Rachel is touched

My fists clenched tighter as Rob's eyes lingered on Rachel's exposed midriff and breasts. 'He's playing her like a fiddle.' I thought to myself.

"Come closer" Rob whispered. "As your personal trainer, I need to get to know your body to ensure that progress is being made."

Rachel nodded enthusiastically. "Okay!" she said, stepping closer to Rob. "Do you need to touch me again?"

Rob smirked as he placed his hands on her hips. "Yes. This is how I gauge muscle tension." His eyes drifted up towards her cleavage. "Very tense."

Rachel's face flushed crimson as Rob's hands slid upwards to her ribs. She let out a soft gasp. "O-oh!" she exclaimed.

"Shhh, relax" Rob cooed. "Trust me. I'm trained to know exactly what I'm doing." His thumbs brushed the underside of her breasts through her bra. "Does that feel good?"

Rachel bit her lip. "Y-yes?" she answered uncertainly. "It feels... weird."

Rob leered at her, "Hmm, that means that you have weak chest muscles." His hands slid upwards again, gently patting her breasts from over her bra. "Don't worry, we can work on these."

Rachel smiled, too naive to know Rob's intentions. "Thanks! What would I do without you?" Whilst she sung praises for Rob, she shifted slightly, causing her massive melons to shake in front of Rob's face. Rob grinned, unable to resist.

"You're lucky you have someone like me." He reached out to squeeze her tit. "See? They're wobbling a lot."

Rachel giggled. "Oh Rob!" She leaned forward to inspect her own breasts, oblivious to Rob's grin widening as her cleavage deepened. "Are they really wobbling that much?"

"Yes." Rob sneered. "The breast muscles are a bit too tight. We may need to initiate a full body massage protocol in order to fix this."

Rachel nodded eagerly. "Whatever you say!" She started unclasping her bra. "Should I take this off?"

"Of course" Rob explained. "But first, I'm going to have to ask John to leave the room."

Rachel turned to me. "John? Can you please give us some privacy?" She bit her lip. "Rob says it's important for my health!"

My blood boiled. "Rachel, he's lying! He's touching you!" I shouted. "He's Rough Rob! My high school bully!"

Rachel frowned. "Oh John, stop being jealous!" She rolled her eyes. "Rob's a professional! Don't ruin this for me!"

Before I could argue, Rob chimed in. "Rachel, your husband's negativity is affecting your muscle tension." Rob placed a hand on her bare shoulder. "We need a calm environment."

Rachel nodded eagerly. "John, please! Go wait in the kitchen!" She gestured dismissively. "I'll come get you when we're done!"

I clenched my fists. "Rachel, listen to me!" But she turned away. (She's too stupid to see the trap.) I stormed out, slamming the door behind me. From inside the room, I heard a muffled voice.

"Rachel, it's about time you felt what a real man can do to your body."