One step closer

As the alarm went off, Molly could feel the beeps reverberating off her cranium through her brain as she fumbled to silence it. Moaning as she leaned over to get the spilled pilled, she quickly swallowed them using the old water.

“You didn’t have to finish that bottle yourself, hun,” Paul chastised seeing her in agony.

“no,” she whispered, “but I at least got sleep. thank you for the meds btw.”

“Can you call in today? Might do you good to recover.”

“noooo,” she whined as she shuffled to the closet, “too much to do. I’ll be fine in a while anyway.”

Paul got her some simple toast, jam, and juice while she got ready.

Breezing through in a long dress and shades, “thanks, hun,” she said grabbing her breakfast and leaving a kiss, “I’ll be better tonight. Have a great day!”

“Leave early if you need!”

“not likely,” as the door closed behind her.

Paul side, but figured he should get more stretching and workout done. Tossing on the training set and sneakers, he got to work on stretching, lunges, squats, and thrusts before being interrupted by work alerts again.

Still flinching from the cool vinyl of his chair on the exposed thighs and butt as he sat, Paul pushed it out of his mind to focus on the priority responses.

Getting the fires put out took most of the early day, but has he got to a stopping point, he noticed he didn’t have enough time to tackle a new task before he needed to prep for training anyways, so he signed off to prep.

Taking out the gadget, he saw the bag with the new shiny plug ready to go. Sighing to himself resigning that it actually did help the end goal, he shoved the gadget in place and grabbed newest learning aid to get it installed. Grabbing some of the new condoms, he went over by the big jug of oil to get this ready and knelt down.

Covering the new plug with the condom, he began dousing it in the oil as he reached behind and prepped himself with even more oil. Realizing what worked yesterday, he bent all the way over with head and shoulders on the ground as he reached behind him to drive it home.

Feeling a little light headed from the efforts, he slowly pulled his shorts back up and stood up. Having to steady himself on the high heel sneakers from a head rush, he took some tentative steps and tried to focus on using the learning aid to get the proper hip movement.

Getting back to his training area, he almost tripped as he grabbed his vest to put on and giggled as he felt his learning aid trying to escape and shoved it back in with a small gasp and more giggles.

Gingerly kneeling down, he got in position to get ready for Bill. He found himself shifting a bit to try to get things better inline, but berated himself to calm & focus before Bill connected so he wouldn’t see him not taking it seriously.

Taking a deep breath and bowing his head, he had a few calming beats before Bill connected.

“Hey, Paulie, how goes?”

“Hello, Trainer Bill,” Paul shot his head up too look at the screen and felt a little dizzy. However, it passed quickly and was placed with a calm euphoria; a smile passing over his face as he lost focus.

“Doing good, Paul?”

“Feeling great, Trainer Bill,” Paul smiled broadly; ‘Bill is always so caring’, Paul thought.

“Great. Glad to hear.”

Bill looked a little uneasy, so Paul just kept focused on him until he was ready to get started.

“Um, Paulie, yesterday you made really great progress with the …. training aid.”

Paul nodded emphatically in response, and then felt a bit of a euphoric head-rush & broad smile again.

“And I’d like to continue that and see if we can fine tune some more. Would you be able to go get it?”

Paul giggled a bit, “its already installed, Trainer Bill.” Paul shifted a little bit just to verify it was there.

“GOOD!” <BUZZZZZZ> “I’m pleased to see you see the advantage of it too, Paulie.” <BUZZZZZZZZ>

Paul audibly gasped a bit but was glad to see Bill was so happy with him. “It seems like a good idea, Trainer Bill.”

“Great, let's do some stretches and then see how your gait is looking on the treadmill.”

“yes, Trainer Bill,” Paul beams as he hops up to get to the stretching before Bill quickly gets him on to the treadmill.

Paul seems to be getting it, so Bill asks him to start vocal training to make sure he “walk and chew gum.”

“You mean strut and mimic a slut, Trainer Bill?” Paul giggles at his own jokes as he kicks of the recording.

Bill is a little surprised at Paul’s comfort and cavalier, but focuses on the non-audible triggers as the earbuds are in and focus on the current priority.

As they get near the end of the time, Bill pulls Paul back to review the progress.

After Paul cautiously gets into place, Bill lets him know that his gait is definitely improving, but he still has a ways to go. “This training is definitely a marked improvement, but I’m not sure you’re quite on the mark yet. Do you happen to have a wall or floor mirror you could setup in front of the treadmill to let you see what how you look?”

Paul tries to think and focus, “no, Trainer Bill. everything we have is mounted pretty securely.” Paul continues with a giggle, “unless you count a hand mirror?”

“No, Paulie, that won’t do.”

Paul is a little disappointed the joke didn’t seem to please Bill, so he tried to be serious and focus on him.

“Tell you what, I’ll get a descent one ordered and we’ll try it out tomorrow. For today, I think we made good enough progress and our time is up anyway.”

“Oh, right, Trainer Bill! I have to get to the salon soon, too!”

“Well, then I better let you go, Paul. Have a good one.”

“Thank you, Trainer Bill! Good bye!”

Paul gets up realizing he doesn’t have much time left and goes to head out. Before he gets to his keys, he’s reminded his still in his sneakers & training outfit. More importantly, he’s still got his gadget and training aid!

Taking off his vest & removing the gadget, he puts them away before taking care of the training aid. Glad to see the prophylactic did its job, he’s able to quickly clean it before heading out.

Chastising himself that he almost left in his training gear again, but not having any time, and pulls off his training sneakers. Panicking, he can’t remember where he put his workout clothes or shoes. Just grabs a loose tank top & swaps out for his training one. Spotting the shoes from last week, he picks those up and leaves without any time to spare.

He’s at least able to calmly driver there and is glad since he’s still barefoot with the sandals in the seat next to him.

Sliding the shoes on as he gets out of the car, he carefully struts into the salon; the long tank pretty much covering the very short shorts. The receptionist is almost non-pulsed by Paul at this point, but still gossips a bit in the back after he gets set in his room for his sessions.

After his sessions, he’s surprised to see all the attendants gathered by the front desk giggling as he’s heading out. “Thank you again, ladies for all the great work and patience. You’ve really done phenomenally.”

“Pleased you like,” replies Teri, as all the conversation stops.

“Love it! See you next week, ladies.”

The all ring out in chorus “Byyye,” as none of them can tear away from him strutting out in what looks practically like a short dress and heels.

When Paul gets home, he cleans up the scattered remains of his departure and takes the time to find some loose clothes before starting on some salmon & rice as a ‘safe’ dinner.

Molly comes home again exhausted, but not in visible pain.

“Today any better, babe, or the project still brutal?”

“Excruciating, Sir,” she says plopping down. “I wish you could torment me instead of them.”

Chuckling, Paul retorted, “that would hardly be work, slut,” to which she moaned and wriggled.

“True, I'm not sure I've fully recovered either. Still kinda tender; and not in a good way,” she pouted.

“You know I couldn’t tonight either, but I’m sure we can work out something very soon,” he says leaning over to kiss her while attempting to slide a hand between her thighs.

Molly quickly jumps back and replies with a forceful, “I’m sorry. Seriously, I’m not ready.”

“I’m sorry, hun, didn’t mean to scare you,” Paul tried to comfort. “I got some salmon ready; lets eat up and then you can get some rest, okay?”

“Sounds delightful.”

Molly truly was pleased with all the effort in skill he put into to his cooking and was glad to enjoy it.

Later, as they were nodding of with each other on the couch watching some documentary, they determined it was time for rest and called it a night snuggling up in bed.