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The wrong kind of training (Pale x Anonymous)

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Shades Of Pale

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Jessica lived in one of those nice high rise condos. The ones with balcony over looking the city. It was a two bedroom, the second bedroom was used for any friends or family that came to stay. Her living room was large with a raised area just before the balcony doors. Big enough for her training sessions, and any equipment she would need.

Jess had always been big on staying fit, so at the age of twenty two she had a body most would kill for. She wasn't overly muscled, but she was toned and curvy it all the right places. She was wearing a pair of light blue shorts that hugged her hips and ass nicely and a black sports bra that showed almost too much cleavage. Finding one that hid her assets well wasn't easy though. She wore a 36D, and sports bra's in that size covered more then she wanted them too. She would always take a size smaller then what she needed.

Glancing at the clock as she set out the bottles of water, she realized he was actually late. Something pretty strange as he was normally early for their sessions. Jess shrugged it off though, maybe his session before this just ran a little over. She walked over and plugged in her iPod, she always liked having music play while she worked out, it helped to keep her motivated.
 
Ryan was running late, traffic, it was making him even later than he was originally. He thought he wasn't going to be late enough to warrant texting her to let her know, but seems like that wasn't the wisest of decisions. After being twenty minutes late, Ryan finally arrived, he parked his Subaru and headed to her condo. Upon reaching her door he could already hear her music clearly, knocking loudly he waited and she came to let him in. When she opened the door he was greeted with a familiar sight of her in workout clothing. But today, the top she wore made her chest look, for a lack of better word, delicious. Like he wanted to dive right in. Shaking her hand, Ryan stepped inside so she could close the door behind him. "I'm so sorry I'm late, I had a class, it ran over a little and then I got stuck in traffic. What a nightmare," He said rolling his eyes.

She was gorgeous, tan skin, beautiful complexion, she was pretty much every man's wet dream. Especially when she stretched in their yoga poses, if Ryan could have a camera recording his sessions, he totally would have done so by now. Because there were many times where he thought he was going to get an erection, and there would be no guessing if she noticed or not. It would be clear. She walked in front of him, leading him to her spacious balcony, Ryan was happy to let her walk in front of him. The little shorts she wore today were killing it, Ryan wanted to spank her ass hard right then and there.

Ryan laid out some yoga mats for her and him to use, he of course wanted to start everything off with a nice good stretch. It wasn't uncommon that a person would request him to come to their house. But in coming here, Ryan had never heard her talk about a boyfriend, nor fiances, nothing. But she was smoking hot and totally a catch, it wasn't possible she was still single. "Alright well let's get some stretching done," He said getting down onto the mats. He would start with upward dog, then go to downward dog. He had positioned the mats so that he would be behind her, and for whatever reason when they had started the stretching she decided to face away from him. Not that he was complaining, he was completely entertained right now.
 
Hearing the knock on the door, she knew it could only be Ryan. Straightening up the coffee table as she made her way to the door. Jess smiled as she opened the door, he immediatly went into apologizing. "I kind of figured that's what happen, it is why I chose to be the last appointment of the day. If I run over I won't make you late somewhere else." Closing the door behind him as he walk inside, she turned the lock, a habit of living by herself.

"I got everything ready, pleanty of water," she said as she walked towards the training area. Turning the music down slightly, so that they could hear each other talk with out having to raise there voices. The routine was to stretch with yoga poses, then they would move onto the harder stuff. She never understood why he placed the mats the way he did, with her slightly before him. She thought maybe it was so he could watch her form, making sure she was doing it correctly. They had been doing this long enough tough he should know she could do this part just fine.

Jess sank down to her knees first on the mat, positioning herself before following his movements. The muscles in her back rippled as she went into upward dog, holding it for the count of ten. Letting out her slow breath she followed up with downward dog. Her shorts shifting with the movement, the sports bra barely keeping her contained. In one fluid motion she sank down and back into upward dog.
 
Ryan did like to observe her form, but more or less, he also liked to watch her body. She was gorgeous, and as her Personal Trainer, for him it was exactly that, personal. Ryan kept them on track for their stretches, even though she knew the routine already. She didn't really even need him anymore, she was perfectly capable of doing this on her own. But he was happy to get paid to come watch some sexy girl stretch out her muscles for him.

But he knew it was good reassurance for the people that he assisted to have him there. If they pulled a muscle, he was on standby to help them stretch out the muscle, and he was even a licensed massage therapist. He could very easily work out the tension and help ease the person back into comfort. Multiple times he'd had to do this to people for cramps and other issues with lower back pain.

Once they had finished their stretching, Ryan popped up to standing. He did a little stretching of his neck and he rotated his shoulders. He wasn't really here to work out at all, but he was here to help her do so. Ryan and her had been Client and Trainer for quite some time now. She'd come to trust him, which was a nice feeling. But that also had led to the building fantasy that Ryan was going to try and put into motion today. "Alright, well let's jump right into it." He said patting the seat of the elliptical machine. Putting the resistance at sixty pounds, he waited for her to sit down and start up on some leg exercises.
 
It was true she didn't need Ryan here anymore, but it was nice to have someone there to keep pushing her. She didn't like going to the overly crowed gyms, with the "resolution keepers" but she liked having someone around to work out with. Ryan seemed to understand this, which was nice. He knew her limits, and also knew what days to really push her farther. This came with working together as long as they had been.

She was never as quick to stand up as Ryan, her movements were always fluid. Coming to a standing position she stretched her arms over her head, squeezing her breasts together slightly. When she lowered her arms she fixed the sports bra before stepping to the gym system she had bought not too long ago. "You planning on pushing me hard today, or are we going to take it easy," she actually felt like today was a good push day. Sitting on the bench she put her ankles at the lift bars. "How many reps and sets," she asked looking up at him. The sixty pounds was a good weight to start out with, but she could easily do more.
 
Ryan made certain that the equipment was fully ready and that there would be no issues with her starting off. "Today, we're gonna run something I haven't had you do, I'll call it for what it is," He began as he positioned himself in front of her in a kneeling position. He put his hands on her knees as if he were preparing to brace her for something. Which in reality he sort of was, if anyone knew the term he was about to use, they'd decline. But he knew she wouldn't decline, he knew she would rise to the challenge, and this would work in his favor. Looking her dead in the eyes he took a breath.

"I'm going to have you doing Suicides. Now, I know that sounds bad, and some people would argue that it is but," He continued, she was asking how many reps and sets she should do, but the answer wasn't anything he could give. "You will do as many reps as you can, in one set. And when you can no longer push that weight, I will drop you down a class, and we'll move onto the next. This is that push day, you ready?" Ryan asked pushing her, in a more mental sense than anything. He was good at manipulating people. Something that most people said was a scary trait, something of a serial killer.
 
At first she wasn't sure what he was doing, and they way he was talking made it sound like she wasn't going to like this. Jess was sure he had pushed her pretty hard before, but maybe she was wrong. She looked down at Ryan as he place his hands on her knees. She was ready for whatever he could throw at her though. "I'm not going to be liking life in the morning am I," she asked with a bit of humor in her voice. Taking a deep breath, "I'm ready," the first few were always the easiest. Each breath she took in and let out caused her breasts to rise and fall in time with her leg movements. For now her breathing was even and unlabored. "I... think .... you ...... are trying ..... to kill me Ryan."
 
"Kill you? Are you kidding me, you're my favorite client," Ryan responded with a laugh and a smile. "Come on, you're doing great, if you do this, once a month, you'll go from sexy to fierce." He said to her. Ryan clearly recognized that he'd called her sexy, but he figured in one ear and out the other. And it wasn't like it wasn't common knowledge, of course she was sexy, any person even if they were blind could tell you that. "And you can tell me if you're liking the morning when morning comes," He said with a girl, "Now come on! Push it!" He urged.

As she continued to push out the repetitions, Ryan waited until she had said she was beat with her first set of leg workouts. Switching the weight off, he put it down by fifteen pounds and came back to the front of her with a smile. "Lets go again. See if you can match that, if you can do that, I'll give you a gift!" He promised her, but never told her what the gift was. In reality, he was just trying to get her to tire herself out, all in order to take advantage of her.
 
Jess knew what she looked like and she had been told often enough that she had a killer body. When Ryan had called her sexy though that was a first. She really shouldn't have been all that surprised that he said it, but she was. They had been able to keep things professional but friendly the entire time they knew each other. For now she wouldn't say anything, she needed to keep her mind at the task at hand. Really she didn't mind the comment coming from him, he was rather attractive himself

A few more reps and she was starting to breath heavy, she liked the feeling though. When the burn in her legs started she was able to get ten more reps before it became too much. She took a deep breath as he changed out the weight resistance. "A gift huh...... that sounds interesting," she said between heavy breaths. Another deep breath and shee began her reps again. Reaching twenty before she started to slow down.
 
Ryan watched as she started back up. Her legs tensed and she picked up the weight, even though the weight was less then what she had just been lifting. For her this would feel heavier then the previous weight. He was essentially playing a trick on the mind itself. A great workout technique, and an even better way to wear out your client so she couldn't fight you back when you decide to take advantage of her.

As she reached twenty her pace slowed drastically, it was to the point that he was considering just having her stop. But she didn't she kept pushing through and trying to reach that goal. "Yeah, a gift. I won't be able to wrap it though, so you'll just have to make do with the sentiment," He said with a smile. The wrapping comment was because, Ryan just realized he didn't have any condoms.
 
Jess did fifteen more before she couldn't do anymore. Her hands had gripped the bench seat turning her knuckles white with the effort. "I... need.... a ...... break," she said between heavy breaths. This was for sure the hardest he had ever pushed her. She laid back on the bench draping an arm over her eyes. "I can..see why they...call those suicides," turning her head slightly to look at home with a smile.
 
Ryan was proud that she was able to push herself as hard as she had. Had she only done five more, she'd have made her benchmark goal. But she didn't, which was okay, because Ryan was still going to give her the gift she'd earned. "How do you feel though? Like you're unable to walk right? But it feels good," He asked hoping to get confirmation she was too weak in the legs to keep going. He loved watching her body move and watching her workout, she had such a sexy physique, especially her plump round ass. He wanted to bury his face in that thing and eat until he was full, so to speak. He watched as sweat beaded up on her chest and rolled down her ridiculously sexy cleavage.
 
Jess was definetly worn out, sure they had done some hard training sessions but she was always able to walk him to the door. Right now however she doubted her legs would hold her even to the sofa. She laughed at his question, "feels good yeah, walking would be a problem though." She could feel the beads of sweat running over her breasts and stomach. She hoped that they wouldn't do this often, as much as she liked pushing herself, this was almost too much, and they weren't even halfway through her session yet.
 
Nodding at her when she responded to him, it was the exact news he'd wanted to hear. Going and grabbing a towel from a rack she had set up Ryan walked back to her and draped it around her shoulders. "I'm gonna let you have a little break," He said. Leaning down Ryan helped her up off the universal machine. She looped her arm over his shoulder, and put much of her weight on him. He guided her in the direction of her living room, once he had her inside, he led her to the sofa and allowed her to plop down, her legs extended outward. Ryan went and got her a cold bottle of water, he placed it on her chest. With her large breasts, and the way she was relaxing, the bottle didn't even roll off, but stayed on her hot skin. He was certain it felt refreshing.

Sitting down in front of her legs he took one and placed it over his shoulder. His hands went immediately to both sides of her thighs where he very quickly began to work the muscle tissue. He did so at a rapid, firm pace, his hand working it's way up her leg before back down. "I'll give you a nice rubdown before we get back to it?" He suggested before setting her left leg down and picking up her right, starting to repeat the process.
 
Walking wasn't much of an issue with his assistance, then again he was supporting most of her weight. Jess sank down into the sofa when he lowered her onto it. She gasped a little as the cold bottle touched her breast, lifting her hands she adjusted it the bottle a little. She wasn't breathing as heavy any more, just the short period had helped her regain her breath. Once again she found him kneeling in front of her legs. Only this time he was placing one over his shoulder, she shifted a little. She knew he was a massage therapist too, but she had never partook of the skill. Instead of fighting it though, she relaxed into it, it would help with cramping later. "Why haven't I had you do this before now," she asked with a smile. Opening the bottle of water she took a drink of it before replacing the cap and setting it on her chest again.
 
She had done pretty well for her first run of suicides, he was hoping she'd have gone further. When he started out doing this, him and the other personal trainers would do these every month as a competition. They would used a portion of their tips as a buy-in, Ryan almost always came out on top though. And he could remember how dead his legs were after one of these workouts. "Probably because I generally charge extra," he answered her with a grin. As he set her leg down he stretched out both of her ankles before standing up. Walking behind the couch he placed both his hands on her shoulders, the water bottle on her chest only magnified the amount of cleavage he could see. He instinctively wanted to reach down with a hand and push it between her breasts, but instead he slowly began to massage her trapezius muscle area. "But, I think we could possibly work some sort of deal out, right?" Ryan asked her smiling.
 
Jess sighed as he worked on her thighs and calves, leaning her head back against the sofa. "Mmm, well since you took the initiative I am assuming this round is on the house?" She frowned a little when he set her foot back on the ground. Lifting her head she watched as he stood back up, moving to the back of the sofa. Her eyes closed as his hands touched her shoulder, sighing again as he work on the muscles. "What kind of deal are you thinking about," she asked tilting her head back to look at him. The movement caused the bottle to fall in her lap, leaving behind beads of condensation on her breasts.
 
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