"Towel, shampoo, conditioner, check" Demi Lovato said to herself as she put her shower things in her locker. This was one appointment she wanted to keep, she spent a lot of money to get a session reserved for herself here but also knew she needed to hit the gym. 'Why not do both' she mused.
It was her first time at the Velvet Dungeon having heard about this place from some of her friends who billed it as a 'place where any fantasy can come true'. After Demi met with Alessandra Ambrosio, who ran the dungeon, she felt more at ease with revealing her many fantasies. The questionnaire she had to fill out was incredibly invasive and personal, Demi revealed things in there she hadn't told her own family. Things that would kill her career if they ever got out, Alessandra assured her that privacy was paramount here so Demi trusted that her private fantasies would stay private.
"Demi" she heard from another row of lockers. These co-ed locker rooms was something she was going to have to get used to if she wanted to keep coming here.
"Hi, I'm Travis, I'll be your 'trainer'..." he made quote marks as he said it "...for today."
Demi instantly smiled and smoothed out her workout gear. 'Of course he'd have to be gorgeous.' Demi briefly looked Travis over. He'd come up to her with only a towel wrapped around his waist. His bleach blonde spiky hair and ripped abs made Demi's stomach flutter.
"Nice to meet you, but I think you should know today was a rush job. I didn't want to work out today." Demi said politely, Travis's smile never left his face.
"Well, that's not good." Travis said as Demi giggled. Travis sat down in front of Demi and looked her right in the eyes, his tone turning serious.
"I need you to tell me everything you've eaten today, don't leave anything out." He said, emphasizing the word 'anything'. Demi gulped.
"I don't think I have an issue with my diet, I'm just looking to learn how to stay in shape." Demi replied
"No. I need to review what you are putting into your body. It affects what I will have you do in our sessions." His tone was serious, Demi started to feel scared and a little turned on.
"Um...egg whites and OJ for breakfast..." Travis held his hand up.
"Don't lie to me." His expression saying he knew Demi wasn't telling the truth.
"Uh, corn flakes and sausage for breakfast-" Travis cut her off again.
"Better, continue."
"Uh, lunch, I had some pasta and a few glasses of wine-" Travis interrupted her again, this guy may have been cute but his rudeness was really frustrating Demi.
"I hope that is out of your system because I don't need you throwing up out there. Anything else?" Travis pressed her standing up, making Demi back into her locker.
"No, nothing else. I came straight here after lunch and a meeting." Demi fast-talked. Travis then smiled.
"Good, that's really good. I'll see you out there then, but just so you know..." Travis looked back at her "...I don't plan on taking it easy on you. I read your posting, I know what you want. Just do what I tell you out there or I'm going to be forced to punish you."
"Isn't working out punishment enough?" Demi asked.
