idea who will end up being my first fling after Brian, but he’s a lucky man with a lot of boners in his future.
And I’m ready for him. Beyond ready. I haven’t had sex forever, and even though my sessions with Rio have left me constantly hot and bothered, I can’t get any relief.
Lately I’ve been exaggerating my stretches, lunges and forward bends to show off my new figure during our sessions, but he’s completely tuned me out. The other day I was putting my butt in the air provocatively while stretching my calves, and when I looked over to see if he was sneaking a peek, he was sniffing his armpit.
Rio and I are on the mat working on planks when the gym manager comes over. He knows me well since I’m a regular fixture here, though he started paying a lot more attention to me once I dropped below a size ten.
“Looking good, Ember!” he says. “Hey, I have something to ask you. Can we put a before and after shot of you on the Total Impact website?”
I come up from my plank and wipe my forehead with a gym towel. “Sorry but I’d rather not. I’m kind of shy about having my picture plastered all over the place.”
“Aw, but it’ll be such good motivation for other people!”
And good advertising for the gym at the expense of my dignity. “I don’t want people looking at my fat picture and thinking about how shitty I used to look. And what if I gain the weight back and look shitty again—that would be even more embarrassing.”
“Then don’t gain the weight back,” Rio says.
“You know what I mean,” I say.
Rio shrugs. “I have my picture on the site. What’s the harm?”
“What if someone I know sees it?”
“So?” Rio says. “They’ll think, ‘Wow, there’s December Snowe looking hot as hell.’ What’s wrong with that?”
“I just don’t like to be the center of attention, so I’d rather not have a picture of me made so public. Sorry.”
“It’s not like you’ll be on the home page,” says the manager. “It’s on a little side tab with a hundred other before and after shots.”
“And my name will be listed next to your picture,” Rio chimes in. “So anyone who sees it will know I’m your trainer and can contact me. You’re an example of my best work.”
“Come on Ember,” says the manager. “Help Rio here make a living. The guy has bills to pay.”
“Ugh, fine! But I want a month free at the gym so I get something out of this. I have bills to pay too, you know.”
“Deal,” says the manager. “Rio, make sure you get a before picture of her soon before she changes her mind.”
Chapter 18
Photo Op
I’ve had many fantasies about bringing Rio back to my place. But in none of them did he come over to retrieve one of my old fat pictures so he could post it on a website to get business.
“Come on,” I sigh as I lead Rio into my apartment, making no attempt to hide my annoyance. “I’m not even sure I have a good fat picture. I was always careful to take pictures at flattering angles. If I looked fat in a picture, I’d destroy it immediately.”
“I’m sure you can find something,” Rio says as he sits down on my couch and rests his ankle on his knee. Looking at his large body taking up half my couch cheers me up a little, and I pull out my laptop and sit beside him. I scroll through some poorly organized files of pictures, tilting the laptop so he can see the screen.
I click on a folder, and of course the first picture that pops up is Brian and I at our high school prom.
“Who’s that joker?” Rio asks, and I laugh in spite of myself.
“That’s my ex-husband,” I say. And taking a page from him, I don’t elaborate.
More prom pictures come up. There’s a whole series of Brian and I at an after-party sitting on a ratty couch in someone’s basement drinking beer out of red Solo cups.
“So this guy was your prom date?”
“Yeah, and my ex-husband—I
And I’m ready for him. Beyond ready. I haven’t had sex forever, and even though my sessions with Rio have left me constantly hot and bothered, I can’t get any relief.
Lately I’ve been exaggerating my stretches, lunges and forward bends to show off my new figure during our sessions, but he’s completely tuned me out. The other day I was putting my butt in the air provocatively while stretching my calves, and when I looked over to see if he was sneaking a peek, he was sniffing his armpit.
Rio and I are on the mat working on planks when the gym manager comes over. He knows me well since I’m a regular fixture here, though he started paying a lot more attention to me once I dropped below a size ten.
“Looking good, Ember!” he says. “Hey, I have something to ask you. Can we put a before and after shot of you on the Total Impact website?”
I come up from my plank and wipe my forehead with a gym towel. “Sorry but I’d rather not. I’m kind of shy about having my picture plastered all over the place.”
“Aw, but it’ll be such good motivation for other people!”
And good advertising for the gym at the expense of my dignity. “I don’t want people looking at my fat picture and thinking about how shitty I used to look. And what if I gain the weight back and look shitty again—that would be even more embarrassing.”
“Then don’t gain the weight back,” Rio says.
“You know what I mean,” I say.
Rio shrugs. “I have my picture on the site. What’s the harm?”
“What if someone I know sees it?”
“So?” Rio says. “They’ll think, ‘Wow, there’s December Snowe looking hot as hell.’ What’s wrong with that?”
“I just don’t like to be the center of attention, so I’d rather not have a picture of me made so public. Sorry.”
“It’s not like you’ll be on the home page,” says the manager. “It’s on a little side tab with a hundred other before and after shots.”
“And my name will be listed next to your picture,” Rio chimes in. “So anyone who sees it will know I’m your trainer and can contact me. You’re an example of my best work.”
“Come on Ember,” says the manager. “Help Rio here make a living. The guy has bills to pay.”
“Ugh, fine! But I want a month free at the gym so I get something out of this. I have bills to pay too, you know.”
“Deal,” says the manager. “Rio, make sure you get a before picture of her soon before she changes her mind.”
Chapter 18
Photo Op
I’ve had many fantasies about bringing Rio back to my place. But in none of them did he come over to retrieve one of my old fat pictures so he could post it on a website to get business.
“Come on,” I sigh as I lead Rio into my apartment, making no attempt to hide my annoyance. “I’m not even sure I have a good fat picture. I was always careful to take pictures at flattering angles. If I looked fat in a picture, I’d destroy it immediately.”
“I’m sure you can find something,” Rio says as he sits down on my couch and rests his ankle on his knee. Looking at his large body taking up half my couch cheers me up a little, and I pull out my laptop and sit beside him. I scroll through some poorly organized files of pictures, tilting the laptop so he can see the screen.
I click on a folder, and of course the first picture that pops up is Brian and I at our high school prom.
“Who’s that joker?” Rio asks, and I laugh in spite of myself.
“That’s my ex-husband,” I say. And taking a page from him, I don’t elaborate.
More prom pictures come up. There’s a whole series of Brian and I at an after-party sitting on a ratty couch in someone’s basement drinking beer out of red Solo cups.
“So this guy was your prom date?”
“Yeah, and my ex-husband—I
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