Gregg looked around the otherwise empty smoothie shop. He had just been on his way home from the gym and noticed this place for the first time since in the months since he had started his walks to the gym. He was still dressed in his workout gear which consisted of trainers, ankle socks, black mesh shorts, and a red muscle tee. One year out of college left Gregg working downtown as a business consultant. He did well for himself, though his efforts at work didn't really merit the pay he recieved. In fact, his position and salary were almost totally based on the sexual favors he did for his boss. Gregg wouldn't consider himself a prostitute but if it guaranteed a good living he had no problem being the boy-toy for his 45 year old boss. Besides, she wasn't such a bad lay. She had a great body and her fat-ass husband basically ignored her. It was a game of mutual favors. In fact, after this smoothie break and a trip home for a shower and a change, he'd be out to pick up the boss woman from her condo for some dinner and an evening at his apartment.
Gregg unconsciously flexed his big guns and chest out of habit as he polished off his smoothie. Though the place seemed like it didn't do much business, his smoothie tasted great. He began wondering why he'd never stopped in the shop before. "Hey guy, give me another one of those!" Gregg ordered the guy behind the counter, his voice oozing with a sly masculinity. The guy smirked and complied, tossing a myriad of fruits, vegetables and powder from a line of jars into the blender. The guy looked about Gregg's age, maybe a little older. He wasn't a bad looking guy though Gregg for sure had him beat in just about every department.
Pouring the drink into a glass he handed it off to Gregg, making a comment about how big Gregg was. "Damn, you must work out a lot man!" Gregg accepted the drink and gave a slight grin. "Yeah, I get my time in at the gym. Just don't go getting all gay on me, ok?" Gregg added when he noticed the guy's gaze resting on his body just a little too long.
Gregg let out a small burp after he pounded down half of his smoothie. "This smoothie is great dude. What's in it?" he asked.
The guy smirked again, "Oh just some things, they are all listed on the menu. You can read that rhough if you'd like. I'm actually surprised that a guy like you ordered that drink, and two on top of that!" the guy turned after saying that and started wiping down the counter.
"Geez," Gregg thought, "I was just trying to get a little conversation going. What a dick!" With a heavy sigh, he pushed his meaty hand into the opening of the menu, opening it up to examine the details of what he ordered. "Let's see here, The Green Bastard, yeah....that's the one I ordered..."
Underneath the name of the drink was a short description that read: 'Take down one of these babies for a little bit of a reduction!' Gregg looked puzzled, "Reduction of what??? Hmmm, maybe it's a misprint or something, they probably left off the ending. Probably something like 'reduction of fat or carb intake'". The ingredients were listed below that with a lot of the standards in there like wheatgrass, banana, mango, peach, carrot, then there were a list of chemicals. Gregg tried reading them through but gave up after he was halfway through with the first word on the list. "Xylo- xylophen...fuck it, I have no idea what that shit is anyway!" Gregg polished off his smoothie, a little miffed that he had just thrown all sorts of chemicals into his usually all natural body building diet.
He got up and exited the smoothie shop, leaving the two empty glasses on the counter, looking forward to his night out and a little love making with the boss.