Body Rock Fitness is a boutique gym, just outside of Palm Springs, that attracts a mix of serious bodybuilders, fitness models, and wealthy folk who want to look like bodybuilders and fitness models. Or at least look at them.
Deja had opened the gym a couple of years ago. Being a fitness model throughout her 20s had been a lot of fun, working out for a living, paid trips to tropical places, and meeting lots of other fit, attractive, adventurous people, but when she entered her 30s, she found herself enjoying the home life a bit more. She had a community of friends here, a cozy house in the hills, and plenty of time to workout, cook, and establish lasting relationships with the people around her. She started picking up personal training clients here and there, growing her clientele to the point where she had to start turning down new clients. Eventually she took a leap and built Body Rock.
She was single. For years it had been hard to keep a long term romantic relationship with all of the traveling and hanging around beautiful people. And during this time, she had longed for the stability to settle down with a special someone. Yet, now that she was more settled, and she had the opportunity to build something with a partner, she found herself actively remaining unattached. Not for lack of admirers; she was outgoing and still smoking hot, and attracted attention everywhere, from fit body builders to rich business men to young adventurous runway models who hired her to keep them in shape.
But instead of looking for a soulmate among the suitors, she was enjoying a buffet of sexual experiences. She realized that she loved sharing her powerful body with others. To her, sex was an artistic expression, a natural extension of her passion for health and the human physique. She was getting older, perhaps past her prime as a fitness model, but she was awakening an erotic force inside of her that was as inspiring as perhaps anything she had experienced before.
So for now, she was more than happy to remain single and let her passion guide her; not just to have lots of sex, but also to evangelize health and fitness through her ambitious activities at Body Rock.
"Oh my god that's delicious," said Christina after a big gulp of the fresh smoothie Deja had made for her. "What a workout!"
Christina was one of Deja's favorite clients, a married young lawyer who loved to go hard every session. And five sessions a week meant there was lots of time to talk about life and get to know each other, and also lots of time for Deja to discreetly admire Christina's body. She had a plump round butt and a pair of white perky tits -- a sporty body that was always framed in a Lululemon sports bra and tights. Deja had watched over the months as their intense workout routine not only refined Christina's figure, but also seemed to build a surge in her demeanor and confidence. Deja felt like an artist painting a large oil canvas, bringing to life not just a sexy body but also a stronger spirit and a nuanced character, a new Christina, now the picture of perfection.
But still, Deja had to keep reminding herself to keep things professional. She had hooked up with some clients, but always let them make the first move. Of course, if that move ever did happen, she would be ready, as she had fantasized about it countless times.
"Great hustle on those hang power cleans. You muscled through them." Deja gave Christina a fist pound and smiled confidently, the perfect porcelain whiteness of her teeth shining brightly against a smooth dark coffee bean complexion. Christina returned a modest smile, flattered. "Really," Deja assured her, "you're becoming a panther."
She noticed Christina lightly touch her own bicep. She knew the feeling of a pumped muscle, and she knew how irresistible it was to admire your own body in that way, engorged with blood from a well crafted workout. A male lover once told Deja that when he was hard, it felt just like a pumped muscle, a cocktail of euphoria and lust. Christina looked at Deja. "I'm spent from the workout but I kind of want to do a little more to keep feeling this pump."
"I'm so down." The hour was over, but it was Friday evening and Deja didn't have anymore clients today, so she had time for a little extra work on the house. "Let's go over to the bench with your husband and see if we can join."
Vlad, Christina's husband, was repping out bench presses. Another gym member, Kai, was spotting. Vlad often lifted while his wife had her sessions with Deja. He was athletic and had always stayed active, but lately he had been putting on extra muscle. Christina had mentioned this to Deja recently, confiding in her that his bigger, harder body had been nice to wrap her arms around and, of course, legs around. He grunted as he pushed through his last rep at 225 lbs.
Deja and Christina walked over as he finished. "Nice set man," said Kai, helping Vlad rack the bar. "You're getting into some legit weight now." Kai was one of the fitness models who frequented Body Rock. He had a v-shaped frame and was super cut. He made a living posing for magazine blurbs and supplement ads, and he had to stay chiseled and muscular without looking like a hulk. His Samoan father and Italian mother had given him a wonderfully unique and intriguing face with a strong jaw, Asian eyes, and full lips.
"Do you hot boys mind if we work in?" Deja asked. Flattery was not a cheap sales trick to keep her membership happy. She just loved to flirt, and did it unapologetically. She owned the damn gym, so she was going to enjoy it. Of course, she knew both Vlad and Kai well, so calling them "hot" was taken as pretty innocent gym chatter.
"Yeah hop in. Christina you sure you want to toss some iron with us?" Kai teased.
"Oh you think I can't hang? Let me get 115 on there." Kai and Vlad grinned and changed the weights on the bar. Christina was doing less than they had, of course, but 115 was a respectable women's bench press weight. Christina set herself on the bench, braced, took a deep breath in, and ripped through 4 reps before struggling through a 5th.
"Get one more," Kai encouraged as he helped her push through a 6th rep.
"Nice work baby," Vlad exclaimed proudly. Christina sat up and swung her arms around a bit, breathing deeply. It never got old for Deja, watching Christina enjoy the pump, this time in her chest and triceps. She especially loved when her female clients felt the desire for strength and muscular beauty that so many often fear as being too manly.
"Ok my turn," Deja said, excited. "I want to start at 135." She crushed 10 reps with no help.
"Damn, ok, that was amazing," Christina said. "I think I got a little turned on by how easy that was for you." She giggled. Deja knew Christina was just joking, but her imagination still ran off for a moment. When her attention returned to the room, Kai was adding plates to the bar.
"Let me get 275 buddy," said Kai, looking at Vlad.
"Right on," he said, appearing to regain his composure from some distant thought. Apparently his imagination had run off a bit too, Deja realized, grinning.
Vlad and Kai often crossed paths at Body Rock, mainly because they had similar workout schedules. Well, at least, that's probably as far as Vlad had assumed. Deja figured Kai probably didn't mind helping out Vlad, and so their matched up schedules may have been more than a coincidence. Afterall, Vlad was pretty cute with his sharp blue eyes, youthful fair skin, and light stubble on his chin and above his upper lip.
Deja, of course, knew Kai was gay, but doubted Vlad did. Most would never guess that, given the mainstream view of "masculine" looking guys. And she could tell that Kai liked that he could casually hang out with Vlad without complicating things.
Kai pushed out 8 strong reps at 275. He was wearing an old shirt with cut-off sleeves. Through the large arm holes that ran down his side, Deja admired his sweaty obliques and the sharp cliff where the bottom of his thick chest muscle met his ribs. As he stood up, she caught a glimpse of a nipple that slipped out just a bit. "My god," she thought, "I love my job."
