Bitch Control Vol 05

Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up. I do not make money from these stories. Please do not copy and plagiarize my work.

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Los Angeles, California

A cool breeze was a nice welcome upon stepping through the front doors of the Tight 'N Fit gym. Any summer afternoon in L.A. was better spent in an air conditioned building than out sweating in the heat. Joe Murdock had arrived a bit later than he usually clocked in at his job as a personal trainer. Still one of the two trainers who had a private floor on the upper level of the gym's building, he smugly grinned to himself while making his way to the elevator. Today was a special day for he had a client that had landed in his lap that he didn't expect whatsoever. Not even after a handful of famous female clients searching for a personal trainer did he expect this woman to find her way stepping into the doors of the Tight 'N Fit gym.

Last week an agent representing for Scarlett Johansson had called requesting to speak with Joe. It was an unbelievable experience to sit on the phone with an agent claiming to work for the actress. Joe didn't believe it at all and requested to speak to the woman herself. His wish was granted when she showed up at the gym and introduced herself alongside a bodyguard. There was no mistaking her big blue eyes, voluptuous body and a lovely smile despite the casual outfit she had picked for the day. Her hair had been dyed in an orange color, proving a point as Scarlett had told him that she needed a trainer to prepare for her next role of the Black Widow character in a new Marvel film. Having not kept up with the film franchise at all, Joe wasn't sure the details but gladly agreed to allowing the actress to write out her own work out schedule upon signing her name in a contract for the gym and making a direct payment.

Two weeks had been arranged for work out sessions and training, per the writing that was in her contract and now signed under name. Scarlett had told Joe that she heard of him through a friend and decided to opt out on her usual trainer that the studio paid for. Whoever this friend was, she did not reveal the name but Joe had sat and wondered since they began working out together yesterday. He didn't push her on revealing her friend's identity, but he couldn't help but wonder. Scarlett's schedule was an intense work out, utilizing various tools at her expense within the closed doors of Joe's private gym. The schedule had arranged her to focus on one specific work out each day and rotate in a schedule. She had spoken about wanting to run the treadmill and an exercise bike. One day had been dedicated to weight lifting, stomach crunches and push ups.

This level of dedication from an actress with getting into shape had required Joe to grow a deep level of respect for Scarlett. Despite signing her contract last week, she waited until Monday to begin training. As of Tuesday, it would be his second day working with her and Scarlett had already mapped out the day to do a bit of boxing with a punching bag. She had other plans for a few arm based work outs, taking this day on the schedule to focus entirely on the strength within her arms and hands. Per contract, Joe had two keys to his private gym room, always giving the second one to his client so they could invite themselves in and make use of the personal space before he had arrived. Since her hours began around twelve PM and Joe found himself late arriving forty minutes after that, he had no doubt he would find her within the gym once he got there.

Stepping out of the elevator, Joe made his way down the hall and to the door leading into his private gym. He had arrived in work in nothing more than a purple pair of gym shorts and a white T-shirt. If he wanted to change his clothes in time for a lunch break, he had some casual outfits back inside in the locker. A janitor was busy scrubbing the floor with a mop outside, not even bothering to glance his way so Joe ignored the old man entirely as he made his way to the door. Turning the knob, he found it to be unlocked. Scarlett had to indeed be inside, if the janitor himself had not went in and did any cleaning. Opening the door, he was greeted to the bright sunlight beaming into the large wall of windows and the sound of rustling heard from within the room. Upon shutting the door, he whistled and then called out.

"Hello? Anyone home?"

"Over here, Joe!"

Scarlett's voice called out to him as she turned around and placed her hands onto her hips. He offered a smile before stepping his way to see the buxom bombshell actress. Her long red hair was curled up into a pony tail dangling from behind her back. She wore black yoga pants hugging every curve up her body, all to go with a black T-shirt that matched and covered her chest. Scarlett was barefoot, showing off her beautiful pale skin that stood out to Joe's eyes with the black outfit. The only thing that wasn't black over her body was the blue colored fighting gloves. Behind her, the punching bag dangled from the chains above. She exhaled a bit and offered him a smile.

"Nice of you to join me today. Are you always late like this?"

The tone of her voice in asking that question had struck Joe. Scarlett expected a reply right away, but he had to force a fake smile as a way to not take offense to her.

"Maybe. It depends on if I'm going to randomly oversleep, let's just put it that way."

She glanced away, seemingly ignoring his reply and turning her focus back to the red colored punching bag facing her. Joe watched her move her feet down below, arching her toes into a fighting stance and raising her fists up. Her pony tail whipped around as Scarlett took the first jab at the bag with her left hand and then punched with her right.

"You do know I am not a boxing trainer right?"

"You didn't tell me that yesterday."

Quickly replying to him, she continued to punch at the bag, forcing it to rattle and the chain to shake. Joe was taken back a bit at Scarlett's attitude. Perhaps she was disappointed that he showed up late today. Either way, it had bothered him though he wasn't going to say anything aloud. He was used to women giving him respect, whether it was earned or not. Joe was beginning to quickly learn that Scarlett wasn't like his other famous female clients in the past. Crossing his arms, he began to walk a circle around her, his eyes studying her curves right down to her plump ass that was clearly visible in the stretchy yoga pants. She paid him no attention as he walked a clockwise rotation around her. The punching bag shook from all directions as Scarlett continued to punch it with power within her fists. When she finally came to a stop and exhaled, Joe clapped his hands at her.

"That's enough, you look like you're working yourself down to a sweat. Take a break, Scarlett."

"I'm just getting started for the day. I'm going to need your help with some work outs."

"I'll get you a bottle of water and then you tell me what you want to do next, alright?"

Without replying in words, she quietly nodded at him and pointed her left hand over to one of the benches on the right side wall of the room.

"My water bottle is over there. Bring it to me."

Wow, Joe couldn't help but think to himself. She didn't thank him at all for offering water, instead ordering him to go fetch something as if he was getting paid to pamper her. What a fucking bitch, he thought to himself. His past female clients didn't treat him like this, even when he would arrogantly assert himself as a dominant male. Despite being bothered by Scarlett so far, he didn't say anything. The man quietly stepped aside from her and went to grab her black tinted large water bottle and bring it over. Scarlett grabbed the bottle from him and turned the top, opening it before raising it to her mouth and taking a sip. After a few seconds, she pulled the water bottle away from her puffy pink lips and smiled back to him.

"Thank you."

He blushed as he looked back to her, offering a fake smile. At least she said thank you, but that wasn't enough to erase the first impressions of the day for Joe. Scarlett placed her free hand to her hip and spoke up.

"I know today is supposed to be arm work outs, but I'm feeling a little lazy today."

Joe offered her a smug grin, figuring now was an opportunity to tease her with how she was talking to him.

"Oh yeah? It isn't cause your trainer was late today, or is it?"

Scarlett grinned back at him, quirking her eyebrows up as she responded.

"Perhaps, yes. I think I wanna get on a bike and take a slow ride."

"I'll join you, we can both work out then."

"I like the sound of that."

After Scarlett's reply, she carried the water bottle as she made her way over to the exercise bikes. There were two bikes sitting side by side across the room, far away from his lounge corner where Joe had made precious memories with his previous famous clients. The thought had crossed his mind a number of times after Scarlett had signed her contract, the possibility of adding her name next to the other women he had fun with. A woman like her was different, for he already figured she wasn't a natural submissive. He watched Scarlett climb onto the exercise bike on the right side and then he followed his actions right behind her. His fingers gripped the black comfort piece of the chrome bars to the stationary bike and then Joe turned to look at Scarlett and spoke up.

"How fast are you gonna run this thing?"

"Not sure yet."

Letting out a sigh, she looked back at him and leaned forward over the bike.

"Like I told you, I'm feeling kinda lazy. You don't mind if we take this slow?"

Joe laughed.

"Why are you asking me that? I'm your trainer, you're the one that makes the decisions for your work out. You wanna go slow, that's fine by me."

"Thank you."

Hearing her utter the words 'thank you' had made Joe grin. It was the second time so far today and brought some memories to the front of his mind about the other women before her who had thanked him for a special something. Perhaps that moment would come for Scarlett later on, but for now his focus had to be centered upon working out alongside her. Joe brought his feet down to the pedals of the bike and began to push them down, forcing the cycle to move in a moderate speed matching that of Scarlett's own feet pushing the pedals to her bike down. Both of them sat there, leaned up and gripping the handle bars of their stationary exercise bike. Joe exhaled deeply, as he felt the blood rushing through his veins and a sense of relief now. It was always liberating to work out and get his muscles flowing. He felt the urge to strike up a conversation with her now.

"So, you doing the boxing stuff to get into shape for any fighting scenes in your movie?"

"Well, something like that. I know there's a few in the script, but I won't know the full details of them until we're back on set and filming."

The sound of the pedals moving in a steady rhythm could be heard among their breathing. Joe glanced over to look at Scarlett, studying the pale white complexion of her skin and looking to see if her boobs were moving from within the tight black shirt she was wearing. He continued to rattle on their conversation while studying her beauty with his wandering eyes.

"I've gotta hand it to you for your dedication, Scarlett. The way I see it is, you're getting paid millions of dollars to be in this movie. You're already in good enough shape, I'd tell them that's good enough."

She cracked up laughing at him, still concentrating on moving her legs as she pedaled the cycle. Her head turned and her eyes gazed back at him upon replying.

"I can see why you would say that, but I don't want to let the fans down."

"I don't think you'd be letting them down. They already get to look at you in that hot, leather zip up outfit showing all your curves."

Joe gave her that classic, shit-eating grin that only he could do so well in all of his jock nature. Scarlett's eyes glanced back at his face as she quirked her eyebrows up and slowly curved her lips into a grin.

"Thanks, I was waiting on you to say something like that."

He laughed at her response, nodding his head and then looking over her body again. Joe couldn't see much from the black shirt she wore covering up her breasts, they gave a slight bounce with the movement she made while riding the bike. That bit of movement alone was enough to tell him that Scarlett Johansson still had big hooker tits hidden within her top. Feeling confident that he could flirt with her now, Joe didn't beat around the bush with his next comment.

"It wouldn't hurt you to come dressed like that sometime. Let's say the next time you feel lazy and want a different kind of work out."

"A different kind of work out, you say?"

She came to a halt from moving her feet over the bike's pedal and suddenly, Scarlett's lips curved into a grin. It was almost as if she were mocking the same kind of expressions Joe had tossed at her.

"You think you can handle me, Joe?"

Looking back at her, Joe shook his head to her question.

"I don't think so, I know. I know for a fact I can handle a woman like you. Wanna give me a shot tomorrow?"

"Maybe, I'm thinking about it."

"Then show up in that sexy black zip up suit. I'll give you some real Black Widow training."

Returning the smile, Joe couldn't help but to mock her. He looked at Scarlett with that same, smug shit-eating grin that only he could produce so well. She began to pedal her feet once more, working the bike as she looked away from him. Without an immediate answer, Joe couldn't help but wonder if Scarlett was about to back out of this challenge, but when he began to worry, she turned and smiled at him.

"You've got yourself a deal."

Smirking at him, she came to a stop and continued her words.

"Tomorrow we are going to have ourselves a bit of fun."

Scarlett spoke in that heavy New York accent buried within her low tone of voice. All Joe could do was grin. When she came to a stop on the bike and climbed off, he figured it was nearly time for her to leave the gym for the day. A few minutes later, Scarlett quietly gathered her stuff to leave and tied her shoes back on. Joe had stood back, taking a sip from his bottle of water as she grinned at him and softly spoke.

"See you tomorrow. I hope you're not late for something like this."

"I won't be. I'm a little curious to ask you, what makes you give in so easily?"

"Oh, I haven't given in yet. Agreeing to have an affair is one thing..."

She glanced down and then back up at him while biting down on her lower lip.

"What will come out of it, is another. Does that answer your question?"

"No."

His quick reply seemed to catch her off guard. Joe continued as he dangled the water bottle between his fingers among his right hand.

"Why don't you tell me who your friend was that recommended you to me? I can take a few guesses, but I wanna know who it was."

"I don't spill my secrets. Let's just say it's someone you worked with a while back and she was quite impressed."

"Who?"

With a smug grin, she nodded at him while stepping back. Scarlett wasn't going to answer his question, not with that expression painted across her face.

"See you tomorrow, Mr. Joe... I hope you can handle me."

Turning her back to him, Scarlett grabbed the door knob and made her exit from his private gym, leaving him standing there in his own thoughts. Such a rude exit, Joe couldn't help but consider to himself. He had already come to guess what other famous client he had who may have spilled their heart out about the kinky fun they enjoyed behind the locked door of his private gym. Joe's money was on Jessica Alba or maybe it was Kate Upton who he knew had already ran her mouth gossiping about their affair. It left him at least feeling prideful that his name was circulating among Hollywood social circles as a man who knew how to satisfy women, his way. Joe no longer cared about who it was, for he planned to give Scarlett her own story to tell. Since she wanted to challenge him like this, she would be telling whatever friend it was of hers, a different story about Big Joe and his games.

This woman had no idea what would be awaiting her within this gym tomorrow. Would Scarlett be a good girl or would she act like a bitch? Such a question did not need answering in the back of Joe's mind. He knew a bitch when he seen one, based on her attitude and how she acted to him. That was all fine for him, as he planned to put this bitch in her place tomorrow. The thought of adding Scarlett Johansson's name to his short list of famous women who had been put through their paces in his gym was driving the motivation. It didn't matter which previous babe it was that told Scarlett about him, this woman thought she could challenge his dominance. That was the motivating factor for tomorrow's events as Joe was determined to be the one in control from start to finish. Scarlett would submit to him and thank him for it when he was done with her.

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1 DAY LATER

While 10 AM was the official opening time for the Tight 'N Fit gym, that didn't mean Joe couldn't arrive earlier in preparation for what was going to be a long day. He had slept well, arising early before sunlight and mentally preparing himself with the usual routine. Making sure he was the first one to arrive at the gym. Once he became isolated beyond the door of his private gym, Joe undressed and began to prepare himself as he had done for previous 'private sessions'. Purple gym shorts were his choice for comfortable wear, no shirt required as his muscular stomach and arms would be on full display by the time Scarlett had her entrance. It had been so long since he sat in his little corner of the gym, leaned back in the comfort of that white chair with his feet propped up on the stool.

Behind him was the same couch that he had taken the famous women before Scarlett. Cum had stained over the white leather surface long ago. Thoughts were still roaming through his mind, as Joe sat back and built up the lustful temptations in the spare time he needed to wait. Unlike previous women, he didn't bother looking at photos or lusting for a pair of large tits to get his hands on. He knew what he would be getting out of Scarlett Johansson and given the attitude on display yesterday, she would posse something of a challenge. That alone made all the difference in the world to him as he sat back and continued to wait for her. A woman like that wouldn't have any idea what awaited her and Joe was confident that she wouldn't disappoint him. Something about her told him that she would rise to the occasion.

He didn't have to sit and wait for long. Joe turned in his chair to gaze out the large windows from his left side, looking at the grey clouds that hid away any trace of blue in the sky. From the corner of his eye, he could see the door opening and then the faint sound of high heels stomping in the distance. Joe didn't turn to glance her way when he rolled the chair forward. Still resting his right foot against the little stool in front of his chair. When he didn't hear her heels continuing to clack, it could only mean that she had stopped to look around the large room. Joe had not figured that she couldn't see him from his small corner of leisure in the back of the room. He soon heard the heels boom once more, the door clanging shut behind her. As he glanced forward, he could see slight movement as she appeared to be dressed in a black suit outfit of sorts.

"Over here, babe!"

Joe's voice was loud, echoing throughout the private gym. He turned his head to the left, glancing beyond some equipment stacked in his direction of sight. Scarlett came stomping her way towards him. As she drew closer, he was forced to do a double-take at the outfit of choice she had come here wearing. It was none other than her zip-up, black leather Black Widow costume. Her orange hair was split down the middle, giving her an elegant look despite wearing her movie outfit. Little could Joe have guessed that he would have the Black Widow standing before him. The zipper of her leather outfit tugged down, offering a view of cleavage as Scarlett's breasts looked as if they were going to pop out. All he could do was smirk at her.