Date: 8/21/2016, Categories: Cheating, Author: Corsair46, Source: LushStories
Hi, my name is Al Whitley. Now that may not seem important to you right now. However, I think as you read this you may want to change your mind. I am your average personal trainer, working at Cindy’s Spa and Health Studio here in town. Not much of a job, you might say? Well, in a way your right; and you’re also very wrong. I call the place Cyn’s (sins) meat market and sweat studio. Ladies flock to the Spa looking to lose a few pounds and to get out of the house and away from the curtain climbers, rug rats and other assorted kids. They are looking for adult conversation and some understanding. That’s where I come in. I’m just a regular guy, 5 foot, 11 inches tall. I weigh around 210 pounds. I am not a muscle bound gym freak as you may think. I have a community college degree in Personal Training/Sports Medicine, and another in Massage Therapy. You see, I do drive one of those fancy sports cars made here in the States. I also live in the penthouse over at the new high rise in the downtown area. You ask me, how can that be? You are all mostly professional guys, busting your tails to get ahead while I drive the $60,000 car and have a condo worth three times that. It all started about three years ago. EMILY HARRIS: Emily came to me as a client at the spa. First she wanted just to have a professional show her how to use the machines and make the most of her workouts. I was more than willing to take her on as a client for a two month training cycle. Emily’s first session was much ...