Sunny Sunday , lot of work

A new day had come and unfortunately the whole of yesterday evening had not been a dream. Bernie was still covered in drawings like an entrance and had a trunk between her legs. She was very disappointed by this fact. She got up and went to the kitchen, she wanted an omelet and a healthy mug of coffee with milk…….no, just milk. Something that pretended to be HER experience told her that coffee early in the morning would be bad for her, but a glass of warm milk would be just right. Eggs, sour cream, green onions, butter in a frying pan and sausages - breakfast for her and Ricky was ready. She decided to go into the room and was surprised. Her daughter did not look like a couple in women's clothes, but like a girl in a rebellious period that is trying to prove that she is a guy. The skin became softer and smoother, and her waist was a little narrower, as if there was no surge of testosterone. Mom decided not to wake her and will leave breakfast nearby. She came to the kitchen and started breakfast herself. She ate the food quickly and sat up. On weekends, her son slept for a long time because of his broken routine, until about midday. And then a strange feeling came over her, as if her whole body was being paralyzed by excessive lightness. Only her lightness was not pleasant, but as if her bones were greased with olive oil. She did not understand what was wrong, but this feeling was terribly oppressive. And then she remembered that in her athlete trait it was said that she should also go to the gym, not just show off her muscles.

-Damn, okay, where is this gym!?

She opened the maps on her phone and found “The changing Nova Fitness” nearby.She found the gym bag that Rick had worn in her senior year and that they had left for "just in case", threw a T-shirt 1-2 sizes too big and sweatpants in it and rushed to Nova Fitness. Bus, crush, and here she was at the registration desk.

-Good afternoon, have you come to register for the gym?

-Yes, I want to start now. Monthly membership please

-Do you need a trainer?

-I think so, it would be useful.

-Okay, DANIL!!!

Fit girl called over a big Russian guy with a half-box haircut and a black sports T-shirt with the inscription Beerzawr (Russian joke) and he immediately left the blonde with whom he was flirting.

-What is Nina?

-Can you pump up this girl too?

-Sir, YES SIR. Good afternoon, I'm Danil. Please, change your clothes and we'll get started. The man looked great. His biceps, his chest pulled down by the T-shirt, ugh. Apparently her new fetish was playing in her, but the aesthetic pleasure she was experiencing was extremely unexpected. She approached the section…..and she faced a dilemma. She seemed to still be a girl, but SOMETHING between her legs prevented her from fully qualifying herself. She was at a loss and was about to take the pose of a thinker, but they decided to give her a little help.

-What are you standing there for? I won’t start training with Danil without you, cutie!

-The blonde who was with the trainer herself shoved her into the women’s locker room and shoved the key in.

-“Oh, shit!”

And the gym was popular, there were a lot of people in the locker room. It was not possible to change unnoticed and quickly. Realizing that there was no other option, she began to change.

-Wow, look!

Well, they noticed. Shame and disgrace.I should have gone to the men's.

-What beautiful tattoos! Excuse me, where did you get them?

Bernadette paused a bit. Of course, they wrote to her that her dignity would be perceived as natural, but for her hose dangling in the middle of the room not to attract a drop of attention felt... extraordinary.

-Oh, yaaaaaaaa...

"Think Bernie, think"

-My son got mine. He was into this topic for a while.

-Oh, well, I understand. It's just that this dragon looks incredibly good on your muscles. I'd like something like that for myself.

A short conversation about tattoos and their meanings, and the mother of the "young talent" was already at the training.

-Well, finally, I waited. Sorry for rushing you, but I started to feel like I was going numb without a gym for a month. My name is Alexa, but everyone calls me Lexi. And what's yours?

An energetic student was waiting for her at the door with a trainer.

-I'm Bernadette, first day in this gym and in the gym in general.

-First? Don't lie to me, you look like this is more than a hobby for you.

-Well, that's how athletic I am.

Bernadette didn't know how to lie at all. She would have preferred not to talk about the game so as not to involve them in it, but she had to explain her physical fitness somehow. They decided to agree on the fact that circumstances coincided. A slight generalization is not a lie, is it?

-Okay, as you know, I'm Danil. From today on, I'm your trainer. Let's start with a little cardio for 6 minutes. We need to warm you up a little.

The track started moving and easy walking began.

-Let's get acquainted for now. Lexi, what do you do for work?

-I work in a hostess club. Recently, a company from Japan decided to bring this concept to the world level in connection with the popularization of Eastern culture. My main job is an accountant, but I don’t get any pleasure or huge earnings from it, and my needs are wow.

-Hostess?

-If I say rudely, then it’s like dating for money. I spend time with guys, share a meal with them, drink champagne and talk. No physical contact or harassment, just communication.

-Ooooh, well then I should probably come to your club. And you’re a Bear? What do you do for a living?

-(Bear? Like Ber from Bernadette and that she has a bear-like build for a girl? It’s a bit rude, you know, but probably this is normal here due to the constant physical pressure.)

-I worked as a nurse, but recently I was promoted to a full-fledged doctor. To be precise, a resuscitator (may God bless all people with this specialty).

-Wow, such a serious job. Probably, when they look at you, all the guys who want to cut corners due to illness immediately decide to stop lying?

-Yes, when they look at my tattoos, they immediately lose their power of speech.

-Okay, we're done with cardio. Now let's start the bench press. Lexi, lie down and lift the barbell like this. I'll be your spotter.

-Okay, Dania.

While Hostess was lifting "weights", the athlete stood and watched. She lifted the barbell without additional weights, but even so she strained terribly and it was difficult for her. But the most important thing that Bear noticed was Alexa's look at her trainer's muscles.

-Yeah, not the best indicator, but we're only at the beginning of the journey.Now you, we'll make it a little more difficult for you.

The trainer put on two extra weights and the woman lay down on the machine. She was afraid that she would screw up with the barbell too. She lifted the bar and... it was really easy. She did the whole approach and Danil looked at her with slight surprise.

-Okay, and now like this.

He put on a couple more weights. An approach, but this time it was a little more difficult. On the third one there were three on each side and Bernie experienced difficulties... and for some reason it was pleasant?

-Well, that's right. For a beginner, you're too well built. What's the secret?

-Well, they make us move equipment and patients a lot. Things that don't follow logic.

-You have a dangerous job, Oleg.

They continued the lesson. Biceps, Triceps, abs, chest, back, legs. They went over all the muscle groups. While Gal was just entering this wonderful world, Mother performed everything with a well-practiced technique and additional weights that put her in a position close to her comrade. At the same time, she also began to pay attention to the same thing as Alex - to the muscles of her trainer. How his nipples shone through his T-shirt, how he sweated slightly, how they squeezed. She experienced for the first time what men call a Boner.

-Oh girl, and I see you share my tastes.

The blonde lightly touched Bern's groin from behind, teasing her. She jumped up from surprise in a desire to justify herself, but paid attention to the time.

-Excuse me, but are we finishing the lesson?

-Yes, that's all for today, is tomorrow at 17:00 convenient for you?

-Excellent time, I will have time to get here from work. Now excuse me, but I urgently need to go to the locker room.

-Bye Danechka. See you later.

The clock read 11:58.In two minutes, the card selection will take place and she needs to be there. She flew past the exercise machines, squeezed through the door and took out her phone.

"Choose your card"

She made it. She exhaled non-militarily. Her muscles ached terribly. But it was some kind of pleasant pain, as if she were a masochist. As if her pain was an indicator of the work she had done. She had recovered, she had run, but she still needed to choose. She looked at the screen. The choice was as follows:

• A man in a cap
• A bare chest, waist and a heart in the groin area
• A collar with a heart with a blue outline.

Rina's stories about Gatcha games led to the fact that color means rarity, and it is scary to imagine what rarity means in the context of this game. The second option was too frank, so she decided to refuse it. After pressing the first option, the screen changed.

"Choose Rika card":

• Doll card in gold frame
• Woman on a pole
• Cow in gold frame

But here the choice is more difficult. On the one hand, rare cards still scared her, but she didn't understand, was it rarer than blue or more often? On the other hand, the woman on the pole was obviously a stripper, and such explicit things could be more intense, and besides, she didn't know what specific areas the card changed. The clock is ticking, she needs to choose.