Strong hands

“Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh.” Vi groans loudly, a few heads turn at the noise, she puts her hands on her knees and squats down, one more rep and she’s sure her vision would’ve gone blurry.

“Good push, Vi!” Brandon says, patting her on the back encouragingly, “You did really well, that’s a new weight PR.”

“At what cost?” Vi says dramatically as she stares down at a single point on the floor, trying to come back to this world.

Brandon lets out a deep chuckle as he sits on the bench in front of her, “They’re just shoulder presses.”

“Girl, have you seen my shoulders? I don’t exactly have a lot going on there!” She glances up and gets an eyeful of Brandon’s spread legs, “Put your dick away, whore.” She says, returning her gaze to the floor, focusing, trying to control her breathing.

Brandon chuckles, without an intention of adjusting his posture, “How about you focus on using this rest wisely, we still have plenty of other exercises to do.”

Vi groans dramatically, rubbing her fingers on her forehead, pushing the flyaways off her head, sticking there from the sweat she’s worked up.

“The only reason,” Vi states, rising to her feet, bending over in front of Brandon to pick up the small 7kg dumbbells, giving him a indulgent view of the natural arch of her back, “I’m not giving up today,” she bends her arms, adjusting her back to start another set, “is because of the recovery massage after.”

Brandon chuckles low as he stands behind Vi putting two fingers below her elbows, he starts to apply pressure, “Please. I know you well enough to know you’re not a quitter. Now stop stalling.”

Vi pushes an indignant huff through her nose as her face scrunches up, pushing the weights up.

——

It didn’t seem as exciting to Vi anymore, to actually fool around with Brandon. They had really jumped into it with him, and bar the first few times, Brandon had been incredibly respectful of not just Vi, but of Erik too. After that time in the locker room, Erik and Brandon would talk like buddies, it was kind of jarring to Vi to be honest. Not that she wants to fuck guys that disrespect Erik, of course not. But, the familiarity between the two and the casualness of it all threw her off all the same.

On top of all that, Vi and Brandon had kind of built their own rapport by now, Brandon is an insanely nice guy, very hard trainer, which frustrates Vi to no end, who sometimes is not looking for all that, but he always pushes her, he wrote up a meal plan and macro targets for her (another addition as part of her personal training package - which she did not know about) and is overall incredibly encouraging towards her.

They make their way to Brandon’s office for the massage, “I’ve never asked you before…” Vi starts, still struggling to breathe from her workout, “What’s your goal?”

Brandon opens the door for her and watches her walk in, “What do you mean?” He asks.

Vi walks up to the massage table and leans back on it, reaching behind with an arm to steady herself, “Like, are you going to be a PT forever?” She grins playfully, “Not that there’s anything wrong with that.”

Brandon closes and locks the door, he walks up to the small drawer and starts to rifle through for oils and the such, “Ha ha.” He says sarcastically, “No. I’m trying to start a supplement business, but I need to focus on growing my online platform, trying to get an audience, online coaching and etcetera.” He grabs a bottle from the drawer, turning and crossing the room, he grabs a towel, “Maybe open my own gym? But honestly, I’m more focused on the online part, that’s where the business is nowadays. He shrugs, “Maybe a small gym?” He turns and approaches Vi, “That’s the long-term plan, you?”

Vi is taken aback, “I didn’t think you had it so laid out. It’s kind of surprising, you didn’t seem the type?”

Brandon lifts an eyebrow, ‘Because I’m black?”

Vi’s eyes go wide, she shakes her head, scrambling for the words, her hands dramatically trying to excuse what she said, “What!? No! Of course not! I didn’t mean it like that! You just seem laid back!”

Brandon laughs, “I’m fucking with you.” He nods at the table, “You want the massage or not?”

“You’re a dick.” She says, heart thumping as she breathes a sigh of relief.

He laughs again, putting the towel down for her, “Typically, the client decides how undressed they want to be.” He watches Vi pause, her breasts already hanging free on her chest as she pulls the sports bra off, “But, I suppose typically, I don’t fuck my clients.”

Vi covers her nipples with her arm, “Okay, turn around then, perv.”

It’s a normal physical reaction, no one could blame Vi, well, Erik will be (and was) delighted to hear that Vi got nice and wet for Brandon during the course of her massage. Brandon had kept it professional, his large, thick fingers pressing into her shoulders, down to her shoulder blades, the delicious circular motion, manipulating her body like putty, her brain in turn, turning to mush with each press of weight into her.

It being Brandon, means that Vi doesn’t have to hold back with her reactions, letting out breathy moans as she lets herself melt into the table. And when he uses both hands to massage her snatched lower back and waist, it is ecstasy. The combination of pain relief and genuine pleasure mixes beautifully in her dopamine receptors.

Brandon moves down to her legs now, giving, what felt like, each individual muscle, its own personal massage, her calves were tended to by his large thumbs, stroking the muscle slowly, the oil on his hands making her body slick for his attention. Her thighs are pressed into by his heavy, slick palms, Vi’s eyelids flutter and her neck cranes up involuntarily from the sensation.

For her, this was foreplay, and her warm, slick slit reflected that. And Brandon isn’t blind, and when he works his fingers just below where her ass and thigh meet, he receives the message given by the act of her spreading her legs apart loud and clear.

“Oh fuck! Yes! Oh fuck… How are your fingers so fucking thick!” She whimpers, two of her fingers curled deep inside her, his other hand on the back of her head, keeping her still as he massages the inside of her vagina.

“Brandon! Fuck!” She moans again, balling her hands into fists, “BrandoN! I'm going to cum!”

He curls his fingers more, pressing his palm into her ass as he reaches deep inside her, well past the point of edging for Vi, she groans into the pillow, trying somewhat to mask the loud sounds of her intense pleasure.

She shakes softly as Brandon slowly extracts his fingers, a vulgar trail between his fingers and her soaked pussy falls from his fingers as he moves to her face, pressing his fingers to her lips, she greedily takes them into her mouth.

“Fuck…” She says, still lying face down, Brandon wiping his hands as he watches her from his desk.

“We didn’t even finish the massage.” He says, grinning.

“Fuck… I need to pay you back for that, finish you today, finish the massage another.”

Brandon shakes his head, “As much as it pains me to shoot you down. I have another client soon.”

“She can wait, I think.” Vi purrs, sitting upright on the table, opening her legs for Brandon, “I don’t think she’ll suck your dick like I can.”

“I sure hope, ‘he’ doesn’t.” He chuckles, grabbing her clothes and handing them to her.

“If you say so big boy.” Vi says, she’s not going to force him after all.

“I think when we finish your massage next time, you should probably record it for Erik.” Brandon says way too casually for Vi’s liking, “I think he’d like to see how well your gym journey is progressing.”

“I think that should be my idea, not yours.” She says a bit indignantly, “Please don’t tell me you’re thinking of a man while fingering me.”

He laughs loudly, “No, not quite. But if it weren’t for both of you being freaks, I never would have got this chance, so I owe him, just as much as you.” He winks as Vi finishes changing, “We can organise a double massage for you, he’ll need some practice though.”

“Practice? On you?”

Brandon grins, “I’d teach him. But there’s a few ladies here that love getting massages from trainees, let him know.”

“You’re serious?” She asks, wide-eyed.

“Deadly.”