Meeting Brandon.

I pull at the fabric on the bottom of the sports bra. I'm a bit nervous, I laugh. I look around, thankful no one is around me to see me laughing at myself in the mirror.

"God, this is crazy, isn't it?"

My dark purple eyes stare back at me, and my forehead shines slightly under the harsh overhead lighting of the bathroom gym. I run my hands down over my chest, down my front, and onto my thigh. Teasing Matt and Ellie is something that's easy. It's hardly sexual. Those two are such shy little cuties that just smiling at them makes them swoon. But Brandon...
If the rumours are true about him... He's going to flirt, and he's going to be touchy. From what I've heard from other girls at uni, if you even hint that you've a boyfriend, He becomes even more hands-on and much more eager to offer you free lessons and spend extra 'on the house' time after sessions.

I'm nervous. But shit. My eyes glance at my chest, my arousal evident through the hard mounds on my chest, and I can feel the warmth starting to seep through my gym shorts. I bite my lip, take a long, slow breath out, and neatly fold my pump cover and push it into my bag. Time to go find him. I looked him up, of course, he's tall, ripped, dark skinned, and handsome. A different type of handsome compared to Erik. He's an almost aggressive, handsome. I wonder if his personality matches his dark and intense features.

His eyes are all over me; he doesn't at all try to hide it. A few weeks ago, it would've sent a disgusted shiver down my spine, but now. It sends a shiver down the space between my legs.

"You must be Vi, a pleasure to meet you. You definitely don't look like you need any training." He grins as his eyes drop to my exposed midriff again.
He's so casual with it, it's such a fucking turn on, whenever Erik talks to me like this it makes me want to ride him or push him against the wall... God, I'm such a slut sometimes. I smile sweetly, too wide for someone who's there for serious training. I make sure I bend forward ever so slightly, giving him a view down my bra. "Wow, thank you, Brandon, that's so sweet. Maybe I'll just head home and get a refund." I wink playfully.
He laughs heartily, enjoying the clear flirting. "Don't speak so soon. Your application said you do modelling, I can make sure that they never want to take their eyes off you."
"So, you're saying that you can take your eyes off me right now?"
He pauses before he bites his lower lip with another smile. "Of course not, let's get started."

His big, strong hands push against me, stretching my legs. His full hand gripping my leg, he stares down at me with an intense, hungry gaze.
"How does that feel? The stretch should be right here."
I have to hold in a shuddering moan as his fingers press into my inner thigh, I can feel my pussy moistening with every dominant touch. I can't believe what Erik has turned me into.
My mind flashes with images of Erik. His huge cock inside me, the way his hand wraps around my throat. As Brandon helps me to my feet, the friction between my legs sends shivers down my entire body. I picture Brandon pushing me against the wall in the change rooms. Erik watching, joining. I picture him with Heidi, or Ari. I didn't use to be like this.

"We're not done training just yet, Vi. You're looking a little red."
I wave away his concern and get on my back in front of him for the next stretch. "I'm good."
Fuck. His hands are on my ankles, spreading my legs apart, standing between me. I picture him naked, his ripped ivory skin dripping and glistening with sweat, his thick cock stretching me out. Erik in my mouth, my holes filled with this delicious meat. Fuck, I can't hold in my small moan.

"Glad to know the session is pushing you so far."
I blush. "I've never been stretched like this."
"I've been known for my ability to stretch and push my clients."
"Maybe I'll bring my boyfriend next time and you can stretch us both." I tease.
Despite the homoerotic ribbing, Brandon's eyes darken, a sly smile spreads across his face as he helps me close my legs. I'm soaked, there's no denying it, he's looking at me with pure fucking lust.

I bite my lip, I know he can see it, his eyes are devouring me through the mirror in front of us, I can feel his hard length against the round of my ass. His hands are on my waist, holding me close against him. I don't think this is how you spot for squats. The weight is low enough that I don't need it. I still push my ass out, wiggle it slightly as we reach the deepest point of the squat.
"Can you feel it?"
"I can."
"The tension in your glutes and hamstrings."
"I do..." I exhale softly. "It's hard to miss."
We keep doing reps, his cock getting harder and bigger with every rep. I feel like I'm just grinding against this man, it's so public, my entire body is covered in goosebumps.

"How did you find the session?"
Brandon leans against the wall, handing me a fresh towel.
"Good. Nice and hard, I'll be back."
"Good. I'll be here to sculpt you into a model that no agency could turn down. I do some modelling myself."
"I'm not surprised." I flirt. "What kind of modelling do you do?"
"Gym wear mostly. Online retailers, some underwear modelling."
"That's something I'd like to see." I suggestively wrap my lips around the straw from my water bottle. Brandon smirks.
"I'll show you next time." He glances at his watch. "I have another client coming soon." He hands me a small card. "Give me a call. I do advanced one-on-one sessions for those who want to work hard." His eyes drop to my chest as I reach for the card.
"Is that so? I'll think about it."