Author's note:
This story is meant to be a fantasy. As such, many points of reality are put to the side, such as safety and pregnancy, as well as others.
Additionally, this series will cover a wide range of sexual activities. I will try to cover them in the into, but please be aware. All characters are at least 18 years of age.
Following comments that I have gotten previously; I know nothing about how gyms and private trainers work. Everything here is meant for the purpose of telling a story and titillating the reader and is not meant as a portrait of reality. I love hearing from readers, but if you comment that it wouldn't happen that way in real life, well, that's why it's a fantasy.
Thanks to my amazing editor ResqJack!
Topics: FemDom, solo, oral, rimming, BDSM, humiliation, body odor, interracial, anal
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Mariah loved her gym. She had started out working as a personal trainer in other gyms, but when she found herself with a bit of extra money and the opportunity presented itself, she had gotten her own place. Admittedly it was small and didn't have fancy facilities like some of the bigger places, but it was hers. She had a bunch of regulars who came in to work out a couple of times a week, one or two who can't by every day, and she ran classes as well. She still did personal training, but she didn't have patience for people who weren't committed. Her gym did well enough to keep her afloat and was only really overcrowded at the beginning of the year after people made New Year's resolutions that they forgot about a few weeks later. It was those memberships that really kept the lights on. Them, and the whales, as she called them. The upper-class people who came in looking for a personal trainer, wearing clothes that cost as much as she made in a week, but didn't really want to exercise. They often claimed that they wanted to lose weight, or get in shape, but inevitably ended up wasting her time. That is why she had developed her sales pattern. She would offer a trial session, in which she would be nice and encouraging, making sure they didn't push themselves too hard. Then she would sell them on a year's membership, and the next time they came in, she would turn it up to ten, yelling, pushing, and being mean. Very few came back for a third session, none came back for a fourth, and when asked, pointed to a large sign by the receptionist's desk that said that there were no refunds on classes or memberships.
Mariah noticed the whale walk in one Sunday afternoon when she was chatting with Gwen, the girl who ran the front desk for her. She had him pegged immediately, white, early forties, slightly overweight, and wearing way too expensive clothing. She glanced at herself in the mirror, making sure that she wasn't too badly messed up after the class she had just finished teaching. She could sell memberships even if she looked like a mess, but with this type of whale, looking good made it even easier. Her grey sports top wasn't sweated through, and her dark chocolate skin had the slightest sheen, which drew attention to her corded muscles and washboard abs. Her breasts weren't big, but that's what happens when you have almost zero body fat. Her long dark hair had managed to stay in the braid she had put it in, which was never a sure thing. Her shorts were tight and hugged her muscular ass and thighs and showed off her long legs well.
"Can I help you?" She asked, getting up as the whale approached?
"I hope so," he replied with an easy smile. "This place is right between my office and home, and I have been looking for a reason to get some more exercise, so I figured I'd stop in."
"Well, I'm glad you did," she said with a smile, already annoyed, but knowing that by next week she would never see him again. "Are you looking for a regular membership or a personal trainer as well? We offer trial sessions for trainers, and I'd be happy to work with you."
He introduced himself as Jared and the intro session went as expected. When they finished the workout, Mariah brought him back to the front desk to fill out the forms needed and to get him to sign up for the full membership.
"How late are you available? I often with long hours and would love to be able to come by after work?" Jared asked her as he filled out the questionnaire.
"I'm often here doing my own workouts and cleaning up until around eight or nine. You'd be welcome then if it works for you," she said with a smile, hating the fact that she would have someone intruding on her alone time, even for a couple of days.
She sensed a hesitation in Jared and was about to push him again when he made up his mind and signed up for a full year's membership with a personal trainer 3 times a week. Mariah was floored. Not only was it expensive, but it was outrageously expensive. Most people, even extravagant whales, only got a few sessions at a time. She wished him a good day and told him she would see him tomorrow for their first real session and smiled thinking about what she did could do with the extra income.
Two days later, Jared walked in wearing a suit that looked like it cost as much as her car, carrying a gym bag. He got changed and ready quickly, while she cleaned up from the day. She had been debating how exactly to approach running off this whale, and decided that she needed to handle this carefully, especially since nobody else was around. She started him on stretches, pushing him harder than she had the day before, but not yet in full-on bitch mode. She was careful not to let him do anything that would actually hurt himself because even though she had insurance, that was the last thing she needed.
"Come on," she berated him, "A stiff board can bend more that!"
She pushed his legs a bit more, towering over his prone body. He grimaced, but accepted the stretch without complaint, looking up at her standing over him. She worked him hard, ramping up her comments as they went.
"Is that really all you have to give? I know little girls who can lift more than that?"
"Pick up the pace! My grandmother moves faster than you and she uses a walker!"
She noticed that it seemed like each time she insulted or berated him, Jared picked up the pace or managed to do a bit more. He also never complained. At one point, he looked at her oddly, but then kept going. By the time she was done with him, he was wiped. She watched as he dragged himself to the changing room to grab his stuff.
"I'm just going to head home," he told her, completely drained. "Less for you to clean up. Thanks for the session."
Mariah watched him go, quite pleased with herself. She doubted he would be back for the next session. She was surprised when two days later he showed up for the next session. She made a point of getting in his face, even more, this time, pushing him, insulting him, even going so far as to make fun of him, but it only served to spur him on. At a certain point, she realized that she was pushing him too hard, and backed off. She didn't stop being a bitch, she just kept a closer eye on what he was doing. Jared once more dragged himself out at the end of the session. When Jared showed back up the following week, she was shocked. She could tell from the way he was moving that his entire body was sore. She knew what it felt like to start working out after a long period of not. That being said, she showed him no mercy. There were a couple of times when it looked like he was about to quit, but when she mocked him for it, he picked back up.
At one point, she had him doing push-ups and he just dropped to the ground. She squatted down in front of him.
"Did I tell you to stop? Are you just wasting my time, laying there, instead of working out like you are supposed to?"
He started pushing himself up, and she stayed there, counting down to the end of her set. When he finally finished, he looked up at her with an odd expression before collapsing back to the ground to rest for a minute. As he did, she realized that his push-ups had been putting his face directly in front of her crotch. She knew that, especially after a full day in the gym, she tended to be a bit fragrant, and was suddenly embarrassed by the fact that he had probably been forced to breathe it in. She set him to the next exercise and walked away to get a drink and compose herself.
Later that evening, after Jared had left, Mariah was taking her customary shower after closing. She found herself absentmindedly playing with her nipples as she relaxed under the hot spray of water. Realizing that she was turned on, she pulled down the showerhead and, switching to the massage mode, aimed it at her clit. She closed her eyes as the water stimulated her nub and found herself thinking of back to Jared being forced to smell her after a full day of sweaty work. The thought of making some rich asshole breathe her dirty cunt was more appealing than she would have ever thought, and the cries of her orgasm echoed through the empty gym shower room. Somewhat embarrassed, she quickly got out of the shower, dried off, and dressed. She headed home with her thoughts conflicted about what had just happened.
Two days later, Mariah found herself anxiously awaiting Jared's arrival. When his usual time passed, she figured he was running late. After an hour she gave up waiting. By the end of the night, she assumed that she had finally succeeded in running off another whale. She had mixed feelings about this one, which confused her even more, as she usually hating dealing with the whales.
She was caught off guard when two days later Jared walked back in.
"Sorry I missed the last session. I got caught in emergency meetings until after midnight. I went to call, but I realized I didn't have the number for the gym," he apologized.
"It's fine. No worries. I wasn't sure if you had decided to call it quits," she replied, handing him a card with the contact information.
"Why would I call it quits? I tried to make up the workout at my home gym, but it wasn't the same."
"Why would you come to a gym if you have one at home?" She asked, slightly taken aback.
"It's like I said the first time I came in. I'm looking for a reason to exercise. Doing it at home didn't work for me."
"Well then, if me yelling at you is a good enough reason, far be it from me to stop you. Get your ass moving. We need to make up for your skipped session. Every missed time is going to set you back."
"Yes ma'am," he replied and headed to change.
Mariah felt a sudden tingle through her body as he called her ma'am. She told herself to calm down and went to get things set up for a session that she hadn't planned on giving. She ran him through the stretches and basics, keeping her distance, but still being a bitch and pushing him to do more by repeatedly insulting him. She had him running for a bit and egged him on by getting on the treadmill next to him and going at twice the speed he was at. After that, she had him on the weight bench. As she set the weights and stood behind to sit for him, she realized that she positioned herself closer than she normally would have, which placed her almost standing over his head. She had run a spinning class for a bunch of yoga moms earlier, which was always good for working up a sweat. She knew that it meant that she was already fairly smelly, especially with having just run and worked up another light sweat. She looked down her body at him at her took a deep breath before starting to lift the bar. She felt herself getting wet from the fact that she was standing over him with her crotch in his face, which she knew would contribute to the smell. She kept an eye on him lifting while watching his face as he breathed in her musky, dirty scent. Part of her wanted to just sit on his face, burying his face in her sweaty shorts. Another part thought about what it would be like if she wasn't wearing shorts at all. She tried to banish those thoughts before she did anything inappropriate and focused on watching him lift and making sure that he was ok. That was when she noticed.
