Gym Membership

You have always been interested in fitness, during college you studied to become a personal trainer. Once you graduated you took what money you had, against your parents wishes, and opened a gym. Fortunately you were able to get cheap property, unfortunately its in the shitty part of town. Your clients are mostly locals and a few bargain hunters willing to seek out your facility. The first few months were exciting, making new relationships, running classes and working one on one with your clients. That was when the bills started to pile up, try as you may you didn't take any business courses and you're having trouble paying everything back. By six months in you've burned through your savings and what the bank would loan you. If you don't get more money in a few months you'll be in debt and your dream will be shattered.

Going over the books you realize one client, Luna Lopez hasn't paid any of her bills for the past three months. Between the classes, membership fees and one on one sessions she could at least make sure the lights stay on for another month. You've never been confrontational, competitive maybe, but not confrontational. To make matters more difficult Luna is incredibly hot.

Luna is latina and about 5'5" with an incredibly curvaceous figure. She always wears a sports bra and tight shorts which despite your best efforts to remain professional always draw your gaze. You need to get this money from her so despite your desire you need to keep it professional.

The next day you go wait outside of the women's locker room.

"Your um, donation is all there," comes a male voice.

"Thanks papi," comes Ella's voice, "I'll meet you tomorrow night at 8 for our date?"

"Yea," stammers the man, "can't wait."

The man rushes out barely noticing you and you peek in to see Ella stuff a large envelope into her locker.

"Sneaking a peak John?" asks Ella without turning to see you, "its ok, I don't mind."

"What was that about?" you ask entering the women's locker room.

"Nothing," she says, "he just owed me some money."

"Funny you should say that," you say, "because you actually owe me money."

"No I don't," she says with a beautiful smile.

"Yeah you do," you say taking her bill from your pocket, "and to be honest I really need it."

"John," she says with a more serious look, "I've got all of my bills set to auto pay because I know I'll never remember to repay them."

"We don't have auto pay," you say, "we don't accept credit card, its cash or check only."

Luna's eyes go wide, "oh my god, John, I am so sorry."

Without hesitation she reaches into her locker and pulls out the envelope and hands it to you.

"It's not all of it," she says, "but I can get you the rest I promise."

You look through the envelope and there is one thousand dollars in cash, like she said, its not the full amount but its enough to cover a third of her bill.

"I can go," she says, "I shouldn't even be here if I haven't paid you in so long."

Luna reaches into her locker and starts to pull out her stuff.

"Stop," you say, "you can stay for today."

"You mean it?" she asks with puppy dog eyes, "oh John I will get you the rest by the end of the week I promise.

With that she throws her arms around you and pulls you into a tight hug, her large soft breasts pressed against your chest.

"I'll see you out there," she says, "and Friday, hand to God, I will have the rest of your money."

If she means it you can pay your bills this month, when the gym closes you head to an ATM and deposit the money before heading back to stare in vain at your financials. For the rest of the week you start to notice a lot of your male clients talking to Luna maybe they always had but you take notice of how many of them emerge from the women's locker room, and how many envelopes Ella collects. It doesn't take long before you begin to wonder if she's a prostitute. You wouldn't care except she is running at least part of the business out of your gym which could make you liable.

Your mind races wondering what to do about Luna she's one of your best clients and if she pays her bills on time you could probably scratch by. She is also easily your hottest female client and you wonder how many of your clients are there just to catch a glimpse of her. On the other hand if she gets arrested you could end up with a fine and then none of that would matter because they would probably revoke your business license.

Friday finally arrives and you head to the women's locker room to confront Luna.

"Hey John," she says as you enter, "you just missed the best part," she says as she runs her thumbs under her bra straps. "I have your money."

She hands you a thick envelope and you don't have to be great at math to know its way too much.

"Luna," you say, "this is way too much."

"I put the next two months in there," she says with a smile, "give me a heads up when I need to pay you next and I promise I won't owe you again."

"Thanks," you offer weakly, now you really don't want to kick her out.

"Something wrong?" she asks batting her eyes.

"No," you say, "no everything is fine."

"Alright," she says, "see you out there."

You head back to your office and deposit the cash in the safe. For the rest of the day your head is in a fog, even your one on one with Ella, normally the highlight of your day is a blur.

At the end of the day you retreat to your office to think on your conundrum some more. After a few minutes there is a soft knock at the door.

"Can I come in?" asks Luna

"Um sure," you say trying to stifle the mess of paperwork on your desk.

She closes the door and walks towards you before leaning on the edge of the desk.

"Are we ok?" she asks, "you seemed off this morning when I paid you and then again when you worked me out."

"Yeah," you offer weakly, "its nothing."

"John," she says, "do you know why I picked your gym?"

"Price?" you ask.

"No," she says, "it was because I enjoyed working out with you, you're good at what you do and I enjoy your company, I even enjoy it when you check me out."

"I never," you begin.

"Please," she says with a smile, "the least you can do right now is be honest with me."

"All of that money," you say, "I've seen you getting "donations" from some of the male clients."

"Oh," she says, "so you found out what I do for a living."

"I have an idea," you say.

"Does it bother you?" she asks moving a little closer.

"Personally, no," you say.

"Then whats wrong?" she asks "you want to arrange a date."

"I, um" you stammer knowing you could never afford it.

She leans in putting her hands on your legs, "I'd give you a good price, I was always hoping we'd just get there naturally."

"Its not that," you finally manage, "its about the gym."

She leans back and looks at you incredulously, "the gym?"

"Since we're being honest," you say, "the gym is struggling and on top of that I'm worried that if you get into trouble the gym could be closed down."

"Oh," she says, "I guess I never thought about that. I would never want to put you in a difficult position."

There is an uneasy silence between the two of you before Luna finally speaks.

"Maybe I can help you," she says, "I think I can do something."

She gets to her knees and runs her hands up your thighs, "but first let me say sorry," she says running he hand over the growing bulge in your pants. "for stressing you about money," she says pulling your pants and boxers off in one move, "and putting your gym at risk," she says wrapping her soft hands around your hardening cock.