My friend Nicole had been with her personal trainer for two months now and had gone down two dress sizes. She wasn't fat to start with, she had just kept on a few extra pounds since she had the kids, but now that the youngest had started school, she decided it was time to get back to her once luscious shape. I could really see the difference. Her stomach had trimmed right down and was now flat. She'd lost all love handles and her ass and thighs were almost muscley. She had dark brown hair and stood about 5' 7". Her boobs had shrunk a bit as a result, but overall, she was smokin'!
We were both married to successful husbands, which meant we didn't have to work and had become friends through playgroup as our youngest were the same age. I didn't put on as much weight with my kids and was always the slimmer one, until now that is. I promised myself I would workout at home, but something always distracted me, resulting in no change in my fitness.
My name is Karen and I still had love handles and a bit of a wobbly butt. My legs could have done with some exercise but I could still turn heads with my 'D' cup boobs and shoulder length blonde hair.
One day I was meeting Nicole for coffee at the local shopping centre when she arrived with a new summer dress on looking fantastic. It was then I decided that I would have to get in shape as well and not go about it 'half-assed'. Whatever she did in that personal training session must be working, so I thought I would find out more about it.
"You're looking great today," I said as we met.
"Yeah, I just got this dress yesterday. It's great being able to buy sexy dresses instead of the normal crap I used to have to wear." Nicole said confidently, sitting down in the booth.
"Gee, thanks! Just rub it in, why don't you." I exclaimed, not really in shock, but just mucking around.
"No, I wasn't referring to you at all. I'm just saying I feel great ever since I've been going to these personal training sessions with Victor."
"I've noticed. You haven't really mentioned anything about these sessions or Victor. Tell me all about it, as I'm interested in getting into shape too." I said.
"Well, he has this way of bringing out the best in me," She said quite proudly.
"What about me? Would he be able to bring the best out in me?" I asked. She finally got the hint that I wanted to join her in her training sessions and her face changed, blushing slightly.
Looking back down at her cup she said, "Well, his methods are quite alternative – I don't think you'd like the way he likes to work people, plus, he's very expensive. You just got that new Merc, you know. Haven't you got enough outgoings?"
That made me see red, but I didn't let on and kept my cool rather well by saying, "We're doing ok financially at the moment thanks. How much does he charge?"
"You have to sign up for 2 sessions per week over 10 weeks at $100 per session. That's $2000 up front and you might not even like it," she said.
For some reason she was trying to put me off the idea. She did have a bitchy streak and probably didn't like the idea of me getting in shape and looking better than her. The facts were that we didn't really have $2000 to spare but to be honest, I really didn't like the way she was in better shape than me, so to hell with the money, I wanted in!
Nicole spoke to Victor and he agreed to train both of us together, so she picked me up a couple of days later as she lived nearby. We were both wearing mid-thigh shorts and sports tops. When we arrived Nicole pointed to the garage on the side of Victor's house and advised me that this garage was his 'gym'.
He must have seen us arrive because he raised the front door of the garage to greet us. He was about 6 foot tall and was wearing a black singlet with short black, tight shorts. He had a broad muscular chest and big arms. Very well toned all over, had skinny, but muscular legs. He had short dark hair, graying at the edges and looked to be in his late 40s. He was not handsome, but not ugly either and looked powerful.
He shook my hand firmly and asked how determined I was to lose weight and get into shape. I said that I was willing to give it everything I had and nothing was going to stop me.
"Goooood," he replied, giving Nicole a sly grin.
He took all my measurements and then explained that we would do reps of 10 different exercises. Each session I would be required to do one more rep than I did in the last session. For example, with the bench press, if I did 5 reps in my first session, I would need to do 6 in the next session, 7 in the one after that and so on. He also said that the first session was free, so it all sounded great.
The gym was set out with about a half a dozen different apparatuses and weights everywhere. In the corner was a desk covered in about half a dozen folders which must have been records of his other clients.
We started working out, taking turns on the same exercise or equipment. I really wanted to get everything I could out of these sessions, so I pushed myself extra hard and did as many reps as I could. This ended up being a mistake, as I should have taken it easy and then slowly worked up more reps with each session, but part of me wanted to show off to Nicole, and I also wanted to impress my new trainer.
Nicole was up to a lot more reps than me and was struggling with a few of the exercises. Each time though, she would really push herself and get that extra rep out and then smile, happy she had done her quota. Victor was jotting down the amount of reps we both did in a folder.
We were up to the tenth exercise – the bench press. I went first and did four reps of the weight Victor had put on for me. We were both exhausted and very sweaty as it was hot in the garage, even though there was a fan that oscillated the air around.
