CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Chad
Emma looks really cute today. As always, she's dressed conservatively but now I no longer have to rely on my imagination to picture what she looks like under her clothes. After Friday night, I know exactly how sexy Emma's body is. Hopefully, I'll get the chance to see it again soon.
I asked Emma if she'd like to go out again as soon as I got to Fit World. I'm waiting to hear back from her. Any other girl would be begging me for a second date. With Emma, I almost feel like I have to beg her. Chad Taylor doesn't beg anyone for anything, though. Even if they’re as sexy and charming as Emma.
“Bro, you're not gonna believe how fucking sexy your next client is,” Jake says. “She's a new girl and she's smokin' hot. I just saw her in the waiting area.”
I honestly couldn't care less. There's only one girl... one woman on my mind right now and it isn't my next client. Being the professional that I am, I try to forget about Emma - for now, anyway - so I can train my client to the best of my ability.
“That's great,” I reply.
“What the fuck is going on with you, bro? Ever since that new dietitian started working here, you haven't been yourself.”
“You don't know what the fuck you're talking about, Jake. I'm the same exact person I've always been. Nothing's changed. I've just had a lot on my mind lately.”
“Sure. Whatever you say, bro. I gotta go up front to get my next client. You want me to send Hottie McSexy back to you?”
“Yeah, send her to my office.”
I go into my office and pull up my next client's information on the computer. Jake was right: This is her first personal training session with me. Maybe she'll be able to take my mind off Emma for a little while. Somehow I doubt it, though. A minute later, I hear a knock at my door.
“Come in,” I say.
Jake wasn't kidding. This chick is on fire. There's no denying it: She's a hottie. I motion for her to come in and have a seat, which she does. Glancing at the computer, I see her name is Chelsea. She's already trying to get my attention. I can tell by her body language. Chelsea is sitting with her legs crossed, eyeing me up and down. I know this type. She's aggressive. Normally, I like girls like her. Right now, though, I couldn't be less interested.
“So, you're Chelsea, I take it?”
“Yes, I am. It's so very nice to meet you, Chad.”
“It's obvious that you're already in great shape. What is it that you're hoping to accomplish by coming here?”
“I'd really like to make my butt a little bigger. And maybe tone up my legs a little bit. Here, let me show you what I mean.”
Chelsea gets up and walks around my desk so she's right next to me. She bend over, sticking her ass out just a couple feet away from my face. If this was happening a couple weeks ago, I'd be locking my door right now and getting ready to fuck this girl on top of my desk. There's no question about it: she wants me. It takes a certain kind of chick to be as bold as Chelsea. There's no doubt in my mind that this girl is down to fuck. I'm not, though. Not Chelsea, anyway.
“See what I mean?” she asks, sticking her ass out further. “I'd really like to make my ass a little thicker. What do you think, Chad?”
Her and I both know that she doesn't need to change a thing. Chelsea's just trying to show off her body to me. I've seen thousands of women just as hot as her. And ninety-nine percent of them don't have any personality whatsoever. When you're that hot, you don't need to develop a good personality. Girls like Chelsea are used to getting by from their looks alone. I've gotten bored with chicks like her.
“If you wanna make your ass bigger, you came to the right guy. I'll help you make it happen.”
“Do you think I need to make it bigger?”
“I think it doesn't matter what I think. If you want a bigger ass, let's get out there and make it happen.”
Chelsea gives me a disappointed look. She was hoping I'd tell her that she looks great and doesn't need to change anything. I'm not playing her stupid fucking game, though. Not today. I lead her out to the free weights area. We walk over to the squat rack and I stop so I can ask her a couple more questions.
“I'm guessing you already do plenty of squats.”
“Yes, I do. You really know your stuff, Chad.”
“Ever do front squats?”
“No, I haven't.”
“Okay. They're a little bit different. They still target your legs and ass, but do so a little differently. Let me show you.”
I pick up the bar and rest it on my shoulders in front of me. Slowly, I descend down, just like as if I was doing a regular squat. I can feel Chelsea's eyes all over my body. She's clearly not here for personal training. She's here because she wants to get a piece of me. I come back up slowly, then re-rack the bar.
“See? The movement is the same as a regular squat. You just want the bar in front of you. Got it?”
“I think so, yes.”
“Good. Now you try. I'll be right behind you to spot you if you need me to.”
“Don't be afraid to get up close and personal with me, Chad. It'll make me feel safer.”
Chelsea picks up the bar and rests it on her front shoulders, just as I showed her. I get behind her to give her a spot, but make as little physical contact as possible. This is usually where I get a little touchy-feely with my sexy clients. I just don't have it in me today. My mind is elsewhere. She squats down, pushing her ass back so it's right against my crotch. It's necessary to stick your butt out and keep your back straight when doing squats, but Chelsea goes further than she needs to. She knows exactly what she's doing, but it's not working. Not today.
I end up showing her a few more exercises to add to her workout routine. All throughout our session, she keeps flirting with me relentlessly. I'm as cold as ice, but it doesn't deter her at all. I can see Jake on the other side of the gym training his client. He keeps looking over at me and Chelsea, giving me different thumbs up variations. The regular thumbs up. The double thumbs up. Jake even shoots me a behind-the-back thumbs up. To anyone who's watching us – and I've caught quite a few people doing it – it probably looks like we're having a lot of fun. This broad's taking every opportunity she gets to touch and flirt with me. Most guys would kill for this experience. I can't wait until the session is over. Fortunately, it almost is.
“Well, Chelsea, I think that just about does it for our session today. I hope you learned a little bit from me. Incorporate what I've taught you into your workouts and your ass and legs will grow a little more over time.”
Chelsea steps toward me, runs her hands down my arms and says, “You're so wonderful, Chad. Is there anything I can do to thank you?”
“There sure is,” I reply.
“Oh yeah? What?” she asks in a seductive tone, tilting her head to the side.
“You can say 'thank you, Chad.'”
“A million thank you's,” she says, putting her arms around me. “But I want to thank you in a more personal way - a more physical way.”
Chelsea leans in and starts kissing my neck. I go to step back but can't: there's an exercise machine right behind me. Instinctively, I put my arms around her but immediately realize it's sending the wrong message.
“Chelsea, I can't be doing this.”
“Then don't do anything. Just let me kiss you.”
It feels strange resisting the advances of such an attractive girl. I don't think there's a single guy - a single person - in the entire gym that would deny that Chelsea's gorgeous. But I just don't feel a spark between us. Her personality is as boring as her body is flawless. She the exact type of girl that I used to be into. Not anymore, though. Not since I met someone with an amazing personality and a great body.
Chelsea continues kissing my neck and her lips start traveling to my face. I turn my head to the side, doing my best to avoid her lips reaching mine. When I do, I notice someone else watching us, standing just a few feet away. It's Emma.