WrestlejockCT Posted July 14, 2021 Share Posted July 14, 2021 Love it, love it, love it....Flynn and Vaughn are great together and the writing brings them to life! Awesome! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
citizenies Posted July 14, 2021 Share Posted July 14, 2021 Great way to make him money and get him bigger. Overall loving it. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MochiNii Posted July 14, 2021 Share Posted July 14, 2021 :0 cristo ese fue un plan muy sencillo, solo tuvieron que depender de un supersticioso para ganarse toda esa plata! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TQuintA Posted July 14, 2021 Author Share Posted July 14, 2021 14 minutes ago, MochiNii said: :0 cristo ese fue un plan muy sencillo, solo tuvieron que depender de un supersticioso para ganarse toda esa plata! Los mejores planes son los simples. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mdlftr Posted July 14, 2021 Share Posted July 14, 2021 3 hours ago, TQuintA said: Los mejores planes son los simples. [For us monolingual illiterates, here's the translation: 0 Christ, that was a very simple plan, they just had to depend on a superstitious man to earn all that money! The best plans are the simple ones Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mdlftr Posted July 14, 2021 Share Posted July 14, 2021 Wow. TAQuinta, I have to know --- what shows or movies have you written that are screening right now? This was like "Trading Places" meets "Bachelor Party" meets "90210" meets "Queer As Folk" meets Gallasch Muscle Videos meets "any Division I national university sports program." - AND THEN SOME! Man, I love your writing! Please continue. Muscle humor is so rare as to almost be a unicorn--- 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TQuintA Posted July 15, 2021 Author Share Posted July 15, 2021 2 hours ago, Mdlftr said: what shows or movies have you written that are screening right now? You definitely flatter me. Thanks for the lovely words of encouragement. Sadly, I've never written for movies or the TV. Keep reading. Not to tip my hand, but this story has a lot more to go. 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Maxum Posted July 15, 2021 Share Posted July 15, 2021 Gotta chime in. I'm loving the story so far. Just quirky enough and with super likable characters. (I really don't enjoy characters who are despicable or who carry way too much personal baggage. Recognize many of my friends in your character Flynn. I sorta like the opportunists. Would do him in a flash. 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
1996bodybuilder Posted July 16, 2021 Share Posted July 16, 2021 Your story’s are always top notch love them caint wait for more 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TQuintA Posted July 16, 2021 Author Share Posted July 16, 2021 Part 2 – The College Con-Artist Chapter 7 As soon as the check cleared, Flynn set to work. He staked out the gym to make sure that Rhodes and Steele were both in the gym. Once they were, he sent me in to do my workout. Flynn had given me very specific instructions and told me what to do. He had to get them to take the bait, and he needed my help to do it. The plan sounded unlikely to work to me, but Flynn’s the pro-scammer, so I trusted him. When I got to the gym, the first thing Flynn told me to do was make sure that Rhodes and Steele both saw me. To that end, as I moved to the pec deck I flipped them off. They saw me, alright, but they didn’t engage right away. Instead, they went back to the weights. Rhodes and Steele working out together was ludicrous. Every exercise Steele did, Rhodes would then do at a higher weight to prove he was stronger. Then, Steele would take a picture to post to Instagram and show off how many likes his pictures were getting and how many women were sliding into his DMs. They might as well have been exposing their canines and beating their chests like gorillas. I’d been working out for ten minutes—an interminable ten minutes in which I thought Flynn was never going to show up—but then he strolled in, cool as a cucumber. He walked right in between Rhodes and Steele, and pulled Steele aside. Flynn began talking in a voice that was loud enough to be heard by anyone who was listening, but quiet enough to pass off as whispering (badly). I don’t quite know how he did it. “You want to put that asshole in his place?” Flynn patted Steele’s shoulder with one hand and pointed with the thumb of his other hand at Rhodes. “I’ve got a product for you.” “Steroids?” Steele asked dismissively. “I’m insulted. Would I sell you drugs out in the open? Am I that stupid?” “Then what is it?” “A supplement.” “You’ll have to be more specific.” “Shafe calls it The Good Stuff. I calling it TGS-Max. For the trademark.” His interest now piqued, Rhodes sidled into the conversation. “Shafe? You mean Gil Shafer?” “Who?” Steele was less impressed. “We met him at Catalina. Dude was huge and ripped and pulling in major pussy.” Steele nodded, remembering. “The spoiled rich ass spending all of his daddy’s money to become a bodybuilder.” Steele turned back to Flynn. “You expect me to believe you know him?” “He does,” Rhodes insisted, punching Steele on the shoulder. “I’ve seen them together at clubs. Shafe and him are bros.” Almost as an afterthought, he added, “That man is jacked.” “How do you think he got so big so fast?” Flynn interjected. “Steroids,” Steele sneered. “He might have done steroids. I wouldn’t know about that. But I know he’s been using TGS-Max. And he let me use some.” Flynn flexed his impressive arm and it swelled up deliciously. “The results speak for themselves. And I’ve been begging him to let me sell it. He finally agreed.” Rhodes looked ready to bite, but Steele was unmoved. “I’m not an idiot, Flynn,” he said. “Would one bottle for free do it?” Flynn took a non-descript bottle about the size of a bottle of aspirin but with a wider mouth out of his pocket and showed it to them both. “One scoop in a protein shake every day until you finish the bottle. A small batch this size? Five pounds guaranteed. More if you really commit to your workouts. The more you work out, the more it works out.” Rhodes grabbed the bottle eagerly. Steele snatched it out of his hands. “Are you a complete simpleton, Rhodes? We just got his boyfriend fired from three different jobs. This is clearly a revenge scheme. He probably stole it from Shafe so he could frame us. If it isn’t stolen, it’s probably full of ex-lax or hallucinogens or poison.” “Fine,” Flynn said, grabbing the bottle back. “I’ll take my business elsewhere.” “Wait!” Rhodes said. He thought for a second, turned to Steele, and then said, “What if we take the free sample but give it to someone else?” Flynn shrugged. “Fine. Pick someone. A random person in the gym.” He spread his arms wide. Steele sneered. “He wouldn’t care if he poisoned someone else, Rhodes. He hates everyone who goes to this school.” “Shafe is huge, man. If he uses this, I want to use this.” Steele rolled his eyes in contempt, and then decided if it was so important to Rhodes, he’d best fall in line. Without much enthusiasm, he looked around the gym to find a suitable guinea pig. An evil smile spread across Steele’s face. “I pick your boyfriend.” Flynn shrugged. “Okay. I’ll help my boyfriend put on five pounds of muscle.” Then, he added sarcastically, “What a horrible fate for me.” Rhodes grimaced. “Now who’s being simple? He’ll just cheat if it’s his boyfriend.” Steele dismissed Rhodes with a flourishing hand gesture and then waved me over. “Vaughn. That’s your name, right?” “Yeah,” I said, tentatively approaching them. “I will pay you to test this product for me. It should take…” he looked at the bottle in Flynn’s hand. “How long will it take to finish the sample bottle?” “A week,” Flynn said. “You will test this product for me. It will take a week. You will spend that week supervised by me or Rhodes. We will tell you what to eat and how much to sleep. You will not be left alone with your boyfriend during this time. If this product works, you will put on five pounds of muscle. In addition, we will cover the cost of your food and compensate you $100. Deal?” “Can I go to class still?” “Obviously.” I turned to Flynn. “Is this stuff safe?” “It’s the stuff Shafe takes.” I turned to Steele. “I’m in.” I shook his hand. Steele escorted me to the scale. “Let’s get you weighed.” I was 180, no surprise. Then, he mixed up a spoonful of the powder into a protein shake and handed it to me. I tried to take both the bottle and the protein shake, but Steele clutched the bottle closer to himself. “I’m holding on to this for the whole experiment. Understood?” I nodded, and then, admonished, took the shake. As I was about to drink it, Steele called out to Flynn, “No objections before your lover consumes the powder?” “None.” “I told you the stuff was legit,” Rhodes said, slapping Steele in the chest with the back of his hand. “Flynn’s always selling something or other. And it’s always top grade, primo merchandise.” Steele was still unconvinced. “We’ll see at the end of the week.” 20 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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