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.
This story originally began back in December of 2017. It remained unfinished for the longest time and only now have I decided to go back and finish it. Enjoy!
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Los Angeles, California
Another day dawned over the clear skies with only a few large white clouds hanging above. Seasons changed, but the heat of L.A. remained the same. Even if winter had truly made things cold during the evening hours, this wasn't the case in the afternoon and while the sun was hanging high above. Sitting in the usual spot was a high class gym, one that was growing in popularity among clients with deep pockets. With light traffic on a Monday afternoon, a tall man made his way through the glass doors to enter the Tight 'N Fit building. A sigh was heard amidst his loud stomps as he ignored the greeting by Cindy behind the desk and instead ventured off to his office. He wasn't in the mood for chit chat, as the Monday blues were now seeping through his mind after taking the drive away from home.
Sam Johnson was more or less, a simple man on the outside. He stood tall, towering with bulky muscles that could be seen any time he wore the proper gym clothes. Sometimes he wore suits that hugged over his strengthened body. His head was shaved bald while he only had a slight beard over his dark face. His body beneath clothes was covered in various tattoos. While the other male trainer who had an office was known for his love of basketball, Sam had made his name in sports through football. It all went back to growing up in Texas where he had dreamed of becoming a linebacker while watching his dad's career on TV. His father had played in the NFL back in the eighties, drafted by the Denver Broncos whom he played for until the nineties when he joined the Houston Oilers near the end of his career. The position his father had played was defensive end, as he had made the Pro Bowl a number of three times, achieving the rank of All Pro for the year of 1987. He had played in all three of the Broncos' Super Bowl loses of the eighties decade.
Growing up back home in Texas, Sam had idolized his father and wanted to carry the mantle of his old man's football pride. He began at an early age, training to become a linebacker with the ultimate goal to be drafted into the NFL and hopefully play for his beloved home state team, the Dallas Cowboys. During his childhood, he witnessed the Super Bowl winning dynasty era of the Cowboys, always dreaming to become a part of the team he adored. It was his father's advice to become a linebacker instead of a defensive end, as he believed that Sam would have a longer career span. Early on through his life, it appeared that he was going to have a successful career as an athlete. Sam had finished high school as a top ranked athlete by scouts in the state, going on to be recruited by the Florida Gators for his college university. In his freshman career, he continued to improve but his life soon would soon spiral out of control. After being let loose from his parents, Sam was easy to fall into the party lifestyle of a typical jock.
Long nights of partying among the indulging of drugs and alcohol had taken over Sam's life faster than he realized. After his sophomore year playing in Florida, he was forced to completely drop out of college and enter rehab after an incident off campus. Sam was arrested with another student for assault and battery charges after they spent a night in a local bar that ended in a drunken rampage of them beating a man. Sam's father was disgraced at the negative publicity, dragging his name through the mud from his son's behavior. As punishment, he used a chunk of Sam's college funds to pay for the medical bills of the poor man he had beaten. When the smoke cleared, Sam was forced into rehab by his father to get help with his alcohol problems. He was only twenty-two years old and had already created a habit of abusing the bottle. What his father did not know however was the other addiction that Sam had picked up, one that went up his nose while sucking away the rest of his college funds.
For the next six years, Sam battled the demons spawned from his addictions. There was no glorious career for his athletic abilities, as cocaine and booze took the better of him. Early on, he didn't see where drugs were really a problem in his mind. Besides his father, the one NFL star that he idolized more than anyone else was a linebacker who went by the nickname of 'LT'. He had read all the notorious stories about LT's drug problems, figuring that it was possible to balance a career while enjoying the fun side of life. It all came to a rude awakening with his life turning into a mess. At twenty-eight years old, the ride came to an end when Sam suffered a minor heart attack and went into emergency surgery. He was forced to learn the hard way just how destructive his lifestyle had become, resulting in ending all the dreams he previously had.
Seven years had passed since then as Sam had rebuilt himself into a new man. After another period of time in rehab, he moved to California where he began to start over for himself. Since his body was still in relatively good shape, Sam decided that he wanted to make his living with fitness training. He began to conquer his demons, going on to do charity work and offer his help alongside other former drug addicts. When March 2017 hit on the calendar, it made seven whole years of sobriety and drug free living for the man. Before he had joined Tight 'N Fit, Sam had worked at a charity organized gym for three years. He wanted to make better money, which was the main motivation why he moved on to join a more high class gym. He had been working for a year now, embracing his now clean image after years of trying. Though he wasn't the same person from his youth, Sam was still a jock at heart.
When the new month had began, Joe decided to go for a short vacation. With him gone, Sam now was the main private trainer who would be going over all the paper work of new clients requesting membership for a stay with the gym. Sam was somewhat relieved to have Joe gone, as he had his fair share of lucky moments with beautiful female clients over the course of the year, all while he was usually stuck with male athletes searching for trainers in their off time. Among the various papers filled out by potential clients was one on schedule for the afternoon. Sam went over a membership registration, written out in fancy cursive writing with a red pen signed by a woman who called herself Kelly Brook. He wasn't at the office when she had dropped by, so he wasn't sure who she was as of yet. The appointment was schedule on a Monday, right at 2 PM. Back in his office, Sam patiently awaited for her to drop in while he enjoyed a glass of green tea at his desk. A little over ten minutes passed as he sat there before the talk-back box on his desk buzzed. Sam pressed the button and was greeted to the voice of Cindy from the lobby.
"Sam, are you there?"
"Yeah, I'm right here Cindy. What's up?"
His voice was deep, calling out into the box before Cindy answered him back.
"Miss. Brook is here to see you, can I send her in?"
"Yeah, send her on in. I'm ready meet her."
As soon as he replied, the man stood up from the chair of his desk. He took a deep breath before sitting back down. Over Sam's body was a black fitness shirt with the Tight 'N Fit logo over the front. From below, he wore a pair of matching black sweat pants. His office was simple, only with frames hanging on the wall with pictures that were of the most importance to him. Sam refused to put up anything from his short time in college at Florida, instead using only recent photos in the past few years with his recovery. The largest picture hanging above was an old photo with his father from a high school football game. A book shelf was arranged behind the desk where he had various decorations. He licked his lips while sitting in his chair, just as he heard a knock from the back of the door. Rising up from the chair, he called out.
"You can come in, the door ain't locked."
The door came open with a squeak noise before a brunette haired woman stepped through the office. A radiant smile was across her beautiful white face, Sam glanced over her figure. Kelly Brook stood wearing nothing more than a black low cut blouse, exposing a heavy cleavage towards his eyes. He approached her, more than impressed by the appearance she had put on as he tried his best not to glance down into the amazing cleavage that her outfit revealed.
"Hello, you must be Mr. Johnson."
She spoke in a heavy British accent, delighting his ears. It wasn't everyday Sam heard a lovely voice like this. He extended his hand, shaking hers while he nodded and reply.
"Yes ma'am, that's me. You must be Miss. Brook. It's a pleasure to meet you, but you can call me Sam."
"Oh please, just call me Kelly. That's what all my friends call me."
"But I ain't your friend yet."
"Not yet, but maybe soon."
