Fitness 4Play: One Night Stand (Novel 1)

(Novel 1)

By: Marcus A. Woods

Copyright © 2015 Marcus Woods

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Acknowledgements

Shout out to everyone who has supported me in
initiating this epic romance series, especially you! I always had
aspirations of creating a novel. Thanks for investing in my
dream.

Special shout out to my mother. Thank you for
creating and instilling values within me to become the creative,
eccentric writer that the whole world is about to witness. And
another special thanks to my best friend, G. Thanks for the help
and support through the years.

Dedication

This is dedicated to my lovely woman, Le'Edda.
Without you, Fitness 4Play would have been impossible to write.
Thank you for the inspiration. I love you bighead.

Table of Contents

Acknowledgements

Dedication

Chapter 1: Welcome to My World

Chapter 2: Hello Ms. Pink Dress

Chapter 3: I Lust Lucy

Chapter 4: I Got a Story to Tell

Chapter 5: Conversation Rules the Nation…Especially
Online

Chapter 6: Checking on Mama Banks

Chapter 7: Thanks For The Enlightenment

Chapter 8: Poetic Justice

Chapter 9: Devin Got A…Girlfriend?

Chapter 10: Like Father, Like Son

Chapter 11: The Makings of a Businessman

Chapter 12: Craziness Knows No Boundaries

Chapter 13: Woe Is Me

Chapter 14: Picnic on the River

Chapter 15: Don't Run Away From Your Problems, Run Towards
Them

Chapter 16: Time For Another Transition

Chapter 17: Time To Face The Music

Chapter 18: Time To Make Things Right

Chapter 19: Business Awaits Me

Chapter 20: The Results Are In

Chapter 21: Life Is Full of Surprises

About the Author

(Major Harris "Love Don't Let Me
Wait" playing in the background)

Some "sensual mischief" occurred last
night.

Upon awakening, my IPod play tunes from the
"Sensual Cuts" playlist. Getting out of bed, I put on my pajama
pants, slip on my house shoes, and limp to the bathroom. My legs
still ache from lifting weights the other day. I began questioning
myself, what did I do? The queasy feeling in my stomach was
indicative of too much Moscato wine. As I exit, a woman yells,
"Devin, come get your breakfast with your little sexy chocolate
self!" "Huh! Who in the hell is that?" I wonder.

I go downstairs towards the kitchen, a
combination of eggs, bacon, and french toast penetrate my nostrils.
Whoever she is can cook. Upon reaching the kitchen, I encountered a
gorgeous woman. She stands 5'5, caramel complexion, light brown
eyes, natural curly hair and curvy as the letter C. "Damn, I sure
know how to pick them," I think to myself. That's the good part.
Want to know the bad part? I can't remember this girl's name! "I
think it is Lucy? Yea, it is Lucy." Lucy is a fine ass nurse who I
met at the bar last night. She must be something if I let her
sleepover.

Before I continue, let me formally introduce
myself. My name is Devin Antwan Banks. My friends call me "Dab" in
which are the initials of my name in case you didn't notice. I was
born in Jackson, TN but raised in Memphis, Tennessee since the age
of 7. I am my parents' only child. I stand 5'6 (5'7 with shoes on)
and am a muscular 165lb with a milk chocolate complexion. Yes
ladies, I am short but taller than a NBA player when we share a
conversation. Anyway, I'm a personal trainer. Let me rephrase…I am
the BEST DAMN personal trainer in Memphis! I went to school at the
University of Memphis and obtained my Master's Degree in Health
& Sports Science in 2012.

My college years were fun as hell. I had my
ups and downs in the dating department. One thing I learn about my
self is that I love pleasing a woman mentally as well as
physically. Most men are unaware how pertinent it is to "mentally
fuck" a woman. At first, like most of the other guys, I was trying
to get pussy at all cost. It wasn't until I met this one girl (who
I didn't hit it off with) taught me a valuable lesson: To fuck a
woman physically, you have to fuck her mentally. This logic sticks
with me till this day.

I had male family members (especially my
Uncle Teddy) give me advice on attracting women. However, it wasn't
until a woman gave me some advice that my dating stock rose. Girls
from dark chocolate to hazelnut skin; BBW type thick girls; lean,
athletic built girls; a few popular, uppity sorority girls and even
the bookworm who lived in the library. I had them all. Now, at 25
years old, I'm at the top of the dating food chain. My game is what
the old school cats would say, "trump tight." The single life has
been good to me.

Yet, for some odd reason, it's starting to
get a tad bit old. Woman after woman without any sort of commitment
starts to play out as you get older. My best friend, Greg, recently
got married. I wonder when my big day will come. Whom am I fooling,
though? Hell, I never even had a monogamous relationship before. My
Uncle Teddy always said, 'one quality female trumps 10
chicken-heads.' This advice comes from a 60 years old man whose
never been married! Sounds far-fetch to me. Sex with multiple women
seems better than with only one. Yet, the older I get, I realize it
boils down to love or lust. Which one do I covet more: LOVE or
LUST? Lust is sort of losing its luster so I'm willing to try out
love. I think I'm ready to test out my uncle's "one woman" theory
when a quality woman is within my vicinity. I think!

Now back to the story…

Last night, I went to this downtown bar my
Greg told me about called The Premiere. He said the atmosphere is
smooth and classy. The bar plays old school music, serves tasty—not
the watered down drinks; the crowd is between 25 to 40 years old.
Most importantly, he said the women are "on point." For the
occasion, I decided casual attire would be best. I put on my
favorite grey V-neck Polo shirt, designer worn-out jeans, and Cole
Hahn loafers. The cologne of choice? Jean Paul Gautier (The ladies
love it!). I grab my car keys and headed out the door. A cool,
soothing breeze disrupts the warmth of the clear summer night. This
is the perfect weather to get into some "sensual mischief."
Entering my black with red-stripes 2013 Mustang—I call it "The
Mackmobile" because it gets a fair share of female attention—I
wondered what woman I would welcome to my world.

(Notorious B.I.G. "Big Poppa"
playing from the car stereo)

Arriving at The Premiere, all I can do is
reminisce on past wild sexual encounters I'd had with some of the
lovely ladies of Memphis. My thoughts wonder to one time I had sex
with a college girl in her dorm's study hall. Then, it travels back
another sexual encounter at the drive-in movie theater with…what
was her name? I cannot remember but I do recall the groans she made
in my ear as our sweaty bodies sexually wrestled in my backseat.
Hell, I even had sex with some of my clients. They burned plenty of
calories that session!

A red carpet leads into the venue. "Its
show-time!" I think to myself. For me, going to a bar or nightclub
to holler at females is like working out. It's like Michael Jordan
stepping on the basketball court. I get my mind right to perform at
my peak. They say conversation rules the nation. Well my
conversation rules a woman's mind.

I scan my surroundings. The atmosphere is
exquisite as Greg described it! Dim fluorescent lights scatter
throughout the building. There are two levels. The first level is
the bar & lounge area and the second level is a dance floor. "A
bar and club in one! Greg didn't tell me this place was like this",
I whisper.

Looking around, my eyes fill with adoration.
Scratch that! They fill with lust. Sexy women are everywhere! Shiny
lip gloss, lifted-up breasts, thick thighs, curvy shaped butts
poking out of mini-dresses, and my personal favorite, manicured
toes. A woman with pretty feet is my weakness. This night is going
to go smoothly.

(Jill Scott's "A Long Walk"
playing in the background)

While my mind hovers over cloud 9, I hear
someone call out, "Hey Dab…Devin Banks." I glance over at the
lounge area. It's Robert Hill, a guy I work with at the gym. I call
him Big Rob because…he is big. He played football back in the day
at The University of Memphis. He hurt his knee his senior year.
Aspirations of being a pro football player were dashed. He finished
school and decided to become a personal trainer. I seen him around
campus but never hung out with him until we became co-workers. I
made my way to the lounge area to greet him.

"Big Rob! What's happening playa?"

"Just chilling. How about you?"

"Man, I'm feeling smooth. There are so many
females in the building. Somebody gonna get it tonight."

We both laugh. "Well, whichever of these
ladies who get it—you make sure she doesn't get you! Otherwise, you
are going to sell the Mackmobile to pay child support," he joked. I
laugh hysterically. Big Rob be having jokes. I always tell him he
should be a comedian.

"Don't worry. I keep my Johnson under wraps
like a Christmas present,"

"Good. Well it's good seeing you Dab. I will
let you get back to your uhmmmm…pursuit of happiness."

"You already know playa." We exchanged fist
bumps and I went to the bar area to get a drink.

***

As I sipped on a Cîroc berry-flavored drink
on the rocks, this cute, cinnamon complexion skin female approached
me out of nowhere. "Hey handsome", she said. Don't you want to buy
me a drink?" she asked, grinning.

"That's funny because I was going to ask you
the same thing, I replied back with a smirk.

"Well it doesn't work that way. You are
supposed to buy me a drink. I'm a lady."

"Oh really? Well sweetheart, I don't know you
well enough to buy you a drink. How about we get to know each other
first and go from there."

"No! I'm good." She stands and walks away.
"Wow," I thought while shaking my head. It's a part of the
game.

Most fellas are not hip to the agenda of some
of these women who frequent bars and clubs. Some come for
attention, free drinks or both. They pretend to be interested in
you to receive the gratification they seek. I been duped plenty of
times thinking one of these type of women was interested. A man who
is searching for a woman (or women) who is genuinely interested in
him, it's imperative he weeds those types out.

After that episode, I decided to go upstairs
to the second level. Now mind you, I'm not much of a dancer. You
will not catch me on the TV show, "So You Think You Can Dance," in
this lifetime. However, I will "groove in order to soothe" a woman
I am interested in getting acquainted with or… into.

(Guy, "Groove Me" playing in the
background)

Turning my attention to the dance floor, this
pretty, light caramel-skinned woman caught my eye. She is 5'5,
light brown eyes, natural curly hair, thick thighs and a curvy butt
peeking from under her pink short-sleeve mini dress. Man she is
fine! I wasn't the only man peeping her. Honestly, I could watch
her dance all night long. Of course, it would be better to have her
pretty ass dancing in my townhouse…minus the clothes. I was
determined to turn fantasy into a reality.

As the night wore on, I decided to campaign
(talk to) for other chicks. I did not want to seem like a stalker
to Ms. Pink Dress. Besides, you have to have more than one option.
This is not a Disney movie were the female you want is the female
you get. Real life don't always meet your expectations; especially
in the dating realm.

The other females were cool but couldn't hold
a candle to Mrs. Pink Dress. After she stopped dancing, she
converses with some guy. I have no clue if he was her boyfriend,
husband or brother making sure none of us horny guys talked to his
sister. Either way, I decided to move on from her and see what was
up with the other ladies. As I was conversing with some other
chick, I see Ms. Pink Dress sitting alone by the bar. "Here is my
opportunity," I thought to myself.