Worout with Lara

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Angelina Jolie was getting prepared for her biggest film yet. Tomb Raider. She had been given the chance to take over as the pneumatic, energetic, pixelated babe. She knew she’d need to do a good job, and uphold the sexy reputation of Lara. She knew that the part would entail lots of gymnastics and movements, and had been somewhat briefed on the fighting styles and so forth. And then there were the outfits. They were tight, hugging closely to her womanly curves, so she needed to know what movement they allowed. She called a group of fitness trainers from the local area to her home so she could choose one to help her work with her outfits and limitations. She felt it important to be doing as many of her own stunts as she was allowed.

She had called people who specialised in martial arts, kickboxing, general fitness and tai chi. She’d interviewed five for the job. The first general fitness trainer had seemed good, but didn’t know enough to focus on the flexibility and limitations of the costumes to help her. Another guy into Tai Chi didn’t know who she was and had seemed a little old. The martial arts instructor knew plenty about both the energetic actions and flexibility but he’d been coming onto her big time, and she didn’t need that sort of pressure. The choice had been between the other general fitness instructor and the kickboxing trainer. She chose the kickboxer because that’d be the fighting style she’d have to do in the film.

She arranged a first session down at his training centre for a few days ahead so she could get hold of the costume. She had just been told it was tight fitting, not much more. It turned out the costume was a skin-tight white full body suit, which was very tight. She took it with her down to the training centre.

“Hey, hows it going?” she said casually as she walked in.

“Hi Angelina, I’m Greg,” he said in case she’d forgotten, “where’s this outfit we need to check out?”

“Just in my bag” she said, and dropped it onto the floor. She crouched down to get the costume from her bag, giving Greg a chance to eye her curvy figure. She stood and turned to him, a smile on her pouty lips. He took the suit and held it up. It seemed much smaller than her, showing how tight it must be.

“Well I guess you’ll have to be in it for us to see problem spots” he said, waving his hand towards the changing rooms. Angelina took the costume back and looked to the changing rooms.

“Thanks, I’ll be back out in a moment” she said, grabbing her bag and heading to the changing area. Greg couldn’t help but drink in her curvy hips swaying sexily as she walked.

Angelina got into the changing area and cast her bag aside. She was wearing just a simple tank top and jeans, and peeled the tank top over her head. She was wearing a black lacey bra. She pondered for a moment, as to whether it would show through the suit. She decided she didn’t want to risk it and unclipped it, casting it onto the bench next to her bag with her tanktop. She kicked off her shoes and unbuttoned the tight jeans she had on. She pulled the zip down then slid them off her hips. As she bent down to pull them off her feet she realised she was wearing a black pair of panties.

“Shit” she said before she could even think. They would definitely show lines through the suit, and she didn’t want that. She was already going to be braless, and wondered if she wanted to go commando. She didn’t want the embarassment of the lines showing through, so she grabbed the waistband and pulled them down aswell. She threw her jeans and knickers down with her other clothes. She paused to look at herself in the mirror, idly looking at the job she’d done of shaving her pussy.

Angelina turned away from the mirror and picked up the tight lycra suit. She stepped into it and pulled it up her smooth legs, giving a small shudder as the cool material came into contact with her shaven snatch. She had to push into it because it was so tight, pulling it onto her shoulders and sliding the arms on, still leaving her tits hanging free. Once it was all settled in position, she pulled the sides of the suit up over her large, firm breasts with some effort and drew the zip up to the top.

Angelina turned and looked at herself in the mirror again. The tight suit was hugging her body to every curve, only held away from her chest by it being taut across her breasts. She eyed herself up, turning slightly and seeing how it was absolutely skin tight to her curvy body.

‘Bound to raise some pulses’ she thought to herself. She turned and walked out of the changing room and back into the main area. Greg was sitting waiting, staring patiently out the window.

“So how’s the fit?” he said, standing up as he saw her enter.

“Snug” Angelina replied simply with a smile on her full, pouty lips.

“So do you want me to get a female instructor for you?” he said, pointing towards the door.

“No I’m fine” she said, not feeling the least bit self concious, almost forgetting she was commando in the suit.

“Ok then let’s get started. Touch your toes” Greg said.

Angelina settled her feet and bent over. She could easily touch her toes since she kept in shape, but she had real problems because the suit was so tight. She pulled herself down and held onto her toes.

“Where’s it tight?” Greg said, walking around her, drinking in her form.

“My lower back” she said, feeling her ponytail drop past her neck.

“Do you want me to make notes or mark the areas with a pen?” he asked politely. Angelina thought for a second.

“Mark them with a pen, then there’s no notes to be lost or anything” she said, holding her position. Greg took the marker and stepped up behind her. He eyed her long legs and rounded arse before continuing with the task. He leaned forwards a little and drew a line across her back, adding an arrow at each end to point at where the tension induced creases joined.

Angelina could feel his proximity behind her, and felt very vulnerable in a sexy way. She was just starting to wonder what he was really thinking when she felt the marker on her back. It ran across and over her spine, sending a shiver across her body which she was sure he felt. He stepped away and put the marker back in his pocket, but Angelina didn’t move, lost in thought.

“You can stand up now” he said. Angelina snapped back to her senses and stood up. She wondered what’d be on display with her bent over like that, afterall the suit clung to every little curve. She turned to face him as he pondered for a minute.

“Ok, some hamstring stretches,” he said, “Spread you legs a little more and stretch your arm over the top of your head, putting the strain on your hamstring” he said, demonstrating.

Angelina followed his instructions and stretched herself. She felt the suit pulling tight across her hip before she got to her maximum stretch point.

“Where’s it tight?” Greg asked, watching the way the suit creased.

“Across my hip” Angelina said, holding the stretch. He stepped forwards to invesitgate, not seeing much tension on the material. Greg reached forwards to touch but stopped just before.

“May I?” he asked, not wanting to offend her. Angelina glanced back to him and saw what he meant.

“By all means” she said, feeling a little excited. He laid his fingers on the suit and ran his hands over her hips, down the top of her leg a little and round onto her arse slightly. He lifted the surface of the suit and let it snap back down to analyse the tightness. As it snapped back onto her skin she let out an involuntary gasp and closed her eyes. She instantly realised what she’d done and bit her plump lip in embarrassment. Greg acted like he hadn’t noticed, though he couldn’t help but think about it.

“Yeah that’s a tight spot, I’ll mark that” he said, taking the marker out. He drew the line and motionned for her to lean the other way, watching how her arse moved as she did. He then drew the line that side too, and put the marker away. Angelina wait till he’d moved back round in front of her till she lowered her arms.

“Ok, for the next stretch I want you to put your leg as high as you can on the wall, keeping it straight of course” he said, motionning to the wall. Angelina turned and headed over. She took a moment to get balanced, and then kicked her leg high up onto the wall. She felt the material pull up her leg slightly and it pull right around her soft, rounded bum.

“Where’s it tight?” Greg said, even though he could tell where it would be.

“Can you see, I can’t really tell” Angelina said, her breathing slightly increased. He moved forwards and eyed her figure, looking at the crease marks. He kneeled down behind her and placed his hands on her hips, causing Angelina to shudder gently. He ran his hand round onto the back of her leg and then slid it back up to her arse. He also slid his other hand onto her bum from her back. Both hands stopped on her arse, and he gave a little squeeze. Angelina gasped loudly and closed her eyes as her nipples hardened.

Greg took the marker and drew a line across her firm butt, taking his time. He put the marker away again and then motionned for her to stand down. She slowly lowered her leg and turned to him, and watched as his eyes flicked from her face to her hard nipples. She bit her lip as they made eye contact for a tense moment that seemed to drag on forever. Greg eventually pulled himself away and walked away from the wall, to the main area of the room.

“Next stretch is arching” Greg said, standing next to a mat.

“What do I need to do?” Angelina said, walking over to the mat.

“Well it’s where you’re on your back and then you get up on your hands and feet facing upwards and arch your body as far as you can” he said, again demonstrating a bit as he stood.

“Ok then” she said simply and laid down on the mat, nipples pointing to the ceiling.

She slowly laid her feet on the floor and then curved her arms back to lay her hands down. Angelina pushed herself up, mainly using her legs at first so she thrust her crotch up. She strained a little and pushed herself up onto her hands and then settled. She then gracefully pushed her stomach up and dropped her head back, pushing herself tightly into the arch. Her long ponytail dropped onto the floor.

The tight fitting suit showed off her curvy body beautifully, her large breasts hanging proud on her chest, nipples showing clearly through the thin material. Greg nodded in approval though Angelina couldn’t see this. He looked down her body, over her flat stomach and then to her further. The tightness of the material, and being so thin left nothing covered. The outline of Angelina’s pussy could be clearly seen through the material, spread slightly by the position of her legs.

“Where’s it tight?” he said, knowing full where.

“Can you find out, it’s hard to tell” Angelina breathed, her large breasts rising and falling with her increased breathing. She could sense he was close as he knelt down next to her and laid his hand gently onto her trim stomach. He lifted the material then let it snap back onto her skin. He ran his hand down slowly onto her pussy, causing her to gasp but she didn’t try and resist. He again lifted the material then let it snap back, and this time she gave a low moan before she could stop herself.

Greg took the marker and slowly drew the line on the suit over her pussy, causing Angelina to have to bite her bee-stung lip to stop from groaning. He capped the marker, and seeing how her pussy lips were slightly spread through the tightness of the suit, he simply couldn’t resist. He stood the marker down on her, then slowly slid it down and between her pussy. Angelina couldn’t stop herself from giving a grunt of pleasure as it slid over her, and her cunt clenched.

Greg snapped himself to reality, and stood up.

“Well that’s the tight spots identified, you’ll have to get the costume people to work on that” he said, trying to find a way to justify what had just happened should she confront him. Angelina dropped down on the mat, then stood up. She looked him in the eyes curiously, then spoke.

“I’ll get the suit back to them and see what they say about it. I’ll give you a call soon” she said softly, very close to him. The atmosphere was so tense it could practically be cut with a knife as Greg watched every motion of her pouty, bee-stung lips.

“Sure that’ll be fine” he said. With that Angelina turned and walked away to the changing room, Greg watching her curvy hips swinging. Her ponytail swung from side to side as she walked to. He couldn’t help but think of another use for it briefly.

Angelina wandered back into the changing room, nipples still firmly on display. She thought over what had happened and couldn’t deny that she’d found it exciting. She pulled the zip down on the suit, and without even thinking pulled the sides out to let her large breasts bounce free. She gave a contended sigh as her breasts were freed, feeling the cool air across her rock hard nipples. She shrugged the suit off her shoulders and pulled her arms out, then rolled it down off her hips and stepped out of it. She stopped to vaguely fold it up.

She reached out for her underwear and bent down to step into it. She straightened up and pulled her panties up with one hand, and then simply couldn’t resist. Angelina slid her spare hand onto her pussy and found her hard clit poking up. She gave it a firm rub for a few seconds and let out a light, satisfied moan. She pulled the black panties up and and grabbed her bra. She again felt the urge and raised her hands to her breasts. She squeezed and fondled their voluptuous forms firmly and then gave her nipples a quick pinch, causing her to shiver. She then pulled her bra on, yanked her jeans on and slipped into her tank top. She stepped into her shoes as she grabbed her bag and left the changing room.

She gave a casual wave to Greg as she left the centre, pondering briefly over what had happened.

A couple of days later, Angelina met with the costume people and explained the suit. She had a meeting with them for a couple of hours, discussing the various costume issues and so forth. Once she’d sat pretty boredly through this, she went out for some retail therapy. She arrived back at her LA home in the evening to find the message light flashing on her answering machine. It was the costume designer, explaining how they’d decided that the suit just had too many issues and that it would be used for a sequel should one be made. They also explained the costume would now be much closer to the game itself, and a set would be delivered the next day.

The costume arrived and she opened it. It was a tight fitting top and tiny shorts, very like the game only in a different colour. She looked over them for a couple of minutes, then tried them on. She looked at herself in the mirror and could tell it would be a hit with the guys as she eyed her curvy figure. She turned and looked at her firm, rounded arse in the mirror, encased in the little shorts, and couldn’t help but smile. She walked over to the phone and rung Greg, arranging a session the next day. He agreed for the morning, and she hung up, before pulling the costume back off.

Angelina arrived at the training centre, feeling the cool breeze as she walked in. She was wearing a long coat which blew as she walked, revealing her bare legs underneath. She headed to the gym area and saw Greg waiting for her.

“Hey, all ready?” he said as she walked up.

“Hi. Yeah I’m ready” she said, and with that cast her bag down and threw her coat down to reveal the costume she was already wearing. For a few seconds, all Greg could do was stare at her curvy figure encased in the little shorts and tight top.

Angelina watched him stare, and couldn’t help but feel a little more excited. She was already somewhat excited because, although this costume didn’t require it, she was going commando again. ‘If only he knew’ she thought idly.

Greg snapped out of his gape, and came to his senses.

“Well I don’t think there’ll be as much trouble with flexibility” he said as he cleared his throat. Angelina smiled slightly.

“We’ll give it a test though. Leg up against the will be a good start” he said, trying not to let her see him ogling her form. She turned and walked to the wall, and kicked her leg as high as she could. She rested her heel on the wall as she felt the tiny shorts pull up into her naked cunt. Greg stepped up behind her and leant down. Angelina felt her heart skip a beat as he laid his hands on her arse, pulling the material and squeezing her slightly.

“Well it’s tight, but it doesn’t seem to inhibit your movement so that’s ok” he said, stepping away. Angelina stretched slightly and took her leg down.

“Touching your toes is another important one” he said, again hoping she wouldn’t notice as he eyed her sexy legs.

“Sure thing” she said, and deliberately turned away from him. She bent over and slowly leaned down to touch her toes. She spread her legs slightly as she did, and knew he enjoyed the view when she heard a slight intake of breath. She held her position as she felt him feel the shorts and her bum again.

“Well you can move OK it seems to I think that’s all we need to check. It’ll do fine” he said, and gave her a playful slap on the bum. Angelina gave a gasp and pushed back as her nipples hardened. Going commando meant they were now firmly on display. She stood up and turned round again, and saw Greg’s eyes instantly flick down to her large breasts, with obvious nipples.

“We’ll go to the boxing ring now, do some actual kick boxking moves” he said, tearing his eyes from her chest and turning. Angelina gave a smile as he turned away, then walked past him to head for the boxing ring. He walked behind her, so when she got just through the doorway of the boxing hall she stopped suddenly. Not expecting the move, Greg banged straight into her from behind, his groin pressing into her back. Angelina turned and gave him a knowing smile as she felt his hardon pushed against her back, her outfit was obviously having great effect. He stuttered an apology and stepped back, then she walked fully into the room.

Angelina walked over to the ring and slid in under the bottom rope. She dragged herself in with her arms, then pulled herself up onto all fours and pushed her arse out, knowing Greg was watching her. She arched her back in a mock-stretch and stood up, turning to see what Greg was doing. He threw some pads into the ring and then walked up the ring steps and ducked under the second rope. Angelina saw him quickly re-arrange his trousers, and she gave a sexy smile with her pouty lips. He grabbed some jab pads and then turned to Angelina. Her eyes flitted down to his groin for a second.

“Right, we’ll work on a few punches” he said, holding up his hands with the jab pads on.

“Give it a few shots” he said, bracing his arms. Angelina took up fighting stance and raised her fists. She stepped forwards and punched the pads on each side with her fists, putting as much force as she could into them. Greg moved his arms to absorb the blows, which were pretty hard, more than good enough for movie filming. She threw some more and he moved the pads to give her different angles. As he moved the pads back more central, Angelina threw a punch and caught the edge of the pad. The pad twisted and her fist slipped off and caught Greg straight in the face. Because he wasn’t ready for the hit he staggered backwards onto the ropes.

“Oh my god, are you all right?!” Angelina squealed as she ran forwards to him. He dabbed his nose with the back of his hand behind the pad to see if he was bleeding, which he wasn’t. Angelina looked up at him and touched his face as she checked he was ok.