As I delved deeper into my fantasy of Cory having his way with me, my phone beeped. I checked Cory’s message and wondered if I should take him up on his offer.
I didn’t reply because I wasn’t certain about my decision. The answer would present itself in the morning.
“You made it,” said Cory, smiling and holding out his arms.
He squeezed me as I pressed my head against his chest. He made me feel good by being proud of me for every step that I took towards reaching my fitness goals. Cory said that showing up was success in its own right. I agreed.
“You’re ready for a gruelling sesh?” he asked.
Just hearing that question made me dread the physical pain that I would endure, but I knew that it was for my own good.
“Let’s do it.”
He clapped his hands and said, “That’s the attitude I wanna see.”
I had sufficient energy to complete the first two exercises, but the third one drained me. I was ready to throw in the towel, but Cory reminded me of the progress that I had achieved in one day. He always knew exactly what to say.
After the fifth exercise, he gave me a break. I drank an entire bottle of water and thought about telling him to decrease the intensity of the exercises. I changed my mind because I knew that he would be disappointed and irked.
Sweat poured down my face and back during the jumping jacks. I thought about the comfort that my bed provided and wished that I could bask in that sanctuary.
I stopped in the middle of the set, bent over and held my knees as I panted.
“You all right?” asked Cory.
I panted for a few seconds and then straightened my back, wheezing out, “I’m exhausted.”
“Take a break, and we’ll do some lighter exercises.”
I wanted to go home. I didn’t care about losing weight or looking good. The only thing that mattered was escaping pain.
I sat on a bench and considered telling Cory that I wanted to end the personal training. Standing in front of me, with his hands on his hips, Cory smiled.
“What’s so amusing?” I asked.
He chuckled. “You. You look adorable, with the sweat and the panting. That’s what we’re here for, Jacqueline. Just look around you. How many members here are sweating and out of breath like you?”
I looked around and understood what Cory meant. I wasn’t only shedding weight; I trained harder than most of the members.
“If you continue at this pace, you’ll look better than any woman here,” he added.
I hated him. I hated him so much. He always had a way with words. But the reason that he was so convincing is that he spoke the truth.
With my head hanging and my eyes half closed, I slowly got off the bench.
Cory put his hands on my shoulders. “You’re doing great. You got this. Just a few more exercises, and you can go home to enjoy the rest of the day. One hour of pain to look good for the other twenty-three hours.”
I got into the plank position, my forearms pressing on the floor and my legs tightly together.
One minute into the exercise, I felt agony in my lower back, my shoulders, my abs and my legs. I wanted to release the position and end the pain, but Cory kept telling me not to give in to the pain.
I squeezed my eyes tightly shut and gritted my teeth as sweat dripped onto my towel. To alleviate the pain, I thought about strutting the beach in my bikini, men and women turning their heads. I wanted to materialise that dream. It would be one of the best days of my life.
I grunted as Cory kept pressuring me to hold the position. Every part of my body ached and begged me to scream profanities at him. He deserved it. I never should’ve met him. He’s the worst thing to happen to me.
“Time,” he said.
I released the position and thudded the floor. My right cheek pressed on the mat as I panted.
Crouching beside me, Cory rubbed my shoulder like I was a wounded animal.
“Water. Please, I need water.”
He walked away, and his return felt like it took twenty minutes.
I pushed myself off the floor and sat up. Cory handed me the water bottle, and I whispered, “Thanks.”
I didn’t have the energy to talk, much less train.
Cory watched me as I drank the water. I wondered if he was disappointed in me and held back from expressing it. I was more afraid of letting him down than myself.
“You okay?” he asked.
I gulped the water and nodded. “I’m sorry for not reaching your expectations.”
“You’re right. You didn’t reach my expectations. You exceeded them.” He smiled as his eyes glittered.
I smiled, and my shoulders lowered. Thank God. The last thing I needed was to be scolded. I felt relieved about impressing Cory. As much as I didn’t want to suffer physically and mentally, I wanted him to train me. He was the only person who could help me reach my goals. I didn’t have the mental strength to do it on my own.
As we walked towards the exit, Cory put his arm around me like a parent who had witnessed a child graduate. I felt that I had a long way to go to reach my goal, but I felt great about moving closer to it.
Beside my car, we squared up and smiled at each other. Having Cory’s approval made me forget about my aching body. I felt jubilant, and I would ride that wave as long as I had my trainer.
Cory hugged me and said that he’d text me that night to let me know the time for our session the following day.
Strangely, I couldn’t wait to hear from him. I looked forward to our session because it enabled me to spend time with a wonderful man while getting my body in shape. What more could a girl ask for? Well, maybe for that man to boink me, but all in due time.
At home, while eating a salad, my phone beeped. Cory’s message read, ‘Sorry, can’t do tomorrow. Had to reschedule clients, so I’m full. Speak soon.’
What? No. He can’t do this to me. I need his help. He’s the only one who can motivate me to stay on my fitness path.
I closed my eyes and blew out of a breath, my fork jabbed into the lettuce. I looked at it and wondered why I should eat healthy if I’m not going to train.
Wait a minute. Why does my weight loss completely depend on Cory? I started training before meeting him. He showed me the exercises to do, and I can push through the pain when I want to give up. Maybe this is the best option. I don’t have to pay him, and I’ll still achieve the same result.
My lips curled. The solution seemed viable.
The following morning, while packing my gym bag, I lacked the enthusiasm that I had when training with Cory. He knew how to motivate me and make me feel good about myself, and he highlighted my smallest accomplishments.
Forget about him, Jacqueline. Focus on training hard. If he doesn’t want to train you, motivate yourself. You can do this.
I looked in the mirror and saw a liar. She lied to herself more than anyone else. Oh, God, I hate you. You’re overweight, miserable and without a trainer. Just look at yourself. You disgust me.
I slapped myself, squeezing my eyes tightly shut. Ouch! I shouldn’t have hit myself that hard. Cory would never do such a thing to me. Even when upset with me, he expressed himself in a firm but encouraging manner.
I’m gonna miss him. He treated me better than I treat myself.
In the gym’s parking lot, I looked in the rear-view mirror and affirmed that I would push through the pain and complete my training.
I closed my eyes and inhaled several times, knowing that the training would be gruelling. Cutting myself slack was not an option. I needed to maintain the same intensity that Cory expected.
I walked past the cardio section and up the stairs to the weight section.
Just before I turned right, I caught a glimpse in the mirror and saw a big-breasted brunette on the bench, with Cory supporting her elbows as she lowered the dumbbells to her chest.
I frowned. What the hell is this? No, he can’t do this to me. Oh, my God. He cancelled my training session to fondle some bimbo. That bastard. He’s just like all the other men. They’re all sleazy.
No, Jacqueline. Don’t let him have power over you. He can’t dictate your mood.
I closed my eyes, and my shoulders raised as I inhaled a deep breath. They lowered as I exhaled. I repeated that three times and felt my anxiety settle. I couldn’t allow it to run amok. That would make me lose focus.
While doing jumping jacks, I couldn’t stop thinking about Cory with that skank. She probably pretended to be exhausted so that he would fetch bottled water. I didn’t even see a drop of sweat on her. She probably didn’t want to ruin her makeup. Urgh. What a skank.
I wanted to get another glimpse of them to see what they were doing, but I managed to suppress the urge.
Every time I thought about glancing at them, I told myself to keep training. Sweat poured down my face and damped my back. The fury I felt towards Cory motivated me to keep training. I wanted to look hot so that he would want me, and I would reject him. That would give me more satisfaction than reaching my ideal physique.
I grunted as I thought about him touching her. It irked me beyond belief. I couldn’t stop thinking about that.
While thinking about Cory being with the brunette bimbo, I realised that he had other female clients. He probably touched them, too. I wondered how many he slept with. What if it was more than fifty?
I stopped jumping in the spot and breathed deeply, trying to calm myself down. Just when I thought that everything was perfect, life threw me a curveball. Why can’t the good times last? They’re always short and followed by long periods of misery.
I sighed, feeling hopeless. Training alone made me realise the value of training with Cory. He wasn’t only my trainer; he was my friend. At least, that’s what I thought. He dumped me like yesterday’s garbage when a more attractive offer presented itself. Or should I say, a slut.
I got into the plank position and held it for two minutes, then motivated myself to hold it for longer. That’s what Cory would’ve expected.
At the three-minute mark, I gritted my teeth and squeezed my eyes shut tightly. Sweat tickled my face, and I wanted to wipe it off. Thinking about Cory with the brunette distracted me from the physical pain that I endured. He served a purpose even when not in my company.
As I got up, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around and saw Cory, smiling.
“Hey, you,” he said.
“Hey.”
“Training hard?”
“Yeah. Gotta remain disciplined.”
“Absolutely. Remember, it’s the momentum that creates the discipline.”
“I remember.”
“I actually wanted to apologise. I’m really sorry. I thought that we could have a session today, but a few of my long-time clients rescheduled, and I had to accommodate them. I hope you understand.”
“Sure, no problem,” I said, forcing a smile.
“Can I let you know about tomorrow?” he asked, his hand on my shoulder.
“Yes.”
“Great. Keep it up. You’re doing great.”
As he turned around, my fake smile vanished. I hated him for giving me hope, only to snatch it away because he prioritised skanks over good women like me. When is it going to be my turn to be with a man like him? I’m a good person.
At home, I thought about the interactions I had with Cory. He always smiled and made me feel good about the actions I took to lose weight. I loved his firm but fair stance. Whenever he felt I could do better, he reminded me of the results I could achieve if I tried harder. He never scolded me. Who wouldn’t want a man like him?
While sitting on the couch, my hand slid into my leggings, and I rubbed my pussy while thinking about Cory’s biceps. God, they looked perfect—the veins bulging, the muscles contracting as he bent his arms.
I pictured him grabbing my waist and pulling me towards him. Gazing into each other’s eyes, we were overwhelmed by the sexual tension squeezing in between us. Unable to restrain himself, Cory crashed his lips into mine and shoved his tongue into my mouth.
During the kissing, he reached for my groin and rubbed it over my leggings. My pussy instantly became wetter. I squeezed his chiselled chest and then slid my hands down to his rock-hard abs. His physique looked like and felt as hard as a sculpture.
Unable to contain my urge, I dropped to my knees and clutched his tracksuit trousers and tugged them down. His package bulged from his jocks.
He grabbed the back of my head and pressed my face against his package. That felt like his strongest muscle.
I yanked his jocks down, and his boner sprang out. I smiled while slowly stroking it, focusing mostly on the head. It looked delicious, and I couldn’t wait to shove it into my mouth. There was no need to rush. All in good time.
I looked up at him, and his vehement expression suggested that he was eager for me to taste it. I loved that I had the power to withhold the pleasure that he sought.
He adjusted his stance as I grazed his balls with my hand. I saw that it was a sensitive area, and I could control him by touching it.
He wiggled as I tickled his balls, making me smile. My hand reached for his ass. He spread his legs, and my hand gently brushed over his crack.
“Ooh, you know what daddy likes,” he said.
My cunning smile revealed my satisfaction in finding another sensitive area on his body. Although brawny, Cory’s body weakened by my touch.
On my knees, I shifted so that he stood behind me, and I slowly rose, my perky bum jutting out as I bent over and rubbed it against his crotch and then slowly straightened my back.
He put his arms over my stomach and kissed my shoulder as I looked at him over it. Cory ran his hands down my thighs while pecking my shoulder.
I tilted my head back, and Cory grabbed my throat with his left hand and nibbled on my ear. I smiled deviously, loving every time he tugged on it with his teeth. He pressed his boner against my ass, and I wished for him to stick it inside of me.
He tilted my face towards him with his right hand and dragged his lips along my cheek. I thought that was so kinky, turning me on even more.
Cory grabbed my shoulders and turned me to face him. He shoved his tongue into my mouth and grabbed my ass, lifting it up slightly. I leapt up, and he grabbed my legs as I wrapped them around him.
With my hands wrapped around his neck, I looked at his hazel green eyes. I wondered if there was an inch of him that wasn’t attractive. It seemed not.
During the kissing, I felt his boner poking my groin, so I lowered my bum to feel it more. I craned my head back as Cory ravaged my neck, and I smiled.
He carried me and then fell on top of me on the bed as I screeched.
I wrapped my legs over his bum, and he grabbed my wrist and spread my arms wide open. I smiled deviously as he licked my face. His sloppy kinks turned me on and made me wonder what he would do to my pussy with his tongue.
I closed my eyes as he licked my nose and smudged his lips on mine. He had the weirdest fetishes that I had seen, but they aroused me.
He even stuck his tongue into my ear, which felt gross. But I let him indulge in his fantasy because I didn’t want him to prevent me from expressing myself.
I closed my eyes as he kissed my neck and left a trail of kisses to my chest, then sucked my nipple. Oh, God, it felt so good. He was talented with his lips, even though they felt sloppy.
His lips lowered to my stomach and down to my pussy. I spread my legs wide apart, and he swiped his tongue up my pussy. I wanted him to do it again, but he kept me in suspense. What was taking him so long. Or was he not going to do it again? I couldn’t let him deprive me of that pleasure.
“That felt so good. Do it again,” I said.
This time, he swiped his tongue slowly from the top to the bottom, then rattled it in every direction. I murmured, my eyes closed.
I opened my mouth and breathed rapidly, my chest expanding and contracting. He kept rattling his tongue, making me turn my head frantically to both sides.
He shoved two fingers into my pussy and licked my clitoris. I arched my back and gasped. Oh, God, he knew how to hit the spot. I twitched a few times as he continued the combination of licking and drilling. I could only imagine how good his dick would feel inside of me.
While licking my pussy, Cory clenched my thighs and squeezed them. Strangely, it made the licking feel more intense. I closed my eyes and focused on the pleasure.
TO BE CONTINUED…