Big Girls Don't Cry (5 page)

“Are you cold? Eat some of that. It’ll
warm you up; I promise. It’s good for your
metabolism
also. It’s a thermogenic— it heats up your body from the inside
,
helping it to metabolism fat
,
and burn more calories.”

“I can eat food to burn fat? Is there anything sweet that does that?”

“
Ha-ha
,” he says, being serious. “Sugar is the Devil, Miss
Gretchen L
ane
. You’re going to learn that with me as your trainer.”

“Yeah, I think we need to talk about this trainer thing.” My chest expands with the deep inhaled breath, and I hold it momentarily before letting it out, nervous to speak. “Billy, I don’t
know if I can train with you. I don’t think I’m ready,” I continue.  I know the guys who threw the soda at me must go to that gym, and that alone
,
has me terrified to go inside.

“Hey, hey.
It’
s all good,
” Billy
states, patting my hand as it begins to shake lightly. “You don’t have to be afraid to come inside the gym.”

“I’m not afraid!”

“I’m thirty years old,
Gretchen
. I trained my first client at e
ighteen years old. I know when someone is afraid to come into my gym. I also know when someone has a panic attack and passes out in my gym. So
if I’m going to be your trainer, you
have to be honest with me. You have to tell
me
everything. If it’s too much—I need to know. If it hurts— I need to know. If you lose your
menstrual
cycle—I need to know.”

This time it’s my mouth that food shoots out of
,
as I yell
, “Excuse me!”

“It happens!
The body can respond in several different ways when exposed to increased levels
of physical exertion.
One being the
loss of
your
menstrual
cycle.
That being said, we need to have
an
open line of communication, so I know how your body is responding.
Savvy?
”

“Okay. I was
afraid
to come inside, so I called to cancel.”

“I know,” he acknowledges,
smiling
triumphantly. “Here’s how this
is going to work
. You
now
train with the best trai
ner in this state, A-Hem,” he clears his throat
jokingly, “Billy Badass. So, y
ou
don’t have to be afraid of
nuthin’! As far as you
’
r
e
concerned,
that is your gym
—
and I want you to walk through it like you own it. Understand?”

‘This guy is something
else,
’
I think, staring at him
.
And, knowing he would never take anything but a yes, I agree.

“Don’t worry. You’re going to earn it.” He smiles assuredly. “And, you’ll love every bit of it…I promise.”
He has a wicked little smirk on his face, that leaves me wondering whether he is just being really nice or whether
he is doing the unimaginable— f
lirting with me.

~ ~ ~

The next evening at 7pm sharp, I met with Billy for my first personal tr
aining session—and, as promised
I loved every torturous second of it
…

Billy was amazing—he called before I left my apartment, and had me
,
totally pumped up by the time I arrived at
the gym. I admit I was nervous— re
ady to throw up
,
nervous. But, he met me at the front door, and just seeing him made me feel
calm
.

“Remember, it’s your gym,” he said. “You walk through it like you own the joint.”

“But, I don’t even have a membership yet,” I whispered,
as we approached the front desk.

“Sure you do. This is your temporary membership card.”
Billy scans the small card under the reader and it beeps lightly, signally the Ok to pass. “Here you go. It’s good for one month. I’ll train you twice a week during that time. If you’re happy with your results, you can get a membership, and possibly more training. If not, you’ll at least
have made
a cool friend.” He smiles and runs a hand through his thick curly black hair. “Hello…Hello.”
His other hand waves in front of my face.

“Uh? Oh, sorry. I was just thinking about it.” Actually
,
I can’
t stop staring at him.

His face.
His body…I swear—he
’s so ripped, it looks like he’
s constantly flexing. His sweat suit is shiny gold nylon with white stripes running down the side of the legs, and it hugs his body like a glove. The color accents his bronze tan, and his eyes are like blue crystals set amongst his
chiseled
features. Tonight he has a small five o’clock shadow and it makes him look so manly.
Rough, and beautiful.

“Does that sound like a plan?” he continues, leaning in handing me the pass.

“Absolutely,” I agree
, smelling
his cologne
as he stands over me looking down and smiling. He’s close
to
me and I almost feel dominated by his presence.
‘
I’
ll remember that look tonight,’
I think as I picture my vibrator sliding over my thick pussy.

That was all it took—I spent the rest of the night as Billy’s new victim. But, instead of
dying
the whole time, I pictured Billy fucking me.

Every time he yelled for me to
‘Push harder!’
or
‘Dig Deeper!’
I saw Billy behind me, pulling my long hair and fucking the hell out of me. And, the harder I pushed, I think the more he got off on it. He would smile and encourage me, and when I did
particularly
well, he would stroke and massage me as I recovered. His touch was electrifying. At one point he stood close
behind as he spotted me d
uring
bicep-barbell curls. My ass pushed back against his crotch
,
and with every
repetition
it felt like he drove his dick between my butt cheeks, damn near bringing me to orgasm. It was the last set of my workout, and when I was done I dropped
to the floor completely exhausted and covered in sweat. Looking up, I
saw Billy
concealing a very large hard-on with his clip-board.
‘This guy really gets off on kicking peoples asses.’

That was alright with me. He could do whatever he wanted to me…And, I’d pay for it.

My body hurt so badly that first night I didn’t even think about pleasuring myself when I got home. I actually hated Billy, and fucking myself with him, was out of the question.

CHAPTER FIVE

I was surprised the next day when I received a phone call from him checking up on me.

“Hey Miss
Gretchen L
ane
, How are you feeling?”

“Oh my God, I hate you! Am I supposed to feel like this? I’m hurting
so
bad.”

“Bad, like bad bad?
Or
a g
ood bad?”

“Is there a difference?
It’s a good bad, I guess.
It just hurts,” I pout.

“You need to relax in the
Jacuzzi
or steam
room. That’s what I do after I
work out
.”

“Ooh, that sounds good.”

“Hit the gym. It’s free.”

“God, I think I will after work. Will there be a lot of people?”

“You should wait until ten or so. It’s dead after that.”

“Thanks Billy. I’m going to do that.”

After
promising
I would show up for our next session
, I thanked Billy for calling
,
and
said goodbye.

~ ~ ~

Billy wasn’t lying—
besides the young girl who sat at the front desk, the gym was empty. I scanned in and headed to the locker room to change. I decided to skip the Jacuzzi
preferring
the
seclusion
of the
Sauna
instead
.

Steam rushes out of the door, and
I can
barely
see as I step inside. A small
overhead
light barely
illuminates
the room
,
an
d a large figure sit
s
on the
top
tier of
the
wooden benches
lining the
back wall. A towel sits wrapped around the body
,
and the chest remains free
—
exposing the sweat covered torso of a man.  A second
towel
is
draped
over his head
, hanging
down looking at the floor.

Wanting
to be
alone
,
I turn to leave.
‘Maybe the Jacuzzi is open.’

“Hey. W
h
ere ya’ going?”

“Billy?”
I ask, waving steam from my face to get a better look.

“
Yep, that’s my name,
”
he says jokingly.
Hearing his voice sends a chill up my spine
,
and a smile to my face
,
and I step into the room closing the door behind me.

“What are you doing here?”
I ask, thanking God, as I hear the angels singing
.

“
Hopefully, getting these muscles recovered
,” he answers, kneading his large thighs.  “
It was a
brutal training session tonight,
”
he continues, looking up
to catch me staring
.
I avert my eyes at the last second to keep from seeing Billy’s penis
,
hanging
barely covered by the small towel
wrapped
around his waist.
‘Why did I look away? Maybe, he wanted me to see it.
No,
I’m being crazy.’

Moving to the far side of the steamy room, I take a seat on the lowest bench. Billy is barely
visible
through the thick steam floating about the dark
,
cedar walled room.

“What are you doing
way
over there? I can’t even see you, silly.”
He laughs lightly
, while standing up and wiping his face with the smaller towel. Tossed
aside
, he walks
towards me
with his almost naked body flexing
with every step
.
A Roman gladiator
ready for battle
is what he looks like with the towel
wrapped tightly
around his
thin
waist.
A young virgin locked in a small room with a warrior—his prize after winning the battle. His to do with anything he wants. My pussy tingles at the thought of being
taken
. 

He moves to the tier behind me and sitting down he spreads his legs,
holding
the towel
, making sure
not
to
expose himself. “That’s better. What’s up, Miss
Gretchen L
ane
?”
he asks, smiling down at me.
His sweaty body rippling from head to toe.

“
I’m dying. My body feels like I’ve been in a wreck or something,” I answer, rubbing my shoulders.

“Here, turn around,” he directs. I follow his command,
and leaning back,
he begins massaging my shoulders.

“Oohhh, My God, that feels so good.”
I melt
with
his touch
and my muscles scream with the grip of his strong hands.
Across
my shoulders
he caresses and
rubs, as I lay against him with my eyes closed.

“Your skin is so soft,” he says, lightly dragging his fingertips across
me
.