a couple of days later

Resh took a few days off due to her hamstring still feeling very tight and her job getting very stressful. She still managed to keep up her nutrition and messaged me a few times per day. I still called her a good girl a few times via message but didn't get a response. We are about to start our next swimming session at the rich people gym, but beforehand, I do not only track my clients nutrition and workouts, but their meassurements as well. We enter a private room which is normally for massages. She is typing on her phone and earns a harsh glimpse.

Put that thing away. Please. I close the door and wait for her to finish typing. One moment.

You will earn yourself one more minute of training for every second passing... 1....2...3 I count up to 23 until she puts away her phone. FINE! I needed to answer Max, are you happy now? She says with a nagging undertone. Sounds like someone needs to be fucked again I think to myself.

You are behaving more like someone who wants to be punished, rather than a good girl today Resh.

Stop it... She is silent for a solid 30 seconds before she continues. My parents want to visit and my dad especially is very annoying. He thinks I should be the CEO by now, as if being the CFO who handles a few billion dollars every day isn't enough. In addition to that Max and I had a bit of an argument yesterday when I saw him looking at another woman who passed us in the restaurant. She crosses her arms infront of her chest. I was harsh but I can't loose him. He is not really talking to me and not only do I fear loosing him, I need to get everything ready and presentable for my parents. Life is annoying these past few days, so please, can you be a bit more gentle with me today? Just maybe don't call me a good girl, if you can do that for one session.

I look into her eyes. Sorry about that. I didn't know anything about it. You know you can talk to me about everything or just write an email if that helps. I will try my best today, but I will still need to take the mesasurements.

Your favorite part, isn't it? I earn a smile from her. Do me a favor and don't sniff my butt or between my legs again. I take her meassurements very slowly and precisly while keeping skin contact with her throughout. Her phones buzzes nearly every other second. You've lost 2 centimeters on your hips and legs, as well as on your arms. I compare the numbers. Your chest stayed the same and you gained 3 centimeters on your butt. Sounds like we are on the right track.

And you didn't sniff like a dog today. She smiles at me and looks to her phone.

Fine, you get 5 minutes, but than I want to see you in the pool.