Kelly, Kelly, with the big fat belly

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The rhyme haunted her through grade school, high school, and college. Eventually puberty had kicked in and the chub turned to curves, but the belly remained and she always dressed bigger than she was. Kelly avoided mirrors and hated dressing rooms.

College was finally over and the real world began. Kelly still felt like that fat little girl even though she had worked her way to a size 12, and her belly was just a belly. Her desire to work out was fading as she didn't like the attention that tighter clothing got. Too many guys were now slapping her ass or commenting on her tits and not just at the bars either.

Kelly went back to swathing her body in clothes and gained ten pounds from eating comfort food. She finally decided she was happy being fat and was ready to cancel her gym membership.

Then she heard about how one of the personal trainers was very good at motivating women to reshape their bodies. The rumors went on to say that he motivated with a whole lot more than words. Kelly thought it funny at first but then she began dreaming of a hot athletic young man asking her to do more and pleasuring her as a reward.

It was two weeks later when she got up the nerve to book an appointment. His services were part of the membership, and tipping was considered good form.

She booked a special evening appointment and felt nervous about it. She had almost talked herself out of it when the door opened.

(so several options, it is the regular guy and he is as good as everyone says, or he is trainer and the sex part is completely a rumor, or he's a new trainer and is surprised when she gives him opportunity for more than just exercise)

 

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Darren Star

At twenty eight, I had already managed to build my reputation to such a level that I didn't need this job. The gym had been a good place to start with my exercise/therapy sessions. To be honest though, I had a waiting list of clients and the obligation for me to take on one of the gym's members each month was becoming a chore.

I'd pretty much decided that this would be the last one, I'd be handing in my notice tomorrow and in a month I'd be free. Private consultation, that's where the real money was. If this Kelly was keen, I'd help her out for free, but otherwise I could pass her onto one of the other trainers when I left.

The first rule of my sessions was total obedience. Not that I asked the women to do anything too risque, just my method's did tend to raise a few eyebrows. I could tell within two hours if the woman was suitable for my program, if not then goodbye baby!

I checked out my reflection in the mirror on my consulting room door. I found that a mirror on the entrance motivated the women and the mirror on the other side gave them the confidence to come back.

I ran a hand through my jet black hair and gazed into my deep brown eyes. Winking at myself I pushed open the door and eased my six foot frame through it.

The woman looked up at me nervously and stood from the chair she had been sitting in. I flashed my set of pearly whites at her and watched her reaction keenly.

"Hi, Darren....Darren Star's the name, I understand you want me to help you out?"

The woman gazed at me for a few seconds before smiling back at me nervously and gripping my oustretched hand. She wasn't half bad looking, pretty face, nice breasts, plenty to work with. Okay she was a little chubby, but only needed to lose a few pounds. I wondered what part of her body she was hung up on.

Her clothes were a little unflattering but thay would not be a problem in my classes. I guessed that there would be an ill fitting leotard underneath her clothes. Women always seemed to be dressed in advance, so they didn't have to change in front of me I supposed.

Tough shit...Rule No2. All sessions were too be conducted nude, myself included. To gain confidence in your body, clothes could not be allowed to get in the way. Spending the session naked released all hidden demons, demons which could be dealt with quickly and easily if the woman had the right attitude.

"I don't know what you've heard about my classes Kelly, some of it may be true, some of it almost certainly won't be. I promise if you want it enough, I'll change your life...if you want it Kelly!! Now if you want to strip off I'll just lock the door so we aren't disturbed."

 

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Kelly

She was shocked into obedience, she was shy about her body, but in truth there wasn't much to complain about, she turned away from him as she pulled the loose fitting shirt off, slipped out of her sweat pants. She pulled off her socks, and her hands went behind her to unclasp her bra, she was nervous, few men had seen her naked, and none in this kind of lighting. Her generous breasts spilled out the aerolas looking like red wine stains on her pale creamy breasts. She slowly slipped her simple white cotton panties off and was glad she wasn't having her period. She wasn't sure what to cover and crossed her arms under her breasts cupping them in her hands.

She slowly turned around waiting for that appraising stare, the lewd glance, or the laughter that she expected, she stared at her purple toe nails and whispered, "I guess I'm ready then."

 

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Darren

I watched her stripping off through the mirror on the door, self conscious as all my clients were at first. Once the initial awkwardness of the situation passed I knew that any insecurities should melt away.

"I guess I'm ready then."

Her voice was full of trepidation and I could sense she would have gladly curled up in a corner if I'd let her. I turned around and quickly looked her up and down, a little unsure why she had come to me.

There really was nothing fundamentally wrong with her body, nothing that a few hours on an exercise bike couldn't cure. She was cupping her breasts in her arms but not actually covering them at all. Her nipples were in plain view and appeared to be erect, I put that down to the early evening chill in the room.

I crossed to the heater and turned it up slightly, soon the room would be lovely and warm. Taking a second look at her I realised that her crossed arms were actually positioned to cover her stomach and I wondered if she had the stretch marks of a new mother.

"Sit down, Kelly." I said pointing her towards the leather chair in which she had originally sat.

I Slipped off my tracksuit to reveal my naked body, no underwear as I knew it was not necessary tonight. I slipped off my running shoes and tossed them onto the pile of discarded garments in the corner. I crossed the room, my cock, limp but still impressive, swinging from side to side as I approached her.

I pulled up a second leather armchair and sat facing her, legs apart, unashamed. These first few moments were critical and I knew that if the excuses didn't start soon then I might have a chance of helping her.

"So Kelly, as you can probably see my methods are a little unconventional. I have certain rules that I will expect you to follow but be assured I will not ask you to do anything I wouldn't do myself. You will be naked for our sessions but so will I. You also need to trust me fully and do anything I say, it is all for your own benefit after all!"

I watched for any form of reluctance in her but saw only the natural nervousness that she would be likely to show with any new trainer.

"I do have to warn you that some of my methods involve exercises and activites of a sexual nature. If you feel you will not be able to participate in these then you should say now and I will arrange for another trainer to be assigned to you."

She looked back at me unblinking and I took that as a cue to continue.

"Each session will have different rules and we will discuss them each time. The two rules I have outlined though are constant for the whole of our time together."

"Now, why don't you tell me what you want from me, what do you want me to achieve for you? You have a wonderful body that many women would die for, what is it that made you ask for me?"

 

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Kelly

She almost began crying when he called her beautiful, in truth she did like most of her body, strong legs, and while her breasts were larger than she might have wished, well other than surgery there was nothing for that, and Kelly would never consider letting someone cut into her just for looks. She hated the part from below her breasts to her hips. She never looked at it anymore but being called, fleshy, or soft, by lovers just had added to her self loathing.

No amount of sit ups, or exercise had completely worked, her jeans were always too tight or if she went up a size too loose, and when she had loose jeans she ate. That was probably more the problem than anything was she loved to eat, and when stressed she turned to Ben & Jerry, rather than something else.

She had always been a broad shouldered, large framed farm girl, and when comparing herself to cheerleaders and her other friends she always came up heavy.

"I know I don't need much work on my legs, and I started out toning up my arms, but nothing, Nothing, ever works on my midsection. She shifted her hands so they were not crossed and lifted her breast slightly so he could finally see her fatness.

"I've struggled with it all my life, and I figured I might as well try something unorthodox before giving up entirely."

 

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Darren

I was a little surprised when she spoke as I heard a strength in her voice, a surety which did not come across in her body language. I found myself listening intently and realising that this woman would rise to my challenges.

"I know I don't need much work on my legs, and I started out toning up my arms, but nothing, Nothing, ever works on my midsection. I've struggled with it all my life, and I figured I might as well try something unorthodox before giving up entirely."

I was pleased that Kelly would be such a good subject, maybe she would be a star pupil. Her waistline was really not as bad as she thought and I knew part of the problem would be to make her realise that she did look good already.

"Please don't give up, give me three months Kelly and I'll give you the stomach and confidence to change your life. You know your strengths, your legs are great, your boobs are every mans fantasy and when I'm done your little tummy will be flat and sexy as hell."

She looked back at me doubtfully but I knew she would trust me, even if things got worse before they improved.

"Okay Kelly, today I need to know how your fitness levels are. We'll have a little jog on the running machine and a bit of weights work. Nothing too strenuous, pretty normal stuff, call it a get to know you session. Once I've seen what standard you're at I can get to work on your individual programme."

She nodded her head at me, a little relieved to be eased in so gently, I thought.

"Okay, first a little stretching before we exercise, very important that you stretch before exercise. I wouldn't want you injuring yourself before I really put you through your paces."

I smiled and began to guide her through her first ever naked fitness session....

 

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Kelly

She almost said thanks but bit her tongue, he was just doing his job and nothing else. She went through the routine, her flexibility only hindered by the fat on her belly. She was able to lift more weight than most women her size, and she knew a good portion of the scales weight was in her breasts and that she would never weigh the 120 lbs recommended for someone her height. She took the treadmill slowly, more because of her breasts swinging free, and slightly due to her predisposition to asthma.

It rarely acted up unless she was running, which she definetly was not doing today. She did however hate aerobics classes, mostly because the teacher and students were always so frickin tiny. She had taken up yoga and was pleased with the discipline and that the aches and pains in her lower back had all but disappeared.

In fact she preferred exercising alone and her main reason for the gym membership was that her work paid for half in order to encourage employees to be healthy, and the swimming pool. She could swim all day if she had the opportunity, but she avoided certain times as to not be seen by too many people in her swimsuit.

She found it odd that he was to be naked, but it did put her a little at ease. She found that she was much more relaxed about being naked in front of him by the end. He was a professional after all and anything he did or said was in that capacity and nothing more. He was not seeing her as a sex object, just as another client. She wasn't sure if this bothered her or not, it was odd most times she didn't want to be seen as a sex object but right now looking at him it was hard to keep her mind from seeing him as a sexual person.

 

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Darren

The session went well and I was impressed at her overall fitness, feeling almost guilty that I was to be paid to look after her. I really couldn't understand her problem and decided that her unhappiness must be deep rooted. Physically, apart from the small amount of excess weight around her waist, she was very well proportioned.

I noticed she didn't run flat out on the treadmill but she explained about her asthma and I made a note. Watching her run caused my cock to twitch slightly and I quickly moved to stand behind her, composing myself. She was a fine sight in motion, her breasts swaying from side to side.

By the time our two hour session was complete I had formulated a few ideas. After guiding her through the warming down exercises I told her to sit back in the armchair. I came and sat opposite her again, fixing my eyes on her face so as not to make her uncomfortable about her body.

"That was great Kelly! You're really fit and to be honest with you, you really should have very little to worry about. The extra weight you think you are carrying will go quickly, but I think we also need to address the anxiety you feel about your body."

Her face was flushed and I hoped this was from exhilaration rather than embarassment. Her chest heaved slightly from the routine we had just performed and I tried to avoid looking at her breasts.

"Next time, we'll begin for real. I believe in rewarding my students for a job well done. I wonder Kelly, what you what regard as a reward? In the past, some of my clients have opted for a night out, or a weekend break at a health spa. Some have requested rewards of a more personal nature...."

She eyed me keenly, silent, waiting for me to continue.

"...I will do anything for my clients. It's only fair, I ask for total obedience so I offer anything in return for success. If that means that I have to put my own body on the line I will do. I will not refuse you anything. You may want to think how I can reward you and let me know next time."

If she was shocked at what I was saying she hid it well and she rose from her seat. I stood too and began to dress, finally waiting by the door for her. As she approached me I thought she was going to ask me something but instead just thanked me and said she'd see me next time.

I moved forward to kiss her cheek but somehow ended up planting a kiss on her lips. This time she did blush and scurried out of the door. I found myself eagerly looking forward to our next session, that sometimes happened with a new client but there was something more with Kelly.

 

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Kelly

She thought about what she could possible want from him, it haunted her waking thoughts. She found her posture improved and while she ignored the stares and whispered questions. For some reason she was thinking about a costume halloween party she had gone to in college.

Kelly and one of her gal pals had gone dressed in peasant garb and corsets. She had been shy as the garment had revealed more skin than she ever showed as well as showing off her curves by shrinking her waist. She recalled how one girl had straight up asked if they were real. She remembered that once she'd gotten into dancing she'd forgotten about the stares.

Which led her back to what she wanted from her trainer? Her first thoughts were rather simple, a back rub, some alone time in the hot tub, maybe a night out dancing? She didn't want him to pay for her treat, though he probably had a lot of connections and just pulled strings for such favours.

As for the comment, "I will refuse you nothing," made her think about the rumors and while she had no doubt how far he'd go, she wondered whether she wanted to go there especially if he considered it just part of the job.

Kelly dressed casually, as she didn't need to worry about clothing to exercise in, she did wear her one athletic bra. She had ordered it on a whim, after all Nike didn't make sports bras in her size, and even Victoria's Secret didn't carry her size. It was a moment when she had wanted a bra that was not white, or cream. She had after lengthy searching bought a black bra off the net, for almost $50, and had later found one for less and bought it. This particular bra had cotton cups, and overlap design and was a pretty turquoise color. It was the only colored bra she had.

She pulled on a long sleeved shirt, jeans, and was ready to go. She was still nervous when faced by the door and before she could knock it opened.

 

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Darren

Kelly had crossed my mind a few times over the few days which had passed since our first session. She intriegued me, her whole attitude shrieked of nervousness and vulnerability. Yet when confronted and asked to explain what was wrong she seemed to find the strength to explain exactly how she felt.

I had detected a small increase in her confidence after our initial meeting and could only put that down to the simpled compliments I had given. I wondered if her problems were purely down to picking the wrong men, men who didn't give her the positive comments she needed.

I knew deep down that it probably wasn't that simple but I at least had something to start on. I had prepared a mixture of exercise and emotional therapy for our session today and wondered if she would show further improvement so quickly.

The last time we had met I made sure I saw which car she jumped into in the car park. I did this so I could watch for her arrival and barring a change to her routine always be ready for her when she arrived.

I heard the bell of the elevator give is gentle 'ding' and let the door close softly. Giving her a few seconds to reach the door I opened it wide and greeted her with a smile.

"Hey there Kelly, hope you're ready for a good work out today, everything's ready for you."

I was a little disappointed to see that her shoulders had slumped a little. She was definately feeling nervous again and so I attempted to put her at her ease quickly.

"How's my favorite pupil then? You make me look good, 'look at her', my colleagues are saying, you must be a miracle worker!"

She smiled and I could see she was a little surprised to see me already naked. I stood aside so that she could enter the room and laughed gently at her stunned silence. She eventually crossed to the corner of the room and undressed as I locked the door.

Her shock had been caused by the transformation of my private gym. All my aparatus had been moved to the walls and the centre of the room was dominated by a boxing ring. A stool sat in opposite corners and boxing gloves hung around the ring posts.

 

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Kelly

"Boxing?" she asked as she turned to face away from him as she hung up her coat and things. She pulled off her shirt, kicked off her shoes, and slipped out of her jeans. She removed her socks and paused before sliding out her her simple white cotton panties. She was only mildly surprised to see a damp spot and quickly hide them under her jeans.

"I don't suppose I can convince you that I really ought to wear a bra?" for a moment she wondered if part of his motivation was being able to see insecure women at their most vulnerable. She took a deep breath. He undoubtedly had a ton of clients that he did this all the time.

She turned back to him and smiled, it was not fair that he had a body that made her mind instantly turn to thoughts of sex. She had done some bag work, but usually to work out anger or frustration and start her blood pumping.

She blushed a little as she thought about what she had done after their last session. It was probably the best thing about working out, was the adreline rush, that once she got home or sometimes if she found a shower stall to be alone in her body would be responsive. Most times she had difficulty getting her mind and body on the same page when it came to masterbation.

After their last session though it had been simple, and intense. She could tell she was blushing and she noticed those appraising eyes and calmed herself. He probably had a beautiful athletic girlfriend to sate all his sexual desires. Heck she was lucky if she found someone she was both mentally and physically attracted to.

 

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Darren

She appeared to have recovered from her surprise as she turned back to face me. I also noticed that in the privacy of my room the confidence in her was returning. I hopped into the ring thankful that she hadn't reverted to her old self.

"I don't suppose I can convince you that I really ought to wear a bra?"

The question was asked without any real conviction and I shook my head with a smile.

"No, I don't think that will be necessary, we should stick to the rules."

I watched as she accepted this without any fuss and crossed to the ring. I held out my hand to hers and hauled her up through the ropes. She stood naked before me and I felt my cock twitch for a second time.

Her naked form turned me on and I knew I would have to keep myself in check for at least the length of our session. I handed her a pair of gloves and helped her strap them onto her slender hands.

"Have you ever done any boxing Kelly?"

She responded positively and I was grateful that at least she knew the basics.

"Okay first we're going to warm up so lets just do some moving. hopping from foot to foot and throwing a few punches into the air."

I laced up my own gloves and watched as she danced around the ring, jabbing her arms out in short punches. My eyes flickered to her breasts, bouncing seductively and I had to avert my gaze quickly to ensure I didn't get turned on further. I bent down and picked up my punch pad, fastening it to my right arm.

"Right Kelly, a good looking girl like you must have had a boyfriend or two. What I want you to do is to focus on any negative points of your relationships and throw some punches at me."

She looked at me doubtfully but nevertheless began to hop around me, throwing a few light punches into the pad.

"Think hard Kelly, think about the worst moments of your time together, maybe the break up, maybe rows you had."

Her punches began to hit with a bit more weight and I could see perspiration begin to form on her brow.

"That's good Kelly, now think of any comments your ex boyfriends might have made about you, things that really upset you at the time. Things that maybe still upset you now!!"

Her punches became much harder, I could even feel them through the pad.

"Good, that's brilliant, you're doing really well. Now forget your ex boyfriends, just focus on the words, the insults, the criticism. Do you deserve that, you're a sexy young woman!! They must make you feel annoyed, angry, FURIOUS!! Punch out all the negative feelings you have!!

She was really laying into the pad now, her blows stinging my chest even through the padding. I could see tears in her eyes and was extremely pleased at the reaction I was getting.

It was my own fault, my eyes drifted to her breasts again, watching the sweat on them glisten. I was so preoccupied with her gorgeous body in front of me that I let my arm drop for a second.

The punch clipped the top of the pad and landed flush on my chin.
The force of the blow knocked me clean onto the floor and I lay dazed at her feet. I could feel my chin, sore as hell, but all I could do was look up at her from the floor, stunned!!

 

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Kelly

She hadn't really thought he would allow it, but figured it was worth a try. She climbed into ring, bouncing on her feet a little growing used to the feel of the floor. She looked at her feet as to not stare down at his body while he strapped the gloves on. She almost laughed when he called her good looking.

She thought about an early boyfriend who had been well hung and a good body. She had hidden from him with darkness and sheets, and finally broke it off because he had no confidence in his own body. She almost found it humorous now, then she recalled a later boyfriend who had closed his eyes most of time, that had ended because she always felt 'dirty' or 'used' after sex. Then there was Duncan, sweet tender, Duncan who had been hot and heavy until he touched her belly. He had hesitated, just long enough to that she knew he hadn't thought she was fat under her clothes. She jabbed harder and harder not even seeing Darren anymore.

The suddenly she made contact and he went down. She took a deep breath, "I'm so sorry, are you all right?" She leaned over him offering him a gloved fist completely unaware of how she looked, and how the physical activity had gotten her blood pumping. A slight sheen of sweat rested upon her skin, and she bit her lip concerned.

Her breasts hanging freely, swaying slightly, the air caressing the soft skin as she noticed a sort of odd look in his eyes. She smiled apologetically as he took her glove and she helped haul him up, "I guess I don't know my own strength." She thought back to a time when she had taken her frustrations out by massaging her boyfriends back. She recalled the amazing sex that had followed and blushed slightly as Darren's body and face had slipped into the memory.

"Shall we take a break? I could use something to drink."

 

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Darren

She held out a glove in offer of an apology, looking shocked the her punch had floored me. Her body shined in the lights, a ruddy glow which suited her. Her breasts dangled down towards me and I had enough of my senses to realise that she had totally forgotten her need to wear the bra.

"I'm so sorry, are you all right?"

I took her glove and let her help me from the floor, rubbing my chin as I stood. I was extremely impressed, she sure packed a great punch and I wondered how any man could dare upset her.

"Shall we take a break? I could use something to drink."

I nodded in agreement and hopped from the ring, helping her down after me. I guided her to the two chairs, now sat facing each other by the wall. I opened my bag and offered her a glucose energy drink which she accepted.

"Please don't apologise Kelly, you did great, that was just what I wanted.....expect the knockout blow!!"

I grinned at her and rubbed my sore chin again.

"It was great to see you get rid of your frustrations, how do you feel?"

She had a glow which told me all I needed to know, I knew I had gotten through to her a little. The fact that she had floored me, although painful, could only build her self esteem further.

"Really, I can tell you got a lot from that, you really let rip then. What's more that half an hour session will have burnt off a mass of calories and helped tone muscles all over you body. I can see that when we finish today I'm going to owe you your first reward. Did you give it any thought?"

 

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Kelly

Her body was hot and she casually draped one leg over the shoulder of the chair, it reminded her of a casual affair she'd had, lots of sex and nothing else. She had dropped about five pounds a week. When she realized that he was good for nothing else but sex it had finally fizzled. It had been fun while it lasted though, "I feel released, free from all those taunting remarks, the 'have you lost weight?' or better yet, 'that dessert will go straight to your hips.' " I take a slow drink and then stretch feeling my muscles, feeling my breasts rise, and I smile. She had thought a lot about the reward, dreamed about, fantasized about, yet at the same time it was as if she had too many choices. She was still trying to decide what one was the most feasible. She focused on the simplest favors, a really good massage, some time in the hot tub, or going out dancing. She could certainly use any of them and she tipped her head back, closed her eyes and thought about each one.

Kelly never realized how alone she was until right now, that she had pushed away people before they could get close because of the fear of a the reaction to her body, which was usually confirmed when they got close. With Darren it was different, he already knew how she looked naked, and she found a slight thrill in the compliments he had given her.

"Right now all I want is a hot shower, and afterwards a nice glass of wine. I probably shouldn't have the wine though," she mused moving her neck from side to side feeling it pop and crack. She lifted her head and opened her eyes looking into his, "I know it probably sounds lame, but I'd like to get my hair done. I'm a low maintenance kind of person and I rarely mess with my hair, but I feel really good, and I want my hair to look really good." She twirled the end of her reddish brown ponytail around her finger. "It's been years since I've had a proffessional cut."

 

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Darren

I watched her as she replied, lolled in the armchair as if she didn't have a care in the world. Her body totally open to me, legs wide apart, her breasts rising up and down as she caught her breath. I marvelled at how at ease she felt with me and thrilled at the progress we had made.

"Right now all I want is a hot shower, and afterwards a nice glass of wine. I probably shouldn't have the wine though,"

I found myself a little disappointed that she would choose such a simple reward. I had been hoping that she might want me to do something a little more personal for her. I had even had the thought of taking her to bed, just for a second, an idea flashing through my mind.

"I know it probably sounds lame, but I'd like to get my hair done. I'm a low maintenance kind of person and I rarely mess with my hair, but I feel really good, and I want my hair to look really good. It's been years since I've had a proffessional cut."

Maybe she hadn't understood what I had meant, maybe she misunderstood me when I said anything. I wondered whether she had understood but was too shy to ask for what she really wanted. I had promised her anything though and she had made her request.

"I don't think one glass of wine will undo our good work Kelly. We'll just do a few more exercises and then you should take that long hot shower."

I hoped the disappointment didn't show in my voice. How had this woman got to me so much, previously I had been asked for the most intimate things yet still managed to remain detached. Now here I was fantasizing about sex with Kelly. I realised to my horror that my cock had become semi-hard and jumped up quickly to make a pretence of getting something from my bag.

"If you just want to jump on the treadmill for a quarter of an hour and then I'll warm down with you."

In the mirror on the door I saw her cross the room and begin to run on the machine. Giving myself a stern talking to I managed to compose myself and complete the session without any further indiscretion. Sending Kelly off to the shower I sat down and berated myself for my lack of professionalism.

After a quick shower of my own and I dressed and met her in the gym's bar. She looked radiant despite being dressed down in a shirt and jeans. I had her glass of wine waiting for her and thanked her for her hard work.

"You're doing great Kelly, a perfect pupil, if only all my client's were as eager and responsive as you are. I made a phone call while you were showering, to another of my clients, she own a hair salon."

I handed Wendy's card over.

"Give her a call for an appointment and she'll do whatever you like. You deserve it, don't worry about the cost because it's all on me. You'll like Wendy, maybe you can compare notes about me too."

I laughed as I said it but rather hoped that they did talk. Wendy had been a client for a while and to be honest I could do no more for her. Her body was sensational and I think she only continued with our sessions so she could fuck me. That was her reward and it was never a chore to let her have this simple pleasure.

Maybe if Kelly was to find out what Wendy received she would too find the courage to ask for my special rewards. I sorely hoped so as I was finding it more and more difficult to keep my cock under control whe Kelly was around.

 

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Kelly

She had almost asked if he could join her in the shower, but held back. It seemed odd to ask for something more intimate, and she wondered about how it was possible to maintain a proffessional relationship while engaging in. Her thoughts trailed off, she had enjoyed the shower, perhaps more than she should have. She was a little surprised he was waiting for her in the gym's bar with a glass of wine.

It was odd to be around him fully clothed and it seemed as if clothing just made her more aware of his body and that he was very attractive. She had been able to keep her mind on working out for the most part and she sipped the drink slowly as he handed her the card.

She felt a twinge of envy at the mention of her having been a client. This woman could answer all of her questions and at the same time she wasn't sure she wanted to know. She drank the wine, thanked him politely and left before she made a fool out of herself.

Kelly sat in her car for a while, in the gym she was able to let her guard down and let it all hang out. In the bar she'd been aware of the looks, more than one saying "what does he see in her?" She took the scenic route trying to collect her thoughts and once again wondered why she had really decided to use his services.

Had she really been so desperate to throw herself at him, knowing he would give her whatever she desired. Undoubtedly in the same proffessional manner he did everything else. She was torn, she was not like the other women at the gym. Who flaunted their bodies craving attention, she preferred being recognized for what was not easily observed.

She held onto the card and the day before her next session she called. Wendy was polite and told her how lucky she was to be training with Darren. Kelly was a little surprised at how Wendy insisted on fitting her in as soon as possible.

Kelly had felt like dressing up today and was wearing a mroe form fitting black shirt, and a red skirt patterned with snake skin. However once she met Wendy she felt completely inferior.

Wendy had a body that Kelly would never have, Kelly put on a brave smile and listened as Wendy prattled on about how great her hair was and spoke openly about the pleasures she had enjoyed under Darren's training. Wendy even went so far to say that she had continued long after her goals were met just for the rewards.

"So why did you end it?" she finally got the courage to ask. Of course Wendy had asked for sex, not like she couldn't have gotten it from anyone she wanted. Kelly wasn't sure exactly why Wendy rubbed her the wrong way, was it because she was the sexy slut who took what she wanted regardless of the consequences? or was it because she had fucked Darren?

"I finally realized I was just another client, but he was definetly worth it."

It was just as Kelly thought, perhaps even feared, maybe he wanted it, but then he was just trying to push her to ask for something he wanted. No wonder he asked for naked sessions so he could size up the potential of his clients. She was just another work related challenge.

Kelly only half looked at her hair and insisted on tipping Wendy, despite her protests. She had been going to drive home, but she found herself at one of her favorite nightclubs. She wasn't sure what she wanted, a good drink, a good time, or what. She got out of her car and locked it.

Once inside her nervousness faded, the pulse of the music calling her to the dance floor. Several of her friends were there and commented on her new look. She accepted the compliments easily as they were intended with good spirits, and not as a way to get into her pants. She danced and at end of night had a few offers to drive her home. She had nothing to drink beyond some Diet Soda.

Kelly thought again about Darren, she was seeing results but knew she lacked motivation to have to work so hard to maintain results. She recalled her lover, and the intensity of the relationship. It had burned out just as easily and it reminded her of now. Had she been wanting to find that kind of passion again? She missed the sex but she did not miss him.

Kelly's sleep was troubled and she woke up feeling tired. She almost called in sick to work, she didn't feel up to a hundred comments on her hair. She wasn't the type to call in sick when she wasn't and after a quick breakfast, she got dressed and was ready to go.

Work was as expected, a lot of people commenting on her new look, and more questions about whether there was a new man in her life. She answered them with all politely, no she wasn't seeing anyone new, just she finally found time and motivation to make changes she'd wanted to complete, yes her time at the gym was well spent. No, she didn't want to be set up on any blind dates.

By the end of the day she wasn't sure she'd gotten any work done and wondered what was worse, hiding behind a layer of fat, or having everyone staring at her. It was a choice she was going to have to make.

She ate a light meal and headed to the gym. Kelly was hesitant about opening the door, but as usual he opened the door and she forced a smile and entered.

She turned away from him and stripped without being asked to, her entire body was tense and she turned to face him. She wasn't sure what to say, every question seemed just as bad as the next.

 

[MBS1969]

Darren

The next few days passed slowly, I couldn't shift Kelly from my mind. I found myself dreaming of her, sexual dreams, waking up in a pool of my own semen. As I put other client's through their routines I imagined they were Kelly, had to pretend they were Kelly when it came to giving out my sexual favours.

I was beginning to panic, this woman was seriously affecting my life, my work. Finally Wendy phoned to confirm she had seen Kelly, done her hair for her. I felt a little happier when I knew that they had talked, that Kelly had asked a lot of questions about me.

On the morning of Kelly's next session I showered with more attention than I usually did. I took time choosing my outfit, not knowing if she would even get to see me in it. I wore cologne, something I never did for work. It felt like I was getting ready for a date.

A date!!? I hadn't had a date in year's. My career didn't allow me time to date, not with the goals I had set for myself. Sure I had a sex life more prolific and varied that any man I knew. And sure I had my pick of any number of sexy and intelligent women. But I had single mindedly pursued my chosen path with nothing distracting me.....until now!!

My obsession with Kelly had the potential to destroy all of my hard work. I decided that I needed to get her out of my mind, maybe I should tell her that my method's weren't suitable for her. To pass her on to Brad or Dan or Graham, all capable trainers who could easily reduce her body weight and tone her up.

That would be the sensible think to do, to move on and make my money. Another ten years and would be able to think about retiring, before my fortieth birthday. But I had never failed a client before and this wasn't her fault. No this was my problem and I needed to deal with it, professionally!!

I watched her pull into the parking area and slide slowly from her car. The difference in her struck me straight away, her walk was stiff and the relaxed body language, which we had achived after our boxing, had gone. I could see the tension in her even from fifty yards away and wondered what had gone wrong.

I stripped off and waited to her the elevator arrive. I opened the door to greet her, shocked by the sight in front of me. Her smile was false, her shoulders had slumped and she passed me by with hardly a word of acknowledgement. I watched as she stripped off silently, scouring my mind to try to find the reason for her change.

The boxing ring had gone which was a shame as she certainly looked if she needed to blow off some aggresion. My whole plan for today's session had been on a different tangent. I had expected her to arrive eager to continue. I was seriously worried I had misjudged her!!

I decided to go with my plan regardless and smiled at her warmly.

"Kelly tonight we're going to do a mixture of high tempo aerobic exercise and emotion stengthening. You'll notice the area in the middle of the room is meant to relate to a dance floor. Tonight this room is a busy night club..., but not a normal night club! This is a nightclub where you can really respond to people how you would like to."

She looked around the room and looked at me confused.

"You will see scattered around the dance floor are various items. Tables, chairs, bottles and ashtrays. The lights will dim, I'll turn the temperature up and the music will begin. Fast dance music, you should dance however you want to, but keep up to the tempo if you can."

She nodded, reluctantly understanding how this could be of benefit to her physically.

"I will approach you repeatedly, sometimes pleasantly, sometimes rudely or aggressively. You decide how my approach makes you feel. If you want to tell me to fuck off, shout at me, swear at me. If you want to use an object to assault me, only using these objects though."

She looked as if she were about to protest but I hurriedly continued.

"These are all specially designed and can't really hurt me, foam or balsa wood tables and chairs. Glasses and ashtrays made from sugar glass, they'll shatter but not cut me."

"If on the other hand you feel happy with my approach, feel free to smile at me, compliment me, kiss me.....whatever you feel like. In essence do whatever you emotions tell you to. There's nothing more to it than that, so let's just begin."

I turned away from her and switched on the strobe lights and stereo. Loud pumping dance music filled the room and she began to dance obediently. I watched her from the darkness, admiring her naked form gyrating in the flashing lights. Mesmerised by her I snapped myself back to reality and approached her for the first time, staggering as if drunk.

"Allo darlin', how's about a bit of bump an' grind, cum 'ere."

 

[intriguess]

Kelly

She understood what he was asking, it seemed a perfectly natural request but after last night, she wasn't really in the mood. She closed her eyes slowly working up to feeling the beat of the music thrum in her veins. When he spoke her first instinct was to slap him, but instead she grabbed the nearest beer bottle and cracked it over his head, "Not even in your dreams," she taunted.

Kelly closed her eyes again, unsure of how she would react if his approach were more approachable. She knew that in the end, she was just another client. Perhaps that was the trouble, knowing that she could have anything she asked for, meant than other client could have the same. She wondered if all his other clients had gotten the same treatment as Wendy. It shouldn't bother her, his being with other clients, and she was even more troubled by the fact that it did. She ignored him, kicked his feet out from under him, and when he was slightly too grabby twisted his arm behind his back. She had no qualms about defending her body.

However Kelly was far more worried about the emotional aspect, he was too supportive, too nice, too sexy, and it all was pulling her apart. After tonight she'd end it, she wasn't sure she could take much more of his training without caving in.

Kelly was many things, and she was no longer the type to have flings. Darren would definetly be a fling.

 

[MBS1969]

Darren

The session was turning out to be an emotional disaster! On the face of it everything was running as planned. She was channeling her aggression and her reactions were very much as he had expected....to a point.

Some of my more reasonable approaches were being met with hostile reaction. In fact occasionally, the nicer and more complimentary I was, the worse her reaction. After taking a table to my head after complimenting her on her dancing I paused in the darkness watching her.

Was this how she really felt about all compliments? Was it just how she reacted toward men, or was it something I was bringing out in her? I scratched my head and worried about her, wondering if I should call a halt to the session right now.

I watched her dancing in the flashing light of the strobes, admiring her body. I realised with horror that my cock was fully erect, aching for her. I wondered if she had noticed, had this brought on her violent attitude to me.

I tried to focus on myself for a moment. Why was she getting under my skin so much. How was it that after hundreds of women, Kelly turned me on so much that I could not control myself. Why did seeing her bring out my most lustful reactions, why did I need to have her desparately.

I wondered if she would continue to see me on a social level, if I brought a halt to our business relationship. I couldn't take the risk, it would drive me out of my mind if I couldn't see her again. Was I falling in love with her, surely not, just falling in lust with her.

I could see her glancing around the room, wondering where I had gone. Her sexy body glistened with sweat and she appeared to be confused at my apparant disappearance. I couldn't go near her again though, with my cock standing erect, she would have serious doubts about my professional abilities if she saw that.

I sat in the armchair, my body, also sweat covered, sliding against the leather. I groaned softly to myself, putting my head in my hands, not knowing what my next move should be....

 

[intriguess]

Kelly

"Darren, come dance with me," she spoke, perhaps she should have warned him that she danced for fun, not to get laid. His compliments she shrugged off, perhaps because it seemed like it was only one guy who was continuing to try and get in her pants and it was a little exasperating. "I probably should have mentioned that I dance just to dance, and I find that compliments are just a guys way of getting his hands into my panties." She laughed slightly, as she wasn't wearing any panties. It was probably going to be her last session anyhow and she finally decided she wanted to feel him against her, even it didn't go any farther than a little bump and grind.

She danced and turned in a slow circle, scanning the darkness for him, the longer he was gone the more she felt slightly weirded out. "Come out, come out, wherever you are." She could feel his eyes on her and it felt strange, like he was doing more than just observing her progress. "Please join me, I've already demolished nearly all of the props. I promise not to bite," she stopped speaking, she had almost added unless he wanted her to bite him. She was on an adreline rush and she could feel the blood pumping through her body, feel the sweat that had formed, and suddenly felt a tingle run through her breasts the skin tender for a moment and realized that her nipples had hardened.

She was caught off guard, normally it took quite a bit of stimulation to get her nipples to look so suckable. "Darren," she whispered as the music stopped. She felt isolated and wished he'd turn on the lights.

(left it open, for a change in music, or whatever change your mind dreams up)