Sadie has lunch with Marley

Knowing that it will just add gas to the fire, I share with Sarah that not only am I going on a picnic date with Louis, but I’m also going to be filming an exercise video with Marley. Sarah teases me for a few minutes on both fronts, but quickly turns serious and makes sure I’m comfortable with what I’m doing. We sit down and I share almost everything. I share that I really felt good when I could help out Marley. I share that I honestly didn’t expect the audience to go for a date when they wouldn’t get to hear about it but didn’t want to bail on it after I’d agreed to it. The only thing I don’t share is Todd. That’s something I’m going to have to deal with on my own.

Just before Sarah leaves me to get ready for bed she leans in and whispers in my ear. As only she can, talking in her fast, sultry, seductive voice, Sarah describes a scene she imagines with me, Louis, and Marley all together. Both men’s hands and lips all over my body while I melt into their arms and hearts, and we all have sex together. When she’s done painting her erotic mental art piece, I’m shaking and swollen in my cage. I learn that’s exactly what she wants when she stands up, smiles down at me, and says there won’t be any devotional tonight. Instead, I can just have that thought stuck in my head.

And as much as I try to think of anything else, it takes an hour for my swelling to go down in my cage and for the thoughts of Louis and Marley having their way with me in a ménage à trois.

Saturdays are fun days and I get to sleep in. This Saturday my phone wakes me up, but it’s Marley calling. He proposes we meet for lunch at a local sandwich shop where we can talk about the video and his business. I groggily agree and get out of bed. After a quick shower I get dressed and put on my face and hair. I change outfits a couple times as this will be the first time Marley will be seeing me in anything other than a sport bra and yoga pants. Everything I put on feels both slutty and prudish. There’s just something powerfully sexy about the curve hugging tightness of the sports apparel that can’t be mimicked with real clothes.

I finally settle on a pair of shorts that show off my legs and a tank top with the Avenue Fighter logo on it. After a quick breakfast I cuddle up on the couch with a book. Another big difference between my time streaming as Nick and my time streaming as Sadie is just how all consuming it is as Sadie. If I’m not pushing my social media accounts, I’m doing a quick chat. If I’m not chatting, I’m planning a game or setting up an event. If I’m not in a live stream, I’m viewing someone else’s stream and trying to be polite and still steal their audience. It starts when I get out of bed in the morning and extends all day, ending only when I get back into bed at night. So, while I’ve set up a few social media posts to automatically pop through the day, I’ve gotten used to at least starting my Saturdays with coffee and reading. As I was never a fan of reading, I didn’t exactly know where to start and just picked up a book from Sarah’s bookshelf. I swear, if I knew that ‘A Dance To Remember’ was a trashy romance novel I would have picked something else. But since I started it, I wanted to finish it. And when I found it was the first in a series, I’ve kept on, reading each book. So far I’ve covered A Dance To Remember, Twirling Hearts, Salsa Seduction, Tango Temptation, and am currently enraptured by ‘Love In Every Step’.

For a few hours I get lost in the story of Rebecca and her love affair with her friend’s dance instructor and how it’s tearing the little town apart. When my watch buzzes, I see that it’s time for me to head to meet Marley so I set the book aside and see if I can borrow Sarah’s Mustang. She tosses me the keys, but as I hit the door she comes running out of the garage studio, yelling that she was wrong and that I can’t take the car. I have to wait a few minutes for Sarah to get her hair and face on and then she drives me to the restaurant where I’ll meet Marley and then get an Uber home.

I hate being late and while I’m technically here on time, I’m still here later than Marley. He stands up as I approach the table and even pulls my chair out for me. When I sit down and try to say hello, he takes my hand in his and talks over me. “Before we get started, I want to get this out of the way. This meeting and any work we may or may not do together are outside the scope of our exercise contract. In those sessions, I’m there to help train you and we have a professional relationship with boundaries. Here and in other meetings, we’re friends and are on equal footing.”

Marley leans in and places a soft kiss on my fingers before adding “So no calling me Sir. It’s just Marley. Okay Sadie?”

I’m not exactly sure why, as I hadn’t intended this to be a meeting of a trainer and is trainee, but hearing Marley lay it out like that makes me feel more comfortable already. I smile up at him and say “Okay!”

We chat casually while we look over the menu. While we’ve been working out together Marley has learned that I’m an online streamer and influencer, but he’s never shown an interest in it before. Today, however, he asks more specific questions. Like what platforms I use, what equipment I use, how I meet other streamers, and how I decide to share real details of my life online. I answer all of his questions freely as it’s nice to talk about the back end of my work with someone that’s not in the business. As I’m talking to him about how he’s going to have to get better at social media himself to promote his new niche gym, the waiter comes up to take our orders. I almost let it slip from my mind when Marley orders a French Dip and I realize he’s not going to make this a ‘fit’ lunch and I can actually splurge and order a Rubein sandwich and fries for my lunch. But in the back of my head, I try to replay our conversation, wondering why Marley has asked about all the background information and not about the more basic stuff. Like my online name. Or what games I stream. Did he already know those things. Had I already told him that I was Princess BabyDoll?

When our food arrives, Marley starts going over more specifically what his business plan is. I eat calmly and steadily, but between his excitement and his big bites when he takes a moment, Marley is still done with his lunch well before me. In the meantime, he’s told me that his Intimate Touch Gym would be selling sex from the get go. Nothing would be overt and certainly no ‘happy endings’ but trainers would be hired with sexual appeal in mind, outfits and uniforms would be functional but appealing as well, and the whole atmosphere would be leaning into more late night club than bright open air gym.

He explains that he’s met the investor through emails and a couple phone calls, but he’s heard good things about him. That he’s invested in several niche gyms before and has had a lot of success. That if he sees Marley’s idea as good, Marley can expect it to not only succeed but might expect multiple branches to open within a year or two.

As he grabs one of my French fries Marley talks a little quieter, “So obviously I need him to get what the gym is about. I think he understands it, but I need him to see it. I need him to watch a video of an advanced session with a lot of touching and more overt sexuality. I had a script and workout session set up with Gretchen as we’ve obviously worked out intimately and been with each other sexually before. But… well…”

I tilt my head to the side and say, “But you’re worried about doing it with me. You’re worried that we’ve only done the intimate parts in our exercises, but not the actual sexual intimacy. Marley, I’m fine with that. I play a part online all the time. I play a flirty sexy girl named Princess BabyDoll that isn’t me. I can play something similar for your video. And I know you’ll be doing the same. Playing a part. So, I won’t mind you touching me.”

Marley’s response both calms me as it’s reasonable and gets my spine tingling as it sounds more intense than we’ve been. “That’s good to hear Sadie. Understand, since we didn’t talk about this in the beginning of your work out routine, you’re only getting a bit of the Intimate Touch Gym experience. While it’s not overtly sexual, it’s more sensual than what we’ve done. But you’ve gone through the basics of it so it shouldn’t be a surprise. For me, the biggest hurdle is trusting. With what Gretchen did to me, I find it hard to trust someone else with my idea, but then I remembered that you’ve trusted me with something even more special and intimate.”

I pause for a moment, honestly not knowing what he was talking about. He sees my confusion and leans in to continue quietly. “You know, you transitioning. You trust me with that. Everybody sees you as a natural woman, but I know you weren’t born that way. That’s a lot of trust you’ve given to me, so I know I can do the same thing with you.”

I’ve certainly grown accustomed to people seeing me as a girl, and deep down I know that Marley knows I’m not, but having it all spelled out like that is like a cold splash of water to my face. I’m a guy. With breasts. Long pink hair. Plump girly lips. Wearing lipstick and having my pink hair in twin high ponytails. I flirt with guys online to get their money. And now I’m agreeing to let this tall, fit, muscular man film himself touching and feeling me in an intimate almost sexual way. But underneath it all, I’m a guy. I’m Nick.

I have no idea what to say to that as Marley is right. Even if I hadn’t meant to trust him with this secret in the beginning, I AM trusting him with it. Thankfully Marley seems to accept the moment as done and moves on. “So, I have access to a gym where we can film. It looks really nice inside and it only opened about a year ago, so I know it’s clean with all new equipment. I figure it will take a few hours to film the four or five sets I need. I can then fumble through the editing process and get it… I don’t know, I guess email it to the investor? Or should I Fed-Ex him a thumb drive with the video on it.” Marley looks distracted as his mind is obviously wandering into an area that he hadn’t considered. “Shit, what format would be want it in? I don’t even know if he has a Mac or a Windows system. I mean, I guess I could…”

Seeing Marley, normally the stalwart bastion of cool confidence, starting to lose it just makes me sad and want to help that much more. Reaching out I grip his hand in mind and give it a squeeze. “Marley don’t worry about it. Dealing with videos is what I do. After we’re done, we can go back to my…” I feel my heart skip a beat as I almost told him we could go back to my bedroom “…uh… my studio and we can edit it there. I can make it small enough to share online while giving you a larger 4K copy that you can send him on a thumb drive. I can even show you how to host the video on a service that will keep it private but let him stream it with a password so it will be high quality AND available fast.”

Marley brings his other hand in so that both of us are using both hands to clasp together. He’s obviously relieved and sounds like it. “Damn Sadie, you’re perfect. I just thought that you had the perfect body for this, but you have the eye and the mind for it as well. I can’t tell you how much that will help. I mean, if this goes well and we can meet in person, I can get him to sign up for over a million dollars of investment. That’s a gym for a year, equipment, staff, and advertising.

I feel that I could easily get pulled up into Marley’s happiness as it’s quite infectious. He’s obviously overjoyed as I’m going to help him in more ways than he even knew he needed help. But that icepick he hit me with earlier, that bold reminder of me being a guy, makes me take that extra step and want to clarify this final point. Pulling my hands away I keep my smile on but clear my throat. As soon as Marley goes quiet and looks at me, I look him in the eye and start again. “Okay, so we’ll make the video tomorrow and get it to the investor tomorrow night or the next morning. And if he wants to meet both of us to see a live version, I’ll go along with you to meet him. But I want it clear, since we talked about trusting each other, that I’m doing this as a friend. This isn’t part of our trainer, trainee, relationship. Nor is this out of anything emotional. I’m not your girlfriend Gretchen and not a lover. Does that sound all right to you?”

Marley nods, although his answer leaves me a little shaken. “It does Sadie. I know it won’t be easy, but we’ll be able to work around the sexual attraction problem. We’ll both keep it professional!”

I see Marley start looking for the waiter, obviously ready to call this a day, but I can’t let him go with that. Sexual attraction problem? I’m left wondering if he’s noticed me looking at him. Between the intimate touching he gives me, which I can’t deny feels really good, and the flirting I have to maintain with him it would be easy to assume I’m attracted to him. But add in those damned devotionals, basically watching a shadow version of myself sucking off or being fucked by a shadow version of Marley several times a week… and yeah, I might be blushing and giving all kinds of hints that I’m attracted to him. But I can’t let him go down that path and think that. “Whoa whoa Marley, hold on a minute.”

I lean in and speak quietly, not wanting this to be overheard by some other customers or the waiter. “I need this crystal clear. I’m not attracted to you. We work closely and intimately with each other, and I’m always being a little flirt with you, but that’s exercises. That’s me practicing. You know that don’t you?”

Marley’s answer floors me as it’s almost the exact opposite of what I was afraid of. He smiles and looks away, seemingly embarrassed, but answers me none the less. “Sadie, I know that. I know you’re early in your transition and that you haven’t opened yourself up to exploring sexuality. It’s why you wanted the help and wanted someone to comfortably flirt with. I’m overjoyed to be able to help you with that. No… I’m not worried about you being attracted to me.”

Marley turns back to me and looks straight into my eyes. “Sadie, I’ll just have to control my attraction to you. It was easy to avoid when I had Gretchen, but I’ve been attracted to you since the first time we’ve met. And now that you’re growing more confident… well, confidence is sexy! But we’ll keep this professional, I swear!”

Oh fuck. He wasn’t worried about me falling for him like a love-struck little girl. He’s worried about his feelings and attraction toward me!