Connor Conrad

Lauren’s jaw dropped when a tall muscular man approached her. He was very tan and had 12 pack abs. He had to be at least 6’7” as he towered over Lauren.

His biceps were huge and his bulge was...noticeably large. He had slicked up black hair and scruff with chocolate brown eyes. Lauren felt herself swoon at the sight of him as he grinned. “Hey, I’m Connor Conrad. I’ve been assigned to be your trainer for tonight,” he said in husky deep voice. “Let’s go over to one of the rooms in the back. There’s special equipment there for beginners.”

“Hey,” Lauren blushed. “My name’s Lauren Adkins.”

“Nice to meet you, Lauren,” Connor said as they entered one of the rooms which was filled with machines, racked weights, a workout bench, jump ropes, medicine balls, and more. “So, Lauren what exactly do you want to work on? What is your ultimate goal out of working out? Losing weight? Getting muscular? What’s the mission?”

“Well,” Lauren said. “I do want to lose weight, but I also want to, help improve... my assets if you know what I mean.”

“What do you mean?” Connor asked with a small grin on his face.

“Well, I’d just like to get a bit more... curvy I guess and fit,” Lauren said, nibbling her lip.

“Can I see what I’m working with?” Connor asked.

“W-what do you mean?” Lauren asked.

“It’s just us in here, Lauren,” Connor said. “And I need to see the full package to see what I’m working with.”

“Can’t we just... work out?”

“It’d be better if we had bullet points and a direction to head in,” Connor said. “But if you don’t want to, that’s okay. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. But it would be easier if I just knew what we were dealing with exactly.”