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Avril Lavigne - 32 y/o, 5'2, 110 lbs
Ariana Grande - 23 y/o, 5'1', 100 lbsIt was a relief to step into the gym. As Avril Lavigne tightened her ponytail, she smiled to herself. She felt stronger and more confident than ever at this new gym. Ever since the Bella Thorne incident, Avril had refused to work out at gyms where there could be other celebrities in the midst. The last thing she wanted was more humiliation and bruised ribs.
So her team had found her a whole new location, and assured Avril she would be the only celebrity in the place. As she stepped inside the main fitness room, peering around, Avril didn’t recognize a single face, which was a good thing. There would be no name-calling, no comparisons, and no belittling her while she tried to get in shape. She was there to work out and nothing more.
Avril took to the treadmills in her white sports bra and white workout pants, that clung to her short legs, skin-tight. She started off at a slow pace to warm up, enjoying the peacefulness of the environment. All she could hear was the metallic clatter of weights being dropped back onto the rack and the muffled sounds of sports commentary coming from the TV’s. It was refreshing, and Avril felt relieved.
“You’re kidding! Right now?!” hissed a girl on the treadmill to Avril’s right. She was leaning over to talk to her friend, who stood beside the machine. The girl running on the treadmill let the belt slow until it stopped, and stared at her friend with wide eyes. “How do you know?”
Avril tried to snoop in on the conversation, only semi-interested. That was, until she heard the name “Ariana” being mentioned. Not paying attention to her treadmill any longer, Avril peered around as people began gathering throughout the gym, whispering and squealing. Everyone seemed to be focused on the door. Something was brewing. Avril tried to pay it no attention.
“Whatever,” muttered Avril under her breath, bringing her treadmill back up to a slow jog. She stared straight ahead.
Then the doors opened, and an audible gasp rippled through the crowd. Avril jerked around to see none other than Ariana Grande waltzing into the gym, dressed in head to toe dark gray workout attire, her toned midriff revealed between her sports bra and leggings. Her waist-length brown hair bounced behind her, in a high ponytail, as she walked through the weight benches to the main floor where the elliptical machines and treadmills were.
The gym was abuzz. Avril’s jaw hung nearly to the ground as she watched Ariana flash everyone her familiar, girl-next-door smile. Everybody pretended to be working out, but secretly watched Ariana make her way over to one of the male trainers near the weight benches. Avril watched as the trainer and Ariana talked amongst themselves, and became enraged when she noticed the trainer pointing her direction. Ariana looked over at Avril, made an acknowledging expression, and smiled warmly at the trainer.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Avril whispered to herself, wishing she had her phone in her hands right this second so she could phone up her people and ask them why they had promised her a gym where she would be the only famous face, yet here was miss Ariana Grande walking towards her as though it was just a normal, everyday occurrence.
Avril’s face burned hot as she heard the 23-year-old sweetly say, “Excuse me, Avril? Do you care if I work out next to you?”
Avril stared at Ariana with crazed eyes and tight lips. How could this be happening once again? And on the treadmills just like last time? The irony was too much to bear, and Avril was seeing red.
“Okay then,” Ariana said innocently with a smile, climbing onto the treadmill without waiting for Avril to respond to her question. “What a nice, quiet little gym this is. I’m so glad my stylist pointed me this direction.”
Avril had completely disregarded her workout by this point, wrestling with herself to figure out how to get this little miss priss out of her sight. If Ariana picked up on the unwelcoming atmosphere, she didn’t show it. She continued at her slow jog, looking over at Avril every few seconds with a warm expression. The other gym patrons were sneaking pictures of Ariana, which enraged Avril even more. The last thing she wanted was for the tabloids to get ahold of a shot of her working out next to this skinny little thing.
“Tony says you only just started –” began Ariana.
“DON’T,” Avril cut in. She was nearly spitting as she spoke. “Don’t talk to me!”
Ariana’s eyebrows scrunched together in bewilderment. “Okay, I get it. Someone likes to focus, apparently.”
Avril picked up the pace on her treadmill, hoping to get one step ahead of Ariana and forget she was even there. She was starting to sweat, both from the workout and the anger surging through her body.
“You realize this isn’t your gym, right?” said Avril suddenly, shooting a hateful stare at Ariana. “I’m supposed to be the only celebrity here.”
“Excuse me?” said Ariana, taken aback. She laughed. “Says who? Is that on the rules written down somewhere?”
“Says me, right now,” spat Avril.
Arianna pursed her lips together indignantly, watching as Avril’s blonde ponytail swung back and forth from the faster pace of her treadmill.
Not bothering to even respond to the enraged girl, Ariana formed her own plan in her mind, reaching over to the treadmill control panel and boosting up the speed by double. She was now running much faster than Avril was, and was not nearly as out of breath. Avril looked like she was about to collapse. Secretly, her chest was burning and a huge stitch had run up her side, but she couldn’t stop now. She wouldn’t let the Bella Thorne incident repeat itself. She had a lot to prove.
Ariana began to hum one of her songs to herself, loudly and pleasantly, driving Avril crazy. She couldn’t stand the sound of Ariana’s voice over top of the whirring and thumping of the treadmills.
“Do you have to sing like an annoying twat?” Avril lashed out.
Ariana laughed and looked over at Avril, who was basically hunched over the handlebars now, exhausted. “Avril, you poor thing! Do you want some water? Light jogging isn’t for everyone, I get it!”
Ariana bounced easily along on her treadmill, her designer sneakers connecting to the moving belt with ease, as though she were just taking a casual stroll through the park instead of nearly sprinting on the treadmill. Avril couldn’t help but notice, through her peripheral vision, that Ariana’s legs were tight and toned, her tanned stomach flat and taut.
“Having a really expensive trainer helps, honestly,” said Ariana with a laugh. “I could let you borrow mine for a week if you wanted. Don’t worry – I’d cover the cost.”
“I don’t. . . need. . . a trainer,” panted Avril, focusing straight ahead.
“I will say, though, you look in much better shape than I expected ever since your run-in with Bella.”
Avril looked over at Ariana, who was shaking her head as though faking concern. “How do you know –”
“Please,” Ariana scoffed. “I know because I do. Everyone knows, come on. It was all over the magazines. The way she completely pummeled you and had you crawling around on the bathroom floor? Ha! Oh God, and then shoving you in a locker? Please tell me she didn’t actually put you in a locker! That’s fucking rich. Who knew Bella had it in her?”
“Why don’t you come fucking talk to me when you’ve hit puberty, Ariana?” hissed Avril.
Ariana pretended to look offended. “What would you know about puberty, Avril? That must have been ages ago for you now. How old are you? Like...40? Anyway, you don’t look a day over 38!”
“Honey, you’re picking the wrong woman to insult. You think I couldn’t pound your twiggy, weak body into the ground right now if I wanted to? Keep running those Botox lips of yours and see what that gets you.”
“Well, we’ve seen what your mouth gets you,” continued Ariana. “Shoved into a locker, apparently!”
There was a break in the exchange as Ariana looked down at her treadmill screen. “Oh!” she said to herself. “Two miles, wiped out! That went so fast. Avril, how are you coming along over there?”
Avril looked down at her own screen, knowing she wouldn’t be happy with what she saw. She had barely crept up on one mile in the time it had taken this tiny diva to run two!
Ariana had glanced at Avril’s results as well and giggled as she stepped off the machine, taking a big gulp of water from her water bottle. She gave her body a nice, long stretch, groaning louder than natural as she did so. She smiled at Avril.
“Anyway, I’m off to do shoulders. It’s an ‘arms’ day, after all. Feel free to join me when you’ve finished your second mile. If I’m still here, that is. I typically don’t stay four hours in the gym.”
Ariana, pleased with herself, bounced away to the machines in the opposite corner of the facility, leaving an exhausted Avril raging mad. That little bitch! Prancing in here like it was no big deal, and once again making Avril feel like shit when she was trying to work out. How dare she? Who does she think she is?!
Fortunately, Avril didn’t have time to linger on her anger. She was immediately distracted by an alarm on her watch beeping, signaling it was time for her private session. A wave of relief washed over her as she realized this meant she would finally have that time to herself, just her and the trainer.
Feeling a bit better, Avril headed to the private training room, where her trainer, Matt, was already there. Inside the room, the floor was covered in several mattresses. A few weight racks lined the walls. Avril smiled as she felt a bit better, excited to power through this session.
“Alright, you ready to start warming up?” said Matt with a smile, and Avril began to stretch. “Okay, let’s switch to lunges. . . other side.”
Avril followed her trainer’s instructions, excited to be getting this one-on-one time like the celebrity she was. She stretched her arms over her head, pulling her shoulders left to right, the bit of flab on her stomach stretching tight as she did so. Matt directed her through a few more stretches, coming over to help pull Avril’s arms a certain way to get her body loosened up.
Suddenly, the door to the room opened, and in walked Ariana once again. Avril’s mouth fell open as Ariana said happily, “Sorry I’m late, Matt.”
“What?! What is she –” Avril said in shock.
“Oh hey, Ariana! Welcome! Come on in,” said Matt. “Avril, you surely don’t mind.”
Avril gawked at the younger girl as she took a place a few feet away from her. How did she even know all these trainers here?
“I thought this was a private session!” Avril cried. “I paid for a one-on-one class with you, Matt!”
“The more the merrier, right?” said Matt with a jovial laugh. “I always say, competition makes you work harder! Okay ladies. Let’s get our heart rates up before we really dig into this workout. Classic jumping jacks – ready. . . go!”
The two girls began their cardio warm-ups in front of the trainer. He did the moves with them, watching them stand side-by-side, Avril looking mad as ever, and Ariana appearing quite pleased with herself.
“This is bullshit,” hissed Avril as she jumped. “Go back to your own gym, you toddler.”
Ariana chuckled. “Intimidated much?”
“Hardly. How do you even know all the men here? Suck all their dicks in your free time?” Avril taunted.
Matt looked strangely at the two girls as they went back and forth with the insults.
“Jeez, Avril, you’re really shaking the walls of this place, aren’t you?” Ariana said as Avril’s feet landed on the floor mid-jumping jack. “You should really switch to Paleo. Have you tried any diets or are you strictly a beer and pizza girl?”
“Oh, Paleo is great, isn’t it?” Matt chimed in, nodding at Ariana. “Ariana, have you started doing pilates? It really shows! I’m loving that tone.”
“Aw, thank you, Matt!” Ariana said, beaming. “I do private classes with Sasha down on the strip. She’s very exclusive, but when my people called her, she said she had to fit me in.”
Avril’s face was red as she listened to Ariana’s sing-song voice bragging away. Pilates. Please.
“Oh, shit,” muttered Matt, picking up his cell-phone, which had started ringing. “You guys, I’m really sorry, but I have to step out for, like, 20 minutes. Avril, I’ll leave you in the knowledgeable hands of Ariana. Trust me, she knows what she’s doing.”
“But –” began Avril. There was no way she was going to take orders from Ariana. How humiliating would that be! This shouldn’t have even been happening.
Matt already had the phone up to his ear and pulled an apologetic face as he stepped out of the room, the door shutting behind him.
Ariana immediately turned to Avril, flipping her ponytail off her shoulders. “Avril, did you even do jumping jacks when you were in elementary school? You’re not moving your arms right. It’s a pretty basic warmup. I thought everyone knew how to do a jumping jack.”
Avril took a step towards Ariana, her eyes narrowed. “The last thing I need is advice from you. When I want to learn how to act like a bimbo, then I’ll call you. Until then, shut your mouth.”
“Wow, someone needs to burn off some of that stress, huh? Get on your back. Let’s get you started doing abs. You need it, honey, that’s obvious.”
Avril scoffed. “I’m not doing shit!”
“Okay, well, we can end with abs then. Let’s do some weights to start,” Ariana said, taking to the front of the room and facing Avril as though she were the trainer the whole time. “Go ahead and get a set of five-pounders. Come on. . . don’t just stand there. Move!”
“That’s it, Barbie wannabe. You’re getting your ass kicked, right here, right now,” Avril said menacingly, standing her ground.
Ariana tossed her head back and laughed. “You can’t be serious. Awh, that’s kind of adorable. You really think you’re tough shit even after what Bella did to you. I guess you really want to wind up on the ground again, huh? Hey, at least it will be a nice cool-down exercise, laying down on the cold floor.”
Avril couldn’t take it. She marched across the room until she was face-to-face with Ariana, staring her in her big fake eyelash-covered eyes.
“You’re the fakest, trashiest girl I’ve ever seen,” said Avril. “You look like the kind of girl who popped out her first kid at 14.”
“You look like you ate my first kid,” Ariana retorted, glancing down at Avril’s belly, which was not nearly as toned as her own.
“Honey, when you get to my level of fame, you give me a call.”
“Avril, you can’t be serious. My net worth is already way beyond what yours ever was, even in your prime, which – let’s face it – lasted maybe six days? Face it, you’re washed up!”
Suddenly, feeling herself snap, Avril lunged forward and reached for Ariana’s long, silky ponytail, whipping her around. With a gasp of surprise, Ariana struggled against Avril’s unexpected grasp and felt herself falling to the floor. She wasn’t prepared for Avril to grab her like that and had lost her balance.
Avril stared down at her rival, pleased that she had managed to bring Ariana to her knees. The brunette was rubbing her scalp as she picked herself up off the floor just as Avril was walking towards the door of the room, locking it. It latched shut with a satisfying “click.”
“You’re fucking dead,” said Avril.
Ariana laughed and held out her hands, waving Avril on. “Bring it, bitch.”
Avril surveyed the girl up and down, taking in her weak, thin limbs. She had this fight, she knew it. Ariana was tiny and frail, like a child. She could easily break her.
“Look at how small you are,” Avril said with disgust. “There’s nothing to your body. You’re like a pre-pubescent boy. It’s actually rather sad to look at.”
“Oh, is that so? And what does that make you – the fucking Hulk? Please. Come over, honey, and let’s see if you can fight like you talk.”
Not giving it a second thought, Avril did exactly that – she walked over to Ariana and laid a blow against her stomach, causing Ariana to hunch over, gasping out for air. Enraged, she reached up for Avril, pulling her hair and using the leverage to jab her knee against Avril’s stomach. But Avril had seen that move before and wasn’t nearly as caught off guard as she had been the first time. In fact, she felt much more prepared and strong this time around, not at all like she had been with Bella.
“Is that all you’ve got?” Avril said through her teeth as she grabbed another handful of Ariana’s hair, ripping down her ponytail as Ariana fell to the ground.
Avril straddled the pop singer’s petite body, casting a strong blow against Ariana’s face. Ariana turned her head in time, though, causing Avril to miss her jaw and instead hit the ground. Avril hissed a sharp breath as her knuckles crashed against the hard surface. She shook out her hand, wincing.
“Stupid bitch,” said Ariana with a snarky laugh. “Can’t even hit properly.”
“Shut your fucking mouth,” said Avril, slapping Ariana across the face before landing a few solid punches against her stomach. Ariana struggled to kick Avril off of her as she was punched again and again, writhing around any way she could to protect herself. She was surprised at how much bite Avril had in her punches, and knew she had really made her mad.
After a few seconds of this assault, Ariana found the strength to get Avril off of her, rolling her over so that she was on top now. Fueled by anger and the need to show Avril who was really the boss here, Ariana punched Avril’s stomach a few times, the satisfying sound of flesh hitting flesh echoing off the walls, before leaning up to spit on Avril’s face. She reached down to pull out Avril’s blonde ponytail, letting Avril’s head hit the hard floor with a loud thunk. A chunk of Avril’s hair came out and covered the floor.
“Get off me, you crazy bitch!” screamed Avril. It was like Arianna had just snapped.
Ariana laughed and reached down to grab Avril’s small tits through the thin fabric of her sports bra, twisting the soft flesh in her hands as Avril cried out. She knew this feeling all too well and knew she would be bruised as hell the next day, if not already. Ariana had both of Avril’s boobs in her hands now, pinching and pulling her nipples until they were throbbing. Avril arched her back off the floor, trying to find some sort of way to relieve the pressure of Ariana’s assault on her chest. “Avril, maybe when you get to my level, you can afford some better tits!”
Shrieking, Avril reached up to grab Ariana’s hair, which provided a great thing to grab onto as it was so incredibly long, and yanked the girl down to her level.
“Fuck!” cried Ariana, stumbling and landing on the ground, her shoes squeaking against the floor. “You cxnt!”
Avril used the opportunity to drag Ariana over to one of the mattresses by her hair, letting Ariana’s tiny body bounce off the surface for a moment before pouncing once again. This time, however, Ariana saw it coming, and used her legs to trip Avril so that she fell against the mattress face-first. Avril saw the landing coming, but couldn’t brace herself in time. She fell with a big thump against the mattress.
“Too bad you can’t buy a new fucking brain,” laughed Ariana, quickly sitting on Avril’s back and pulling her arms behind her. She brought Avril’s wrists together and sat on them as they twisted painfully behind her back.
“Shit, please! Get the fuck off me!” Avril pleaded, feeling the pain now. Her wrists burned as Ariana kept them tight against her back.
“Ha, yeah right. You asked for this, you washed-up hag!”
Ariana reached down and yanked Avril’s head up by the hair before sending it pounding into the mattress. She did this humiliating move a few times, Avril’s cries muffled as her open mouth landed against the soft material. Ariana laughed and laughed, watching Avril’s head fling up and down, up and down, like a rag doll. Avril’s head began to pound, her ears ringing.
Finally, when she grew bored of this, Ariana stood up and kicked Avril’s legs apart. Then, with as much force as she had in her punches, Ariana brought the toe of her shoe between Avril’s spread legs and right against her pussy. She connected hard and solid, pleased with this method of punishment. Avril screamed as the shoe hit square against her pussy, sending a sharp wave of pain through her already-exhausted body. How did Ariana have so much energy? Avril was already panting for air, but she didn’t want Ariana to see it.
Avril rolled over on the mattress, rubbing her sore wrists and reaching up to adjust her sports bra, which had been twisted so much it had exposed her left breast, the sore nipple hardening in the cool air of the training room. Ariana stared down at her.
“This is your one chance to get up and try to get on my level, and you can barely move?” Ariana shook her head in disbelief. “Wow, I guess things really do go downhill as you get older. Even my grandma does pilates with me, you fat, lazy bitch.”
Avril got to her feet and pulled her arm behind her, fist closed tight. She had one last burst of energy and was ready to make it count against Ariana’s face. She connected, but poorly, and Ariana shook it off. She lunged at Avril, who reached out to grab Ariana’s neck, cutting off her breath for a second, taking her off guard. When Avril released her grip, she cocked her arm once more to take another swing at Ariana, hoping to maybe gain the upper hand once again, but she was far too tired.
As the fist came towards her, Ariana ducked at Avril’s pathetic, weak swing and reached up to knee Avril in the pussy once more. Avril groaned at the familiar sensation against her sensitive spot and hunched over, pushing her legs together to try to quell the pain. Ariana took advantage of this and gave Avril a swift kick behind the knees, sending Avril immediately toppling to the ground, where she laid on her back, shaking with fear that Ariana might truly continue to fuck her up to no end.
“Please don’t,” begged Avril as Ariana stood over top of her. Avril held her hands protectively over her stomach. “I give up, okay? I surrender!”
But Ariana wasn’t interested in her stomach and instead stood on either side of Avril’s head, staring down at her with a sadistic expression.
“I was right,” she said. “The ground really does seem to be the place for you.”
Ariana spit a big loogie down on Avril’s face, watching it make contact right between her eyes, sliding down her nose and spreading out against her cheek. Ariana used the toe of her shoe to rub it in, grinding it into her skin. Avril lay there, mortified, under Ariana’s control as the dirty sole of her shoe rubbed against her face. Her skin burned and felt gritty with dirt from the floor.
Avril groaned and reached over to grab both of Ariana’s slender ankles, causing the brunette to fall down on top of Avril as she lost balance. She fell backwards, crying out as she went.
“Oof!” Avril gasped as all of Ariana’s weight landed on her own body. “Fuck!”
Ariana’s torso had landed on Avril’s legs, crushing Avril’s knees under her weight. Avril hadn’t meant to cause Ariana to fall on top of herself. Ariana’s legs had fallen open on either side of Avril’s body. When Avril looked up, she could see a close-up view of Ariana’s crotch, the tight gray fabric of her leggings outlining the lips of her pussy. Avril tried to sit up to aim a fist right between Ariana’s legs, wanting to give her a taste of her own medicine, but Ariana was too quick. She saw it coming. She used her feet to grip Avril’s head, Avril’s cheeks pinned against Ariana’s sneakers.
“Mmmff. . .lemme. . .go!” Avril said, her lips pinched together like a fish. Ariana laughed and held Avril’s head firmly like this for awhile before kicking Avril square on the face, sending her head reeling back. Ariana had landed a sturdy blow right against her mouth and nose, and pain throbbed throughout her whole head. Avril was seeing stars now.
Arianna got to her knees once again and laughed at Avril’s stunned face. She made a fist and laid a quick punch on the already-painful area, causing Avril to scream out. It was obvious she had won, but she wanted to make sure Avril really did get the point – Ariana was not someone to be messed with.
Suddenly, a noise interrupted the catfight.
“What’s going on in there? Ariana, open up!” cried someone outside of the training room. “Hello?!”
Avril’s head jerked towards the door, recognizing the voice of the trainer, Matt, who was trying to jiggle the doorknob to get in. Avril was so angry with herself that she had locked it! If she had only known that she would have ended up in this position, she never would have locked it. It was only a few moments ago that she thought she actually had a chance at winning this fight.
“Help! Matt, help, please! Ariana’s fucking crazy!” Avril screamed, desperately, as Ariana straddled her and tried to swing at her face again. She used her arms to block Ariana’s crazed movements. “She’s trying to kill me! Please!”
Ariana reached down to pull off her shoes, ripping one of her sweaty socks off her foot and shoving it into Avril’s open mouth. Her screams were instantly muffled. Ariana pulled out her shoelace and quickly used it to tie Avril’s wrists together in front of her. The laces dug into Avril’s skin and left her unable to do much in the way of defense. Ariana’s small, yet surprisingly strong and energetic body was sat firmly down on her lower half, leaving Avril completely not able to move. She was now exactly where her rival wanted her to be – a tangle-haired, spit-covered, sock-filled, wrist-bound mess strewn out in front of her in defeat.
Ariana got down to her knees beside the exhausted girl and crossed her arms over her own unscathed, untouched tits.
“Do you want this to be over?” she asked, as she grabbed Avril’s hair, yanking on her sore scalp.
Avril’s head twisted to one side, the sock still wedged firmly between Avril’s lips. Spit was forming at the corners of Avril’s mouth. Avril stared at Ariana with wide eyes, unnerved by how calm Ariana was. She was totally unfazed.
“I’ll let you go under one condition,” said Ariana.
Avril didn’t move, but continued to stare at Ariana’s blank expression.
“You have to give my tight abs and my perfect, amazing ass a big old kiss, and then I’ll let you go. By doing this, you admit that I’m obviously much more in shape than you are or will ever be. I think we know who’s the winner here.” Arianna, for shits and giggles, reached to give Avril’s tits each a firm slap and laughed. “Do we have a deal?”
Moaning internally, Avril nodded. She couldn’t believe this had happened once again. This was so mortifying. Her whole body throbbed with pain and here she was, having to kiss Ariana Grande’s ass in defeat.
“I’m sorry – what was that? Speak up,” Ariana said with a smirk.
Behind the sock, Avril mumbled loudly, “DEAL.”
With Avril’s wrists still tied firmly together, Ariana removed the sock from Avril’s mouth and Avril shimmied up so she was sitting in a cross-legged position. She swayed slowly side-to-side, exhausted and hurting from the fight.
Ariana stood in front of Avril, spun around, and pulled the band of her leggings down so that tanned cheeks of her ass hung out halfway. She bent over a little bit, giving Avril a perfect target for her kiss.
“Okay, a nice big kiss for me, Avril!” Ariana prodded.
Groaning, Avril leaned forward, too drained to object. She pursed her lips and gave Ariana’s ass a big smooch, her mouth making a satisfying wet sound as she pulled away. This was her newest low. . .
“Now the other cheek.”
Rolling her eyes, Avril turned and kissed Ariana’s other ass cheek.
Ariana turned around and slapped Avril’s face gently, with condescending approval. “Good job. See? You can take orders! Now for my abs. You wish you had a stomach like this, don’t you?”
Avril stared up at Ariana’s eyes, which were gleaming with satisfaction. She slowly leaned up and kiss the taut skin of Ariana’s stomach as Ariana grabbed the back of her head, holding Avril’s face against her body.
“That wasn’t so bad, was it? No locker for you this time!” she chimed, releasing Avril, who fell back to the floor.
“You win, okay? Please just go now. I’m sorry. You were right,” groaned Avril, curling up. She began to cry, the pain and exhaustion catching up to her all at once.
“Well, you can’t pass out here,” said Ariana, motioning around the room. “There are other classes who have to meet here. There are people who actually are serious about their fitness, unlike you.”
She leaned down and pulled on Avril’s hair. “Up,” she ordered. “Up, girl.”
Cheeks flushed with humiliation, Avril got to all fours as Ariana pulled her hair up in one big grasp, as though she were holding a dog leash.
“Hmm. . .can you. . .sit?” came Ariana’s patronizing voice, her face smiling widely at Avril.
Reluctantly, Avril sat down on her heels, tears streaming down her face.
“Can you. . .heel?”
Avril scrambled to keep up with Ariana’s sudden quick walk as she tugged on Avril’s hair. Avril was barely able to hold her own weight up at this point.
“Good bitch.”
Satisfied now, Ariana led Avril to the door, unlocking it. When she opened it, she prodded Avril to keep up, walking her all the way to the center of the gym, where everyone turned to look at the two girls in horror and shock. Everybody gasped. The trainer, Matt, couldn’t speak as he looked from Ariana to Avril and back again. He was at a loss.
“What. . .what the hell happened in there?” he stammered. “Ariana?”
Avril collapsed onto the floor as the brunette let go of her hair. She began crying silently to herself, mortified at having once again got the shit kicked out of her at the gym. She could hear the snaps of a few cell phone cameras going off, making the humiliation that much worse. Her beaten body would, once again, be plastered all over the celebrity news sites, with Ariana’s smiling, shining face blown up right beside it. Ariana would get off with tons of free publicity and praise, while Avril would be belittled. It wasn’t fair.
“Avril had a bit too much of a workout, didn’t you, Avril?” Ariana said loudly, looking back at the blonde, who had finally got to her knees. “Matt, once you left, I led Avril through a pretty serious workout, but I guess it was too intense for her, huh?”
Avril had dried her tears and looked up at her rival in horror. An “intense workout?” Was she serious?
“Avril?” Ariana said knowingly, pointing subtly to her ass to remind Avril of where her lips had just been.
Sighing and feeling the tears slide down her face once more, Avril nodded. “Um. . . yeah. I guess I got in over my head. Thank you, Ariana, for. . .pushing me to my, um, limits. . .”
Matt started clapping his hands together slowly. “Alright, way to go, Ariana! That pilates must be paying off! Someone get this poor thing some water. Avril, you look terrible! You really should just stick with the easy stuff before you try a private session, okay?”
Ariana was ushered away by a group of fans, all of them begging for pictures or for training time with her. She looked back one last time at the beaten Avril, blew her a kiss, and turned her attention back to the crowd. Avril could only watch her toned ass walk away. . .
