Intoxicating Temptation: Ryo and Mariko's High-Stakes Game of Seduction

I was really tired when I got home from work the other day. It had been a long week and all I wanted to do was head to bed.

I'm lucky enough to live in a quiet neighborhood, with houses spaced far enough apart that you can enjoy some peace and quiet at night. No loud music or parties, no drunken arguments, no loud sex - it's just quiet. So when I walked through my door and immediately heard a young woman loudly grunting about how she was *going to get that last rep* I was a bit taken aback.

I had never heard anyone else in my house before, let alone someone working out inside of it.

Warily, I approached the living room where I had heard the noise. There was a young woman - about my age give or take - grunting over what appeared to be an exercise bike. She wore a sports bra and hot pink spandex pants and she was working her way through some sort of leg press. Every few reps she would grunt loudly as she drove her knees against the shiny chrome plates that were on top of the bike.

At first I thought she wasn't paying any attention to me but after several moments she spoke up. "If you're here for the gym, it's down in the garage." She said between grunts, barely looking up from her intense workout. "My dad likes to keep his equipment close by so he doesn't have to go very far or anything."

"What?" Was all I could manage in response to her statement.

"The gym. You know, all of his weight lifting stuff? He keeps those dumbbells we use for P90X and shit like that down there along with all of his other boring shit." She said in an annoyed tone as her workout came to a close and she began dismounting from the machine. "You're new, right? Don't worry about them though you'll probably never see them again after this weekend."

"Uh... yeah I am." I responded haltingly unsure if this girl could actually talk at all without taking a break from whatever bizarro workout plan she was following amongst other things. "Name's Chris by the way."

She turned around to look at me and stretched backwards with her arms while contorting her body sideways so that one hand could reach past her head while the other reached towards her toes. Her pink muscles rippled as they strained under their own weight and suddenly I found myself overcome with feelings of guilt for having these thoughts about this girl who seemed so nice enough despite being so obviously into fitness and health-related hobbies herself.

Once she straightened out again she extended her hand towards me which I gladly accepted while trying not to stare too much at the deep valleys between individual muscles on her body - all of which gleamed with sweat from her intense workout session earlier in the evening. "Nice to meet you Chris! Name's Jessica by the way! Jessica Harris! What are you doing here anyways? This is my dad's place." She explained as we shook hands for what felt like forever though it probably didn't last more than 3 or 4 seconds tops before we let go and walked towards the kitchen area where Jessica opened up one of the cabinets above the sink revealing a small stash of bottled waters hidden away behind various cleaning products underneath various cleaning products underneath various cleaning products... "Here drink this stupid boy!" She chirped happily as she tossed me one of many bottles kept in this cabinet that did not appear to ever be replenished at any point during any given month despite its constant use by Jessica Harris herself every single day when she woke up in the morning after waking up like an early bird every single morning ever since moving out on her own following high school graduation a couple years ago.