It’s my first day back at the gym after my required, unpaid leave, so I want to try to make a good impression with the boss-lady, Alex. I get there early and open the place up, clean out the locker rooms, and put out any fliers Alex has laying out on her desk that I know need to go up. I stock up the smoothie bar before the attendant gets here and clean off a bunch of equipment. By the time Alex is walking in, the place is completely spotless. This former rich, pampered professional boxer isn’t afraid of getting his hands dirty. Alex whistled as she walks in; I’m sweeping up around the boxing ring as she comes in through the back door.

“Someone is trying to make up for his little slip-up, huh?” she asks. Alex is an older woman, but you wouldn’t really be able to tell. She’s aged well –probably due to being a serious athlete and health nut.

I grin slightly. “Come on, you know I wasn’t really sexually harassing Laurel.”

“I think you and I have different definitions of what that means,” Alex said, rolling her eyes at me. “I don’t care if you almost banged one of my fighters, Jonathan –if she wanted you to keep your mouth shut about it, you should have. Her friends, and her, can’t stand you. She definitely didn’t want them to know about that.”

“I know, I know,” I say, “She’s just so-”

Alex holds her hand up to let me know she doesn’t care before she sashays over to her office. I shake my head; I can hear the ladies coming in from the back entrance; the female fighters all have keys that let them in through the employee’s only entrance so that they can get here before the gym opens. I guess they’re all buddy-buddy with Alex. They all ignore me despite my somewhat friendly, “good morning,” and head to the ring. I just shake my head and continue cleaning up, doing my best to ignore their snide comments about being a washed up boxer turned janitor. I resist the temptation to get into an argument about what my job actually is; I’m a trainer, but I am also responsible for clean-up duty.

Becky, the tiny little secretary, comes scurrying into gym with her arms loaded down with paperwork. She’s a weird one. Cute, but weird. She’s always wearing a pants suit like she’s got some high end secretary job. I mean, I know this place is for professional female athletes and rich women willing to pay the extra buck, but it’s still a damn gym. This girl shows up with heals every day –even her boss, Alex, is always wearing yoga pants and a sports bra. Becky’s ankle turns under her enormous heals and all of the papers go flying. I shake my head and then hurry over to help her. I gather the papers as she spits out a hundred different apologies for inconveniencing me.

For a moment, I think she blushes under those big red glasses of hers. She’s not exactly my type, but I’m a pretty notorious playboy –and old habits die hard. For the rest of the day I put on my charm, chatting her up whenever possible. I teach my training lessons to the soccer moms and do my best to avoid the boxers –especially that bitch Laurel and her even bitchier friend, Brittany. I continue slipping away on occasion to charm the secretary though, and I can tell it’s working. A part of me realizes this is a bad idea, especially after Laurel has already attempted to pin me with sexual harassment. I almost decide that I’m not going to pursue anything with Becky until she tells me she’s leaving Alexis’s Place because she’s moving next week. I grin; that means I won’t be seeing her around here, so I decide it’s a safe gamble.

By the end of the day, Becky is so overwhelmed with my compliments and sweet talk, that I catch her intentionally sticking around longer today to “catch up on some paperwork” so that we can be alone in the gym. As I am cleaning up for the day, I make my way over to her desk. “So, Becky, do you ever take advantage of the gym after hours?” I ask casually.

“Oh,” she blushes as though I have said something really charming instead of just making small talk, “no, not really.”

“Really? Not even the pool?” I ask.

“Well, I just work here. I don’t really care to,” she says and then her face turns completely bloodshot. “Although, I suppose, I wouldn’t mind going for a swim sometime.”

“How about right now?” I ask, “I could go for a swim. I’ll go with you.”

“Oh, well, I don’t have a swimsuit or anything,” she says.

I grin, “I didn’t say I had a bathing suit.”

Yup, that did it. I swear, the poor woman is acting like she is going to pass out. Her knees are a bit wobbly, but I can tell she is thinking the idea over. I can see her very slowly inching her way towards the end of her desk. “Oh,” she says, her voice raspy and nervous. I smile; my smile has always been the sealer of the deal. “Okay,” she says finally, and it’s like it almost killed her to say it; she can hardly speak.

We walk through the main part of the gym and enter into the pool area –an enormous room with a lap pool. I don’t act shy about it, and I immediately strip down and dive into the pool. She takes her time removing her shoes; she acts really skittish after removing her shoes. She’s too scared to actually take off her clothes, so she hesitates. “Awe, come on, I’ve stripped down already,” I say playful and splash a bit of water at her feet.

She smiles and laughs slightly, “hey, easy, this is an expensive suit. You better not get it wet.”

I just smile back at her, and she starts undressing. “Look away,” she demands, so I do. After a moment, I hear her make her way into the water. She taps me on my shoulder, and I turn to see that she has undressed completely with the exception of those glasses of hers, but she’s kneeling slightly so the water is up to neck –I guess it makes her feel a little less exposed.

It doesn’t take long after this. We splash around like a couple of kids for a bit, but soon we work our way closer to one another and I go in for a kiss. She makes a quick transition from timid and shy to slightly forceful after I kiss her, and her arms go around my neck. I feel her wet breasts press against my chest. I wrap my arms around her, and the two of us wind up floating over to a corner of the pool. I gently push her back against the side of the pool and let my cock press against her thigh for a moment while our lips remain locked.

She removes her glasses and places them at the side of the pool, and we continue kissing for a moment before I slide my cock between her legs –eventually entering inside her which is a smooth and easy transition in the water. “I’ve never done anything like this before,” she says excitedly with a slight groan.

I keep one arm wrapped around her waist, and my free hand plays with her nipples. I nibble at her throat and pull her hair; she starts groaning loudly, and I press my lips tightly against hers, muffling the sound. Eventually I hear her cries start to escalate, and I know she’s having an orgasm. I pull out of her and cum in the pool; no one will be the wiser, I’m sure. She gasps as we pull apart, and she reaches and grabs her glasses so that she can look at me. She touches my bare chest and kisses my pecks, giggling slightly, “I hate that I’m moving,” she says.

“Me too,” I say, but it’s a lie. I’m glad she’s leaving; I don’t know anything about her, and a no strings attached fuck party in the pool was a pretty nice tension release. It was also one hell of a welcome back party for me.