Back at the Gym

“Well I mean, maybe you could model for me? I mean just do your work out and I’ll use you as a reference.” Kendra asked, shuffling her feet a bit and not looking at Alex dead on. Alex just gave a cheerful smile and one word answer.

“Nope.”

“Wait, what?” the cartoonist had to do a double take unsure if she had missed something.

“You didn’t get pulled through time and space just to draw more. You need to get out of your comfort zone. You have a whole house to explore and you want to get back behind the pen?” Alex said, folding her arms.

“But I like drawing.”

“I’m not letting you just go back and waste this new figure sitting behind a keyboard.” Alex closed her eyes and brought a hand to her temple,”So let’s make a deal. You work out with me and I’ll pose for you. Any pose you want, if you're a good student.”

“I suppose it would let me experience the pose to better recall how it should look later.”

“There we go, let’s get started.” Alex said with a smile as she dragged Kendra off to a changing room.

Kendra swaps in gym wear, looking like Alex’s gear. There were other types of clothes to pick from, but Alex insisted on the lighter more exposed outfit compared to sweat pants or something else. Alex claimed that if she was going to train Kendra, she needed to see the cartoonist’s muscles in action. Just caused they looked right doesn’t mean they actually wore. Kendra shrugged and stared to get ready, missing out the looks Alex was giving her.

"She does look good like this...," Alex thought, taking in the way Kendra's muscles moved. Like highly polished clay that hadn't been put in the Kiln yet. A month or two of being at the keyboard again and with poor food would probably revert all that Cupid's Wish had given the woman, and Alex wasn't gonna let her go that easily. Besides, if she could instill good habits in this woman who never worked out more than probably just taking the stairs, she could do it for a bunch of cocky up coming spies.

"That is a really cute butt though." came the following thought, which caused Alex to blush a bit before feeling her own rear when Kendra wasn't looking. Was her own that heart shaped? Mirror for later she supposed.

Thus, Kendra was in a light grey version of Alex’s outfit; tight work pants and a sports bra. It was… awkward for her as she rarely wore anything this revealing unless alone at home. She did note that the work out clothes provided ranged in a number of colors and styles but one common factor was that there would a set of four; red, green, yellow and grey. The three made sense, it was their spy colors but the grey…

“I know I’m the oldest and it’s the last name but this is…. Kinda bothersome?” She grumbled as she put the other clothes back.

“Maybe we can get it to be Silver instead. Or White like snow. I’d think you’d look good in on it.” Alex offered with a smile.

“I suppose we could. Maybe get in touch with Cupid's Wish, though if we could do that we could maybe get them to undo this whole thing.”

“Or at least set us up with a better vacation, hit up the beach. Wait can you swim?” Alex asked arching an eyebrow.

“Of course I can swim, I’m not completely physically inept.”

“Cool, we’ll try the pool tomorrow then. Now take these weights and get moving!” Alex exclaimed as she kicked a boom-box on.

The next two or three hours, Kendra completely lost track of time, was **** on the cartoonist. Her muscles burned in ways she hadn’t remembered they could since gym class back in high school. Alex worked her over, always pushing but at the same time she never **** which was a big thing. Anytime Kendra wanted to take a break or quit, Alex was there with some encouragement and water or a quick example of how to really do the motion in question. It was fun and Kendra felt a sense of safety when Alex put her hands on the cartoonist, helping to guide her movements and where to focus her inner muscles. It was also something to see, Alex in action that was.

Kendra knew the spy had a toned body but seeing it move was another thing. All her muscles seemed to be used and yet her grace wasn’t affected at all. It reminded her of a sort of catlike motion, powerful and sleek. A strong form with the agility to still do insane flips, sprints and martial arts..., honestly Kendra started to picture Alex doing the whole "Black Widow Vs Guards" bit she'd seen on YouTube once or twice for reference. And then she started to picture Alex with that low cut catsuit Widow had in the comics....

“God it is like I’m back in gym class.” Kendra thought to herself. She had a bit of a crush on the female gym teacher back in the day, so seeing Alex move like this was bringing back some buried memories …., and fantasy.

Eventually, Alex called for a halt. It was time for a break and meal though a quick wash up first. Luckily the gym had a small shower room as to let any user just quickly hose off rather than making a run to any of the actual washrooms. It was simply a ceramic tiled room with 4 small stalls with a chest high barrier between them and a few likewise material benches, with plastic mats thrown about to prevent slipping. It really did remind Kendra of high school gym.

“Gah I’m sore…, and I don’t miss those days. Hey how did you girls recover from your missions? I just worked out, those long missions must have been **** on your bodies and they rarely showed the 'rest up days' on the show.” Kendra asked as she entered a stall and got the water going.

“Extra bed rest, ice cream, long hot baths…,” Alex started listing off on her fingertips, leaning on the separation barrier, “Heck Clover got us some books about Massaging. She was dating a Salon worker but I flipped through them a few times. That helps some of the time.”

“All the more for your physical teaching huh?” Kendra commented, impressed at that Alex would find the time to take another study on.

“Well yeah. I had wanted to be a training instructor at WHOOP. Healthy living and good eats. A spy can’t function if their body gives out, and good food can help anyone recover, heart mind and body. I just wish I was a bit better at it." she sheepishly answered, looking a tad glum.

Kendra started to think, perhaps this was another way to bond with the spy. A massage sounded good for her aching body but it was about noon now and her stomach was getting hungry.., or maybe something else.