Ben had found it incredibly easy to adapt to the LA scene. The healthy lifestyle, sunshine and ‘me’ culture suited him down to the ground; with his enormous narcissism, he was willing to devote whatever it took to achieve the body beautiful. Now he sauntered through the crowds, turning heads in his casual gear of Hawaiian-print board shorts and a faded blue T-shirt that matched his eyes.

‘Hey, chubby,’ said Jennifer, as Ben walked into the gym, and he laughed easily. He loved the fact that she wouldn’t let him call her Jenny. Every woman he’d met his entire life had fallen over backwards (or forwards) for him. Jennifer, the first challenge he’d ever had, would be the ultimate conquest. Today she was looking sexy as hell in pale pink jersey hot pants and matching crop top, which showcased to perfection the long, long legs, washboard abs and – had he mentioned the perfect arse? Her shoulder-length dreadlocks were kept away from her face with a wide pale pink headband that set off her velvety milk-chocolate skin a treat. She positively glowed with youth and health.

Jennifer lifted Ben’s T-shirt and ran a leisurely hand over his flat stomach.

‘My oh my oh my, you boozy Brits. You’ve been drinking alcohol again, fat boy. Jeez, what did I tell you? You wanna six pack, you gotta eat clean.’ She smiled, her pearly white teeth gleaming through bee-stung lips.

‘I only had two Buds last night, and they’re not even proper beer.’ Ben was pissed off to find himself sounding defensive. ‘Can we just get on with it?’

Jennifer winked and said, ‘Sure. Changing rooms over there.’

There followed ninety minutes of the toughest workout Ben could ever remember. He was pouring with sweat – Jesus, this Bikram heat was unpleasant – and every muscle was pushed until it screamed for mercy. At last, Jennifer allowed him to lie down while she stretched him out. Lying on his back, he looked up into her black eyes as she pushed his right thigh against his chest, easing her hands into his long, firm muscles to deepen the stretch still further

‘Ohhh God Jenny – I mean, Jennifer – that feels amazing,’ he managed to gasp.

‘Well, that was quite a workout for a lazy-assed son-of-a-bitch like you. I think we might be getting somewhere at last. But you are just so, like, tense? Turn over. I’ll massage ya.’

Ben was relieved to do as he was told. He was starting to get a hard-on and didn’t relish being in such a vulnerable position. Jennifer might have been the sexiest woman he’d met in a long time, but he still called the shots.

Prone, though, his erection got bigger. The way she was kneading his shoulders, pummelling his back. Ben allowed himself to fall into an erotic trance in the intense artificial heat. By the time Jennifer reached his buttocks, her fingers kneading and probing his aching flesh, his cock was painfully stiff against the wooden gym floor. Thoroughly overexcited, he rolled over and grabbed Jennifer by her dreadlocks, forcing his tongue into her mouth, totally confident that she was just as up for it as he was.