Very Personal Trainer (NotExactlyAverage & CowboyfromTexas)

[HotTexasCowboy]

Mike Spruance was at the front desk as the Senior Strength group returned from the men's locker room to check out. He joked with them and complimented them all on a good workout, returning their valuables to them and escorting them to the front door. The Seniors group was the last of his classes for the night, and, this being a Friday night and only about twenty minutes from closing, the place was just about empty. Mike went ahead and locked the front door; anyone wanting to start working out wouldn't be coming this late. They wouldn't have time. It was just a matter of seeing if anyone else was left and being here to let them out.

Mike pondered again whether he should move up closing time on Friday nights. Still, the Seniors Strength class was a good one, and worth keeping the place open on a night most people were more interested in dates. Frankly, so was he, but he couldn't find a reliable staff member to be in charge of the place on Friday nights, so it was up to him. He was wearing his usual casual running shorts and a t-shirt with the club logo on it, one tight enough to feature his lean, well-toned body that was itself an advertisement for the gym. If the owner wasn't fit, why would customers expect it to work for them? Mike, at 34, was still young, athletic, and handsome. His black hair was neatly combed, even after he led a sweaty group through intense exercise class.

He surveyed the main workout room, picking up a few weights and adjusting a few machines that had not been properly reset for the night. The treadmills, stair-steppers, and cycle machines were checked and secured. He glanced into the swimming pool, assured that the waters were calm and the pH levels in the right ranges. The pool was an expensive item to upkeep, but the water aerobic classes were popular. He looked into the dance aerobics gym, with it's wall-length mirror and state-of-the-art stereo. They used it for everything from karate to yoga to jazz dancing. Anything to get the heart pumping. There was one more smaller exercise room with a few other strength machines and treadmills that didn't fit into the main room, along with weight balls, jump ropes, and some other less-popular equipment.

That's where he saw her...

 

[notexactlyaverage]

Taylor Woods was stretching off in the small workout room, just along from the dance studios. It was late on a Friday night, and she had recently moved to this town. She'd decided to get her life in check and had started by choosing to work out more, so there she was. Her long brown hair that usually reached to just below her elbows was swept up in a ponytail, and she was wearing a loose fitting tank over a sports bra. She wore workout shorts and had a pair of light blue sneakers on her feet. She was by no means overweight, and her stomach was almost flat. She was petite, only reaching around 5'4 or 5'5. She was 32 years old, but looked younger, due to her childlike features: a small button nose, delicate mouth and big eyes.

She heard the door click open and turned to see the manager of the gym standing in the doorway. "Oh, I'm sorry, are you locking up for the night?" She asked him. "I know, it's getting late, I should be going home..." She said as she began to collect her things and throw them into her workout bag. She had been at the gym for a good hour or so, but sticking to the small room. She felt intimidated by the perfect girls with perfect bodies in the main gym, so stuck to her own little corner of the small room with the less used equipment.

 

[HotTexasCowboy]

"Hey, no hurry," Mike said quickly. He was glad the last person in the gym was a nice looking young woman, and not some retiree working to stave off old age. "One of the perks of being the owner is that I can decide when to close the place up. Take your time and finish up what you were doing." From the looks of the sweat stains on her clothes, she had already been at it for a good while. "You know, the other room is completely open. Have you ever been checked out on the equipment in there? I don't know how long you've been a member here..." The fact that he didn't recognize her suggested to him that she was pretty new. He made a point of learning his regulars by sight and name. "I'm Mike. I own the place," he added an introduction. He gave her lean, body a professional look-over. (All right, not completely professional; he was a male, after all). "What are your goals here? Weight control, strength training, some particular sport?"

 

[notexactlyaverage]

"Oh, that's great, thanks!" She said, smiling before returning to her stretches. "Uh, no, I don't really tend to go to the main room that much, I'm not really in the best shape and I get insecure so people looking at me wouldn't be great for me. I prefer this room because it's quieter." She told him, wondering why she felt so at ease around this guy. Maybe it was because she felt a slight chemistry between them. He wasn't bad looking at all, though he would never be interested in her. That was her last thought before she felt his eyes travel over her body.

"Yeah, I'm pretty new here, I only moved to this town recently. I'm Taylor, by the way, Taylor Woods. I guess I'm just here to get my fitness levels up and control my weight..." She said, glancing down at her feet. She was finished stretching now, and wasn't sure if she should make up an excuse and leave or stay a little longer and chat with Mike.

 

[HotTexasCowboy]

"Well, I'd say your weight is pretty well under control," Mike smiled at her, giving her body a critical once over. "In fact, I'd say, in terms of general fitness, you're in good shape. I'd be curious in giving you a BMI test, but I think it'll be in good territory." He approached her and lifted a foot to a bench, bending a knee and resting his hands on it in a casual pose. "If I could give you any advice, it would be to consider working on sculpting the arms and legs on some of the strength machines in the main room. I know a lot of ladies are afraid of getting all 'muscled up' and looking like a body builder, but it's really all about giving a bit of tone to your limbs and improving your overall looks."

He raised his hands and smiled. "I'm not trying to sell you anything, I swear. Access to the machines is already part of your membership, and so is a free training session. If you have any time, we could go take a look at them now, if you don't mind the privacy." Suddenly he was in no hurry to get home. And with the front door locked, they would be undisturbed.