Ty, the West African trainer

Dani's saviour settles her onto her feet and remains pressed tightly against her. She turns her head enough to see the bald-head and dark skin of Ty, the extremely handsome and fit trainer that works for the gym. He beams a perfect smile at her, but does not move his hands away from her body.

"Lucky thing I was here to help with the equipment," he says, his deep voice resonating from his body to Dani's. She feels his cock stir against her bum. "Are you hurt at all? Do you need for me to apply a bandage?"

She didn't feel hurt, more just a bruised ego for looking like a spastic in front of everyone in the gym. Her face flushes, but not with embarassment. Ty's suggestive offer of a bandage might just be casual trainer flirting, but that stiff cock pressed against her says the offer might be more serious. She decides to call his bluff.

"I did land on something rather hard," she says and pushes back just slightly against him. "Maybe you should give me the once over just to be sure everything is...," Dani adjusts her bum to trap his straining shaft in the valley between her cheeks, "...where it should be."

"Ha ha!" Ty steps back. "Okay, Dani, I will show you where we keep the medical closet."

She fancied his slight accent. Very exotic. Dani follows the trainer through the gym, admiring his tight physique in his weightlifter's singlet. She felt so bad for being so forward. Then again, she'd had very pleasant dreams about Ty in the past.

"Here we are," says Ty and holds the door open for her.

The medical closet is scarcely more than that, just a small table and a chair and a cabinet full of medical supplies. Dani closes the door behind her. Ty raises an eyebrow. Not a lot of room to maneuver, but on the plus side, there are no windows.

"Show me where it hurts," says Ty and his smile is bigger and whiter than Dani has ever seen as he looks at her expectantly.