New Quest: Get a workout in.

The encounter with Jen left your libido deliciously satisfied for the time being, but your body remained brimming with power. Recalling your talk with Lilith and how your body should be stronger than the average human, you decide the best way to give it a test would be your gym. In short order, you returned home, dressed in more appropriate workout attire, and made your way to the glorious House of Gains not 5 minutes from your home.

It was nearing noon time when you arrived with your customary bottle of water in hand. You give a nod to the clerk at the front desk and flash your pass, then get started with your warmup stretches. A cursory check of your flexibility gave some pleasing and appropriate results. Whereas before you could barely touch your toes, your reach extended beyond that by several inches, and you still felt as though you could squeeze out at least one more inch on top of that. You could hardly wait to hit the iron.

As you stretch, your eyes scope out the noontime crowd and immediately spot several new potential playthings for you to consider; a curvy Latina knocking out squats, a tall blonde jogging on a treadmill, a mature brunette with washboard abs knocking out some planks, and a chubby brunette getting her feet wet with the dumbbells. You file them away in the back of your head as you prepare for your first workout; some lateral machine, wide-grip pulldowns.

Back and chest exercises were always your favorite. The last time you were here, you maxed out at 85lbs, which was ok for some warmup weights to somebody who ate, slept, and breathed fitness. You on the other hand were never the gym rat type, but in recent months you wanted to get in better shape and lead a healthier lifestyle. Seating yourself at the machine, you slide the pin into the 85lbs block and perform your first rep. The weight fires upwards as if shot out of a cannon, and you flinch at the loud clatter it made as it hit the top. A couple of pairs of eyes turn in your direction, but thankfully most of the patrons either didn't notice your blunder or didn't care. You reset the weights and add another 50 lbs.

This second rep wasn't as easy but still, it barely gave your muscles a strain. Marveling at how much your physique had evolved during your awakening, you slide the pin into the 200lbs plate and begin pumping. This time seemed far more appropriate for your body, even if it only felt like warming up. Nevertheless, you knock out your set faithfully, breathing through each rep and keeping proper form. On the final rep, you drop the weight in place and stand to stretch, a small smile on your face.

The machine had a maximum weight of 300lbs, and in one night you had climbed from 85lbs to 200lbs. There was no telling how much stronger you could get if you really took fitness seriously. You hit the dumbbells and grab the 70lbs set on a whim. Easy. You bump it up to 85. Not bad. You hit the big 100, and the max set. That's more like it. All around you, eyes begin to turn as you knock out your sets on the heaviest free weights in the gym. Even the big guys who could pass as professional wrestlers or bodybuilders had to stop and watch, your relatively smaller frame handling 200lbs of iron with ease.

"Bro, you're killing it!"

"Damn man, I'm tryna be like you!"

"Easy weight! Get it, brother!"

And so on and so forth. You weren't the type to like being the center of attention, but this type of praise didn't feel half bad. You almost felt guilty banging on this kind of weight considering how you got there, the weight that took most people months, even years of dedicated work to accomplish that you were able to do overnight. Almost guilty. You finish your last set and rerack your weights, then continue with your workout. Chest press; easy. Cable rows; easy. Tricep extensions; easy. You were hardly breaking a sweat. It was dawning on you quickly that if you wanted to push yourself at all moving forward, you were going to need to get creative with how you did your workouts. Training montages from your favorite anime series flashed through your head, and you suppress a laugh at how ridiculous the whole notion had become. Shaking your head with a smile on your face, you move on to your final and least favorite workout of the day; the alternating battle ropes.

Even these were insanely easy, the ropes a blur in your hands as you pushed yourself far more than any of your other workouts. At the very least, you wanted to get your heart rate up so it at least felt like time well spent. All around you came curious glances, including all of the potential playmates you scouted not half an hour before. Deciding to have a little fun, you allow your Incubus pheromones to leak out to any receptive ladies. The effect is almost instant, for as you finish up your battle ropes, you feel a tapping on your shoulder.

"That. Was. Freaking. Awesome," came an amazed voice.

You turn to find Amanda, the gym's general manager, facing you with awe on her face. Even the personal trainers at their tables behind her had paused to watch you. You knew her in passing, for she was the one who got you set up with your membership a few months back when the place opened. She was also a MILF, one that was hot to trot and she knew it. She was about an inch taller than you, with a cut physique and full breasts, long blonde hair tied up in a ponytail, and dressed in a delicious set of black yoga pants and a loose, white shirt that covered what you could tell was a purple sports bra. Her baby blue eyes sparkled with admiration and you felt the blood creep up into your cheeks.

"Hey there Amanda, long time no see," you say with an embarrassed chuckle.

"Right? Good to see you! It's like I blinked and all of a sudden you're a gym stud!" she continues. "You were nowhere near that good when you first started! Congratulations! Your hard work has paid off!"

"Oh I wouldn't say all that..." you continue, acting humble. "I just set my sights on a goal and started walking."

"Oh come off it, you just started in January and now you're maxing out on everything you touch! Do you have any idea how long it takes most people to do what you did?"

"Years?" you venture.

"And then some! And that's on top of a strict nutritional regime too! Yet you did it in a matter of months! Hey, are you looking for work? Cuz I need a new personal trainer on the roster, and someone as dedicated as you would be a perfect match!"

You blink for a moment. A job offer wasn't on your mind when she struck up this conversation with you. Hell, you weren't even looking when you had your demonic awakening. But given the opportunity that had just fallen into your lap, you feel your libido stirring once more. Whether or not you took the job was entirely a coin toss, but you wanted to fulfill another fantasy while you were at it.

"I can't say I've been in the job market," you answer honestly. "But I am willing to hear you out. Would you like to move this to your office?"

As you say these words, you focus your demonic energy on the woman in front of you. The effect is immediate as her skin turns flush and her breathing labored. She makes an incredible effort to mask it though, for the sake of her employees seated right behind her. To an outsider looking in, it remained professional, but to you? Her scent was already growing heavy in your nose.

"Sure thing! Just follow me to the back where we can talk in a more personal setting."

Amanda leads the way and you follow behind with a small smile on your face. All around you other patrons, especially the males, watch with shock, awe, and even jealousy as the GM leads you through a door into the employees-only section of the gym. Who could blame them? One moment you're unintentionally showing off your superior strength to the entire gym, and the next you were basically chatting up the boss lady of the joint. A couple of staff members are here on break, you notice, as you cross the threshold. Amanda gives them a cheerful greeting as she passes, a greeting they return with varying degrees of enthusiasm, but none that could be considered rude or aloof. It was a testament to her ability as a manager and leader.

"Come on in!" she says, welcoming you into a corner office towards the back.

You thank her and step inside. It was pretty typical of a corporate office; a dark desk with a computer, filing cabinets, and a bookshelf behind it, and her various awards and accolades on display on the walls. Along one of the walls was a comfy, leather couch, and you were **** to suppress a grin and a crude comment about a certain pornographic website. More importantly, the office had no windows, save for the one in the door, and it was currently covered by some shades. On the desk, you see a couple of personal pictures of her family, including a young son and daughter, and a man whom you could only conclude was her husband. Your softer side all of a sudden had second thoughts about bedding what would be another man's wife, but your more recent, demonic side couldn't be bothered to give a damn. Honestly, you felt that darker side winning out.

"Please have a seat," she offers, motioning towards the couch seat closest to her desk. "Make yourself comfy. Would you like something to drink?"

"Water would be great, thank you," you answer as you take a seat.

She smiles, opens the door to a mini fridge hidden under her desk, and hands you a small bottle of water. You sip gratefully. You notice her arousal is mounting now that you are behind closed doors and away from prying eyes, but she still maintained some air of professionalism as she sat in her black leather chair and leaned towards you over her desk.

"So I'm gonna cut straight to the chase," she begins, hands folded in front of her with fingers laced together. "One of my trainers just quit last week and joined another gym without notice. While I can respect if someone wants to make a change in their life, it still leaves me in a difficult position when I have clients I need to suddenly cover if we want to maintain a good reputation."

"I can see how that would be a source of frustration for you," you remark. "I don't suppose they took the time to communicate to their clients that they were moving? I can't imagine they'd want to lose out on trainees."

"No, he wouldn't," Amanda agrees. "But the problem is this; anyone who signs up for personal training also signs on with a 1-year contract, with however many sessions scheduled each month. This works well if the client establishes a strong working relationship with their trainer, but in instances like this, it's inevitable we'll lose a couple of folks, even with the $250 buyout fee. A few already have done exactly that. I want to minimize that as much as possible by getting a replacement trainer on the books before there's time for them to jump ship."

"And your other trainers won't be able to pick up the slack?" you ask.

She shakes her head sadly.

"Everyone here has full schedules, and the one I lost, Jacob, was especially popular. To put it simply, I need a replacement asap and you're the best one for the job right now."

You raise a brow, noting the hint of desperation in her voice. Idly, you wonder how far you could push your luck, and you subtly begin focusing your demonic charm on the overstressed gym manager.

"That's quite the endorsement, considering I have no professional certifications or degrees in the field," you comment, crossing your leg over a knee and better exposing your crotch. "I'm pretty comfortable with what I'm already doing though, and it would be bad form to walk out on a company that's been good to me."

Her scent was growing pungent now, and you dialed up your Incubus charm just a tad higher. The effect is immediate, with Amanda biting her lip and stealing furtive glances at your growing manhood.

"I think we can work something out..." she begins, her breathing labored as she stands from her seat and circles the desk. "And make it... more worth your while."

"You drive a hard bargain," you quip, internally groaning at your inexperience with dirty flirting.

Amanda doesn't seem to care as she drops to her knees before you. You uncross your legs to give her easy access as she reaches for the waistband of your pants. Briefly, your eyes are drawn to the immaculate diamond ring adorning her hand, and a final squeak of protest from your light side echoes in your head. Your demonic side cackles with glee, uncaring of morality or sin, as your cock springs free from its cotton prison. She immediately engulfs it in her warm, wet mouth and you lean your head back in pleasure.

From the start you could tell Amanda had plenty of practice working a shaft, from the firm grip of her stroking hand to the coiling of her tongue, to the intense suction of her throat. Up and down her head bobs, a deep, erotic blush painting her face as baby blue eyes stare up into yours. Your breathing comes forth heavy on your tongue as she works your shaft expertly, the office filled with mutual moans of pleasure and the dirty slurping of a woman giving head.

Feeling bold, you thread your fingers into her hair and grip her scalp tightly. Her eyes widen as you begin pistoning into her mouth, slurps replaced with gags as you take control of the pace. Tears soon stream down her face from the throat fucking and in no time at all, you feel a load boiling up in your balls. Pulling free and allowing her to breathe and cough, you rapidly stroke your shaft.

"Open your mouth," you growl.

She eagerly obeys, hanging her tongue out as your cock swells with seed. With a loud groan, you fire the first volley across her tongue and face. The moment your hot seed hits her tongue, she seals your cockhead within her mouth, lashing the sensitive flesh with her roaming appendage and devouring the following rounds with ease. Your breath hitches as the sensation overwhelms your mind. Squeezing your eyes shut against the pleasure, you writhe in your seat as she finishes you off with a final pop of her lips.

"Delicious..." she moans, licking your shaft clean.

"Your husband is one lucky man," you tease in-between gasps.

She giggles and slaps your thigh.

"Shut it, this stays between us. Just a business transaction between two new colleagues. Do we have a deal?"

"I can pick up two days here comfortably if you want me in immediately. Is that acceptable?"

Amanda purses her lips in thought.

"I suppose that can work for now... but I was really hoping you could come on board full time..." she says hopefully, stroking your thighs back and forth with her hands.

You could tell from the tone of her voice how much she needed the position filled, and subliminally... how much she was willing to be filled to get her way. You feel it wouldn't take much to negotiate yourself into her lawfully married pussy.