No respite for Paul

Molly wakes up first and sees Paul’s freshly tanned chest exposed by the covers. It so smooth and tan, it looks so fresh and young, she can’t help but trace her nails across his chest and moan just thinking about devouring the Adonis in bed next to her.

Paul slowly wakes up feeling his wife playing with his chest, “enjoying yourself, little one?”

“mmmm... not as much as I want to, Sir.”

“Miss the ‘manly’ chest hair?”

“Surprisingly, no!” she replies somewhat unexpected, “its actually pretty hawt like this! In fact, I wish you didn’t have to wait so long otherwise I would be late to work.”

“Be a good girl, and do well at work, and maybe you’ll get a treat later.”

Going wide eye like and excited school girl, “Yes, MASTER!” and dashes out of bed to get ready.

Paul tosses on some old shorts and goes to fix her a fresh burrito to go.

Walking up behind him and admiring his tan back as she rubs along it moaning, rubbing her thighs together.

Paul chuckled at this display, “be a good slut and maybe later.” Swats her ass as he hands her burrito as she gasps and moans. Pouting she says, “yes, Sir”

She picks up her briefcase and goes to reach for the keys, but gets an idea and says, “bye, Sir. Tonight!”

Paul turns in time to see her suck over half the burrito into her mouth, winks at him, and picks up the keys and walks out the door with an exaggerated swish.

Paul stood staring at the door after she left for several minutes trying to figure out how he got so lucky before grabbing a loose tank top and getting to work to try to clear his head.

Tackling some projects before getting ready for his training session; he noticed the time, grabbed the gadget and sluffed into position before Bill connected.

“Hey, Paul. How goes?” he jumped in energized.

“Hello, Trainer Bill,” sounding reminiscent of Eeyore.

Bill could clearly tell from his demeanor, tone, slouching, loose clothes, and just general air, the “prosaic paul” was back. “Paul, what’s going on?”

“Just had a rough day yesterday and not much in the headspace for this.”

“Well, sucks to hear you had a bad day, but that was yesterday. Today is what you make of it and if you make yesterday so horrible it destroys your days forward, you do nothing but succumb to the failures of yore.”

“yes, trainer bill.” <zap> Paul jumps at that but just adjusts and waits for the next topic

“Tell me what happened, Paul; were you late and missed your appointment or do you screw something up with Molly?”

“No, actually neither of those, Trainer Bill.”

“K, so then what did happen.”

Letting out a large sigh, “after we got off, I grabbed my keys, immediately ran out the door, and barely got there on time, but made it in.”

Paul continued to relate the entire events to a relatively patient Bill.

“When I finally got home, I got out and got inside as quick as I could before someone saw what a freak I looked like and just felt like a complete idiot.”

Bill could make out some tears welling up in his eyes.

“You didn’t run into Molly when you got home did you?”

“No, trainer Bill; she did get home for at least another hour.”

“You said you felt like a ‘freak’; did someone harass you?”

“Um, no, Trainer Bill. Brooke was rather upset, but not really harassment.”

“Just to get this straight, you ran out of the house in clothes that did not comply with the standards,”

“Well, yes, Trainer Bill, but...” Paul tried to interrupt <ZAAAP>

“I’m not done, don’t interrupt me.”

“yes, Trainer Bill.” <buzz>

“Standards they laid out after they spent an entire day fixing your previous screw up, you show up in clothes that are intended to make it easier for a trainer to see muscle definition and angles, in shoes to help you exercise, and from all intents and purposes, they appear to have given you yet another excellent session with phenomenal results. They then provide you with equipment to make sure you make it home successfully, cordially expect you back next week.”

“yes, Trainer Bill.” <buzz>

“Moreover, you make it all the way back home safely, with absolutely no incidents on the way home, as just one of many nameless entities on the roadway, and get back in plenty of time to prepare for your wife to come home?”

“well, yes, Trainer Bill.”

“So, it sounds you fucked up again, had to deal with situations you may have preferred not to be in, people helped you and now your pouting?”

Paul sat feeling horribly admonished for something stupid. <ZAP>

“And you show up to the training session not ready, have to relate this whole thing, and put us even further behind. Is that right?”

“i guess, Trainer Bill” <ZAAAP>

“Did I get something wrong, or do you concur with what I said, Paulie?”

“yes, Trainer Bill” <buzz>

“So have you learned the lesson about being dressed appropriately for the activity your scheduled to do especially when other people are working with you?”

“yes, Trainer Bill”

Bill just stares at him with a raised eye brow and looks him up & down.

Paul finally realizes, “oh, I guess I should go change, Trainer Bill.”

“yes,” Bill responds curtly, “quickly!”

Paul stands up and quickly grabs a training shorts and top set. Quickly changes off camera and looks around for his high sneakers and vest but can’t find them anywhere. Suddenly he remembers they’re still in the back of the car. <buzz buzz>

Slipping on his training sandals, Paul rushes back to his spot and sets down in front of the camera, “yes, Trainer Bill?”

“I’m glad you were able to get changed into your pink training set, but where is the vest? And it sounded like the sandals rather than your trainers; what’s going on?”

“Um, well, Trainer Bill.... I was in such a rush to get in yesterday, that I left the shoes and vest in the bags in the trunk of my car.”

Bill just puts his head down and rubs his temples, “Paulie, you’re giving me a headache.”

“You need them to continue to progress and do this right. Hurry up and go get them, we don’t have time for this.”

Paul sat there rather apprehensively. Bill was getting very irritated with him <ZAAP>

“Trainer Bill, do you mind if I change back?” <ZAAAAP>

“Just........ fucking.... get … them NOW!!”

“yes, TrainerBill.” <BUZZ> Paul dashes out the front door grabbing his keys, sandals clopping away.

Standing just out the door, he scans the neighborhood looking for activity before leaving the relative safety of his porch.

Seeing no action, he quickly navigates to the driveway using the keys to open the trunk. Reaching the back of the car, he feels an odd sensation <BUZZZZZZZZZZ>

Paul had to slap a hand over his mouth to try to silence the unintended moan. What the fuck is Bill up to now?

Looking around to make sure no one started seeing him, he leans over to grab the bags <BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ>

Surprised he moves up quickly but hits his head on the trunk lid before falling back into the trunk onto the bags.

Shaking his head, Paul quickly grabs the bags and stands up before someone sees him sticking his ass up out of the trunk.

Looking around quickly and moves to head into the house before his stride is suddenly interrupted with <BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ>

After it finishes he quickly continues on into the house and quickly shuts the door behind him. He is suddenly rewarded with a <BUZZZZZ BUZZZZZ BUZZZZZ BUZZZZ BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZ> as a moan escapes his lips.

What the fuck was that shit???

He puts on the shoes and vest, took a breath, and walked into training.

Calmly kneeled down at his mark, looked up at Bill, who started with, “Ah, good, Paulie! You found them”

“What. The. Fuck, Trainer Bill.” <ZAAAP> “At least that made sense”

“What do you mean??”

“The buzzes when I went to get the stuff from my car, Trainer Bill???”

“What buzzes???”

“The buzzes when I went to the car?? I quickly went to the trunk and when I stepped behind the car it buzzed, then it did it again when I leaned into the car to get the bags (I nearly conked out from hitting my head on the trunk lid), and on the way back in, and when I came inside there was a lot. Why the fuck did you do all that?!?!?”

Bill was puzzled for a bit until it finally dawned on him, “oh! The tether!!!”

“The tether??”

“There is a feature on the Gadget where if it looses communication, it lets the user know the only way it can with buzzes. You can use it like a tether to ensure it doesn’t leave a location. For instance, it was tethered to your WiFi, but how long is your drive way??”

“Not long, but I setup my WiFi to not bleed out beyond the walls for the business of my security.” <zap>

“Ahhh. That would explain it.”

Paul just glared at him.

“Its a nice feature; you can use with WiFi, bluetooth, NFC; whatever you configured the Gadget with to make sure its always in communication. Luckily you came back when you did. It falls back to zapping if buzzing doesn’t get the users attention.”

“Thank goodness for that, Trainer Bill,” Paul responds sarcastically.

“You seemed nervous; was there any other trouble out there?”

“Well, other than sticking my ass in the air when I fell in the trunk after hitting my head, not really.”

Bill let out a hearty laugh at that, “that must have been a hell of a sight.”

Paul couldn’t help catch the infectious laughter, “I’ll have you know that’s a damn fine ass, too!”

“Oh really? Bet it looked divine in your pink shorts. you been working out on it”

“Yes, Trainer Bill, a great routine; I can put you in touch with the guy who set it up for me. Great guy if a bit of prick occasionally.” <zap>

“Only a bit? I’ll have you know there is nothing ‘bit’ about my prick.” Bill responded with a laugh.

“TMI, Trainer Bill. TMI”

As the chuckling died down, Bill got them back on track. “So now that we’ve wasted almost the entire scheduled session and my afternoon is shot; are you ready to get back to real business?”

“Do you have time, Trainer Bill?”

“Oh, we got things to do. I’ve **made** time, Paulie.”

Paul nervously swallowed, “yes, Trainer Bill.” <buzz>

“Now, you may have thought with your little pity party from your mistake yesterday, or hearing how you may have caused your embarrassments wearing your training outfits outside would get you out of training today, Paulie, but rest assured, I’m on a mission and I’m not about to let you out of it,” smirked Bill.

“yes, Trainer Bill.” <buzz>

“Start with stretches! Now move that pretty pink ass and show how far you can bend,” Bill said with a chuckle.

Paul just shook his head at the absurdity and got to it.

Bill took him through a long, focused training session. It wasn’t an extremely strenuous exercise, but it wasn’t to a strength or endurance he was after. He could tell Paul was getting in his own way in his head again and Bill wanted to strive to get him out of it.

Stretches to walking to vocal exercises to stretching to posture, rewarding & correcting, watching & directing, Bill was unrelenting for hours and by the end of it Paul was exhausted mentally and physically.

Bill finally let up and called it a day having Paul return back to his spot.

Paul gingerly knelt back down and spread his tired knees.

“Alright, that was some progress today, Paulie, but still got a lot to do.”

“Yes, Trainer Bill.” <buzz>

“Now, I want you to look down at your marks.”

“Yes, Trainer Bill.” <buzz>

“See how far you’ve come.”

Paul was sure it was inches by this point proudly proclaimed, “Yes! Trainer Bill!” <buzz>

“Good girl.” <BUZZZZZ> “Now move those markers out to where your knees are now.”

Paul was a little flummoxed by Bill’s reference, but moved the tape anyway, “yes, Trainer Bill.”

“That is your new minimum. Start at that point every day and strive to go further.”

Paul looked up wearily, “yes, Trainer Bill.”

“Great work! We’ll keep working on the voice and gait more tomorrow for sure. Take care, Paulie.”

“Bye, Trainer Bill.” <buzz>