03 - Training grounds
From the room she was in, the sound of the afternoon highway traffic below almost couldn't be heard at all. Through the wall- high window she could see into a nice little garden with a freshly mowed lawn, white stones and high palm trees, complete with a distant choir of bird song. The scenery was so perfect that she almost felt the need to complain to someone that there wasn't a small fountain with a marble Cupid in the middle of it all. But – she straightened up a little - she knew the last thing she wanted to do was complaining. She still felt nervous, and held the key she had used to lock herself in, in a tight fist until she finally remembered to put it back into her purse. There really shouldn't be any need to be nervous; she felt she could trust Jean entirely. She wasn't cheated into this. She couldn't be. There simply was no need to. She knew she had plans to make money on her skills after the completion of the training, so why hide anything? And why not combine business with pleasure?
She realised the reason she was nervous first of all was because of the experience itself, the training about to begin. Would it be as exciting as she hoped it would be? Was it really true? Was there really a world like the one Jean had outlined to her? She was hoping this day would give her the hints of the realities of things. Hoping...
It took another 10 minutes of nervous itches in the stomach until she heard the faint sound of a car coming up the driveway and finding a place in the parking lot at the main entrance. With her heart pounding she listened intensively, and could hear voices and the slamming of doors as someone crossed the yard and entered the building. Then there were some minutes of relaxed activities, lights came on, some low classical music caressed the walls, and the smell of coffee spread throughout the air ducts. Anne got even more nervous, and felt her pulse all the way out to her earlobes.
All of a sudden the door swung open. She nearly jumped in her seat. Jean breezed in along with another lady. They were carrying a tray of service, a folded tablecloth and some other things, obviously for the room she was in. They both stopped when they saw her.
"Anne! Are you here already? We didn't expect you in half an hour yet!"
"I know", Anne smiled shyly as she got to her feet, facing the two smiling ladies, "but I was afraid to be late. You know... traffic!"
Jean laughed; "we just came to make the reception room a little less sterile... a little friendlier for your arrival if you like". She put her things down on the table and turned to the woman standing beside her. "Pam, this is Anne, our new student. Anne this is Pamela Vasquez, my friend and close associate".
They greeted and hugged and Anne immediately felt calmer again, although she didn't know if she quite liked Pam's appearance as much as Jean's. Pam was a brunette of about 40, not looking much latin at all in spite of the name. To Anne she had a classical cool beauty about her, narrow waist and broad hips, medium sized tits and long, powerful legs. Like Jean herself she was perfectly fit and reflected maturity, but no wear. She was wearing an outfit looking something like a nurse, although the edge of a dark skirt protruding from under the white coat suggested that it was just thrown on as she walked in.
"If you're ready, Anne dear, we'll take you into the studio and really show you our facilities", Jean told her, gently leading her by the hand into the same hallway as last time. From there they went in through the white door saying
studio 4
.
When they stood inside, Anne couldn't help but staring at the facilities.
"Obviously", Jean explained, smiling at Anne's expression, "during normal days this is an ordinary gym studio where we do lessons of yoga, aerobics and spins. Our special trainings take place in the evenings only, or like now, at the week- ends.
The room was looking quite like a small studio, with deep green carpets, mirror- covered walls with a sky- blue colour. Daylight came down through huge roof windows. A wall curtain split the room so the exercise machines were at the other side. The only tings remaining in their part of the room were a standard coach and table corner section, and some other deep leather chairs.
The soft classical music came from discreet speakers somewhere in the back. A huge flower decoration along with champagne on ice was put at the middle of the table. The whole place smelled of flowers and leather furniture and clean surfaces. Knowing what she was in for, she didn't feel that the room had a particularly erotic atmosphere, but she was sure she could get used to it.
Pamela came in after them with a new tray of cups and a fresh can of coffee and tea.
"As you can see", Jean started, looking at the casually scattered furniture, we have tried to produce an atmosphere of relaxed comfort, where we can all fully concentrate on the ...... oh! There's Mary".
Everybody looked up and turned to the newcomer entering the room from the showers at the opposite side. She was a stunning beauty, also about 40; definitely with a nock- out figure underneath the white towel she was wearing to cover her bust- down. Her hair was rolled up in a towel ball as well, but Anne could tell that she was a brunette, actually almost completely black haired. She came towards them with a beaming smile.
"Anne, this is Mary Roberts, Mary, this is Anne, our new pupil starting her training today".
"I'm soooo pleased to meet you" the newcomer exclaimed, grabbing her hands with her stronger and kissing her on both cheeks.
There were a few remarks back and forth until Mary then turned and left the room the same way she came in, excusing herself that she should finish preparing for the lecture.
Jean motioned towards the couch, and the tree of them sat down with the coffee. For a moment Anne wondered why there wasn't anything on the table with the coffee, but then she remembered – and knew.
"So, Anne how do you like our facilities?"
"It's great! If I wasn't so nervous, I would feel completely perfect here". She laughed and sighed with a slightly shaking voice.
Jean and Pam smiled. "Look Anne, there's
