After the amazing sex filled day of yesterday Kiara found herself suddenly alone. Both Quinn and Nik had left on business to Mississippi and would not be back for at least a week. Although she felt that twinge of loneliness she was actually glad for the time to herself. Don’t misunderstand, having two, hotter than sin weres living with you has its perks, but sometimes a girl just needs time to be herself.
After a long day of school and work she found herself inside the small home gym Nik had built out of one of the larger office rooms on the main floor. Both Quinn and Nik had an obsession with working out, but they were both enforcers in a way so they had to keep strong. Kiara however was a scrapper, she had more street smarts than fight smarts, but she’d learned than killing an hour or so punching a giant 500 lbs bag not only made her anger go away, but it sure melted the pounds. As she stepped into the gym in her sweats and a loose t-shirt she was kinda proud of the abs she sported. Not full defined, do laundry on abs, but enough muscle to look toned yet feminine all at once. She began with a few kicks and punches, just releasing a lot of pent up energy and her usual frustrations for the day. Every kick, every punch made the bag swing. Sweat dripped down from her mahogany bangs and she panted the longer she was there punching and kicking away. After a solid 30 minutes of it she took a step back. Every muscle in her body ached in a good way, but the t-shirt she was wearing was now wet and clung to her body, not leaving much for the imagination if she were honest, but hell, she was alone so screw it. She took off the shirt, standing in a sports bra and sweat pants. Her upper body glistened with a fine sheet of sweat, her stomach rose and fell in a symphony of well developed, yet erotic and tantalizing muscles. She smirked to herself and went back to punching the bag, jumping around like a prized boxer. She imagined herself an opponent, someone bigger, stronger than her that she had to dodge and punch in strategic ways. Slowly said opponent merged into people from her past, people she hated with a passion and that only made her punches and kicks even stronger. She was growling now, the bag swinging wildly. She delivered one powerful punch to it and with a loud snap the chain that held the bag broke and the bag went flying across the room, slamming into the nearest wall with a very loud thud before just flopping feebly to the floor. She was panting, her eyes bright yellow, her blood pulsing and the thrill and rush of battle coursing through her veins. She stared at the bag which lay a good ways from her then at the link of chain that still remained attached to the ceiling. Well hell, now she had to find a stronger chain and hoist the bag back into its place. Just as that thought went through her head there was a loud ripping sound and the bag ripped open where she’d punched it, spilling out its contents which turned out to be a mixture of what looked like wet sand and inner tubes. “Shit…” she said under her breath as the bad sort of puked its contents in a lazy manner ALL over the floor. She sighed, now, not only did she have a mess to clean up, she had about a week to order another bag before her house mates returned.
After a long day of school and work she found herself inside the small home gym Nik had built out of one of the larger office rooms on the main floor. Both Quinn and Nik had an obsession with working out, but they were both enforcers in a way so they had to keep strong. Kiara however was a scrapper, she had more street smarts than fight smarts, but she’d learned than killing an hour or so punching a giant 500 lbs bag not only made her anger go away, but it sure melted the pounds. As she stepped into the gym in her sweats and a loose t-shirt she was kinda proud of the abs she sported. Not full defined, do laundry on abs, but enough muscle to look toned yet feminine all at once. She began with a few kicks and punches, just releasing a lot of pent up energy and her usual frustrations for the day. Every kick, every punch made the bag swing. Sweat dripped down from her mahogany bangs and she panted the longer she was there punching and kicking away. After a solid 30 minutes of it she took a step back. Every muscle in her body ached in a good way, but the t-shirt she was wearing was now wet and clung to her body, not leaving much for the imagination if she were honest, but hell, she was alone so screw it. She took off the shirt, standing in a sports bra and sweat pants. Her upper body glistened with a fine sheet of sweat, her stomach rose and fell in a symphony of well developed, yet erotic and tantalizing muscles. She smirked to herself and went back to punching the bag, jumping around like a prized boxer. She imagined herself an opponent, someone bigger, stronger than her that she had to dodge and punch in strategic ways. Slowly said opponent merged into people from her past, people she hated with a passion and that only made her punches and kicks even stronger. She was growling now, the bag swinging wildly. She delivered one powerful punch to it and with a loud snap the chain that held the bag broke and the bag went flying across the room, slamming into the nearest wall with a very loud thud before just flopping feebly to the floor. She was panting, her eyes bright yellow, her blood pulsing and the thrill and rush of battle coursing through her veins. She stared at the bag which lay a good ways from her then at the link of chain that still remained attached to the ceiling. Well hell, now she had to find a stronger chain and hoist the bag back into its place. Just as that thought went through her head there was a loud ripping sound and the bag ripped open where she’d punched it, spilling out its contents which turned out to be a mixture of what looked like wet sand and inner tubes. “Shit…” she said under her breath as the bad sort of puked its contents in a lazy manner ALL over the floor. She sighed, now, not only did she have a mess to clean up, she had about a week to order another bag before her house mates returned.
