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Funny As Fuck
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Straight Male / 29
My First Client At The Gym
I went to work at a gym after college. I have a degree in kinesiology and physical therapy and my dream job was working for a professional sport team. But since I had to get work I went to work at a gym as personal trainer. First things first, the pay is terrible and I could barely make more than minimum wage. I might as well have been selling mattresses. The only benefit, if that is a benefit, is watching the gym rats come in, some of them were really quite fit and wore the skimpiest outfits to work out in. You are not supposed to look, but 22 and not looking don't go together.
A woman, 30 because she told me it was her birthday, hired me to be her personal trainer. When you get hired like this the fee goes to the gym, not you, unless you also work off property and don't tell the gym. You do get a cut of the personal trainer fees, but not much, mostly because it is like 3 hours a week. But she did hire me, and I did provide the service. In a nutshell her problem was mental, she was in great shape, naturally g*fted with the body type, but a little on the 'I'm loosing it and I'm in marketing and how you look is everything' syndrome. Basically the best thing for these people is to break their mirrors. They are g*fted already.
We worked on strength training, and for resistance, spinning. Other than her constant need for attention, she was an easy client, you set her up, she did her sessions and waited for her compliments. But no tips, she never tipped.
She told me that at her work there was a 100 mile bike ride and she intended to participate and what bike did I recommend. I told her I wasn't a cyclist, and there were literally hundreds of bikes, and she should probably borrow one rather than buy one. Well, she went to cycle shop and bought an expensive light weight bike and when she called she was in pain. She made the 100 miles. She wanted me to come over because she hurt all over. I had never made a house call, but starving artists can't be choosy so I went. She was dressed out of sorts, with a loose fitting dress and no makeup. She offered coffee, and I asked for her to tell me about her experience.
She said she really needed help, it hurt. What hurt? Her legs, her hands, her back? No, she said, and pointing to her groin area, 'right here'. Her 'friend' told her that for that pain she needed compresses and lots of attention, and that it was best for professional masseuse to help her because you never did it right when you did it alone. But she wanted me to help her. 'Look we are friends, and this is a professional call', please help me? And with that we went back to her room, she disrobed, and for the first time in my life I saw a totally naked woman win, fit, beautiful standing in front of me, pouting, lay back on her bed and spread her legs, totally shaved asking me to put a compress on her 'region' and hold it.
I wasn't born yesterday, well maybe two yesterday's, she told me she had these hot towels ready in the kitchen in a pot and to please hurry, she needed relief from the pain. I folded the towel and she grabbed my hand and put it between her legs and told me to press it as tight as I could. Sitting on the bed, with my hand against her like that, she looked at what had to have been the face of a teenager with his first experience of getting his hand between a girl's legs. 'It's only pussy' she said, 'you've had pussy, haven't you?' 'All boys like pussy, don't they?' 'It hurts right here', and grabbing my finger she put it right between her legs, between her pussy and her anus. 'get some cream and give me a massage'.
All in all only about three minutes had passed. Her legs open wide, she had maneuvered a pillow under her hips, my finger rubbing her perineum, careful not to touch her vagina or her anus. 'Look that's not working' 'is there anything else you can do'. And with that things went from bad to worse, or rather from strange to raw sex. She wanted and she got eaten out from front to back, she wanted cock, in her hand, her mouth and of course right in her vagina and, well not there, because I came and 'poor boy' she said, 'you really need a girlfriend don't you?'
My house calls were billed to the gym, from time to time I got a small tip. What she wanted most was to be told she was pretty, she was in great shape and she wanted sex, to treat her like she was a yearling alpha bitch in the wild set upon by the alpha wolf. She had fantasies of being tied to the stake, and rescued by Sir Galahad, of being stripped down by the TSA, of being 14 and dragged off by bikers. She came in for her physical training three times a week, she worked every group including her glutes. She was professional, she paid her bill on time. But not all the house calls got billed, you can't bill that may hours.
A friend of mine from college called me and told me there was an opening for a trainer and physical therapist at the minor league team where he was working. I took the job, you have to get into the game if you want to move up to the majors. I worked with athletes, some big league material, others just weren't ever going to make it. After a couple of years all that was left was my story of the lady at the gym. And from time to time, if the opportunity arose, I talked a girl into a hot compress of her region, and into a perineal massage. Where did you learn this?
A woman, 30 because she told me it was her birthday, hired me to be her personal trainer. When you get hired like this the fee goes to the gym, not you, unless you also work off property and don't tell the gym. You do get a cut of the personal trainer fees, but not much, mostly because it is like 3 hours a week. But she did hire me, and I did provide the service. In a nutshell her problem was mental, she was in great shape, naturally g*fted with the body type, but a little on the 'I'm loosing it and I'm in marketing and how you look is everything' syndrome. Basically the best thing for these people is to break their mirrors. They are g*fted already.
We worked on strength training, and for resistance, spinning. Other than her constant need for attention, she was an easy client, you set her up, she did her sessions and waited for her compliments. But no tips, she never tipped.
She told me that at her work there was a 100 mile bike ride and she intended to participate and what bike did I recommend. I told her I wasn't a cyclist, and there were literally hundreds of bikes, and she should probably borrow one rather than buy one. Well, she went to cycle shop and bought an expensive light weight bike and when she called she was in pain. She made the 100 miles. She wanted me to come over because she hurt all over. I had never made a house call, but starving artists can't be choosy so I went. She was dressed out of sorts, with a loose fitting dress and no makeup. She offered coffee, and I asked for her to tell me about her experience.
She said she really needed help, it hurt. What hurt? Her legs, her hands, her back? No, she said, and pointing to her groin area, 'right here'. Her 'friend' told her that for that pain she needed compresses and lots of attention, and that it was best for professional masseuse to help her because you never did it right when you did it alone. But she wanted me to help her. 'Look we are friends, and this is a professional call', please help me? And with that we went back to her room, she disrobed, and for the first time in my life I saw a totally naked woman win, fit, beautiful standing in front of me, pouting, lay back on her bed and spread her legs, totally shaved asking me to put a compress on her 'region' and hold it.
I wasn't born yesterday, well maybe two yesterday's, she told me she had these hot towels ready in the kitchen in a pot and to please hurry, she needed relief from the pain. I folded the towel and she grabbed my hand and put it between her legs and told me to press it as tight as I could. Sitting on the bed, with my hand against her like that, she looked at what had to have been the face of a teenager with his first experience of getting his hand between a girl's legs. 'It's only pussy' she said, 'you've had pussy, haven't you?' 'All boys like pussy, don't they?' 'It hurts right here', and grabbing my finger she put it right between her legs, between her pussy and her anus. 'get some cream and give me a massage'.
All in all only about three minutes had passed. Her legs open wide, she had maneuvered a pillow under her hips, my finger rubbing her perineum, careful not to touch her vagina or her anus. 'Look that's not working' 'is there anything else you can do'. And with that things went from bad to worse, or rather from strange to raw sex. She wanted and she got eaten out from front to back, she wanted cock, in her hand, her mouth and of course right in her vagina and, well not there, because I came and 'poor boy' she said, 'you really need a girlfriend don't you?'
My house calls were billed to the gym, from time to time I got a small tip. What she wanted most was to be told she was pretty, she was in great shape and she wanted sex, to treat her like she was a yearling alpha bitch in the wild set upon by the alpha wolf. She had fantasies of being tied to the stake, and rescued by Sir Galahad, of being stripped down by the TSA, of being 14 and dragged off by bikers. She came in for her physical training three times a week, she worked every group including her glutes. She was professional, she paid her bill on time. But not all the house calls got billed, you can't bill that may hours.
A friend of mine from college called me and told me there was an opening for a trainer and physical therapist at the minor league team where he was working. I took the job, you have to get into the game if you want to move up to the majors. I worked with athletes, some big league material, others just weren't ever going to make it. After a couple of years all that was left was my story of the lady at the gym. And from time to time, if the opportunity arose, I talked a girl into a hot compress of her region, and into a perineal massage. Where did you learn this?
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