‘New boyfriend? Hmmm… Guess I won’t be having that talk with Jake after all.’
“Yes, this is Ricardo!” Shireen answered while patting his chest. She extended her hand and pointed towards the other couple. “Heather and Darius, the roommates I mentioned. Go ahead and say hello, Ricky…”
Ricardo reached out for Heather’s hand. “A pleasure.” Once she’d given it, he leaned down and placed a gentle kiss across her fingers. He then nodded to Darius as he straightened himself back up at Shireen’s side.
“Oooooh!” Heather announced her approval.
“Oh yeah, he’s a charmer” Shireen said with a wide grin.
“Would you like to have dinner with us? It’s nothing fancy, but Darius is going to whip up some grub!”
“Thanks, but we already had a bite. Besides, Ricky and I are going to be busy for the next couple hours.” Shireen winked at Heather and then gazed at Ricky with her most seductive expression. Ricardo blushed slightly and chuckled, putting his hands in the pockets of his slacks.
“Haha… I see. Well, you two have fun then!” Heather responded cheerfully.
Shireen put her hands around Ricardo’s arm and dragged him off to her room. As he watched them stroll off, Darius wondered if the young man had any idea what he was getting into.
* * * * *
It was a couple hours later and Darius was hunched over the kitchen sink. His hands and forearms were covered in the thick, yellow rubber of dish washing gloves. The sink was filled with soapy water and tons of dirty pots, pans and utensils. He scrubbed away, thinking about how unfair it was that he made dinner and had to do the dishes. And it wasn’t just their dishes either. Shireen had left some of her own things to be cleaned from this morning and the night before.
On the other hand, there had been plenty of times Heather made dinner and did the dishes in the same night. He wasn’t about to complain and earn another tongue lashing in addition to a stern flogging from his Mistress.
“ARGH!!!”
Darius shut off the water and turned as soon as he heard the grunt of pain. Ricardo limped toward the kitchen, jacket under one arm. He was moving very slowly and it looked like he was in considerable pain. Darius knew that stride and reaction only too well. It was the result of someone’s anal deflowering being less than gentle.
“Hey man, you alright?”
Ricardo waved him off, offering only a momentary glance in his direction. “Yeah… I’ll be fine. Thanks.”
He let out a low hiss as he continued limping along, slowly making his way past the kitchen and into the hallway that led to the front door. Darius couldn’t help himself. He peeked his head out from the edge of the kitchen and watched Shireen’s new boy toy make his slow, painful way to the door and let himself out. As the door closed, his laughter could no longer be contained.
Darius chortled and chuckled as he made his way back to the sink and put his rubber-clad hands back to the task.
“Hell man, at least it aint just me.”
* * * * *
“I’m sorry, but Damien is no longer with us” the woman behind the counter informed him between glances at her computer.
“No longer… Why? What happened to him?” Darius asked incredulously. His trainer, whom he’d been working with for months, had never indicated he was moving or taking a new job soon.
“I’m not at liberty to say. Sorry!”
“Ok, so I get a new trainer then?”
“Of course. Let me see who we have available…”
Darius stood in the lobby of his local gym, frustrated. It was hard enough to get focused on a workout after a long day of work, but now he had to adjust to a new trainer as well. He shouldered his heavy gym bag and rapped his hands on the counter as he waited for service.
“It looks like Jennifer and Amanda are both open for a session in fifteen minutes.”
Darius sighed. “How long would I have to wait for a male trainer?”
The receptionist looked irritated as she applied a few keystrokes and clicked through the day’s schedule. “At least an hour. Is there a problem with a female trainer?”
Darius froze. Another woman who was working behind the desk turned to look at him. He could feel many sets of eyes glaring at him from behind. He didn’t have to turn and look. He knew they were all women. He knew they were waiting for him to say something “patriarchal.”
“No. No problem at all. Who would you recommend?”
The woman’s face softened into a thin smile as she typed and clicked away, filling out his new training schedule. “Jennifer will whip you into shape in no time.”
* * * * *
“Oh cmon, you gotta do better than that! I’m not letting you touch a barbell till you show me you can do it right! Straighten out that form!”
Jennifer whipped her lanyard around her fingers in long, whistling motions. She was an impressive specimen. Medium height, strong arms and back, very muscular thighs. Her brunette hair arched up in a long pony tail and fell behind her head. She stalked around Darius in her white tank top and black track pants barking out orders. He got the distinct impression she wanted to whip those keys into his flesh.
“Eyes forward! Lower yourself down slowly.”
Darius squatted as far as he could go, doing his best to maintain proper form. He held his hands out straight as he bent down deep.
“Keep those knees in line with your toes. No cheating! All the way to ninety degrees… there! Alright, I guess that’s good enough. Let’s add some weight.”
Darius approached the squat rack. He put his palms on the bar and prepared to lift it. Jennifer was standing behind him, her lanyard continuing to spin through the air.
“I’m going to watch you carefully. When you get to the proper height, I’ll let you know each time. I’m gonna give you a little extra motivation.”
Darius felt nervous. He had no idea what she meant, but it was already making him uncomfortable. Jennifer had been rough, grabby and demanding with him all afternoon. At least the session was almost over. Their first session, anyway.
He lifted the barbell off the rack and took a step back. There was seventy five pounds on each side, plus the forty five pounds of the bar itself. Not an incredible amount of weight for a squat, but plenty to offer a good pump to a guy his size.
“SQUAT!” she commanded as the well toned brunette pocketed her lanyard and grabbed the towel that had been hanging around her neck.
Darius dipped down, careful to maintain proper form.
*WHAP*
Just as he reached the lowest point of his squat, he felt Jennifer’s towel snap across his ass.
“One!”
Darius heaved the weight upwards; his calves, thighs and core doing all the work.
“SQUAT!”
He dipped down again, the weight not burdensome yet, but a little more difficult than the first time.
*WHAP*
His ass, already bruised from Heather’s abuse in recent weeks, smarted in pain.
‘Jesus Christ! Am I really being flogged with a towel while lifting?’
“Two!”
He thought about ending the exercise immediately, walking out and filing a complaint with the gym, but that would mean dealing with those women in the lobby again. Besides, he was so close to finishing the workout. He just wanted to get through it and go home. As ridiculous as it was, he would endure Jennifer’s “motivation.”