It was a Tuesday afternoon around 4 p.m. The gym was supposed to be quiet that time of day, just a few regulars on the cardio machines and the occasional clank of weights.
I paid extra for the VIP slot private session, no one else allowed in the main training area. Kieran had texted me earlier: “VIP room. 4 sharp. Wear the black set. No panties.”
I showed up in the tiny black sports bra that barely held my t**s and matching high-waisted shorts that hugged my ass like a second skin.
No underwear, just like he said. My p***y was already tingling from the anticipation, a low throb that had started the second I read his message.
He was waiting inside the private room dim lights, big mirrors on three walls, padded floor, a bench, a squat rack, pull-up bar, and a few free weights scattered
