Three best friends become entangled in a web of seduction at the hands (and other parts) of their hunky new gym trainer.
Tammy just wants to tone up. Some parts aren't as firm as they were in college. When she joins the new gym in town, she's sucked into a game of seduction by her hunky new trainer and his gorgeous assistant.
Lynn and her husband have a sexy arrangement. She gets a little on the side from time to time, and he gets to fulfill his voyeuristic fantasies. When Lynn learns about Tammy's hot new trainer, she makes the move to set up a little in-home workout of her own.
Kelsey and Luke's love life has become a bit too tepid for her tastes. It's time to spice things up a bit. Maybe it's time to bring back some of those wild college days and turn up the heat! When Lynn and Tammy can't say enough about the gym stud that's rocking their world, Kelsey knows that he's just the one to help reignite that marital spark.
Told with Lisa X Lopez's addictive filthy prose and seductive style, The Trainer is a novel-length adult dive into the lives of three hotties who are ready to sweat it out with their over-endowed gym trainer, and each other! Pick up this hot new novel and get the latest dose of Lisa's dirty fantasies.
Tammy was not fat. Tammy was, in fact, quite trim and shapely. There were a few things, though, that Tammy felt had just become a little loose over the years. Her once flat and tight tummy wasn’t the one that so many had been eager to take body shots off of back in college. When she put on her jeans, she blushed to see just a bit of skin hanging over the sides. The firm, well-rounded buns that had, before, been the kind that made men bend her over and ram her so hard now showed just a bit of sag.
There were just things that needed tightening up, which was normal for a woman of thirty-four. Tammy had, to this end, tried booty bands and sit-ups. She’d done crunches in her home and cut her carbs. While those things made her feel good, the results she wanted weren’t there.
The problem was not that Tammy didn’t like doing these things. Tammy’s problem was that she had no one that mattered to hold her accountable. Her two best friends were in the same position, and neither of them would tell her that she was not as “hot” as she’d once been. They did not query her about her dieting or check in on her exercise. It wasn’t their problem, and it wasn’t their responsibility.
Tammy needed that little bit of encouragement, that extra push and the accountability to stick with it. She needed someone to look at her, measure the results, and to tell her she was doing a good job, that she was sticking with it, that there was improvement. Tammy needed a trainer.
When Tammy passed by the new gym on 6th, a bright and modern place with lean and attractive people on posters in the windows, something about it told her that this was the place. Here was where she’d find accountability and progress. The sign on the door stated, “Nationally Recognized and Verified Results,” which was exactly what Tammy wanted.
She pushed through the glass door of the gym and into the lobby, which was clean, comfortable and newly painted. On one wall hung a flat screen TV, showing fit men working with women and fit women working with men. All of them wore modern, matching fitness apparel with an orange logo, just like on the glass. On another wall were photos of men and women posing with trainers, displaying before and after results with a time period. One month. Three months. Six months. All of them showed improvement.
Tammy approached the desk, where an attractive and fit brunette in a polo, bearing the gym’s logo, typed at a computer.
“Hi! Welcome to YouFit,” the woman said happily, “I’m Tara. How can I help?”
“Hi,” Tammy said back, “I’m looking for information, I guess. I’ve been thinking about hiring a personal trainer.”
The woman nodded and asked, “Would you like to fill out a little information about your goals? I’ll be happy to take a look and let you know who we have that’s best suited for your journey.”
“Okay,” Tammy agreed, “Sure.”
The woman picked up a tablet, poked at it a few times, and then handed it to Tammy. Tammy accepted, took a seat, and looked over the form. She filled in the information for her name, phone number, email address, and then started in on the questions.
Which best describes your long-term goal?
A: Weight loss
B: Build muscle
C: Strength training
D: Endurance
F: Overall fitness
E: Other
Tammy checked the box for other, and then wrote in, “I’d like to tone up and work with someone that will hold me accountable to my goals.”
***
The other questions asked about her medical history, inquired as to her current exercise regime, her diet, her gender preference in a trainer, and her availability. Tammy had no medical history and no firm exercise regime. She did not necessarily care what gender the trainer was, and she was available any evening and all weekend. She took the tablet back to the receptionist.
The woman took Tammy’s information, then handed her a brochure, saying, “If you’d like to give me a few minutes to get you in the system, I’ll work on matching you with someone and give you some rates. How does that sound?”
“Sure,” Tammy nodded, “Thanks.”
She returned to the chair and looked over the slick brochure as she waited. A few minutes later, Tara called her back to the desk.
“We have an evening opening with one of our best trainers, Kyle,” Tara said, “and based on your answers on the form, I think you’ll be a great fit for him.”
Tammy thought the girl’s expression held a bit of a smirk, but she could have been wrong.
“That sounds great,” she said, “What does he charge?”
“That will depend on what you actually need. In general, you’re looking at about $40 to $150 per week, but that can vary. If you’d like to wait a few minutes, he should be finishing up and I can take you in to meet him. He’ll get more in-depth with you and figure out what’s really going on inside. Getting fit is a lot about your mentality, not just your body. He’s the expert, so he can make out a solid plan. How does that sound?”
“That… that’s good. Sure,” Tammy agreed.
“Just have a seat.”
Tammy waited for a quarter of an hour, at the end of which the doors to the gym proper opened and a blonde woman carrying a gym bag walked out, a dark-haired man behind her.
“Awesome work, Beth,” the guy said, “You really got it down today. Let’s keep working on it. It won’t be long.”
The woman looked exhausted, flushed, and glowing. Her body was also lean and hard, every curve sculpted and tight. It was exactly what Tammy wanted to look like.
“Hey, Kyle,” Tara said, drawing the man’s attention, “You’ve got a new client.”
She nodded toward Tammy, who stood and felt her knees go weak as the trainer approached. He wasn’t just fit. The guy was gorgeous. He had the dark mop of hair that seemed casually out of place, but that was no surprise considering he’d just come from a training class. He was well built, but trim and fit, defined without being ripped. He wore a sleeveless top that hugged his muscled chest, and a pair of shorts that showed his sculpted calves.
His gaze burrowed into Tammy as he flicked his eyes over her body expertly, assessing her, while he stuck out his hand and said, “Kyle. Pleasure to meet you. Would you like to come in and talk about your goals?”
Tammy shook his hand, blushing like a schoolgirl and answered, “Yes.”
His smile was genuine and kind, wholly professional, as he nodded toward the doors. Tammy followed. Kyle pushed open the door and held it for her to pass through. He began a circuit of the gym, showing her equipment and what the place offered.
“The highlight of the place is the staff,” he said, “The trainers here are some of the best. We’re like your support. We’ll be as involved in your journey as you want us to be, because what we really care about is helping people realize that the only limits they have are the ones they put on themselves. Your fitness isn’t just about getting into a shape physically. The mental part is just as important. We’re all trained in meditation techniques, certified nutritionists, and we really take pride in helping you be an overall better you.”
“That’s what I need,” Tammy admitted, “It’s just really hard to do it on my own. I feel like having someone that can help me track my progress and not let me quit when things get hard is something that will actually help.”
Kyle nodded agreement and said, “We all need that. Sharing your results and getting encouragement to push through boundaries is one of the most vital aspects of success in anyone’s journey. Why don’t you tell me a bit about what you want, and I don’t mean what they ask on the form. What are you really after, Tammy?”
They stopped, and Kyle put his hands behind his back, waiting. Those dark eyes seemed to be able to search her soul and Tammy flushed under his gaze.
“I… I guess I really want to tone up. Things are starting to, you know, sag a bit and I’m just not happy about it. I want to turn heads in a bikini and look hot in a skirt again, and I just don’t feel like I do anymore. That probably sounds shallow.”
Kyle shook his head and said, “Not at all. You’ve got to be happy with what you show the rest of the world, or it’s hard to be happy about the parts of you that you don’t show. Confidence in your outside breeds confidence inside, and that kind of thing can really impact all the success you have in life.”
He paused, thinking, and then said, “Tell you what. Would you mind if I get some basic measurements for a baseline? We want to be able to track every step of your progress along the way. It’s like football. Every inch is a step closer to the goal. We’ll step back to the office and take some notes.”
“I guess that’s okay,” Tammy agreed.
“Great. Let me just grab one of the ladies and we’ll head back,” Kyle said.
He strode back to the front, returning a moment with Tara. The three of them walked toward the back, where Kyle held the door for them, and then they entered his office. The space was almost manically ordered. Every shelf was neat, the desk well organized, and everything was labeled. Kyle took a pen and paper from the desk, then handed Tara a measuring tape.
“Let’s start with weight,” he said, and indicated a digital scale.
Tammy stepped on it, Tara called out the number, and Kyle wrote it down. Tara used the tape to measure every part of Tammy, who blushed, feeling like she was being fitted for a dress. Kyle wrote down numbers. Her shoulders, arms, belly, bust, under bust, her thighs, legs, butt, even her neck.
“Great. Thanks, Tara,” Kyle said.
“Sure!”
Tara left them alone.
“I’ll be honest, Tammy,” Kyle said, “You already look great. This isn’t about my opinion, though, or anyone else’s. We’ll get you to where you want to be, because that’s the measure. When you’re happy, I’ll be happy. I’d like to have you in no less than three days a week. I’m going to work up a nutrition plan for you. If you commit to the three days, I think we can do this thing at $100 per week.
That’s to start. The rate will go down as you go into maintenance. My goal is to give you something that you can keep up with on your own, and then you’ll really only need to stick with me for accountability. I have clients who have reached their goals, but we still keep in touch just because they like me to keep them honest,“ he chuckled, “How much you want me involved is, ultimately, up to you.”
Tammy beamed and said, “I’d like that. Three days is no problem. When can we start?”
Kyle checked his calendar and said, “How does a Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday schedule work for you?”
“Great!”
Kyle nodded, rose, and showed her out.
“I’ll have everything worked up by Thursday. We’ll shoot for 6:00. Now, I’m going to work you pretty hard in the beginning, but it’s important that you don’t quit if you want to meet that goal. If you do, we’ll get that bikini body in no time. Cool?”
“Yes! Absolutely,” Tammy agreed, “I’m really excited.”
Kyle shook her hand again at the door.
***
Kyle had helpful tips for Tammy’s nutrition plan, a reduction in carbs combined with an increase in proteins. He installed an app on her phone, linked to the same on his own, where they could monitor and track her intake. The app contained a variety of recipes and recommendations to help her decide on her meal choices.
True to his word, Kyle worked her hard on their first day, focusing on toning exercises for her legs and butt. Over the other days, they’d begin work on her waist, tummy and arms. By the end of the first session, Tammy’s legs felt like string, but it was a good burn. Having Kyle nearby, encouraging her, correcting her positions, she found to be just what she needed to keep motivated.
While they worked, Kyle was complimentary but firm, not at all shy to call her out when she didn’t squat low enough or if her posture was bad. He’d carefully lay a hand on her back, her bottom, correct her, and then continue. All of it was very professional, but at the completion of each round Kyle would always praise her, stating, “Good girl,” which did something funny to Tammy’s pussy.
The way Kyle said the words, the tone of his voice, deep and commanding, with a hint of expectation, made Tammy want to do better, to make sure that Kyle would be pleased with her performance and continue to tell her she was good. Once the session was done, she found herself back in Kyle’s office, along with Tara. The woman, once again, took Tammy’s measurements all around and called out her weight to Kyle, who wrote down the numbers in his book. As she’d expected, there was no real change after only an hour, but Kyle told her that it was important to monitor everything, to keep her improving.
“If you don’t track each detail,” he said, “you might see some improvements, but you won’t hit the total goal. When I’m finished with you, you’re not even going to want to hide what you’ve got under a bikini.”
He gave her a little wink that made Tammy blush, and Tara laughed along with him.
“That’s the truth,” Tara added, “After Kyle’s worked you over, you’ll wonder how you ever got along without his guidance.”
On her way out of the office, accompanied by Tara, they passed a fit, dark-haired Latina woman in a tight pair of leggings and sports bra. The woman and Tara shared some kind of look, a smile, and then she disappeared into Kyle’s office and shut the door.
***
Tammy did some shopping on her way home, picking up some things to craft a few of the recipes in her app. She logged her meal that night, received a positive message from Kyle, and went to bed. Before work the next morning, despite her legs aching, Tammy went for a short jog around the block, logged her breakfast, and got ready for work. When she got out of the shower, there was a thumbs-up in the app from Kyle.
The next session was more of the same, this time focusing on firming up her stomach and trimming her waist. Throughout the training, Kyle again told her that she was a good girl, and Tammy felt that little burn of arousal at the words, pleased that Kyle was happy with her. After the session, while Tara took her measurements once more, Kyle had a suggestion.
“You need to visualize your goal, Tammy. What’s your goal? Affirm it.”
“I want my bikini body and to be fit and toned,” Tammy said.
Kyle nodded and said, “Before the next session, I want you to go pick up two new bikinis. They need to be something that you don’t feel comfortable wearing right now, but that you want to feel sexy in when you reach your goal. Bring them with you to the next session.”
“Alright,” Tammy agreed, “What for?”
“Tracking,” Kyle said, “If you’re uncomfortable how you look in them now, but it’s what you want to attain, you need visual reinforcement of how far you’ve come by the end. We’re going to keep a photo book, so that by the end you’ll see just what an improvement you’ve made. Cool?”
Tammy nodded and left the office with Tara. Tonight, there was a sexy redhead outside the office, waiting. She went inside as they exited and shut the door.
“Pretty, huh?” Tara asked, snapping Tammy’s gaze from the door.
“Yeah,” Tammy agreed, “She was gorgeous.”
“Those are the kind of results you can expect if you stick with it. Once you’re out of the starter period, and Kyle really gets down to training you, it will be you looking gorgeous outside that door.”
***
The following day, after work, Tammy purchased two bikinis that made her blush. The first was a black one with high rise bottoms that would show off a lot of booty, while the top added some extra bounce to her boobs. The second was quite scandalous, more of a microkini, navy blue and something that barely offered coverage. Neither of them, she felt fit to wear, but she imagined stares and whistles, lusty glances and jealous looks, once she had her body fit, slim, and toned.
Continuing to log her meals in the app, she got a little boost each time she saw Kyle comment, encourage, and then tell her she was a good girl. During the next session, Kyle worked on her shoulders, arms and upper back, touching lightly when necessary to correct her posture. When they finished, she returned to the office with him and Tara.
“You brought the suits?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Great,” Kyle said, “I’m going to step out. You can change into the first one in my bathroom, and then I’d like Tara to get a photo of you in each of them. It will go in the book for reference. I promise, if you keep letting me work on you, you’re going to love the results.”
Kyle left the office and Tammy changed into the first suit, her skin flushed with humiliation as Tara snapped her photo. The second suit, small as it was, hardly covered anything. Tara assured her that it looked good, that she was beautiful, as she took her photo. Tammy changed again and Tara called Kyle back in.
“Those will go on a secure online server,” Kyle explained, while Tara uploaded the two photos, “Go ahead and set a password. You’re going to be the only one who has access to them, until you choose to show them to someone else.”
Tammy sat down at the computer and typed in a password, saved it, and closed the window.
“Tomorrow,” Kyle instructed, “I want you to go out and get two sets of lingerie. Again, it should be something that you’re not comfortable with right now.”
Tammy agreed and Tara showed her out of the office. Tonight, there was a brunette in a mini skirt and tight top outside the door, who entered when they left and closed the door.
“He works really late,” Tammy remarked.
Tara nodded and said, “Yeah. He always makes the time to keep up with his client’s training. Even after they reach their goals, they love coming back for a quick session just to keep it up. You’ll come back, too, after he’s done training you.”
***
Tammy was not a stranger to lingerie or sexy underthings. She owned several sets of it and actually loved wearing it. It was a bit of a naughty little secret, in fact. Most days, she wore sexy lingerie under her clothes, even though no one, at present, would see it. Wearing it made her feel cute and a little naughty. It always had.
Back in college, her two best friends called her a lingerie slut, because she was always wearing it around their dorm, and later around the off-campus house they’d shared. These days, she didn’t feel the same confidence as she had when she was in her twenties, but she still loved wearing it. As she shopped for two new sets, she found herself thinking of wearing it for Kyle.
She imagined the trainer’s hands correcting her posture, but instead of wearing her workout clothes she wore black lingerie and he told her she was a good girl. His hand touched her ass, brushed lightly across her shoulders or her arm, traced her neck, and in her imagination the workout she got was far more intense and erotic then simply doing squats, leg lifts, or crunches. She left the store with two new sets, a wet pussy, and the desire to touch herself.
Each day, over the weekend, and through the days leading to the next session, Kyle’s messages and encouragement became a daily thing that Tammy looked forward to. Intent on reaching her goal and with Kyle encouraging her, she regularly jogged each morning, logged her meals, and did little extras like further crunches. The positive reinforcement, sharing her progress with Kyle, always gave her the little thrill of receiving a good girl, which made her pussy damp.
Following her second week’s first session, she met with Tara and Kyle in the office, where Kyle instructed her to try on the lingerie set. While he stepped outside, Tara took the two photos, which made Tammy feel a little sexy, because she had a measurable change in her waistline this week. She logged into the server and allowed Tara to upload the photos. When she left with the woman, a trim and bouncy blonde waited outside the door to Kyle’s office.
“How does he make time for all these clients and still have a life?” Tammy asked.
“Kyle’s clients are his life,” Tara said, shrugging, “You’ll be hard pressed to find a more dedicated trainer. Once he starts working on you, he doesn’t let you quit.”
Tammy blushed as she thought about the way she’d touched herself, thinking of her erotic workout fantasy. As she drove home, she pictured the hot blonde getting a workout from Kyle, and when she got home she masturbated to the hot little fantasy.
***
In their next session, Tammy felt sure that Kyle’s workout shorts were a bit tighter, a little smaller, but she wondered if that was just her imagination. She’d been having a lot of silly thoughts about the trainer lately, so perhaps she was just taking more notice of his cock now, having jilled her pussy to her little fantasy half a dozen times. That had to be it, she concluded. She just needed to get laid.
Following the session, Tara took more photos of her in the bikinis and the lingerie. When she uploaded them, Tammy checked each photo carefully and she was certain that she could see a change. Where, before, she had a slight roll that hung over the sides of the bikini bottoms, now it was barely noticeable. Her stomach was a little flatter, her legs a bit more defined, and her butt just a bit tighter. She liked the change.
“What do you think?” she asked Kyle and Tara.
“You’re sure you want to share them?” Kyle asked.
“Yes. I’d like a professional opinion.”
The two of them rounded the desk and for several minutes, they examined the photos. Tammy was conscious of Kyle’s crotch only a few inches from her face, and when she glanced sidelong at it, she could see the outline of his cock. It was hard and it looked big. She flushed and pretended to look at the photos with them, but all she could think about was that Kyle was taking in the site of her nearly nude body in the bikinis and the sexy lingerie. She wondered if he liked what he saw.
“It’s a definite improvement, Tammy,” he said, “Good girl.”
Tammy felt weak in her knees and blushed at the words.
“You’re certainly toning up,” Tara agreed, “especially in the waistline.”
She tapped at the photo on the screen, then added, “Look at that booty, Kyle. It’s going to be a thing of beauty.”
Kyle nodded approvingly and Tammy felt warm as the two of them stared at her ass and appraised it. Kyle leaned in and traced his finger along her spine in the photo, commenting, “Let’s work on this arch a little bit.”
As he leaned in, the bulge of his cock touched lightly against her cheek. It was purely accidental, she assumed, lasting no more than a breath. It had the effect of making her think, again, about his cock. Tammy closed out the folder and followed Tara out of the office, where tonight there was another woman waiting outside.
***
Tammy played with her pussy that night and the following night, indulging her gym fantasy until she came. During her next session they worked on the arch of her back, which Tammy felt was very arousing. She lay prone, with her ass in the air and her breasts pressed to the floor, while Kyle’s hand rested in the center of her back. Occasionally, Kyle would move his hand to the back of her legs, correcting their position, gripping them lightly. Tammy’s pussy was wet by the end of the session, as she’d imagined Kyle behind her, taking her in that prone position, while she wore the sexy lingerie.
By the end of the first month, Tammy was allowing Kyle to photograph her in the bikinis and lingerie, rather than leaving the office. Tara was still present, but now it was Kyle taking her measurements, calling out the numbers, his hands brushing her tummy, her breasts, her thighs and ass. She had measurable changes in her figure and both Kyle and Tara were very complimentary of her in the bikinis.
Throughout all of this, Tammy continued indulging in her fantasy, and Kyle fucking her in the gym had become an almost nightly imagined scenario. She pictured his cock, outlined in the tight shorts, his muscled arms around her or his hands groping her. Every day she received the messages, which only fueled the fantasy. Good girl. Keep pushing. Don’t quit.
On the night of her thirteenth session, Tara was out sick, which left Tammy alone with Kyle in the office for the first time. The trainer, as usual, was nothing but professional. What did change, though, was Tammy’s routine when she left the office. Tonight, the dark-haired Latina woman was back. Since Tara was not with her, Tammy paused at the end of the hall.
Seeing the women outside the door each night had been part of Tammy’s little fantasy. She imagined each of them going into Kyle’s office for some extra training, personal training, the kind of training that Tammy imagined in her fantasy. Now, she had an opportunity to satisfy some of her curiosity. She crept back to the door and, carefully, pressed her ear against it.
The idea of spying made her hot, like she was a voyeur, which is exactly what she was. She didn’t expect to actual hear anything naughty. Kyle had been very professional the entire time, after all. Only, she did hear something. She hear Kyle’s voice.
“Good girl,” came the sound of his muffled words through the door, “Deeper. You can get it. Don’t quit.”
Tammy almost gasped, but held it in and continued to listen. She heard the woman choke, cough, and then she moaned and Kyle sighed.
“There you go,” he said, his voice deep and husky, “Just another inch. You’ve got this. Swallow the whole cock and you can have it in your pussy, alright?”
Tammy covered her mouth and glanced around, but no one was here to catch her. She couldn’t believe it. The woman was… sucking Kyle’s cock?
The woman moaned again, needily, and gagged.
“That’s it,” Kyle said, and groaned, “Oh, yes. Good girl. I knew you could do it.”
The woman gasped and Tammy assumed she had just deepthroated Kyle’s cock.
“Can I have it, now?” she asked, her lightly accented voice hushed and pleading, “Will you please fuck me?”
Tammy’s pussy felt so hot as she listened to the woman plead for Kyle’s cock.
“Yes, you can have it,” Kyle agreed.
There was a moment of quiet, and then she heard the squeak of the springs on the little cot in the office. The woman gasped and then she let out a long, drawn out moan of pleasure.
“It’s so good,” she hissed, “Oh, fuck! It’s so good!”
“Do you want to cum on it?” Kyle asked.
“Yes!”
“What do we have to do first?”
“I have to… take it… all… in my ass,” the woman gasped.
“Good girl,” Kyle said, “As soon as you take the whole thing, I’ll let you cum from your pussy. Do you want that?”
“Uh huh,” the woman agreed, deliriously.
“No more pussy tonight,” Kyle said, “We have to reach your goal. What’s your goal?”
“I want to take it… in my ass,” the woman said again.
Tammy barely resisted the urge to start fingering herself there in the hallway. Not only was Kyle fucking the woman, but he was about to fuck her bottom? The sound of footsteps in the gym, just down the hall, made Tammy start. She didn’t know how long she’d been standing here, listening, but the noise jolted her back to reality. Reluctantly, she fled down the hallway, nearly running into another trainer as he cleaned equipment. She mumbled a hasty apology and left the building.
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