everything is ready, Asher. Your lifetime membership is now activated. I will show you around if you'd like... Unless you prefer to find your way yourself?"
Asher pretended to think about it for a moment, then shook his head, still wearing that charming smile. "No need... Just point me to the changing room, and I will be fine. Thank you for your help."
Diana looked a little disappointed that he didn't choose the tour but nodded anyway. "Of course, Asher. Just take the left hallway and go straight. You can't miss it... and I hope you have a great time here."
"I will... And I am sure we will see each other often, Diana," Asher said in a deep and smooth voice, his eyes lingering on her for a moment before he turned and walked away.
Once he was gone, Diana couldn't help but exhale softly. Her hand rested on her chest, which was beating faster than usual.
'Oh my... What was that about? I've seen handsome clients before, but... that young man... Asher... It's like he has some sort of magnetic aura...' She blinked, trying to shake off her sudden thoughts.
Meanwhile, in the hallway, Asher made his way to the men's changing room.
The moment he entered, Asher saw that it was just as luxurious as the rest of the place, with spacious lockers, clean benches, and private shower stalls. Some men were already inside, some getting ready to work out, and others just relaxing after their sessions.
As Asher passed one group of guys, he couldn't help but overhear them talking and laughing among themselves. They looked fit and muscular, like regular gym-goers who spent a lot of time building their bodies.
"Hey... Did you see the hottie at reception? Man, I swear Diana is packing some serious ass under that skirt... I almost couldn't resist giving it a good slap!" one of the men said, causing his buddies to laugh.
"You're such a dog, man! Diana's way out of your league... and even if you got the chance, you better not mess with her. That girl's daddy is the club's owner! One wrong move, and you are blacklisted for life!"
The man who talked about Diana just shrugged. "I know... That's the only thing keeping me in check... Otherwise, do you think I wouldn't have tried to get in her panties a long time ago?" Then, after pausing, he looked at his friends and added with a dirty grin. "Talking about it got me worked up, though. Let us hit the club later... I need to fuck someone tonight to let off some steam!"
As the man and his friends continued talking and joking about women, Asher quietly made his way to one of the lockers. He placed his gym bag inside, stripped out of his clothes, and slipped into the workout gear he had brought.
While he got ready, Asher couldn't help but let a small smirk slip. 'So... Diana is the owner's daughter... That makes sense... She doesn't look like your average receptionist.'
Then, he thought of the way those guys were drooling over her like animals. He couldn't really blame them... Diana was stunning, and Asher had noticed the second he walked through the door.
But there was one difference between those men and him... Asher did not just want to play with women and let them go. He had a habit of claiming what caught his interest... permanently. He didn't share.
And if any man dared to touch what was his, they'd learn a brutal lesson about consequences.
'Anyway, let's focus on what's important for now... I'm here to get stronger, to train, and make this skinny body into the weapon it needs to be...' Asher thought, closing his locker door with a firm hand.
With that settled, he walked out of the changing room and made his way towards the vast main training area, which was filled with people lifting weights, running, and working out on the machines. The energy in the air was intense and motivating, exactly what Asher needed.
Yet there was also quite a large space between each piece of equipment, clearly meant to give everyone plenty of room to breathe... and maybe to avoid accidental contact between those who liked to keep their distance.
Not that Asher cared. His eyes were scanning the place, analyzing everything, noting which machines might be useful for his goals.
And just when he thought he had seen enough, a familiar figure stepped into his line of sight.