horror.
“What was he thinking, giving you weights like that on your first
time?” She turned to him, blue eyes full of concern. “Dennis, I’m
so sorry. I should have looked after you myself instead of pushing
you towards Vincenzo. Your poor legs must feel terrible.”
“It’s OK, really – it didn’t
feel too bad at the time, I thought I handled the exercises quite
well. It was only this morning that I felt a bit sore.” He almost
crossed his fingers behind his back at the gross understatement.
“Mark’s going to help me tonight with a few stretches and things
once we’ve done our upper body workouts. I’m sure I’ll be
fine.”
“Well I shall have a few things
to say to Vincenzo when I see him, that’s for sure. But let’s look
after you. Come on into the yoga room and I’ll give you some
stretches myself – that way Mark can carry on with his workout.
Grab your towel and follow me.” With some trepidation he followed
her into the dimly-lit yoga room, where the scent of
recently-extinguished candles lingered along with a trace of
incense. “Sit down here on the mat and let’s see what we can do to
ease those muscles.”
He lowered himself onto the
pastel-blue mat with an involuntary groan and submitted to her
gentle ministrations. She had him lie face down while she bent one
leg at a time and pressed his heel towards his bottom. He felt the
muscles in the front of his thighs pull tight and tried his best
not to whimper. She did several sets of stretches then had him sit
up.
“It would really help if I could
massage the quad muscles – do you mind if I do that for you?”
He was lost for words for a
moment. “A beautiful woman wants to rub my legs? Yes, I think that
would be acceptable,” he managed. “Go right ahead.”
“It’s going to hurt a bit,” she
warned. “Kind of a ‘worse before you get better’ sort of thing.
I’ll just grab some oil.”
Before he could fully appreciate
the situation, she was back, pouring massage oil into her cupped
hand and letting it warm up. She put down the bottle, rubbed her
hands together, and laid them on his thigh. With slow strokes, she
began gently pressing her thumbs into his quadriceps, kneading and
squeezing with her fingers. It was an odd combination of pleasure
and pain, made even more disturbing by the fact that he found her
so attractive.
“I know people who’d pay good
money for this,” he joked, trying to make light of what he felt.
Cathy added a squirt of some heating balm which sent waves of
warmth radiating from her fingers. She didn’t crack a smile at his
comment so he assumed she was offended. “Sorry!” he said. “I was
only joking. Didn’t mean to imply you were any kind of sadistic
dominatrix, obviously.” He tried to sit up. “That doesn’t feel too
bad now.”
“Lie still and let me do this.
It’s for your own good and I promise you’ll feel much better
afterwards.” She pressed harder, getting pressure deep into the
muscle.
He bit on a knuckle and kept
quiet until she finished.
“There, all done. Try standing
up and see how it feels. Take it gently.” After wiping the oil off
her hand she offered to pull him to his feet. “Is that better?”
He stood cautiously, waiting for
painful twinges, but found he could move much more freely. “That’s
amazing! How did you do that?” He flexed his knees experimentally
and sighed with relief. “You’re a miracle worker!”
“Just doing what I know – the
same way you fixed my printer. I’m sure your customers see you in
the same light when you get their computers running.” She gathered
up her equipment. “I’ll have a word with Vincenzo and give him one
of the others to train instead. I’ll take over your training and
write up your workouts to make sure this doesn’t happen again. I’m
not going to risk your health just so you can spy on him for
me.”
Dennis considered her
suggestion. “Actually,” he said thoughtfully, “why don’t you
“What was he thinking, giving you weights like that on your first
time?” She turned to him, blue eyes full of concern. “Dennis, I’m
so sorry. I should have looked after you myself instead of pushing
you towards Vincenzo. Your poor legs must feel terrible.”
“It’s OK, really – it didn’t
feel too bad at the time, I thought I handled the exercises quite
well. It was only this morning that I felt a bit sore.” He almost
crossed his fingers behind his back at the gross understatement.
“Mark’s going to help me tonight with a few stretches and things
once we’ve done our upper body workouts. I’m sure I’ll be
fine.”
“Well I shall have a few things
to say to Vincenzo when I see him, that’s for sure. But let’s look
after you. Come on into the yoga room and I’ll give you some
stretches myself – that way Mark can carry on with his workout.
Grab your towel and follow me.” With some trepidation he followed
her into the dimly-lit yoga room, where the scent of
recently-extinguished candles lingered along with a trace of
incense. “Sit down here on the mat and let’s see what we can do to
ease those muscles.”
He lowered himself onto the
pastel-blue mat with an involuntary groan and submitted to her
gentle ministrations. She had him lie face down while she bent one
leg at a time and pressed his heel towards his bottom. He felt the
muscles in the front of his thighs pull tight and tried his best
not to whimper. She did several sets of stretches then had him sit
up.
“It would really help if I could
massage the quad muscles – do you mind if I do that for you?”
He was lost for words for a
moment. “A beautiful woman wants to rub my legs? Yes, I think that
would be acceptable,” he managed. “Go right ahead.”
“It’s going to hurt a bit,” she
warned. “Kind of a ‘worse before you get better’ sort of thing.
I’ll just grab some oil.”
Before he could fully appreciate
the situation, she was back, pouring massage oil into her cupped
hand and letting it warm up. She put down the bottle, rubbed her
hands together, and laid them on his thigh. With slow strokes, she
began gently pressing her thumbs into his quadriceps, kneading and
squeezing with her fingers. It was an odd combination of pleasure
and pain, made even more disturbing by the fact that he found her
so attractive.
“I know people who’d pay good
money for this,” he joked, trying to make light of what he felt.
Cathy added a squirt of some heating balm which sent waves of
warmth radiating from her fingers. She didn’t crack a smile at his
comment so he assumed she was offended. “Sorry!” he said. “I was
only joking. Didn’t mean to imply you were any kind of sadistic
dominatrix, obviously.” He tried to sit up. “That doesn’t feel too
bad now.”
“Lie still and let me do this.
It’s for your own good and I promise you’ll feel much better
afterwards.” She pressed harder, getting pressure deep into the
muscle.
He bit on a knuckle and kept
quiet until she finished.
“There, all done. Try standing
up and see how it feels. Take it gently.” After wiping the oil off
her hand she offered to pull him to his feet. “Is that better?”
He stood cautiously, waiting for
painful twinges, but found he could move much more freely. “That’s
amazing! How did you do that?” He flexed his knees experimentally
and sighed with relief. “You’re a miracle worker!”
“Just doing what I know – the
same way you fixed my printer. I’m sure your customers see you in
the same light when you get their computers running.” She gathered
up her equipment. “I’ll have a word with Vincenzo and give him one
of the others to train instead. I’ll take over your training and
write up your workouts to make sure this doesn’t happen again. I’m
not going to risk your health just so you can spy on him for
me.”
Dennis considered her
suggestion. “Actually,” he said thoughtfully, “why don’t you
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