Cooling off and stretching out

Molly got up a chipper mood and let Paul rest a bit as she grabbed an old breakfast bar on her way out.

Paul woke to the door closing on her way out. Still a little disoriented from sleep, he slid out of bed to see where she was at and what was up.

However, half way through the living he realized she was gone, so he figured he’d get in a quick exercise to wake himself up. It was several more groggy steps before he noted that he was headed to workout in the buff.

He contemplated going back to the bedroom to change, but was worried he’d slough off or nod off. Plus, he got so hot and sweaty, he figured he’d try one of the other training outfits to see how that went.

Grabbing the fluorescent green set & his workout sneakers, he pushed through multiple sets of squats, lunges, et al. By the end of it, he was feeling the fatigue, but he felt the sweat accumulation was largely diminished. However, he felt a swamp growing at his feet so he quickly discarded those and padded off to work.

He found himself slumping and getting cold again, so he donned the vest & hidden wedged sneakers, fixed his pecs, and flew through projects more efficiently than ever.

Pleased with his progress, he grabbed the Gadget and started doing some stretches before it was his time with Bill.

Finishing up some lumbering sets, Paul was in place just as Bill connected. Paul was really proud of himself of how much wider he was able to get his stance beyond the markers, and kept focused on them as Bill started.

“Hi, Paul, great to see you.”

“Hello, Trainer Bill.” <BUZZZ>”

“Lets hop to it”

Paul went through Bill’s directed stretching with added focus and precision. Bill repeatedly commented on how much further he was getting with his flexibility and kept rewarding the extra effort.

Paul was also quick to try to perfect the treadmill for Bill reaching for encouragement and rewards, but just not as good of quality improvement yet. Bill wasn’t disappointed or berating, but he wasn’t going to encourage mediocrity either.

As the setup to say their goodbyes, Paul responded to Bill’s prompt for any other concerns, “Trainer Bill, is my walking not coming along well?”

“Its getting there; I have faith you will nail it in time.”

“But, Trainer Bill, it seemed like it wasn’t nearly as good as the stretching.”

“Well, the stretching was really good, but the vocals while you’re walking leave a lot of room for improvement.”

“Oh, could I try a few more times here and you let me know what is wrong.”

Bill was a little surprised he wanted to keep up with this mantra, “we can, but have you considered working on another recording? One that might not be as.... challenging.”

“Trainer Bill, I fully believe I can master it and I never back down from a challenge. I truly believe I can do it with proper guidance, Trainer Bill.” Paul looked up almost pleading into the camera.

“Alright, I may not be the best, so you may want to reach out to others, but we can give it a go.”

“I have faith in you, Trainer Bill,” Paul said with a conspirator wink, before engaging the audio and jumping into mimicking Molly’s mantra.

Paul closed his eyes and followed her trepidation

I am beautiful. I am wonderful. I am sexy. I am powerful.
I should enjoy pleasure from my own body. I should enjoy giving pleasure to my partner.

Bill tried to provide critiques when his voice went too far down or his annunciation was off. Paul increased the determination along with Molly

I am a good girl. Its okay to be a slut.
good girls enjoy pleasing themselves. good girls enjoy pleasing others.

Bill continued to try to be critical of it, but something beyond the inflections and style is off, but let him continue:

good girls love to cum. good girls love cum.
I want to be a good slut. cum sluts love pleasure. I am a good cum slut

Just then a reminder alarm came through the laptop speakers and Bill could tell Paul couldn’t hear it, so he sent an interrupt to get Paul’s attention. <<buzz buzz>>

“Yes, Trainer Bill, was I doing something wrong?” Paul responded trying to maintain Molly’s style of trepidation and passion.

“Uh, well, still some things to improve, especially trying to find a pitch that’s right without falsetto, but...” <<BEEP BEEP BEEP>> goes the alarm, “that sounded important.”

“Oh, Thank you, Trainer Bill,” Paul gushed and Bill reflexively rewarded <BUZZZZ> “I need to get to the salon before I’m late.”

Paul started to stand and turned to walk out before Bill sent a <zap>

“Now, that is not how a good girl says good bye, Paulie.”

Paul was taken a little off guard by this, but knew what he was looking for, so got back into position.

“Alright, you did good, and still room for improvement, so don’t be late to the ladies at the salon.”

“Yes, Trainer Bill; good-bye, Trainer Bill.” <BUZZ>

“Bye, Paulie. And don’t forget to charge the Gadget.” <disconnect>

Paul looked at the clock and realized how little time he had to get to the salon.