Take the Ferrari to the gym

It was 10 am on day {Day} and I knew exactly what needed to be done. I still had most of today and all of tomorrow left of the game. Getting Vanessa today would surely make me win it? Liz had rated her 10/10, so I knew she would be no pushover, but the ten points would be more than enough to get my ratings maxed out.

I pondered my options for a while, until I landed on the red Ferrari. For some reason I had no difficulty handling the power of the vehicle on the way down to the gym. It was fun driving something that turned heads, but the car was missing one crucial element, a stunning babe in the passenger seat.

I had checked out her insta before leaving, so it was no surprise to see Vanessa Jones near the squat racks. She was guiding a client, a fairly pretty, though somewhat out-of-shape young woman, showing her the right form.

5’10 tall Vanessa was walking evidence of her knowledge and expertice in building the perfect female body. In leggings that seemed painted on, her ass was a work of art that could make the most celibate monk adjust their pants. Her muscular thighs and abs matched the booty, showing off years of consistency. She was wearing laced-up high Converse shoes and a tight crop top. She looked amazing.

As the client tried to learn from the master, I noticed - in the corner of my eye - Vanessa stealing a glimpse of me as I passed them at a distance, heading to the free weights. She wasn’t alone. With my impressive game-enhanced physique, which included my 6’4 height and my impossible-to-hide bulge, I was getting a lot of attention from the women in the room. But her too? It was hard to be cool about it, despite how cool the app said I was now.

Let her come to me, I thought. Don't be the hunter.

My training program, having magically appeared in my bag, was focusing on upper body and core today, so I hung around the free-weights and barbells with most of the male crowd. It mesmerized me how light the loaded bars and manuals felt in my hands. Sometimes I found myself having forgot just how life had been five days ago. I had already slept with more hot girls than in my previous life. I closed my eyes and took a long breath.

“Hello, and welcome to our gym!” someone said.

I looked up.

It was another PT, one of the guys. A lean, fairly skinny guy with smaller thighs than my current biceps.

“I haven’t seen you here before. If you need any help, or want to book a session, just let me know!” he continued.

“No, I-“ I started, obviously not in need of any private sessions with mr skinny.

“I’ll handle this, Tom,” Vanessa interrupted and waved him away. “He’s one of mine!”

I turned my attention to her, on my left, as Tom gave her a half-hearted thumbs up and walked away.

“Sorry about that,” she mouthed, barely audible. “I’m Vanessa, and I can tell that you know your way around a gym.”

I took her stretched out hand and gave it a good squeeze, lingering just enough to make it clear how I felt about her.

“Thanks, and hi, I’m Mike,” I replied. “Mike Ockisard.”

Despite my newfound coolness and confidence, it was hard to look Vanessa in the eye without feeling butterflies. She was intensely beautiful, with unblemished skin, big doey eyes and full, red lips that made you dream of kissing her. A small nose, lightly freckled, and dark eyebrows. Her dark hair, kept in a tight ponytail, was thick and smooth.

You’d think her exquisite appearance would make her arrogant, but her joyous disposition made the gym a very fun place to be. Nobody was in the room without noticing her, and it was not just because of her looks. She seemed to spread joy. I wouldn’t say she was flirting with everyone, but she definitely made everyone feel like they mattered to her. I had experienced it before, myself, before I was the person I had become now. It was just a normal check-in greeting, asking me if I was finding the gym satisfactory. When she looked at me, I couldn’t get a word out, but she was used to it, and kept talking. Gradually, she’d made me comfortable and had me chatting away like we were long pals.

Now, I doubted she recognized me. Since my last minute, I had changed so much. Yet the game, and Liz, had claimed that any changes were made effective to the full timeline, like things had never been different. With a few exceptions, it seemed to be right. In that case, she would remember me as 6'4, muscular, confident and cool… {if Cock_length>8}with an impressive bulge.{endif}

I recalled what Liz had revealed:

“Vanessa Jones. Gym instructor and aspiring actress. 27 years old. Currently dating a few guys, but no steady boyfriend. No STDs and on the pill. Loves exercising, thriller movies, big cocks. Rating 10/10.”

The rating reflected both looks and difficulty. In this case, it was hard to tell how difficult it would be to get laid with her, since she was so good looking. But I knew she wouldn’t be a pushover. I would have to impress her and treat her right. The question, of course, was how to treat her right. I had some ideas.

Despite my coolness, intelligence and confidence, I had the hardest time avoiding my eyes to drop down to her generous globes. They had to be fake, I told myself, nobody could be that fit and still have such an impressive bust. I held her gaze.

“So did you just switch to our gym,” she asked.

“Yeah,” I lied, “it’s closer to my college, so I can get a few extra sessions in between classes, despite your shorter hours.”

She did not recognize me, I concluded. She would be excused. I hadn't exactly worn out my gym clothes.

“That’s convenient,” she said.

“I’m majoring in engineering,” I said, “The professors are making it really hard to get in a session with all their mandatory work.”

I recalled the “squeeze session” with prof. Tara Benson and grinned mentally.

«Oh, I bet,» Vanessa said and leant on the rack next to me, making her own rack shift and squeeze together in her low-cut top. Her dark pony-tail begged for me to grab onto and pull as I imagined her on her knees in front of me.

Vanessa continued, “I’m almost fully booked, by the way, but if you want a private session after closing hours, it could be arranged.”

She suddenly became flustered. Hot women never became flustered around me before. This was a first.

“Fully professional, I mean,” she made clear, “I mean, if you need a PT session and can’t find the time between all the assignments.”

“Of course,” I said.

She clearly seemed interested in spending time with me. I did not want to appear to eager, but the clock was ticking.

I realized I hadn’t actually asked Liz what the winning conditions were, and what happened when the game ended. Would I lose all the changed I had made? Was this my only shot to fuck Vanessa?

“You know what, I could use some new ideas for my leg days,” I said, “and I’ve heard you’re quite the expert?”

She grinned, shifting her weight again, showing off her curves more. Was it on purpose? I did not care.

“OK, would 10pm tomorrow fit?” she asked.

Shit, that was late. Maybe not too late, but it would leave me dangerously close to the game ending. Also, I didn’t know if I could go a full day and a half now without fucking a woman, and I didn’t want to risk ending the game before I got with Vanessa. I had to come up with an excuse.

“That would have been perfect, as tomorrow is my leg day, but I have to attend a late night web session with some Japanese scientists.”

She looked skeptical.

“Tomaga and Michiu,” I said, {if Fucked_Tara=true}recalling the physicists Ms. Benson had praised{else}just making up something that was hopefully believable{endif}.

She relaxed her pose and looked over to the overweight girl, who had finished her lunges.

“I should go back to my client,” she said, “I’m sorry. I misunderstood.”

Shit. I was in trouble.

I had to do something. Quick.