Chapter 334: The champion mindse (1/2)
Ben and Olivia were laying exhausted, panting on her large bed. They'd just gone through a series of high-intensity sexercises and even with Ben's enhanced body, he couldn't keep up after a certain amount. In fact, he was amazed Olivia was able to stand it, which showed that her tall athletic body wasn't just for show. It was also for play…
In any case, in Ben's mind, the biggest hurdle had been passed, and by that he meant the door…
The door nearly turned him into a paraplegic.
Becoming the world's greatest pick up artist was already a difficult enough challenge. So it made him shiver when he considered the possibility of losing function of his three legs.
Turning his head, he looked over to Olivia whose face was flushed. Her performance this time surprised him, or rather—her enthusiasm. In their previous times together, she'd been more of a passenger, into it at times but always with her mind on the end of the trip. This time, it was like she was the head of a hostile takeover for the entire f*cking train conglomerate.
Screaming, pulling, scratching. She'd showed levels of desire Ben had only seen with his more loyal girls before. Of course, Olivia still managed to do it with her own unique characteristics and flavor. At one point, she asked him if he wanted to do a 96 position…
As all these thoughts went through his head, for the first time, Ben took a close look around Olivia's room beyond a given 1x1 square foot area made up of ass or buttcheeks…
On the bedstand near the wall, he saw numerous sports magazines piled onto each other, most focused on volleyball, with one copy of The Wall Street Journal to the side that looked untouched. ”I would've expected you to read more business magazines than sports magazines…”
Olivia wiped her brow. ”Top athletes display the optimum drive to succeed in life. There is much that can be learned from them.”
Ben nodded and noticed the wooden desk on the adjacent wall. It was sparse in books, yet support a large black canister of whey protein, something familiar to Ben as an athlete himself. For her to keep it on her desk though, it really clarified her priorities. ”You really care about your athletic performance, huh?”
”A clean diet is beneficial for energy levels and the mind.”
Ben continued to gaze around and noticed her walls were covered in posters with a unitary theme—volleyball; spikes, serves, receives, it was a jumble of athletes in elegant moves, mostly well-toned female athletes, a few of which even caught the attention of Ben's little brother, making him have a gander.
Seeing all this, Ben knitted his brows. 'I get it. She likes sports. Did she set this room up just to hammer in the message?'
…
Regardless of the one-sided nature of Olivia's sleeping quarters, one item managed to catch Ben's attention, a large glass frame hung up on the opposite wall to her bed, with a red and purple jersey pressed neatly inside, with numerous signatures in black marker on the outer glass. Curious, he looked at Olivia. ”Is that your jersey?”
Hearing him, she suddenly went from resting from exhaustion to jumping up, her eyes wide open and her face red. ”We've spent enough time here. It's time to leave.”
Ben blinked. 'Why's she embarrassed now? Does she not realize her face is covered in my vanilla milkshake?'
A few drops of the worst-made milkshake of all time dripped down onto Olivia's carpet…
But her face remained stoic and absolute, as she pointed her finger to the side. Ben followed the direction to see she was pointing at the door and narrowed his eyes. 'Does she think that scares me? That door won't defeat me again…'