Sylvie always took good care of herself, so when her fancy gym started offering personal training at a discount for members, she thought, why not? Her gym promised that the trainers would go above and beyond and that many of them were also trained in sports massage. Even if she hated the workouts, at least she'd get a good massage.
Despite being in great shape, Sylvie was nervous about meeting her trainer. She knew his job was to help her reach her fitness goals and that she was an objectively attractive 27-year-old, but she couldn't help but harshly review her own body as she waited in the gym lobby -- despite her efforts to stay trim, her stomach still retained a bit of softness as her hips flared out from her waist. She wouldn't mind this if her chest were bigger, but her modest B cups simply weren't enough to turn her pear shape into an hourglass shape. She often worked out to help counteract that, but she daydreamed of having that perfect body. The thought of a trainer studying her body at length and criticizing her made her nervous, but also a tad excited. She was curious about what he thought of her.
It was while she was studying her figure that James the trainer came out the door. She looked up and immediately felt embarrassed to be in his presence: the man standing in front of her was a paragon of athleticism, with lean, wiry muscles. He had the look of someone who'd spent their entire life on the field, the type of person who went to college on a sports scholarship. Sylvie then recalled that his 'About Me' section said he had been a rower at college. She couldn't help but linger her gaze on his biceps poking out of the moisture-wicking t-shirt he had on.
"Hi, Sylvie, I'm James, I'm going to be training you for the next six weeks. How about you step into my office and we can discuss your goals before we hit the floor?" he asked. Sylvie nodded. James smiled at her, always excited to take on a new client. It also never hurt when the client was a cute girl.
As Sylvie got up, James stepped aside so she could walk in first, ever the gentleman. As he stood behind her, he felt his eyes drawn to her backside. Like many women, Sylvie had mostly focused on building her glutes to accentuate her figure. Although she hated that it just made her pear shape more pronounced, James couldn't help but admire the shape of her ass in the tight leggings she was wearing. He tried to snap himself out of it, though, knowing that he'd only come across as creepy if she ever caught him staring at her like that.
As they sat down, she and James chatted for a while about her current fitness routine and goals. Sylvie appreciated how he listened intently and offered useful suggestions to her form as she showed him all the movements she currently did. Her fears of being judged were unfounded, although she did feel her heart race every time he gently placed his hand on the small of her back to help correct her form.
James enjoyed his session with Sylvie. Unlike some of his other clients, she listened intently and followed his instruction without an argument. Not that she needed much instruction; James was always shocked at the number of fit, sexy women who came to trainers as if they were slovenly pigs. He really had to work on not getting too entranced by Sylvie, though. He'd originally gotten into personal training as a way to parlay his lifetime of fitness into a career, but he quickly discovered his own penchant for dominance, especially when paired up with young, beautiful women. He knew it wasn't the best to take such intense sexual pleasure from seeing a girl contort her body in painful positions, but it sure was a job perk! He felt himself harden a bit as Sylvie repeatedly practiced her squat form at his behest, without complaint and with her thin tights spread across her ass.
"Alright, our session is done for the day. How are you feeling?" James asked as he unracked the weights.
"Tired, but good! My legs feel a little sore, is there any kind of stretch you'd recommend?" Sylvie said.
"Actually, since we're here, I can probably work that for you on one of our massage tables," James answered, pointing to a cluster of rooms to the side. "They're all private, so you won't be exposed or anything."
Sylvie had been hoping he'd offer a massage. "I'd love that! Doesn't the gym close soon?" Sylvie asked.
