Gail Ram worked for a company that thought a healthy employee was a productive employee. When one of her annual exams showed she was off on her blood work, her body fat was off, and her percentages were off, there was a reasonable concern for keeping her job. She decided to cut off the manager going after her by joining a fitness place before the talk took place. At least it would show she was trying to get back into shape.
Going to three places, two had only average workout equipment, nobody seeming to be happy or willing to communicate if she worked out. The third one had a good selection of equipment, very friendly people as well, as she realized staff and clients chatted back and forth, something not seen in the other two.
A staff member came over, handing her a brochure on what was available. He kept indicating she looked fit several times, Gail aware she had some flab on her twenty-seven-year-old body. She was uncomfortable as he talked about a personal trainer special being run, only three hundred a month instead of five for a year signup. Gail couldn't imagine this guy being her personal trainer, not when he kept eyeing her up and down in street clothes.
A petite redhead walked over, almost dancing to the lively music piped in. She was grinning, her eyes full of mischief as she looked at Gail and stuck out her hand.
"Sandy, I'm a personal trainer for those who don't want to be ogled by a guy who thinks his stupidity is sexy."
Gail shook her hand, noting the guy in question simply rolled his eyes, making Sandy laugh a bit. Sandy looked Gail up and down.
"Okay, as he's probably stressed over and over, you look like you're in shape. Did he ever bother to ask why you might want a personal trainer?"
Gail liked this approach, knowing she didn't have to have one, for she could just walk in and do her own workout. But at least Sandy seemed to want to know what areas she needed work on and why.
She told her about the exam, the blood work coming back worse than before and a boss who was almost psychotic about the fact an employee not caring about their health was an employee not caring about their job. Sandy looped her arm into Gail's and led her away to talk about some equipment she'd want to use. She explained how the machines worked and why they would help to get her into shape. She left the place signed up for a year, Sandy her new personal trainer.
The first two visits, after being glared at by her boss for being unhealthy, went smoothly as Sandy was more interested in where Gail was now as to where Gail was going to be later. She talked about the steps, baby steps at first to get her into shape, then larger steps to get the body in harmony, aka, no flab.
After the first two visits, the workouts were harder, Gail ticking off muscles she didn't know she had. A measurement of Gail, showing her how her body mass had changed, how her actual workouts had improved, all geared to make Gail feel a lot better.
The workouts got more intense, at least to Gail. If she didn't push herself down enough, Sandy's hand would be on her butt, pushing until aligned. Sandy also changed the wording as they talked, calling Gail a good girl for her trainer, her trainer happy with how the good girl was progressing. At first, Gail thought it was weird, but after a few more sessions, didn't give the comments a thought. She also didn't think twice when Sandy offered her a small bottle of water after each session.
To celebrate hitting two of the goals Sandy had set her, they hit the whirlpool together, bathing suits soaking as the jets pumped into muscles. When Gail had an ache in her calf, Sandy grabbed the leg, rubbing under the water to soothe the ache, Gail sighing with happiness at the relief. Sandy insisted on quid pro quo, so Gail had to massage one of Sandy's legs as well. For whatever reason, she didn't think it odd and didn't mention it to Gary that night.
After a late workout, she finished off the offered small bottle of water as Sandy talked to her. Then Sandy grinned, leading her to a tall man, well built, who seemed to be trying to make Sandy laugh.
"Gail, this sadistic guy is my husband, Mike."
Gail smiled, shaking his hand as he held it out. He held the hand as he looked Gail up and down with a smile, a twinkle in his eyes.
"So you a trainer as well or just a client who almost doesn't need a trainer?"
His voice was mellow, a radio voice, the way he spoke and articulated making her blush. She assured him she was only a client.
"A good girl as well." Sandy inserted, "That's why she's in good shape for you to flirt with her like a shameless hussy."
"Well, she managed to distract me from making you laugh enough to snort."
Gail laughed at that, Sandy explaining that was why her husband was a sadist, always wanting to make his wife laugh so hard she'd snort at him. Mike talked a bit, Gail thinking his tones were so nice, almost sexy to listen to before Sandy led her husband away. Gail didn't mention Mike when she talked to Gary at dinner.
The workouts got more intense, Gail having a hard time thinking it could be worse, but Sandy somehow made it worse. On the flip side, her blood work came back within the normal ranges, Gail thinking she didn't need a personal trainer anymore, Sandy laughed at her.
"Check the contract, Gail. You signed for a year including paying me whether you use me or not. My job is to be there on time and work you to death. Your job is to pay me even if you don't show. So, you can drop me, but you still have to pay me."
"In that case, you're stuck with me."
Sandy laughed a bit, undid the cap of a small bottle of blue liquid before handing it to Gail, telling her it was for her electrolytes and to drink up to celebrate. Gail took the offered bottle and after a few sips, drank it down, Sandy usually offering her small bottles of water during and after their workouts. She followed Sandy into a private office to go over future workouts.
Seated in a comfortable chair, Gail thought she did too much as she seemed tired. Sandy came over to sit next to her.
"You're not tired, Gail, you are just happy to be a good girl for your trainer. See how relaxed you are, how pleasant you feel being a good girl for your trainer."
Gail licked her lips as she watched Sandy move the chair, so they were facing each other, Sandy's hands on Gails thighs.
"That's the way, Gail, all that nice feeling about doing what your trainer wants you to do, how to listen to what you are told, how pleasant it is to just do as told by your trainer. Remember all the times I put my hands on you and your body was aroused at the idea your trainer would touch you. Do you remember those erotic and pleasant feelings when I touch you?"
Gail had to blink, remembering she was touched but not erotically. Just the way of getting into the proper form to do the exercise. A blink later, well, maybe it was just a bit erotic to be touched by this petite red headed body of energy, a bit more, maybe, as she felt her trainer's hands on her thighs, her body feeling warmer and tingling with pleasure at the touch, the way her trainer spoke to her. Gail nodded.
"Good girl, Gail, good girl for remembering my touch is erotic to you, make you feel aroused and wish for more. That's what you wish isn't it?"
Gail nodded.
"Very good, my good girl. You want to be my favorite good girl?" Gail nodded, "My favorite good girl who listens to her trainer and does what her trainer tells her to do?" Gail nodded, "My favorite girl who can't wait for her trainer to touch her and tell her what to do. Does my favorite girl want to always obey her trainer so she can be trained in all the makes her trainer happy?" Gail nodded again.
"Excellent, Gail. You are quickly becoming my favorite client, the one I most want to train to make me happy. You want more training, don't you, Gail? To be a good girl?"
