I have a personal training business, mostly with clients who I see in their home or business. I'm also affiliated and do part time work for a local upscale health club. Besides doing fitness evaluations and consultations with new members, I train a couple of people there each week. It's a good mix for me, with the bulk of my income coming from my own business, while the ten hours a week I do at the gym provides me a base to work out of, and is a good source for finding new clients. And I enjoy the social aspect of it too, meeting new people each week and also bullshitting with the long time members.
I came in for my shift one afternoon recently and checked the appointment book to see if any orientations or workouts had been scheduled for me. Mostly, during a four or five hour shift, there will be at least one person penciled in for me to take through a basic fitness evaluation and workup, which consists of a health questionnaire, body fat analysis, blood pressure reading, and a simple flexibility and strength assessment. Many times these are people who've just signed up, and based on their goals, it can be a good opportunity to get a new client.
It was after 2 o'clock, and the gym was starting to clear out. The lunchtime crowd was finishing up with their workouts and showers, and except for the odd straggler or soccer mom, the gym doesn't do much business until the late afternoon, when people start trickling in after work. In the corner of the large room, past the weights and a row of cardio machines, is a small office that we use for consultations. It's not only small, but half the room is taken up by boxes, and storing cleaning supplies. The only usable part is an eight by ten section that has a chair and a small, low cabinet that we use as a desk. The office has a window that looks out into the gym that can be closed with a blind for privacy. I sat down and looked through the spiral appointment book we use to for evaluations and consults, and I saw a name pencilled in for 2:30...Melissa Bentson. I didn't recognize it, so she was most likely a new member. I'd probably go upstairs to the reception desk to ask about her. She also could be waiting upstairs for me if she wasn't sure where to go.
Closing the book, I opened up the drawer that we keep supplies in, and took out a cloth measuring tape, bodyfat caliper, pencil and piece of paper. I also checked the small fridge we had in the office to see if we had bottled water. Then I left the office and went out into the main area of the gym, to look around.
The large, high ceilinged room had cardio machines lining one end...rows of treadmills and elliptical machines and bikes, facing banks of TV screens. The whole rest of the room contained the bulk of the free weights and weight machines, with benches and racks against the opposite wall. Off the main wall are the locker rooms, with an adjacent fifteen by twenty foot area with a padded mat that's used for stretching and floor work. I went into the lifting area to straighten up some weights that were left out, and was putting a pair of dumbells back on the rack when I heard a familiar voice from behind me.
"Hey...it's about time you did some work around here, this place is a mess!" I turned to see Jimmy, one of the regulars at the club. He was in his early sixties, and a very friendly and talkative guy, sometimes even too much. But I liked him...he was one of our "hardcore" regulars, like our version of Norm from the old TV show Cheers. Exercising, at least his version of it...meant talking, walking around, sipping coffee, talking some more, then taking a leisurely shower...and there were days that he probably in the gym for three hours or more.
"Jimmy, why don't you just fill out an application and get a job...maybe make some money while you're here all day? Then I'd be allowed to tell you to go fuck yourself without getting fired."
He laughed, "Nah...I'm done with working. And anyway, it would ruin the experience for me. How am I gonna hit on all the ladies if I have to worry bout doing work?"
"What...that stops me?" I grinned.
Jimmy was a small guy with an athletic build that belied his years, with salt and pepper hair, and light blue eyes that brightened when he sidled up to one of the numerous younger women that knew him from his years there. They mostly got a kick out of his good natured attention. He was what you...or they... would call harmless.
"You have a good point there...what ever happened to that good looking woman you used to train on Tuesdays? You know the one...reddish brown hair, nice tits?" He sat down on a flat bench in front of me. "Don't tell me nothing was going on between you two...she followed you around here like a puppy."
"Jimmy, I'm not sure if you ARE the shit...or just FULL of shit. But you're funny. For the record, nothing was 'going on' between us...she just likes training. And she moved to a new house like a half-hour from here so I train her there. And without you snooping around, now we can really fool around."
He laughed, and leaned back to lie on the bench. I grabbed another stray dumbell to put back on the rack, and saw a woman standing by the door to the fitness office, reading one of the instruction posters we have up on the wall. She looked to be medium height, blonde, and had an athletic build. Her back was to me and she was wearing a pink tank top and faded black tights that hugged her firm butt, and tapered down over muscular thighs and calves to white running shoes.
Jimmy had finished his set and sat up on the bench, and was looking her way. "Wow...will you look at that? That has to be the best ass I've seen in here all week...do you know her?"
She was stretching now with her feet about shoulder width apart and legs straight, and bending down towards her toes. She pushed her ass out as she stretched down, and even from where we were, about 30 feet away, it seemed like I could see every crease and fold of her ass and crotch detailed in her dark tights. I also saw her nice sized chest push out into her top as she slowly straightened up.
"Yeah...that is one killer body, I will give you that. If I'm lucky, she's the appointment I'm waiting for to do a fitness evaluation."
Jimmy laughed and shook his head. "Did I say that I didn't want to work here? Cause I want to take that back. I think I could be a very useful and productive employee."
The blonde woman had turned around and faced us now, looking out into the gym. Her hands were on her hips and I could see head on what a beautiful athletic body she had. Not muscular in a bulky kind of way, but more of a strong athletic build. And one with absolutely beautiful breasts...bigger than the proverbial 'champagne glass' but not huge, and I could see a glimpse of her nipples from where I stood.
I patted his shoulder as I walked by him, "Ok Jimmy, I'll talk to you later. And unlike you, I have work to do."
I made my way towards the office and saw her turn sideways to read something posted on the bulletin board on the wall by the window. As I got nearer I saw that her tights looked well worn, like a favorite old pair that you didn't want to throw out. They were completely molded to her legs and ass, like a second skin with no visible lines anywhere. They looked more like a thin pair of cotton stockings that had been washed one too many times than a pair of workout tights.
"Excuse me...you wouldn't happen to be Melissa, would you?"
She turned to face me and smiled. "Hi, and yes I am! Are you Steve? They told me with my membership I can get some kind of health assessment? I really just want to have someone help me with setting up a program and ask about the personal training rates."
She had dark blonde hair with highlights streaked in it, that fell just past her shoulders, and hazel green eyes. Her nose was strong and wide and her lips were a light pink, it looked like she was wearing lipstick or gloss. Her shoulders and arms were sharply defined and lightly tanned, and it was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra under her tank top. Up close, I saw that her breasts weren't as big as they looked like when I first saw her, but their firm shape was accentuated by her lean frame and chest, And they were capped by slightly upturned, eraser like nipples, outlined under the thin fabric of her top. The overall effect was stunning...and that she could walk around displaying herself like this, looking almost like she was bodypainted with an airbrush...was startling. She was either a teasing exhibitionist or was blissfully unaware of the impact that she had on people. Or men.
I stuck my hand out and we shook. Her hand was warm and her handshake strong. "Yep...I'm Steve, I'll be the one who'll take you through your assessment. So, we need to fill out a form, and we'll be good to go. Not a big deal. We'll do it all in the office, it's quiet and we'll have more privacy there. And I apologize in advance for the mess in there, there's not alot of room with stuff we keep stored in there. And it's also hot as hell...something to do with it being connected to the heating duct from upstairs."
