Lust Meter System: Conquering Beauties-Chapter 145: Along With The Ride

Kelvin Range Rover pulled into the parking lot and stopped smoothly in a space near the front entrance. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Kelvin turned off the engine and pulled the key from the ignition. "Alright. We’re here."

Liam looked through the windshield at the building in front of them.

It was two stories, modern and clean, with wide glass windows that ran along the entire front.

The exterior was dark grey stone with white trim around the edges. Above the entrance, mounted in brushed steel letters, was the name: **Apex Fitness**.

"A gym," Liam said.

"Not just a gym," Kelvin corrected, already opening his door. "The gym."

Liam opened his door and stepped out onto the pavement.

The air was warm, the sun sitting high overhead, bright enough to make him squint for a second before his eyes adjusted.

The parking lot was mostly full. Nice cars. A Mercedes here. A BMW there. An Audi parked two spaces down. Clean pavement. No cracks. No trash.

Trees planted in neat rows along the edges, their leaves full and green, casting long shadows across the asphalt.

This wasn’t the kind of neighborhood where things got left broken.

Kelvin walked around to the back of the Range Rover and popped the trunk.

He pulled out two water bottles and two small white towels, handing one of each to Liam before slinging his own towel around his neck.

Liam took them and did the same, the towel sitting across the back of his shoulders, the fabric soft and clean against his skin.

They walked toward the entrance side by side, their footsteps quiet against the pavement.

The glass doors slid open automatically as they approached, smooth and silent.

The air conditioning hit immediately, cool and clean, a sharp contrast to the heat outside.

It carried the faint smell of rubber mats, metal, and something vaguely citrus. Clean. Maintained. Not the stale sweat smell of cheaper gyms.

The lobby opened up into a wide space.

The floor was polished grey tile, smooth and spotless, reflecting the overhead lights in faint streaks.

To the left was a lounge area with low black leather couches and a few chairs arranged around a glass coffee table. A flatscreen TV mounted on the wall played some kind of sports highlight reel with the sound muted, the images flickering silently.

To the right was the front desk, a long counter of dark wood with the Apex logo etched into the front in silver.

Behind it stood a woman in her mid-twenties wearing a fitted black polo shirt with the gym’s name embroidered on the chest in white thread.

Her hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail, her posture straight and professional. Above her head floated a number in clean white text: [38/100].

Ahead, past the front desk, the main gym floor stretched out. Rows of machines. Free weights. Benches.

Everything organized and spaced out with enough room that it didn’t feel cramped even though there were at least thirty people in there.

The sound of the gym was constant but not overwhelming.

The rhythmic clank of weights being racked. The low hum of treadmills and ellipticals. The occasional grunt of effort. Music played from overhead speakers, something with a steady beat that blended into the background without demanding attention.

Liam’s eyes moved across the floor.

Men, yeah. A decent number. Some lifting near the front. Some on machines he could see from here.

But there were women too.

’Now I see why he brought me here.’

Kelvin was already stepping up to the front desk, completely at ease, like he’d done this a hundred times before

Liam followed.

The woman behind the desk looked up as they approached and smiled immediately. "Kelvin. Good to see you again."

"Hey, Mia," Kelvin said, leaning slightly on the counter, his forearms resting against the dark wood. "This is my friend Liam. He’s going to be joining."

Mia’s eyes shifted to Liam. She looked him over once, quickly, her gaze moving from his face down to his shoulders and then back up. Then she smiled. "First time here?"

"Yeah," Liam said.

"Alright. Are you looking to do a day pass or a membership?"

Before Liam could answer, Kelvin cut in. "He’ll take a month."

Liam looked at him. "I didn’t say that."

"You’re taking a month," Kelvin said, not looking at him. Then to Mia: "Put him down for a month."

Mia’s smile widened slightly.

She typed something into the computer in front of her, her fingers moving quickly across the keyboard. "Alright. Monthly membership is two hundred. Do you have a student ID?"

Liam pulled his wallet from his pocket and fished out his student card.

While Mia typed, Liam pulled out his phone and checked the screen.

No new messages.

’She hasn’t texted me yet.’

He let out a quiet sigh and slid the phone back into his pocket.

Mia scanned his card and nodded. "That brings it down to one fifty."

Kelvin was already pulling out his own card before Liam could reach for his wallet again. He handed it to Mia. "I’ve got it."

Liam raised an eyebrow. "You’re paying?"

"Consider it a gift," Kelvin said, grinning.

Mia ran the card, the machine beeping softly, then handed it back to Kelvin.

She pulled out a small plastic membership card from a drawer and slid it across the counter to Liam. "You’re all set. Locker rooms are through that door on the left. If you need anything, just ask."

"Thanks," Liam said, pocketing the card.

Kelvin pushed off the counter and started walking toward the main gym floor. Liam followed.

The gym was big. Bigger than it had looked from the entrance. The ceiling was high, maybe fifteen feet, with exposed steel beams running across the top painted matte black. Industrial fans hung at intervals, spinning slowly, pushing the cool air down across the floor.

The equipment was organized into sections. Free weights on the left, racks of dumbbells lined up in perfect ascending order from ten pounds to over a hundred. Machines in the center, each one spotless, the padding black and unmarked. Cardio equipment along the back wall. Mats and open space for stretching and bodyweight exercises near the windows, where natural light poured in.

Everything was clean. The weights were racked properly. The benches wiped down. No plates left scattered on the floor.

As they walked deeper into the gym, weaving between the machines, Liam’s eyes kept moving.

Near the cable machine to his left, a woman was doing triceps pushdowns.

She was wearing a white sports bra that contrasted sharply against her tan skin, and teal leggings that sat low on her hips.

She pushed down, her chest moving slightly with the motion, her arms flexing. Above her head: [48/100].

A few steps further, near the free weights, another woman was doing dumbbell rows, one knee and one hand braced on a bench.

Her back was arched slightly, her ass pushed out, the navy blue leggings she wore doing absolutely nothing to hide the shape of it.

Her black sports bra was simple, functional, but the way it fit across her back showed every line of muscle. Above her head: [61/100].

Just past her, a woman was doing lunges with dumbbells in each hand. She dropped into a lunge, her ass shifting back, the movement slow and deliberate, her form perfect.

She was wearing grey yoga pants and a white cropped tank top that stopped just below her ribs, showing her toned stomach. Her ponytail swung side to side with the motion. Above her head: [55/100].

’I’m starting to like this place.’

As they kept walking, people started noticing Kelvin.

A guy near the bench press raised his hand in a wave, his other hand still gripping the bar above him. "Kelvin, What’s up, man."

"What’s up," Kelvin said, nodding back without breaking stride.

They passed a woman on a rowing machine who looked up mid-pull and smiled, her breathing steady despite the effort. "Hey, Kelvin."

"Hey," he said, flashing a grin.

Another guy doing bicep curls with dumbbells nodded as they passed, his arms flexing with the weight. "Kelvin."

"Yo."

They moved further toward the back, passing more equipment, more people.

Near a different machine, a woman was doing cable flies. Every time she pulled the handles together, her chest pressed forward, her arms coming together in front of her, the fabric of her blue sports bra stretching tight across her ribs.

Her breathing was controlled, her form precise. Above her head: [42/100].

Closer to the back wall now, Liam could see the cardio section clearly. A long row of treadmills, ellipticals, and stationary bikes.

One woman was on a treadmill, running at a steady pace, her feet hitting the belt in a consistent rhythm. Her ponytail swung side to side with each step.

She was wearing a black sports bra and purple leggings that sat low on her hips, the waistband cutting just below her navel.

Her stomach was flat and toned, visible with every stride. Above her head: [50/100].

At another machine, a woman on the leg press caught his eye.

She pushed the platform up with controlled power, her thighs flexing visibly.

Her sports bra was red, tight across her chest, and her black leggings clung to every curve of her hips and legs. Sweat ran down the side of her neck. Above her head: [70/100].

’Seventy. Damn. Highest one here.’

His eyes stayed on her a beat longer than the others before he pulled them away.

Near the mats at the very back, another woman was loading plates onto a barbell at the squat rack. She bent at the waist to pick one up, her ass pushing back, the grey leggings she wore doing absolutely nothing to hide the shape of it. .

The fabric was thin, almost sheer in the light, and when she straightened up and slid the plate onto the bar, the muscles in her thighs flexed visibly. Above her head: [66/100].

Liam glanced at Kelvin. "You’re famous here."

Kelvin smiled, that same easy grin he’d been wearing since they left the apartment. "Of course I am."

They kept walking, heading toward the back corner where the mats and open floor space were.

Sitting on one of the benches near the mats was a guy in his mid-twenties.

Broad-shouldered, built like someone who’d spent years in this place.

His shirt was a faded grey tank top, the kind with the armholes cut wide enough to show his ribs and part of his chest. His arms were thick, veins visible along his forearms, his hands resting on his knees.

On his right shoulder, running down to his bicep, was a tattoo. A black dragon coiled around his arm, the detail sharp and clean against his skin.

He looked up as they approached and grinned immediately. "Kelvin. Finally."

"Steve," Kelvin said, walking over and dapping him up, their hands meeting with a solid clap. "This is Liam. Liam, this is Steve."

Steve extended his hand and Liam shook it. The grip was firm, no performance in it. Just confidence.

"So this is the best friend you’ve been talking about?" Steve asked, looking Liam over once.

"That’s him," Kelvin said.

Steve grinned wider. "You finally made him come here."

"Yeah." Kelvin glanced at Liam. "He needed this."

"Nice to finally put a face to the name," Steve said, still grinning at Liam.

"Likewise," Liam said.

Steve turned back to Kelvin. "So how do you want to do it?"

"Why not go with the easy ones for my bro?" Kelvin said.

"Alright." Steve bobbed his head, grinning. "Easy ones it is."

Both of them grinned at each other, and Liam got the distinct feeling that these two had been planning something stupid — and that he had no choice but to play a role in it.

’They’re definitely up to something.’

Before anyone could say anything else, a voice cut through the ambient noise of the gym.

"Kelvin!"

All three of them turned.