Posted Tue Nov 3, 2015 | 182 Words | Tagged story

He had joined the gym because of wanting to get into shape. He badly desired to at least be able to look fairly attractive, but his secret was to have loads of muscles. The manager at the gym was surprisingly friendly towards someone like him who had no idea how to use a gym or anything. He even was given a voucher to use the gym’s tanning booths.

He’d never used one before, but not wanting to upset the man and being polite he accepted it. The manager insisted he do it as part of the sign up process and he sighed internally and just rolled with it.

When in the tanning booth he felt pain everywhere the light touched. But it felt.. good. This is how a man should look, strong, tough and with some colour in him.

He got out and thanked the man, and proceeded to the gym floor in just his underwear. Peak members-only time had just started at 5.30pm and that meant underwear only. Not that anyone cared once they had taken their “complimentary” tanning booth session.