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Now his spotting partner was on the other side of me, stripping off his T-shirt and leering at me.
He was bench-pressing with four 20-kg plates on the bar, about 180 pounds, and he made it look easy. Then another guy, almost as big as him and with almost as many tatts, and also a shaved head, appeared to spot for him.
He was a big white guy with lots of tattoos and a shaved head, of what was probably dark hair, that also had something tattooed on it. Pain in the asses, I thought, but only twenty minutes to go and I am out of here.
I wasn't that into Rugby myself, but I knew that the Queensland and New South Wales state sides, best-of-three games were an institution in the states of both New South Wales and Queensland, and I was in Queensland. I still had to brush past him to get out, and I felt his hand pat my ass as I squeezed by, getting a lungful of his sweaty musky body odour. After a few minutes I had almost forgotten the guy, just noticing him coming out and moving onto the Smith machine for some incline work.
As I returned to the free weights area to start my bent-over rows, I saw him. ." I said, making it clear I wanted to get past him. Muscles bulged all over him as he pumped the loaded bar up and down.