CHAPTER TWO
Chad
“You want me to grab you a protein shake, too, bro?” Jake asks me.
“Fuck yeah!” I reply. “You know I do. Gotta feed these guns!”
He walks off and I log into my computer to look at my schedule for the day. All right! My first client is a new girl. It says here she's in her early twenties and only slightly overweight. I can work with that. Hopefully she's not a butter face like the new girl I trained yesterday.
Looking in the mirror on my office wall, I inspect every inch of this temple I call a body. I've been working my ass off in the gym for the past ten years. Everything I do, everything I eat and drink is designed to make this body look like a Greek statue. Some people call me vain, but I don't give a fuck. They're just jealous because they don't look like me. The phone in my office rings and I pick it up.
“Mr. Taylor, your one o'clock is here.”
“Send her back to my office.”
“It's her first training session, sir. She doesn't know where your office is.”
“She'll figure it out. Just point her in the general direction and tell her to start walking.”
“As you wish.”
Damn, I look good today. My muscles look big and full, my face looks perfect, and my hair – my hair looks mag-fucking-nificent. It's gonna be a good day – I can feel it already! There's a knock at my door and standing there is my somewhat-cute new client.
“Hi! I'm Clarissa!” she says.
“Clarissa, come in and shut the door. Have a seat.”
“It's so nice to finally meet you. I've watched all your YouTube videos and I've been following you on Instagram for over a year.”
“That's great. So, Clarissa, tell me: Why are you here? What are you trying to accomplish? You could obviously stand to lose a few pounds but what else?”
“Uh... Well, yes, I could probably stand to lose a few pounds. But I'd also like to make my butt a little bigger and maybe tone up my arms a bit.”
“Well, you've come to the guy that can help you make that happen. Let's get out there and get started. I hope you're ready to sweat!”
We go out on the floor and I lead this girl over to the squat rack. Squats will kill two birds with one stone. It'll help make her ass bigger and it'll burn some extra calories. Plus, it'll give me a chance to get up close and personal with this girl. There's no doubt in my mind that she wants to fuck me. Most girls do. But the fact that she's been following me on Instagram and YouTube tells me that she really wants to fuck me.
“Alright,” I say. “We're gonna start by doing some squats. This is a great exercise for your butt and legs. Take the bar and put it behind your neck. Now, we're gonna go down and come back up, nice and slow, nice and easy.”
I get behind Clarissa and press my body up against hers. Being a personal trainer has a lot of perks. One of my favorites is that I'm able to get up close and personal with my female clients. Well, the attractive ones, anyway. The uggo's are on their own.
Wrapping my hands around Clarissa's waist, I press my body against hers. We go down and come back up. Down and up. I know that she's getting turned on right now. I can sense it. When you've been with as many women as I have, you get a sixth sense about these things. I help her put the bar back and she turns around to look at me.
“How was that?” she asks.
“Could've been better, but you'll get the hang of it in time.” Pinching some of Clarissa's belly fat, I say, “You should probably do some cardio, too. It'll help you melt away this fat.”
“Oh,” she replies.
“Okay, let's do another set of squats.”
We continue through the workout. With each passing minute, I become less and less interested in this chick. She keeps throwing compliment after compliment at me as if it means something. I get thousands of compliments every day from my social media followers. Finally, our session comes to an end.
“Alright. We're all done for today.”
“Thank you so much, Chad. It's been a real pleasure training with you. I can't wait until our next session!”
“Yeah. Sure. Go do some cardio before you leave. See you next time.”
Smack!!!
I slap Clarissa's ass as she turns to walk away. She moans and prances off with a big smile on her face. I hope she never comes back, but I know she will. I'm getting sick of dealing with chicks like her. They're no challenge at all. If I told her to get on her hands and knees and suck my cock right in the middle of Fit World, not only would she do it, she'd probably thank me for the opportunity.
I miss the chase. Now that I'm a famous fitness model, women throw themselves at me every day. And the funny thing? The more of an asshole I am, the more they want me! Even funnier, though: The more they want me and the more these bitches throw themselves at me, the less I want them.
“How was that new girl?” Jake asks. “You gonna fuck her?”
I don't answer. He should know better. Jake's another trainer here. He and I have been friends for a couple years now. While he might not have as many social media followers as me or as impressive of a physique, Jake's a good dude. He's always had my back.
“Don't tell me you did fuck her? Already?” he asks.
“Get the fuck outta here!” I reply, punching Jake in the arm. “Maybe when she loses about twenty pounds. Maybe then I'll hit that.”
“I don't know. I thought she was kinda cute.”
“Yeah, you thought that Elizabeth girl from the club the other night was cute, too. That bitch looked like she had a five o'clock shadow and an Adam's apple. Our definitions of attractive are quite different, bro.”
“Well, sorrrrrry, Mr. Famous. Some of us aren't able to bang nines and tens all the time.”
“Hey, I can't help it if I'm only attracted to hot chicks. It's how I've always been.”
“Speaking of hot chicks: Have you seen the new dietitian? I think today is her first day.”
“Nah. Haven't seen her. She's cute?”
“She’s probably a bit too plain for you, but I think so. Hell yeah. Don't take my word for it, though. There she is right there,” Jake says, pointing toward the main entrance.
I laugh and reply, “Uh, yeah. No thanks, bro. I'm not surprised that you think she's hot. But I'll pass.”
“No, not her!” Jake says, re-aiming his finger. “Her.”
I follow Jake's finger and realize who he's pointing at. Walking into Fit World is one of the hottest women I've ever seen come through those doors. Each step that she takes brings her closer to us and I'm able to make out more and more details. She's fucking gorgeous, but not in a usual way. There's something about her that I can't quite put my finger on. Whatever it is, I like it. Maybe it's her stride. She walks with both elegance and awkwardness at the same time. I've never seen anything quite like it.
“Well?” he asks. “What do you think? Do you agree that she's cute?”
“No, I don't think she's cute.”
“No?”
“I think she's fucking flawless. Look at her!”
“See! I told you!”
“Who is she? What do you know about her?”
“Not much. I know that she's fresh outta college and today is her first day here. Other than that, I don't know shit about her.”
“Keep it that way. She's mine.”
“Go get her, bro!”
“Not right now. My next client's been waiting for like ten minutes. I'm trying to help this fat fuck lose a shit ton of weight before his wedding day. That way, when he and his wife-to-be exchange vows, he won't be fat and ugly – he'll just be fucking ugly.”
Jake laughs and says, “Cool. Talk to you later, bro.”
He walks off and I go meet with my next client, a guy who looks like he could be a long lost member of the Fat Boys. The whole time I'm training him, all I can think about is the new dietitian. I honestly can't remember the last time I was this excited about meeting a girl. It’s weird because I never get like this. I don't know what it is about this chick. There's just something about her.
For the rest of the afternoon, I can't get her off my mind. Every once in a while, I catch a glimpse of her going from her office to the front desk and back again. And every time I see her, my interest grows a little bit. Head to toe, she's fucking gorgeous, but not in an obvious way. It's a hidden kind of hotness. There's a silent sexiness to her that you can't see right away. It's there, though. It might be hard to see at first. But once you do, you can't take your mind off it.
Between clients, I go on the computer and look up the dietitian's schedule. It would help if I knew her fucking name. I'll find her, though. Let's see... Ahhh, here. This must be her: Emma Robinson, RD. It looks like her day starts at eight thirty in the morning and ends at five thirty in the evening. Perfect. I'll ditch my four thirty client a few minutes early and try to catch Emma on her way out. I'm gonna game the shit out of this girl. I'll have her eating out of the palm of my hand in no time.