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Standing and looking in the mirror, Lorena Rae checked out her outfit. She was wearing a set of tight Lycra workout clothes, a white sports bra type top and a pair of tight black leggings with her white trainers. Her long brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail which let her stunning blue eyes pierce more than usual. She was focused on another gym session, a key part of her job to maintain her tight, toned appearance, and frankly right now it was one of the stable cornerstones of her life.
She was only 23 and had taken the plunge to move to New York City to pursue and push her career. It was a big move, something that had taken a major decision for her given her quiet, more restrained personality despite being a model. And it had been a huge step, which came with up and downsides; on the plus side she was booking more jobs and able to get far more involved with magazines and brands that were based in the big apple. On the downside she hadn't made many friends, not real ones outside of her work at least, so seemed to spend most of her evenings just chilling out in her apartment.
Nice apartment as it was, she wanted a bit more than just that. Not that she generally wanted to go out hitting the clubs and stuff, just to have some genuine friends to spend time and hang out with. And the guys she'd met so far had been after one thing only...and she'd met plenty of them. They seemed to think because she was a cute, wide-eyed German girl fresh to New York that she'd fall for every proposition going and some had been pretty direct with what they wanted from her...or rather to give her.
She'd eschewed that and stayed in, except for training. It was a key part of her job and she maintained a strict regime as a result. One benefit was that her new trainer, a guy called Chris, was wonderful with her, just seeming to be a really great guy and not blinded by her celebrity status, such as it was. She wasn't sure if he worked with anyone else in her circle, but he treated her as anyone else and they got on great and she'd been working with him for a few weeks since coming to America.
Chris was older than her, though not much at 27, and worked hard to help her with her diet as much as the workouts, suggesting what could help her achieve her physical goals whilst maintaining the physique and slender appearance she strove for. His tailored sessions for her seemed to be yielding results and she was already finding herself a little stronger with better flexibility, though it could also be because of how she was dedicating herself to it.
The bottom line was she kind of fancied Chris, his easy going nature and closeness with her helping to stoke her attraction, combined with the effectiveness of his workouts for her. She loved that he paid so much attention to getting the best from her and it only made her work harder for him...for that reinforcement. The one time she'd let him down and not put in the effort, his quiet yet meaningful disappointment in her had shaken her soul.
It was just a crush, she told herself, just a fleeting attraction because she was new to everything in New York and her mind was just latching onto something, onto this guy that made her feel just a little bit special. But deep down she knew it was more than that and she looked forward to their gym sessions every day, to when she could see Chris again. As it was she was geared up ready for another session with him, checking her tight clothing to make sure it was just right...and showed off a lack of any lines beneath it.
Despite labelling it her silly, girlish crush, she'd decided to be racy and go commando this time, wearing no underwear at all and hoping deep down that he'd notice. Realistically she didn't expect him to make a move on her, she was his client after all, but at the very least it made her feel excited and sexy, taking charge of things somewhat even if it went nowhere. She wasn't sure where she wanted it to go anyway.
She wouldn't mind if it did however, unable to resist her urges towards the new handsome man in her life. Despite her slender 5'11" height, Chris was taller than her at 6'2", with shortly styled brown hair and in great shape, hardly surprising given he was a personal trainer and lived for the gym. No matter what day she saw him he seemed to have a bit of dark stubble that only made him hotter, giving him a wonderfully rugged look and making her look forward to every session with him.
She exited the changing area and headed out into the main room of the small gym; it was a more exclusive sort of place and whilst she wasn't booking it out for private sessions there was only a fairly select clientele. Often they did end up working alone together for later slots, like the one they had right then. The sun was already down and no natural light penetrated around the closed blinds, leaving them in total privacy, especially as she found they were the only ones in the gym.
"Lorena, welcome," he said, smiling to her as she entered the gym, having been waiting for her casually on a weights bench.
"Chris, hey," she responded, her smile turning to a girlish grin, unable to hold back her emotion as what was her rock right then greeted her.
"How's it going?" he asked, standing up from the bench to start their session.
"Oh you know, same old, relentlessly chasing down jobs and stuff," she replied.
"I'm not the Victoria's Secret model here, so no, I wouldn't know," he laughed in response. Lorena had told of her dream to become one of the celebrated lingerie company's leading models, one of their Dream Angels and how it was the reason to make her move to NYC in the first place.
"Oh stop, I'm not an Angel, and I'm not some huge diva with contracts coming out of my ears," she playfully chided. It was true, she wasn't signed to Victoria's Secret but it took a lot to work for the celebrated underwear giant. She knew as well as him that she was a VS model for all intents and purposes, training like one and in phenomenal shape, but she didn't have the contract yet.
She'd made the huge upheaval to move from Germany, her home, to New York to pursue that dream, to push herself to her utmost, her hardest, to give it her all and try and achieve it. She was working her utmost striving with everything from the workouts with him to her lean, intensive diet to build her body to perfection. The audition for it was coming up soon, her casting session that could make or break that dream, what might be her only chance.
"I never said you were a diva, I know you're not," he answered.
"Good, I'm glad that comes across," she giggled.
"But you've got plenty going on, and it's far different to what I do here, far more exciting I'm sure."
"Far more exhausting more like, it's a right chore at times," she said, giving a sigh.
"Yeah? Can't imagine why, surely anyone would want you to represent them," he said.
"I like your optimism but there's plenty of others out there competing with me. Since I moved here it's been a constant...tumble of challenges," she finished, giving another sigh.
