The Trainer part 2
The next two weeks flew by. Most of the assessments were done and several of the guys had opted to have her supervise their workouts. Tonya was fitting in well with the majority of her new co-workers. She knew this because the ribbing had started. A couple of days ago, she found the smelly gym socks hidden under her desk, and now she was taking down the blow up doll she had found tied to the squat rack as she walked into the mobile gym. Her first appointment arrived as she was about through getting it untied.
"Where you going with my workout partner, " Dave Batista asked as he walked up behind her. "She was going to do the heavy lifting today so I could rest."
"Did you put this in here?" Tonya asked, handing Dave the doll and walking over to the desk to get his file.
"Well, I figured that since you're here, I don't need her anymore, so why not make her the gym mascot, " he grinned, setting the doll on a weight bench in the corner.
"Dave, I've told you I don't date wrestlers," she said. "Now hop on the treadmill and get warmed up while I get the squat rack loaded for you."
He did as instructed and started walking on the treadmill while watching her move around the squat rack. Usually, he prefered to load the rack himself, but not with this trainer. It amazed him to watch the petite blond lift 45 pound weight plates like they were nothing and put them on the bar above her head. She was definitely stronger then she looked. He remembered their first day of training when she showed him the proper form for a squat. She lifted the same weight she had racked for him and didn't even seem to care that it was twice her body weight. He'd been imagining how those strong legs would feel wrapped around him ever since. She smiled at him from across the room and he knew it was time to go endure the sweet torture of training. To have her close and not be able to touch her; to feel her hands as she directed him to pull from certain muscles; to have her massage him afterwards and not be able to make love to her right there on the massage table as he had fantasized about everyday since he first saw her. He had chosen to have her supervise his workouts so he could spend time with her. Apparently, that was a good idea because it was going to take a lot to break through her walls and convince her to go out with him.
Tonya spent most of the session trying to figure out the goofy grin on Dave's face. It seemed that the harder she pushed him, the more he grinned. 'Alright, time to get even for the blow up doll,' she thought.
"Okay," she said, "your next exercise is a Plie Squat. I want you to turn your knees and toes out to the sides and take a really wide stance so you knees don't go past your toes. Like this." She demonstrated the squat. "Do it with no weight first so we make sure you have the move down, then we'll grab the bar."
He tried the move, but couldn't open his legs as wide as she had demonstrated. "I don't think I have it," he said with a grin. "Can you show me again?"
As she demonstrated the move once more, she noticed his gaze focus on her crotch. 'I'm so evil,' she though to herself. As he tried again, unsuccessfully, to perform the movement, she moved closer to him and whispered in his ear, "This is why I don't date wrestlers. Ya'll are so musclebound you can't be flexible enough to satisfy my kinky side." She smiled as she tuned to walk over to the next machine, but she wasn't expecting his arms to stop her movement.
He pulled her back against his body, grinding his hips into her back so she could feel how aroused he was. He spun her around to face him as his lips came down hard against hers. He opened her mouth with his tongue so he could taste more of her. After several long moments he released her mouth and squeezed her tighter as he nuzzled her neck. She tried to pull away, but he wouldn't let her go. Huskily, he whispered in her ear, "Don't tease me if you can't take the consequences of it." He then kissed her again, softly this time, sending tingles of desire through her spine.
"AHEM," they were interrupted. "You mind getting a room for that some other time. I have an appointment for my fitness assessment." Of all times for Kurt Angle to show up early for his assessment.
"Where you going with my workout partner, " Dave Batista asked as he walked up behind her. "She was going to do the heavy lifting today so I could rest."
"Did you put this in here?" Tonya asked, handing Dave the doll and walking over to the desk to get his file.
"Well, I figured that since you're here, I don't need her anymore, so why not make her the gym mascot, " he grinned, setting the doll on a weight bench in the corner.
"Dave, I've told you I don't date wrestlers," she said. "Now hop on the treadmill and get warmed up while I get the squat rack loaded for you."
He did as instructed and started walking on the treadmill while watching her move around the squat rack. Usually, he prefered to load the rack himself, but not with this trainer. It amazed him to watch the petite blond lift 45 pound weight plates like they were nothing and put them on the bar above her head. She was definitely stronger then she looked. He remembered their first day of training when she showed him the proper form for a squat. She lifted the same weight she had racked for him and didn't even seem to care that it was twice her body weight. He'd been imagining how those strong legs would feel wrapped around him ever since. She smiled at him from across the room and he knew it was time to go endure the sweet torture of training. To have her close and not be able to touch her; to feel her hands as she directed him to pull from certain muscles; to have her massage him afterwards and not be able to make love to her right there on the massage table as he had fantasized about everyday since he first saw her. He had chosen to have her supervise his workouts so he could spend time with her. Apparently, that was a good idea because it was going to take a lot to break through her walls and convince her to go out with him.
Tonya spent most of the session trying to figure out the goofy grin on Dave's face. It seemed that the harder she pushed him, the more he grinned. 'Alright, time to get even for the blow up doll,' she thought.
"Okay," she said, "your next exercise is a Plie Squat. I want you to turn your knees and toes out to the sides and take a really wide stance so you knees don't go past your toes. Like this." She demonstrated the squat. "Do it with no weight first so we make sure you have the move down, then we'll grab the bar."
He tried the move, but couldn't open his legs as wide as she had demonstrated. "I don't think I have it," he said with a grin. "Can you show me again?"
As she demonstrated the move once more, she noticed his gaze focus on her crotch. 'I'm so evil,' she though to herself. As he tried again, unsuccessfully, to perform the movement, she moved closer to him and whispered in his ear, "This is why I don't date wrestlers. Ya'll are so musclebound you can't be flexible enough to satisfy my kinky side." She smiled as she tuned to walk over to the next machine, but she wasn't expecting his arms to stop her movement.
He pulled her back against his body, grinding his hips into her back so she could feel how aroused he was. He spun her around to face him as his lips came down hard against hers. He opened her mouth with his tongue so he could taste more of her. After several long moments he released her mouth and squeezed her tighter as he nuzzled her neck. She tried to pull away, but he wouldn't let her go. Huskily, he whispered in her ear, "Don't tease me if you can't take the consequences of it." He then kissed her again, softly this time, sending tingles of desire through her spine.
"AHEM," they were interrupted. "You mind getting a room for that some other time. I have an appointment for my fitness assessment." Of all times for Kurt Angle to show up early for his assessment.
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