A Domineering Instructor (RoleplayMaster x TGG)

[RoleplayMaster]

Curtis groaned, pulling on his shorts and singlet as he thought of what he was about to go through. He was fairly unhealthy, thanks to poor eating habits, and his only workout being a social basketball game once a week. He wanted to get better, and look better, so he had gone out and hired a fitness instructor. The young man was regretting it now, even though he hadn't even started.

The fifteen year old had been left alone for the next few weeks, his parents having felt him responsible enough to live by himself, and left for a cruise together. So he had the house to himself, thankfully. Hearing a knock on the door, the boy sighed and went to go get it. Curtis' eyes rose to the face of his new instructor, a very attractive older woman. "U-Uh, hi. You must be Marcie?" He asked, stating the obvious. He stepped to the side to let her through, and gestured for her to walk into the living room, as that was where he assumed she would want to go.

 

[TGG]

Marcie Vargoss

It seemed the Summer refused to end. What with the weeks upon weeks of training celebrities and athletes throughout the winter and spring months, it was refreshing the summer heat made its appearance. However, what was once welcoming and awesome, slowly sank into the annoying and depressing swathing heat everyone came to know and love about the west coast. Marcie, was one of the new leads in a generation of fitness, that had been taken under the wing of some of the best gurus and talent the business could handle, and of course during the shoreline months, it was tempting to keep things going. Especially when the rich and wealthy asked for her services in teaching their friends, buddies, and children how to keep themselves healthy. But when the family of her best friend hears about it, and offers to shovel out a month's worth of funding for a babysitting regimen, it was hard to argue against it.

Here Marcie was, attempting to gauge the level of success as Brandi, her BFF for life, told her about Curtis, her younger brother that she was being paid to watch and teach. It figured soon enough things would get out of hand, but the benefit of the doubt existed for a reason. When the door opened, and revealed a shorter, lanky boy of hardly any noteworthy age, Marcie already felt the pang of regret force its way into her gut. She rolled her eyes as he asked about her, which prompted a quick suck of the teeth as she was offered space to get inside. "Well, thanks... You must be Brandi's little bother." She'd scoffed, and swiftly took steps to get out of the heat.

Even with the breeze and cool coast air, the sun was still an issue. With her pale, freckled skin, it was a field day in applying sunscreen and likewise products upon her body. Despite the fact she was able to show off her body, which consisted of a natural upper form, and a thick, girl-like thickness to her musculature. She wore a loose-fitting tank with a sports bra, that only distracted from her tight biker shorts for so long before her long legs and solid calf muscles were prostrated in plain view for all to see. She made her way into the living room, and pulled off her sunglasses with an obscure case of the room, before she set her duffel bag down and examined her surroundings in order to get her bearings. "Nice place..." She said, as her sneakers squeaked against the hardwood flooring.

 

[RoleplayMaster]

'Little bother? What?' Curtis thought to himself as Marcie walked inside. She didn't seem to like him much, which already made his heart sink. What had he gotten himself into? But as she walked away, her ass with a gentle sway to it, her clothing showing off a perfectly curvy ass, he knew he had made the correct choice.

"Thanks." He replied, following her into the room. He had a water bottle nearby, knowing he'd likely need it. He was a bit unfit, hence the fitness instructor, but hopefully this wouldn't be too embarrassing. Curtis had psyched himself up, thinking that a person who got into the world of fitness instructor would not be so dismissive and emotionally abusive as to embarrass or laugh at him. But after meeting Marcie, he wasn't as sure.

"So uh... What's the plan? How do we get started?" He asked, completely new to this. He did his best not to stare at her body, which was pretty amazing, he had to admit.

 

[TGG]

Marcie took a moment to look the house over one more time as she set the large duffel bag down in the center of the room. There wasn't much to explain, but the detail that went into it was important nevertheless. She bent down to unzip the unruly object into revealing what she had inside, and began to shift out what was needed at the time.

"Well, first thing's first. Diet. Your little chubby ass will need to man up with the proper foods to begin, and then we'll see about starting you off with stretches to limber up. Here..." Marcie said aloud, before the inevitable reach caused her to pull out what looked to be a tupper-ware container that held a strip of chicken, some broccoli, and a carrot within. She set it on the table, and then proceeded to retract the weights, mats, and other pieces of equipment dedicated to weight gain and loss respectively.

"I can tell this is already going to be a long month." Marcie muttered, and went along with pulling out a few more pre-planned containers of food for Curtis to enjoy later. She was sure he would by the looks of him. After a moment's time, she finally unpacked her duffel, and set everything out in the living room that wasn't stashed away for her own personal usage, which came out to clothes, and other objects dedicated to hygiene and comfort-living. She plugged in her cellphone by the entertainment center to keep it charged, and finally brought her focus back to the boy in the room. She put her hands to her hips, and stood with her weight on a leg to watch him eat the chicken and veggies she prepared.

 

[RoleplayMaster]

"Are you normally this mean to clients?" He couldn't help but ask, frowning as she called him a 'little chubby ass that will need to man up'. The second insult already after meeting her two minutes ago. Taking the food from her, he began to eat, not finding anything wrong with the food. He'd have preferred it warm, but the sooner he got rid of the trainer, the better.

Once he finished, he closed the lid and placed it in her bag, looking back up at the blonde expectantly. "What next?" He asked, feeling already that he'll get sick of asking 'what next' all the time. Unfortunately, his approving looks at her, while somewhat subtle, was causing other issues to occur. His cock began to harden, which was difficult to hide in thin shorts. Curtis gripped his right wrist with his left hand, resting them in a casual position on his front, while subtly trying to push his erection up, rather than the outward tent it was currently at.

 

[TGG]

"Only when they keep asking questions and pretend to not stare at my ass..." Marcie would say as she looked around and figured out the best atmosphere for the room. She moved around some of the furniture with a bit of effort, and reworked the ponytail she currently she had set up in her her hairstyle, before she finally breathed and took in a moment to scan over her work. With a nod, she brought her focus back to Curtis, as he asked what it was they would do next. Despite the fact it had him a while to finish the room temperature chicken and vegetables, it was beyond her what they truly needed to start with when it came to the regimen she was tasked with. She walked back over to the half-empty duffel bag of hers, and fished out a folder, before the reading began.

"Well... first, you gotta lose your boy-boner and actually pay attention, right? Sooo... stretching, light yoga to get your chi centered, then we finish with a little weight cardio." She explained, and made her way to the cork-board Curtis's mother had placed near the kitchen wall. It was a small system of getting his body ready for exercise, by giving him the trial of multiple facets at a time to slim him down, and build muscle that he needed. Afterwards, Marcie pointed to the mats she had set up on the floor, and kicked off her sneakers and socks by the time she circled back. "Step one? Stretching..." She'd ask and answered herself rhetorically, and sat down on her own mat first.

 

[RoleplayMaster]

Her reply's phrasing was a little interesting. He was unsure if it was intentional or not, but was she telling him off for pretending not to stare at her? Or for staring at her? The latter seemed more likely, but he was curious if she actually wanted to be stared at.

Redness rose to his cheeks as she brought up his erection. Figuring there was no point in trying to hide the bulge now, he moved his hands, doing his best to tuck it away rather than hide. He nodded at the instructions, following her lead by removing all footwear, and sitting on his mat. Now, he was openly looking at her, but with a purpose. Not to admire her body, but to copy her actions, at least as best as he could. He did not have the flexibility of Marcie, unable to touch his toes among other things.

 

[TGG]

Marcie continued to motion through the simple stretches that Curtis would be able to employ, before the idea started to reveal her body to him. Nothing about this was normal to begin with, but the systematic idea that she could teach him basic stretches was still important if they were to get into the heavier stuff. The young woman avoided eye contact with him as much as possible, all the while making sure that he was completing the poses she needed to have him complete. After a half hour or so, she figured it was enough to have learned all the ones he could do, and straightened up as she laid on the mat squarely fora minute afterwards.

"Alright, so you got this stuff covered, right? I don't have to repeat how important it is to breathe?" She'd speak up, and stood from her seated position without having broken much of a sweat during the stretching session. "Okay then. Settling in for some actual exercise. Like, jumping jacks, pushups, and crunches. I want ten of each, you hear?" Marcie instructed, as she helped him along and did them with him. She watched intently, and made sure that each numbered attempt was at least decent. If not, she would make him restart the singular piece, before the session eventually came to a close.

 

[RoleplayMaster]

Curtis watched and learned from Marcie, copying the stretches fairly well, with few mistakes. However unlike Marcie, the boy was already sweating a bit. Nodding as she asked if he got everything covered so far, he watched her lay down, annoyed as his eyes found her heaving chest, and his cock hardened once more.

Standing up slowly, Curtis began to do the jumping jacks, pushups, and crunches as requested. The jumping jacks were good, other than his cock wanting to join in on the flailing limbs. The pushups weren't bad either, though slower than she would have liked. The crunches were where he really slowed down though, taking a few minutes just to do ten. On the final crunch, the boy simply flattened out on the ground, breathing heavily as he rested. "Done." He panted.

 

[TGG]

Much like most of the sessions that involved a first-timer, it was beyond Curtis. It was understandable, but the very frustration that ran through Marcie's mind was more than enough to become visible on the blonde's face as she watched him fumble and struggle to complete his sets. She scoffed aloud and breathed in an exasperated gasp, as she heard him speak up. "Uh, we're far from done... but if you really think you can't handle this, then I won't argue." She'd work herself into a very comfortable position of a cross-legged seated spot, before she settled in to stretch everything out. She looked about, and reached for the television remote nearby. Her hand pressed the buttons for a few sectional combinations to prepare for the mind-numbing programming. Relaxing was also a part of what needed to happen. Which, was Marcie's favorite time of the routine, considering for all of her expertise, she was the laziest person she knew as well.

 

[RoleplayMaster]

"I meant done, in regards to what you asked. I'm ready for more." He replied from the ground, chest heaving. After a few moments, he sat up, and finally stood. "So... What's next?" He asked, surprised to find her having already given up and watching television. Wasn't the point of a fitness instructor to push you past your limits? Just like Marcie, Curtis was becoming frustrated.

 

[TGG]

Marcie sighed as Curtis stood up and asked her yet again what it was to do that pertained to fitness. Sure, she was dedicated to bettering her own body as well as others, but she was only human. Majority of her options seemed to be revolving around handling the teenage boy that was beginning to pester her. What it was, seemed to be his determination for getting what he needed out of this. Surely by now, it was an issue for Marcie, that was quelled by the desire to simply chill. "Well, if you want to keep going, you can. Basic crap, dude... Nothing too strenuous, don't want you hurting yourself on the first day." She'd explain with a dismissive flick of her wrist. She adjusted herself on the floor, and worked herself to sit down on the couch now. Marcie loomed on the thought a bit, and stretched out her legs to rest comfortably, and watched Curtis for his reaction. It seemed a bit more of a physical act of pushing his limits as well as his mental state for truly wanting to be better. "Go on... I'm waiting." She instructed, and chuckled. "You know how to do the sets, right? Go ahead."

 

[RoleplayMaster]

The boy frowned a little more, wondering why he had to get this instructor of all people. "So are we done, or aren't we? You said we're 'far from done', yet you've got your legs up, instead of training me." He said out of frustration. He took a sip of water from his bottle, unsure whether he should continue or not. Rather tired at the moment, he simply sat on one of the chairs, watching the program Marcie had changed the channel to.