Living in Miami in her thirties, Lyla made great money as an established fitness trainer. Working with professionals who held lucrative positions, Lyla had a long list of getting people into shape. Lyla herself was quite the looker with nicely trimmed abs but her overall appearance was arousing to the eye. Having brown hair, nicely trimmed abs, and the same exact face as Jilian Michaels there was only one thing that separated Lyla from the celebrity, the fact that she was five-foot-ten.
One of Lyla's main clients was a man in his thirties named Charles. Charles was a drinker who ate unhealthily and resembled a younger Ron Jeremy. The dark hair, tanned skin, and swarthy appearance had Charles being mixed up for all sorts of races and no one could tell. Charles was not obese by any means but he was slightly overweight and had a good layer of fat around his waist. While Charles looked decent with a shirt on, he was ways away from the beach body.
Unfortunately for Lyla, when she took a client on, she had to show to her company that she helped them improve or else it would look bad on her portfolio. Lyla couldn't quit with the client as she signed a contract to work with them until they showed results or she would lose her reputation as being the best in the area fast. Charles was being extremely difficult to work with, often eating unhealthy, drinking, and just having the usual four day workout plan.
On a hot and humid Saturday afternoon, Lyla went to the house Charles lived in which was a nice two-story place with a pool. Charles made great money in his twenties and was now a wealthy business owner. Despite his appearance, Charles had no issues attracting women and lived a hedonistic lifestyle. Lyla often went to the house Charles was at and noticed how he would often try to get intimate with her. The fitness trainer wore a white tanktop that went well with her tan and tight black workout trunks, had her hair in a ponytail, and rang the doorbell but after a minute, there was no response.
"You have got to be fucking with me right now," said Lyla, ringing the door bell again.
"Come out now Charles!" shouted an angry Lyla a minute later.
After a few more seconds, Charles opened the door in his pajamas and t-shirt, he stood at around the same height as Lyla. After seeing an unkempt Charles who looked tired, Lyla rolled her eyes and took a deep breath from the frustration of it all. An angry Lyla walked into her client's home and as soon as the gate shut, told him what she thought.
"So what's your deal? I mean we have been doing this shit for four months now and I haven't seen a change. You don't give two fucks, throw money away, and this is making me look bad!" shouted Lyla.
"Whoa calm down now, I mean its a mistake, I'll fix it," said Charles.
"You'll fix what? You said that for the past few months, I haven't seen shit change!" shouted Lyla.
"I mean my life is full of a lot going on," said Charles.
"A lot of what? You're going to chew on that fucking cake, drink like a fucking college kid, and stay fat so a lot of what Charles? Huh?" said Lyla.
"Wow you had a rough day so far," said Charles, smiling.
"Because of you, you're so tough to work with, I mean where are we going with this?" said Lyla.
"Well we can start a workout right now," said Charles.
"And then what? Have you chew on junk food and get drunk later," said an angry Lyla, after a short pause the two looked at each other.
"Let's go, get the workout in, I've had enough of this shit quite frankly," said Lyla, angered.
Lyla walked over to a big room in Charles house which was the size of a yoga studio and started the usual workout. Charles put his arm around Lyla's waist only to have it smacked away as the feisty Lyla stared him down, the two later continued to the room. Lyla was used to Charles making sleazy attempts at her and was almost always on guard. After the short walk, the two arrived in the room to start their workout. The push ups happened, then some pull ups at a nearby pull up bar, air squats, and then it was time for crunches. As Charles laid down, Lyla grabbed his feet but notice a massive bulge in his pants. The two made eye contact as Lyla took a deep breath, her serious look turning into a slight smile.
"You want me to take care of this?" asked Charles.
"Don't you usually have a lady friend for this sort of stuff?" asked Lyla.
"They are not here at the moment," replied Charles, laughing.
"So you bust some nuts in women and make good money, why do you even need this shit?" asked Lyla, smiling as she looked at Charles.
"I just want to look good," said Charles.
"I don't think you do, to be honest," replied Lyla.
"I mean, I live a loose lifestyle, can't help it, coach," replied Charles.
Lyla and Charles started at each other, the bulge still going strong in the man's pants. As Lyla glanced at it, she noticed how long and thick the penis was, something she was not used to. For some reason, Lyla was aroused after being angry and the workout was fueling her sex drive. As the perfect storm came together for the situation, Lyla immediately got a genius idea. Stripping out of her fitness gear and into her black bra and panties, Lyla stood over Charles whose eyes opened wide.
"Wait what the," said Charles.
"Quiet and listen up!" said Lyla.
"Okay," replied Charles.
"So big change of workout plans from now on sleazy, I am going to strip down to this and you will strip down nude. I will run around this studio and you will have to catch me. When you catch me, I will try to push you off and keep you off of me. You have to try to wrestle and control me, strip me down nude, and then you can do whatever you want with me," said Lyla.
"You're joking right?" asked Charles, looking up at the sexy figure.
"I don't have time for jokes with you, either do this or we're done," said Lyla.
"Okay fine," replied Charles, standing up with a strong smile on his face and getting nude.
"Wha," replied Lyla, looking at the large and thick penis swinging around in-between her client's legs.
"Whew! Alright, as soon as I clap, you will chase," said Lyla, still staring at the large penis.
Within seconds, Lyla clapped and the chase was on. Lyla was extremely quick and agile while Charles was blindly running around trying to chase her. After a couple minutes of running around, Charles finally cornered Lyla and got a hold of her only to see her quickly slip away. Sweat was starting to come from Charles while Lyla was hardly that tired. Despite being sweaty, Charles chased after the sexy woman who was able to make quick turns to keep away from him.
"Never seen you work this hard," said Lyla, as she moved around.
After a lot of running around, Charles found patterns in the way Lyla moved and managed to corner her a few times. Charles managed to grab on to Lyla only to have her overpower him and push him away. After ten minutes, Charles was covered in sweat and Lyla was starting to get sweaty as well. Despite being covered in sweat, Charles kept fighting while Lyla was starting to get fatigued herself, surprised at how long her client could go for.
On the fourth attempt, Charles cornered Lyla and grabbed both of her legs. To Lyla's surprise, the grip was extremely powerful and managed to get her down on the ground. The aroused Charles grabbed Lyla's bra and held on to it as Lyla moved around, trying to get the man off of her. After some work, Charles managed to strip Lyla's bra off and was now working on getting her panties off. All the while, Lyla felt the warmth of Charles's cock against her body and stretched herself out from the pleasure.
Ceasing on the opportunity, Charles immediately grabbed a hold of Lyla's panties and pulled them down to where they were below her knees. The situation was tricky for Lyla who would struggle to get up due to where her panties were at. Charles was now on top of Lyla with his arms around her body, sucking on her nipples and kissing them as Lyla laid back trying to figure out a way to escape. The aroused Charles kissed the sexy woman over her cheeks and neck as she took in deep breaths from the adrenaline and arousal consuming her.