Zoey is not the stereotypical emo skateboard type but a cute, busty woman who rocks inline skates. She’s trying to further her journalism apprenticeship but has hit a bit of a lull. This, combined with a mundane routine and struggling to find any women her type, forces her decision to try something new and hire a personal trainer.
Alexa is outrageously proud and gay. A tomboy who loves breaking a sweat on the punch bag at the gym where she works, she isn’t afraid to speak her mind and will go for whatever she wants. Her interests include women, flirting with women, seducing women, sleeping with women ... and then she meets Zoey.
When two fit, attractive women meet in an environment that encourages closeness, sweat, and groans, it doesn’t leave much to the imagination. Their relationship begins to heat up on the gym floor as they both realise they’re going to get more than what they signed up for.
Then Zoey uncovers a deviant blackmail scenario involving the boss of the gym and her hot new crush. Just what her writing needs -- a scandalous story to expose! But at what cost? Will it ruin their potential closeness? And is the story too risky?
Feeling brave, Zoey started up the next conversation.
“I can’t believe I’m back here again so soon; I must be a sucker for punishment.”
Alexa chuckled. “That, or you just couldn’t stay away from me.”
She oozed such charm, such confidence, that Zoey melted inside. When was the last time someone gave her butterflies? She couldn’t remember. What she did know though, was that she had made the right clothing choice; Alexa couldn’t keep her eyes off of her. And she liked it!
Bloody hell, she is even hotter than I remember. How does her amazing chest fit into that tiny top? And how am I supposed to focus on her form with a cleavage like that?! Alexa gave herself a quick, mental talking to, after all, she did have another thirty minutes to get through with Zoey. And that would be even more of a struggle if she started drooling over her favourite new client. That type of behaviour is most likely frowned upon, probably. Maybe they would get a chance to exchange bodily fluids another time, soon, hopefully.
With focus back on the workout, Zoey realised Alexa meant what she said about getting sweaty. Her head was soaked with salty perspiration. It streamed all the way down her face, and neck, temporarily pausing at her barely covered collarbone, before spilling over into her cleavage. She thought she’d feel self-conscious being this much of a mess in public, but actually, she felt the complete opposite. She felt sexy, and desirable, two things she didn’t usually associate with herself. Every time she wiped away a bead of sweat, she caught Alexa watching, eyes wide, full of lust. She yearned for Alexa’s gaze.
The exciting, whirlwind of emotion completely overtook her body, and out crept a groan of passion! Shit! She strained to push the weights above her head one final time so that she could try to mimic the accidental aroused sound, hoping it would come across as only a sound of determination to finish the exercise. Did it work?
* * * *
Oh my God, that was hot! Alexa’s mind raced. That gives me an idea for our next exercise, screw my plan.
“Good work, Zoey, only one exercise left for today,” Alexa tried to hide her disappointment that their session was almost over. “We’re gonna stretch out those legs, ready for weighted squats.”
“I love squats!” Zoey eagerly squeaked. “I find they really help keep my glutes and quads nice and strong for skating.”
Alexa’s inner voice interrupted. They keep your glutes nice, all right.
