"Val, you're on deck in five," Val's manager called out.
Val had just woken up ten minutes ago and obviously forgot that she was Soup of the Day. Her jaw bounced up and down forcefully as she chomped her cereal down quickly. Val thrived on adventure and excitement as early as eight years old. Now, she stood at 5'9", towering over most women, with dark piercing brown eyes. As Val finished her meal, she stood up to address the new crowd. Her curly long brown hair was pulled haphazardly in a bun on the top of her head. Though usually, tiny frizzy curls sprang every which way, Val had managed to find time to tame them with water.
"Good morning everyone! How are we doing this morning?" Val said through the microphone.
Some people just stared at her. Others responded with, "Great. How 'bout you?"
Val longed to go back to her bed, but nevertheless gave them all she had. "Welcome to Radman's Park!! I'm Val, Soup of the Day. Soup of the Day is another name for your mealtime announcer. I'll be informing you about everything concerning Radman's Park. Let me start off by telling you about us."
The dining room hall, composed of easily two-hundred people, quieted down as Val began. "Radman's Park has a staff of 100 people, old and new alike. Some of us are connoisseurs in athletics...like our very own Ray from Australia." The 6" blonde tan man stood up and waved one lanky arm back and forth.
"Consider small but mighty Reese who could show you how to wind surf." Short Reese smiled and waved brightly for everyone. "I could stand here and introduce everyone, but it would take all day. That's why I'm leaving it up to you to get out there and experience Radman's staff for yourself. Don't be afraid to ask for directions or just start up a conversation. We are all friendly and care for you. I assume we all got tours in last night?" Val looked to Rob, her manager, to affirm this. He nodded.
"Great to hear! I need 5 Radman staff up here. They will be passing out the weekly agendas of activities that we are having. These are subject to change due to weather. As it's pretty sunny here in California most of the time, we don't expect that too much. In the case of rain or severe weather, we'll take the necessary precautions. On a final note, if you haven't figured it out yet...plates, cups, and silverware all go in separate bins. And please throw away your trash. As for that, I think we will be dismissing very shortly."
Once all the agendas were passed out, Val said, "Dismissed," and waved her hand gently. She threw away her plastic bowl and put her spoon and cups in separate bins. She started to walk away when Rob shouted half jokingly, "Where the fuck do you think you're going?"
Val had intentions of weightlifting, but held her tongue, "Depends where the shortcomings are?" "That's what I thought. Sterling is short a trainer in the weight room. Would you?"
"Hey, why did you hire me after all? Good timing, correct?"
"Yes, Val. It was good timing. And you could beat my ass any day."
Val's tanned face broke into a smile. "Well, funny you mention it, because I was just headed over to the weight room to weight lift. I could beat your ass, but I don't think my heart or head would allow it. I'm too in love with this job. I'm just tired right now. Some work will do me some good."
"Thanks Val."
"No. Thank you."
Val jogged slowly to the weight room which was about a half a mile away from the dining room. About twenty people were seated on the floor listening to Sterling explain the importance of weight training.
"And speaking of weight training, here comes one of our trainers herself. Val..."
"Hey Mr. Sterling Silver. Thought I'd help you rope 'em in."
"You're always my assistant, never my co" Sterling whispered. Sterling's buzzed hair could not make his personality more alive. His eyes bulged out when he talked and his body seemed to be wiggling about while he talked, almost as if he were in a trance of some sort. Val frankly did not like Sterling's actions, but still gave him respect.
Val left the class room and worked her upper body out while Sterling showed off to the class. Finally, after he was done, Sterling took them into the massive weight room and indicated, "Men come with me. Women go with Val." Val hated Sterling for his biased against women.
"Before I give you general instructions for the machines, does anyone have any questions?" Val asked.
A women with naturally blonde hair shot her hand up.
Val's eyebrows raised and replied, "Go ahead."
"What if we're familiar with the basics? Can we just start lifting?"
Val loved assertive people and rarely did she run across them. "The more experienced you are the less I have to blab on about. Just make sure you know what you're doing. Okay?"
"Okay, but what if we have specific questions?"
"We'll let me get to the beginners first. And then I'll address your questions."
"Thanks."
For the next hour or so, Val introduced the women to the bench press, lat pulls, squats, pull-ups, leg press, and other such machines. She showed them the proper form and how to adjust settings. She also advised them to start off slow and then elevate their workout. She told them if they had any questions it was better to ask, then to do it wrong. The women that were eager tried the machines first while Val assessed what they did right and wrong aloud. The students learned better this way. By the end of the hour, Val shared, "Congrats ladies. You may now call yourselves weight trainers. Remember that aerobic exercise isn't everything. You can burn weight by lifting too."
The naturally blonde lady tapped Val lightly on her shoulder. When Val breathed in, she smelled fresh fruit. She stood a few inches shorter than Val. As she started to speak, Val felt her eyes checking her out north, south, west, and even east. Val noticed her green eyes that burned with energy. Her skin was fairly dark for the summer. She had hardly a pound of fat on her as she was very small-boned; though Val judged her boobs to be at least C's. She wasn't for sure. To add to that, her ass was shaped perfectly with just the right amount of muscle.
The babe clapped her small hands in front of Val's face to get my attention. "Val! I'm trying to ask you something."
"Huh? Oh yes? I'm sorry."
"Well? What's your answer?"
"I'm sorry. I didn't hear your question."
The goddess laughed out loud. She repeated, "Okay. I've been weightlifting on and off for three years now. I like to consider myself toned, but I want to get bigger. Not like bulkier like men. But I want to be able to hold my own. You know what I mean?"
After listening this time, Val shared, "Yes, I understand. You need to know that we women can never get as big as men. We have 10% of their testosterone. Thus, it is harder and it takes more time to gain muscle. But you can get muscle. Got that?"
"Yeah, but how did I build my strength up?"
"Well, it depends where you want the power. Where do you want to have muscle?"
The blonde-headed girl started to blush a little bit and said, "Well, I saw you working out while we were in class and I have to admit that you are pretty damn strong. I don't know which muscles or exercises you were working, but I like how you are proportioned." After she said this, her eyes darted to the floor.
Val couldn't help but wonder, "Is this girl hitting on me? Or is she just being friendly?" Val shook her head and thought, "I am purely professional..." Thus, she responded, "Thank you for that. Um, I'm a big proponent of the bench press, lat pulls, pull-ups, and anything else that works my triceps. Now these machines, if you do them right, will give you strength. Not fitness or skill. Though you seem like you have the fitness down, you may need to take a defense class or something. I highly advise you build the muscle first."
