Ghosts vs Panthers

Charlie Gray was cooling down after her usual workout, sweating profusely. She wiped sweat from her brow with a towel, brushing her extremely long hair from her face. Though she enjoyed working out, she was extremely pale and her hair was dark black. It fell to her thighs. Charlie laid back on the bench, sighing loudly.


Lately, La Panthere had been even more unpredictable. She clenched a fist. She needed to find out what La Panthere was up to.

"Hey there, sugar. You gonna let someone else use that machine?"

The voice belonged to a curvy black woman with long, straight hair pulled back into a ponytail. She smiled, though it seemed mostly fake.

"Surely a strong man like you wouldn't mind scooting aside for a lady?"

Charlie opened her eyes and looked up at the woman in front of her. For a second she saw La Panthere, but when she blinked it was just a random gym goer.

She stood up, revealing her extremely subtle curves.

"I'm a woman," she said simply, wiping sweat from her brow.

"Oh, really?" she asked, suddenly sounding much more interested. She played with her ponytail, her smile growing more genuine.

"Sorry about the mistake--the butch type, are you? You're cute, either way."

Somewhat self-consciously, Charlie brushed her long hair with her fingers.

"I don't try to be."

She giggled and leaned forward, her large breasts struggling against the fabric of her tank top.

"Oh, really? Then what brings you to the gym? Trying to pick up cute guys?"

Charlie felt her cheeks flush as she watched the other woman's large breasts bounce. She cleared her throat.

"I'm here to keep in shape. I'm not really interested in cute boys."

She giggled.

"Interesting. I'm definitely not here for cute boys, either.

"Want to work out together? I can slow down, so I don't outpace you by too much. We can hit the treadmills first."

"Well, I was just about to finish my workout," Charlie admitted, but then she thought about the prospect of seeing the beautiful woman's breasts bounce as she ran.

After being silent for quite some time she said, "but I can take a run on the treadmill for a cool down."

"Excellent," she said, dragging her to the treadmills by the hand.

"So, come here often? Personally, I can hardly stay away--I absolutely love staying in shape. It helps with certain...hobbies, of mine. It helps to have stamina."

"Yes," she replied, and a small smile crept onto her face. "I am very much the same."

She looked somewhat gleeful as the other woman held her hand.

"Oh...my name is Charlie."

"Jade. Jade Moreau," she said, winking. "If you come here often, does that mean I've found a new workout partner? The only thing I don't like about working out is how...solitary it feels. I'm more into activities that require at least two."

She hopped onto the treadmill and began jogging; sure enough, her sports bra wasn't enough to prevent her breasts from bouncing gratuitously.

Charlie stared for perhaps a bit too long before she jumped on the open machine next to Jade's.

"I've never had a workout partner," she replied truthfully.