"We’re all packed in the gym. Performing military presses for our shoulders, dumbbell flies to fill in the center of the chest, sweating, soreness, suffering, working out for the same girl. She deosn’t know our name and we don’t know hers, but we have made eye contact with her breasts her butt and her arms. Sometimes her eyes.
The girl on the outer thigh machine.
Everyday she comes in at seven reading
Peoples magazine using the outer thigh machine not looking to see what weight the machine is set at. Monday she was moving 10lbs and today it is 70, howerver she moves it at the same deliberate pace. She just sits down spreads her legs, spreads her thighs, arching her back. Knees pushing against the pad forcing her legs open for the maximum recruitment of muscle fibers. We are desperatelty seeking the approval of the
The girl on the outer thigh machine
Pumping biceps in sleeveless shirts, we're all in the gym for her,
The girl on the outer thigh machine
Downing a cocktail of supplements, creatine, protein, arginine for
The girl on the outer thigh machine
We hope she notices all this work, all this flexing, all this hair removal, all this tanning, all these reps, engorging every muscle in our bodies with blood, increasing the girth and thickness of our quads, extending the bicep peak, in an attempt to transform ourselves into a single hard muscle, turning the body into one giant throbbing penis, hard to the touch."
Excerpt from The Girl On The Outer Thigh Machine
