"I'm about to head home, same time Thursday?"
"Sure, I still need to hit my forearms today though," I fist-bumped with John and he went for showers.
It took him only a moment to get out again as he said goodbye and went home. I locked the door behind him and shrugged apologetically at the girl Mark brought in again today -- Cathy? He was somewhat condescending towards her when he brought her in the first time, but she outlasted him today.
"I am sorry for locking the place up, but we should be closing soon and it is easier when people don't get in than to make them leave. When you are finished with your workout, just shout and I will let you out."
"Sure, I will, Nathan? Do I remember your name correctly?"
"Yep, that's me," I smiled at her.
"And what if I want to work out longer than you?" she raised her eyebrow.
"Sorry, but that is not too likely. I do have pretty high endurance," I flexed my muscles happy with the appreciative look I got from her.
"Well, I think we should test that endurance of yours sometime in the future," her smile was leaving very little to interpretation.
"I don't want to burst your bubble, but I have to say, you are really not my type, sorry," I shrugged. There was no use stringing her on, it was better to let her know right from the start.
"Sure, sure, Nathan," she waved her hand as if she'd expected it. "But I hope you can still give me some pointers about these exercises if I need them. Would you mind staying close and watch me as I work out? Mark did show me a bunch of different things, but I am still not sure about some of them."
"Sure, no problem," she would not be the first or last person I did this for.
I went for some dumbbells to the other room and when I got back, she was already working out on lat pull down machine. And her technique was horrible. I had her seating position adjusted, then angle of her back and finally the way she had flared her elbows out -- only after that she was able to do a passable exercise. I got back to my dumbbells for few minutes before she switched machines and I was forced to get up again and correct everything she was doing wrong. Not that I minded helping her with something, but she was doing everything almost wrong and I doubted even Mark would be so sloppy to not teach her absolute basics.
Machines, dumbbells, barbell -- everything was a problem and I spent more time correcting her technique than doing my own workout. I was almost able to get back in the zone, but then she went for a dead-lift and I was forced to stop and prevent her from hurting herself. I checked her posture, made sure her back was straight and forced her to do few slow reps to make absolutely certain that she gets what I was telling her. Only upside was that I could sneak a few peeks down her top which had modest cleavage, but her tits were so big, that the fabric was stretched to its limit and it was minor miracle that the top didn't burst apart yet.
After that exercise I was able to catch somewhat of a break and do few more sets of my own. Cathy finished with her barbell training and was dawdling around before settling on a machine she would use next. It was a chest fly machine across from me and I tried to not make a surprised or confused face. Girls mostly avoided doing any kind of chest work here in a first place, but more importantly, when considering her previous exercises, there obviously wasn't any program or planning behind them. She just picked something at random and went with it. I debated telling her something about it, but I felt that I've already done enough for the evening and it was better for her to just move than not. And additionally -- this exercise was doing something pretty interesting to her chest. If I was worried about her top tearing before, now I was unsure what was even holding that thing in one piece.
"Am I doing something wrong again?" she asked loudly and looked really frustrated.
Only then I realized that I was probably staring at her chest for a good long time and she might have felt uncomfortable. I covered my embarrassment with a cough, put a frown on my face and went closer to inspect what she was doing as I've done times before and she did not complain at all. I prodded her to continue with her chest fly exercises. From up close her chest was looking even more impressive and I had trouble concentrating on the technique. It was complicated by the fact that she was executing this one almost perfectly, so I really had to nitpick and correct the slightest errors. Someone more experienced would probably notice that, but since she was a complete newbie, I was pretty safe and after I have corrected her enough to cover my faux pass, I turned to go back to my dumbbells.
"Would you mind watching a little longer? I am still unsure if I am doing this right," she asked sheepishly.
"Of course, if I can help you in any way," I looked back at her and smiled.
She kept her moves steady and slow, exactly as I have instructed and complimented that with deep slow breaths in the exact rhythm of the exercise. I wasn't really objecting about the opportunity to inspect her up close. Each breath expanded her top so much that I could clearly see outline of her nipples and every move was doing very interesting things with her chest.
"That's it, Nathan. I want to keep looking and keep checking that everything is in order, can you do that?"
