“Okay. I was afraid to come inside, so I called to cancel.”
“I know,” he acknowledges, smiling triumphantly. “Here’s how this is going to work. You now train with the best trainer in this state, A-Hem,” he clears his throat jokingly, “Billy Badass. So, you don’t have to be afraid of nuthin’! As far as you’re concerned, that is your gym— and I want you to walk through it like you own it. Understand?”
‘This guy is something else,’ I think, staring at him. And, knowing he would never take anything but a yes, I agree.
“Don’t worry. You’re going to earn it.” He smiles assuredly. “And, you’ll love every bit of it…I promise.” He has a wicked little smirk on his face, that leaves me wondering whether he is just being really nice or whether he is doing the unimaginable— flirting with me.
~ ~ ~
The next evening at 7pm sharp, I met with Billy for my first personal training session—and, as promised I loved every torturous second of it…
Billy was amazing—he called before I left my apartment, and had me, totally pumped up by the time I arrived at the gym. I admit I was nervous— ready to throw up, nervous. But, he met me at the front door, and just seeing him made me feel calm.
“Remember, it’s your gym,” he said. “You walk through it like you own the joint.”
“But, I don’t even have a membership yet,” I whispered, as we approached the front desk.
“Sure you do. This is your temporary membership card.” Billy scans the small card under the reader and it beeps lightly, signally the Ok to pass. “Here you go. It’s good for one month. I’ll train you twice a week during that time. If you’re happy with your results, you can get a membership, and possibly more training. If not, you’ll at least have made a cool friend.” He smiles and runs a hand through his thick curly black hair. “Hello…Hello.” His other hand waves in front of my face.
“Uh? Oh, sorry. I was just thinking about it.” Actually, I can’t stop staring at him.
His face. His body…I swear—he’s so ripped, it looks like he’s constantly flexing. His sweat suit is shiny gold nylon with white stripes running down the side of the legs, and it hugs his body like a glove. The color accents his bronze tan, and his eyes are like blue crystals set amongst his chiseled features. Tonight he has a small five o’clock shadow and it makes him look so manly. Rough, and beautiful.
“Does that sound like a plan?” he continues, leaning in handing me the pass.
“Absolutely,” I agree, smelling his cologne as he stands over me looking down and smiling. He’s close to me and I almost feel dominated by his presence. ‘I’ll remember that look tonight,’ I think as I picture my vibrator sliding over my thick pussy.
That was all it took—I spent the rest of the night as Billy’s new victim. But, instead of dying the whole time, I pictured Billy fucking me.
Every time he yelled for me to ‘Push harder!’ or ‘Dig Deeper!’ I saw Billy behind me, pulling my long hair and fucking the hell out of me. And, the harder I pushed, I think the more he got off on it. He would smile and encourage me, and when I did particularly well, he would stroke and massage me as I recovered. His touch was electrifying. At one point he stood close behind as he spotted me during bicep-barbell curls. My ass pushed back against his crotch, and with every repetition it felt like he drove his dick between my butt cheeks, damn near bringing me to orgasm. It was the last set of my workout, and when I was done I dropped to the floor completely exhausted and covered in sweat. Looking up, I saw Billy concealing a very large hard-on with his clip-board. ‘This guy really gets off on kicking peoples asses.’
That was alright with me. He could do whatever he wanted to me…And, I’d pay for it.
My body hurt so badly that first night I didn’t even think about pleasuring myself when I got home. I actually hated Billy, and fucking myself with him, was out of the question.
CHAPTER FIVE
I was surprised the next day when I received a phone call from him checking up on me.
“Hey Miss Gretchen Lane, How are you feeling?”
“Oh my God, I hate you! Am I supposed to feel like this? I’m hurting so bad.”
“Bad, like bad bad? Or a good bad?”
“Is there a difference? It’s a good bad, I guess. It just hurts,” I pout.
“You need to relax in the Jacuzzi or steam room. That’s what I do after I work out.”
“Ooh, that sounds good.”
“Hit the gym. It’s free.”
“God, I think I will after work. Will there be a lot of people?”
“You should wait until ten or so. It’s dead after that.”
“Thanks Billy. I’m going to do that.”
After promising I would show up for our next session, I thanked Billy for calling, and said goodbye.
~ ~ ~
Billy wasn’t lying— besides the young girl who sat at the front desk, the gym was empty. I scanned in and headed to the locker room to change. I decided to skip the Jacuzzi preferring the seclusion of the Sauna instead.
Steam rushes out of the door, and I can barely see as I step inside. A small overhead light barely illuminates the room, and a large figure sits on the top tier of the wooden benches lining the back wall. A towel sits wrapped around the body, and the chest remains free—exposing the sweat covered torso of a man. A second towel is draped over his head, hanging down looking at the floor.
Wanting to be alone, I turn to leave. ‘Maybe the Jacuzzi is open.’
“Hey. Where ya’ going?”
“Billy?” I ask, waving steam from my face to get a better look.
“Yep, that’s my name,” he says jokingly. Hearing his voice sends a chill up my spine, and a smile to my face, and I step into the room closing the door behind me.
“What are you doing here?” I ask, thanking God, as I hear the angels singing.
“Hopefully, getting these muscles recovered,” he answers, kneading his large thighs. “It was a brutal training session tonight,” he continues, looking up to catch me staring. I avert my eyes at the last second to keep from seeing Billy’s penis, hanging barely covered by the small towel wrapped around his waist. ‘Why did I look away? Maybe, he wanted me to see it. No, I’m being crazy.’
Moving to the far side of the steamy room, I take a seat on the lowest bench. Billy is barely visible through the thick steam floating about the dark, cedar walled room.
“What are you doing way over there? I can’t even see you, silly.” He laughs lightly, while standing up and wiping his face with the smaller towel. Tossed aside, he walks towards me with his almost naked body flexing with every step. A Roman gladiator ready for battle is what he looks like with the towel wrapped tightly around his thin waist. A young virgin locked in a small room with a warrior—his prize after winning the battle. His to do with anything he wants. My pussy tingles at the thought of being taken.
He moves to the tier behind me and sitting down he spreads his legs, holding the towel, making sure not to expose himself. “That’s better. What’s up, Miss Gretchen Lane?” he asks, smiling down at me. His sweaty body rippling from head to toe.
“I’m dying. My body feels like I’ve been in a wreck or something,” I answer, rubbing my shoulders.
“Here, turn around,” he directs. I follow his command, and leaning back, he begins massaging my shoulders.
“Oohhh, My God, that feels so good.” I melt with his touch and my muscles scream with the grip of his strong hands. Across my shoulders he caresses and rubs, as I lay against him with my eyes closed.
“Your skin is so soft,” he says, lightly dragging his fingertips across me.
“Thank you… It must be the lotion I use,” I stutter, not knowing what else to say. I don’t get many compliments, and I when I do, I always feel uncomfortable.
“I love soft skin,” he whispers. “I love caressing it…Rubbing it. It feels so good. Like…satin.”
Cooing softly, I open my eyes, watching in a dreamlike state
as Billy’s hands slide over my shoulders, and onto my full breasts. Firmly he squeezes, and his large hands sink into the soft tissue of my huge tits. My hardened nipples press through his fingers and he rolls them gently between.
“Oh, Billy,” I moan, closing my eyes and entering into a state of extreme bliss. This has got to be a dream, and I know any minute I’m going to wake up.
With soft tugs, he pulls the swollen nubs, and my pussy quivers, sending me into an instant orgasm. Responding to my pleasure, Billy’s hard dick presses against the middle of my back.
“Your breasts are beautiful,” he exclaims, squeezing and kneading the large orbs.
“Thank you,” I coo, watching his hands exploring my chest. I felt like the fourteen year old girl being felt up by the older neighbor boys, while my body shuddered through its first orgasm.
Without thinking, I pull away and turn around facing Billy, who sits with his towel opened. His enormous cock stands throbbing in front of my face, and I watch in amazement at the thick veins surrounding the long shaft. They throb and pulsate, sitting wrapped around the thumping phallus like the creeping roots of a wicked tree…and, I only want one thing.
“Can I suck on it?” I ask in a catching breath, the sheer size and girth having my heart beating uncontrollably. I feel my own wetness running from my soaked crotch as I reach out slowly with trembling hands.
“Yes,” Billy whispers, pushing his hips forward, and offering the giant member for servicing.
“Oh, my,” I gasps, as my hands wrap around the fleshy tube. This isn’t like the penises of the boys I’ve been with. This was a man size cock, and it dwarfs my hands as they slide up and down the thick shaft. I’m in awe of the beautiful specimen of male anatomy held tightly in my grip.
Billy signals his delight with a long moan, and a shudder of his hips, as small beads of pre-cum are milked from the over-sized head. I close my eyes, savoring my first lick.
“Oohhh fuuuck,” he shivers, watching my tongue lapping over the large slit.
“Mmm, you taste good,” I moan, smiling up at Billy. “I can’t believe how big you are.”
“I love to be sucked on,” he coaxes, sliding the tips of his fingers across my scalp, clamping down into my hair. I feel his body preparing to pull me down onto the giant cock, and I open my mouth to take him in side. ‘He loves to be sucked. I hope he loves mine,’ I pray, as my lips cover the mushroomed head.
With thrusting hips, Billy guides himself in and out of my mouth, holding me tightly by the hair— and I suck eagerly wanting so badly to please him. Several loud groans escape his lips, motivating me to increase the momentum of my sucking. I flick my tongue viciously over his head, before slowing down and tracing the rounded edge of the tip. My prayers are answered when his body spasms, and begins to jerk wildly as he starts to cum.
Quickly, my mouth fills with semen forcing me to swallow deeply, as Billy hold me down on his pumping cock. ‘Swallow, swallow, swallow,’ is all I can think, as I’m overwhelmed by Billy’s massive load. Coughing and gagging I try to retreat, but there is none to be had as semen drips from the sides of my mouth, with Billy holding me down.
“Oh yes! Oh, Fuck! Yes! Take it, Gretchen! Take it all!” Billy screams, forcing his huge dick down my throat. With pleading eyes I look up at Billy, crying for relief. “I’m almost done! Keep sucking! Oh, yeeeees!” he continues, through closed eyes and clenched teeth. His body shudders to a halt before withdrawing the immense dick. My lips pucker like a fish as they drag along the exiting pole— my mouth comes off with a gasps, as I suck in welcomed air, watching the bouncing cock.
“That was crazy,” I say, grabbing his dick, rubbing it over my face covering it with small kisses. I’ve never experienced a man cumming like that before, and it was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
His body ticks and jumps with sensitivity, as I hold him in my hands licking up and down the length worshiping his dick.
Billy wipes my cheek, bringing a thick finger with a small amount of cum to my mouth. I open and suck on the tip of his finger as he watches smiling.
Taking my face in his hands, he leans down hovering over my mouth. Soft and passionate he kisses me, before licking my lips and neck free of his own cum. I’ve never had anyone kiss me after having me do anything to them, especially sucking on them. Usually, guys couldn’t wait to get away from me afterwards... I feel like I’m going to cry.
We spend the next fifteen minutes with Billy sucking on my tits, and making out, ending with me again stroking on Billy’s swollen cock. This time it takes a little longer, but ends the same— with Billy shooting another massive load across the room. My hands twisting up and down the softening tool, with Billy moaning until he’s done.
~ ~ ~
“Okay, so needless to say. This is our secret,” Billy says, wrapping the towel around his waist.
“Oh, absolutely,” I agree. I knew something like this would be coming—I’m sure he doesn’t want anyone to know he got a blow job in the sauna from the fat chick. My sadness is fleeting as the reality that I just had sex with a gorgeous hunk, hits me. And, he’s still being nice. At least, trying to be, anyway.
“Only because, I could get fired if the owners find out. It’s strictly against company policy to have any kind of relationship with a client.”
“Technically, I’m not a client yet,” I retort, knowing he’s right, but just wanting to hear something that will make me feel like it’s not an excuse to blow me off.
“It’s all the same.”
“Are you still going to train me?” I ask, sadly.
“Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”
“I don’t know. It’s just, most guys… I don’t know. Never mind,” I say, looking away.
“Hey,” he responds, sympathetically. “I’m not, most guys.” He smiles.
“Okay,” I respond, wanting to believe him.
“I’m serious. Nothing will change, I promise.”
Billy gave me a ride home, but not before making me promise I would continue showing up for training. He didn’t have to make me promise. I wouldn’t stop training with him right now for anything in this world.
CHAPTER SIX
Billy promised nothing would change, but that wasn’t true. It did change, but in a good way. We became very close—not like a couple, but like really good friends. It was as if we had known each other all our lives. We joked and played during my training sessions, laughing loudly and drawing plenty of attention to us, all in a positive way. When people did pay attention, what they saw was a large girl getting the shit kicked out of her, and loving every bit of it. Billy said I was good motivation. ‘You show people, someone can work hard and still have fun, while getting results.’ The more I loved it, the harder he pushed. And the harder he pushed; the more results I saw.
By the end of the second week my body was already firming up underneath, and my stamina was growing daily. My confidence was growing also. That was until the beginning of the third week.
~ ~ ~
“I could tell something was different,” Mrs. Johnson exclaimed, after I told her about my new training regimen. “You have a special glow now, and I’m happy for you, sweetheart.”
“Thank you,” I responded. She was right I did have a glow about me now. And as I stood at the bus stop for the first time without hiding my body under a full length puffy down jacket, I felt that new confidence, Billy promised, would come. I pushed out my boobs with poise, and waited for the bus to arrive.
“WHAT’S UP FAT ASS?” The haunting voice came, breaking my confidence and awakening my still crippled self- esteem.
“Screw you asshole!” A crackling voice breaks the momentary silence. I stand dumbfounded by Mrs. Johnson, who sits in her wheelchair holding up a decrepit looking hand, extending the middle finger.
“Yeah! Asshole!” another person agrees, bringing me more surprise.
“Thank you guys,” I speak, as I shrink into the shelter, eyes following the car into the p
arking lot. And, as expected, it parks at the gym, and three men climb out. I recognize all three as… Billy’s trainers.
~ ~ ~
“What do mean, you’re done training? Are you hurt?”
“No. I’m just done,” I say, feeling sick to my stomach. I can’t tell him why, and I know I should. What they did was wrong, and he should know what kind of people he has working for him… but I can’t do it. Something inside of me holds him partially responsible. I felt protected by Billy— and, now I find out he may be one of them. I feel betrayed.
I hang up my phone, and knowing he’ll call back, I turn it off. It dies with a fading signal as I fall onto my bed crying myself to sleep.
~ ~ ~
‘What time is it?’ My eyes blink open, as I struggle to see the bedroom clock. 9:17 PM
Another loud noise comes from my living room, and it takes me moment before I’m fully awake, and aware someone is knocking at my front door.
Climbing off the bed, and looking into the dresser mirror, I fluff my hair and head for the door. I’m still dressed in the tight fitting sweater and mini skirt I wore to work, and I smile briefly thinking about all of the compliments, I received today. It’s amazing what a little bit of confidence can do for a person. I say that because, I haven’t seen any big changes in my body, but everyone keeps telling me how different I look. Two weeks ago I would have never had the confidence to wear something like this. ‘Those are skinny chick clothes.’ I would have said.
It makes me think of Billy, and my smile is gone.
My knee high, leather stiletto boots click down the hall as I approach the front door. I jump back quickly after looking through the peek hole, having seen Billy standing outside the door. ‘That, son of a bitch, he looked up my address.’ I think, yanking the door open.
“I never gave anyone permission to come by my house. That’s not cool, dude.”
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