Blair takes you shopping

“First, you need some proper training gear.”

She drives you to the next town over, a trip that takes half an hour, initially down winding roads and between isolated farmsteads, before hitting bigger roads that bypass villages. You hit the town’s ringroad, only coming off at an out-of-town shopping centre, dominated by a DIY chain and a supermarket. One of the other stores is a sport store.

It has quite a range. But Blair is there to tell you what you should be buying. She buys several pairs of shorts, extra baggy to deal with the monster down there, a handful of proper training tops, several pairs of socks and then spends a while working out the best trainers for you. You thought she’d only buy one pair, but she insists that you buy 2.

“One pair for indoors. One pair for outdoors. We’re going to start you on a jogging routine and a weights routine. You can’t wear the outdoor pair when indoors. You’ll be traipsing around mud and that’s not appreciated.”

She spends some time looking at the swimming trunks.

“I’m tempted to get you swimming, but the problem is this.” She reaches down and gropes your groin. Your monster stirs at the less than gentle tugs. “Even if you have it under control, it’s close to obscene. Maybe later.”

All of it comes to a lot of money, more money than you feel comfortable spending. When you raise that concern, Blair instantly dismisses it. “Nonsense, you need all this.”

“I haven’t been paid yet.”

“Thursday’s pay day. You’ll see. Put it all on your credit card and pay it back later. This is an investment in your future.”

She’s already planning your future, and you just have **** but accept. You leave with several filled bags. You put it all in her trunk.

“Next,” she tells you with a wicked smile.