The Personal Trainer's Ex-Girlfriend

The Heat

Blake

Soon after I take the kids to their bus stop, I walk to my vehicle as well as unlocking the doors for me to get in. As I drag the seatbelt over me right after I slot in the key to the ignition, my phone rings. I pick it up to see that Charlotte is calling me. I answer the call by swiping my finger and put the phone to my ear. "Hey, Charlotte." I respond.

"Hey, bro. Are you already on the road?" Charlotte queries. "I'm about to. What are you calling for?"

"Gee, that hurts my feelings," Charlotte imitates weeping and sniffling and the both of us laugh.

"I'm calling because mom told me that she'll pick the kids up from the bus stop after school and Kehlani gave her the key to her apartment since the two of you will be working until six in the evening. God forbids Phe-Whora to lash out on the kids, especially Tessa. So, mom and I are thinking of a plan. I'm thinking that mom could drive them to the mall and I take them out on an auntie/niece/nephew date." Charlotte explains.

"Sure, go for it. Be, we can never tell Phedora and they must be home before five." I caution her.

"Pssh! Blake, our mom works from home, so she has enough time to care for her kids and grandchildren." Charlotte reminds, causing me tp guffaw at her statement, which is true our mom can work and look after anybody in our family.

"Okay, I'll speak with you later on and have a good day at work."

"Thanks and you, too. Bye." Charlotte bids adieu.

"Bye," I reply before hanging up and driving up to work. By the time I park my vehicle in the parking lot, I get out of my Chevrolet Silverado subsequent to removing the key in addition to pressing the button to put the doors in lock prior to walking to the entrance of the gym as the gentle breeze of the air conditioning system gusts over me. I check myself in and Mr. Burns notify me that I have five clients; a future bride named Rochelle and her bridesmaids. I walk to the Twelve minute abs room to face five women huddle in a group conversation before their heads turn to my direction as soon as the echo of the door closing shut behind me. They all have their gaze on me while some lick their lips at me. Okay...

"Good morning, ladies. My name is Blake and I'll be your personal trainer for the day. Which one of you is Rochelle?" I query and a petite and chubby African American woman togging up a twist out raises her hand. Moreover, I observe that she has a magenta sash over her torso.

"First of all; I want to say congratulations for your upcoming wedding. When is your big day?" I ask.

"Thank you! And I'm getting married on the sixteenth," Rochelle answers. "This is my matron of honor, Listette and these are my bridesmaids; Lana, Alice, and Janelle." Rochelle introduces and squints her eyes at me as if she's pondering something. "Aren't you Tessa's dad? As in Tessa Davis?"

"Yeah, why did you ask?" I query without being rude.

"I'm her teacher, Ms. Arnolds and I have to tell you; she is such a doll and active! Do you think she would be interested in playing volleyball for the fall season?" Rochelle questions.

"I think so. I haven't been around my daughter for years, but I'll ask her later today." Rochelle gives me this reluctant expression about me not being present in Tessa's life.

"Thank you, Mr. Davis." She plasters a smile and gives me a handshake. I nod and listen to the reason why they are here.

"Our dresses wouldn't fit on us. Rochelle's dress fits her figure, but it's mostly us that need some training. We have been eating and being lazy to work out." Janelle states and I shake my head disapprovingly.

"Every time you don't have enough time to work out by sitting around or laying around; you are beginning to experience your bones and muscles to weaken overtime." I explain and the women nod intriguingly as I assemble the cones that I pick out from the supply closet. Letting them know that it is time for them to warm up, I tell them to be in a comfortable position. Most of them perform their pre-exercise poses that are a part of their exercise regimen. After that, I turn my phone on to play "Good Vibrations" by Marky Mark and the Family Bunch as I instruct them to do sumo squats right after I set my timer for forty five seconds. While the other girls are abiding the requested exercise, I look intently at Janelle bending her knees with her back leaning forward. I walk towards her direction and assist her to squat with her back arching since leaning forward while squatting would cause lower back pain. While I facilitate the position, Janelle's rear-end makes contact with my member. What the hell is she doing?! This is not appropriate behavior!

"Janelle, leave the married man alone!" Lisette scolds just as Janelle turns her head at me. She pales and appears to be white-washed when she notices my wedding band.

"I'll get back to work." She frowns, relieving me when she stops putting the moves on me. Soon after fifteen seconds from resting, I inform to do mountain climbers. "How old are you, personal trainer?" Janelle inquiries. Doesn't she ever stop?

"Less talking and more climbing!" Janelle huffs in defeat and continues to do what she is told along with others while I watch them kicking ass in the workout.

Another forty five seconds have expire and I let the ladies posture themselves in a child pose. "Okay, ladies. These cones that I assembled are for speed and agility. What I will teach the five of you is an exercise you might be familiar with back in elementary school. Here is the demonstration," I instruct by sprinting from the starting cone to the ending cone after five yards. I set the timer and yell, "Go!"

The five of them obey by performing cone sprints from cone to cone. Nodding my head at them achieving the exercise as I begin witnessing some of the ladies having their strands of hair being matted to their glossy foreheads.

"All right, ladies. Nice work," I applaud at their hard work, especially Janelle.

"Now comes step two; strength training." I address just as I walk to the supply closet to get a box of colorful dumbbells that are made of neoprene, handing two of them to each client. "Get Ready for This" by 2 Unlimited begins to play just as I demonstrate myself in a bicep curl and overhead press. I start my timer and tell me to start. We stand in unison with our feet apart at hip-distance, holding each dumbbell in our hands as well as bending our elbows beside the sides prior to straightening our arms to lift the dumbbells into the air for two sets and fifteen reps.

Afterwards, the women draw themselves to the machines that target merely their abs. Out of nowhere; a shrill beeping sound resonates as I shift my eyes along with my head from one side to the other as they travel to the clock at the right corner of the room that signals the end of the session. "All right, ladies! Great workout and be sure to practice the exercises that I taught you today." I speak as I grab a couple of workout plans to each woman.

"So, Mr. Davis, how old are you?" Alice asks.

"I'm twenty three years old." I answer with a grin. The women stare at me with such skepticism. "Unbelievable!" Lana responds while she shakes her head.

"No, s**t!" Janelle curses with ascertain in her voice.

"No offense, but you look like you're twenty nine years old!" Rochelle exclaims and I chuckle, flattering at the ladies' comment about my age.

"Yeah, well; I'm not. I was born on January 27, 1994." I admit.

"Anyways, thank you for teaching us, Mr. Davis." Rochelle changes the subject right after clearing her throat.

"You're welcome and I hope my workout with you works until the big day."

"Bye!" The ladies chime and wave at me while I wave back at them as they depart the room.

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Four hours have passed and I exit the room to get a bottle of water when I am being greeted by this sudden sweltering surrounding in here. With my fingers hooking in the neckline of my shirt, I tug at them to create current air. Not too long, I twist the cap of the water bottle open and place the brim between my lips as the cooling liquid travels from my tongue, chilling down my throat and esophagus. Opening my eyes to Kehlani and Ruth helping out the clients in the thirty minute circuit, my eyes shift from one direction to the other to observe most of the clients in the gym having their faces and chest glistening under the bright lights installed on the ceiling.

I thought I'm the only one, but what about Key and Ruth? I walk to the thirty minute circuit to notice the two of them trying to carry on the exercise while they, along with the clients, are ready to drop any minute. Their shirts are soaked in the front along with Key's curl sticking to her forehead. The bell signals the end of the workout class and the girls hand out towels for the clients just before they either leave or move on to the equipment. "Blake!" Ruth calls just as Key turns her head towards my direction while I see myself drawing near them.

"What's up? Did the air conditioning system stop working, also?" I query and the look on Kehlani's face matches Ruth's; confusion and realization. "It did the same thing to you, too, Blake?" Kehlani queries.

"Unfortunately," I take in a deep breath through my teeth. "We got to inform Mr. Burns."

"Yeah." Kehlani nods while Ruth agrees before we approach to his office with a knock on the door. "Who is it?" Mr. Burns questions behind the door.

"It's Blake, Kehlani, and Ruth," I state and Mr. Burns shout to us to enter his office. The three of us come in his office and Mr. Burns' eyes transform from casual to his right eyebrow  shooting up in confusion. "What happened to you guys?"

"Mr. Burns, the air conditioning system stopped working." I elucidate and almost immediately, Mr. Burns places his fingers on each sides of the bridge of his nose and squeezes his eyes shut.

"s**t," he exhales. "All right, I'm calling the company." He stands up from his chair and ambles to the phone that is installed on the wall while we go to the locker room.

Kehlani

Failing to pull the handle that seems to be locked; my eyes roam at the sign that is taped on the front of the ladies room door. 'The ladies room is unavailable due to HVAC working on the ACS.' I amble my way to the locker room that I will be in with the father of my daughter and my ex-boyfriend. How wonderful, I mentally applaud. Noticing that the t-shirts are folded nicely without a flaw of wrinkles or spots or sweat lying on top of the table against the wall, I pick one up and walk to the nearest locker.

Placing the t-shirt on the bench, I lift the hem of my shirt while my arms rise, pulling my shirt over my head. Once I do that, I brace my purple bralette with my forearms, so I can make my way to get a paper towel.

"Ow! Look at Ruthie showing all of her figures!" I turn my to Ruth slapping Jorge's hands away.

"Oh, shut up! This is no longer high school; this is work!" Ruth retorts Jorge. I snicker and rip a sheet of the paper towel while I walk back to a wall of lockers to wipe the damp wetness between my breasts.

"Damn!" I hear Blake exclaim behind me, causing me to jump and place a hand over my now beating heart while I catch my breath to calm down. My eyebrow arches in confusion at him with his gaze at a standstill on my cleavage just before I continue to wipe under my breasts and armpits, so I can put some deodorant on.

"Oh, no, honey! I didn't mean it like that! I said, 'Damn,' because one of the co-workers just spilled some water on my sneakers." I titter and shake my head at Blake while he is on the phone right after I apply deodorant on my armpits and my cleavage as well as ramming my arms through the purple short-sleeved polo shirt. Just as I'm about to leave the locker room, a hand slaps against my buttock as it creates a sharp and noticeable sting. Quickly turning my head to face him, Blake guffaws and I shake my head with a smirk, not denying that he used to do that when we were an item. I silently mock laughing with him prior to closing the door behind me to the thirty minute circuit.

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It is finally six o'clock in the evening and it is time for me to see my Dimples Bunny, but first; I must shower after working in a hot and humid environment in the gym. Although I've sweat in my undergarments, shirt, and socks; I'll just take a second shower after I help Tessa with her homework. With a towel wrapped around my bodice, I push the purple curtains away just as I enter the shower and push it shut, removing the towel an hook the soft cotton material prior to gripping onto the knob to run cold to cool water. With my mane protected under a shower cap, I let the strong water rain from my face down to my feet as I begin to enjoy the tranquility of the cold water sprinkling my senses awake. This is what I should've done throughout the summer; sluicing with cold water, but I can't stand showering with just cold water. I pick a bar of soap from the shelf and begin rubbing circles on my upper body as the soap lathers into foam around the same time, a pleasant and relaxing aroma of lavender travels through my nose.

Six minutes afterwards, I smell of lavender and feel a sudden, yet unwelcoming breeze hitting my bare flesh. "Oh, s**t!" A recognizable male voice curses, causing me to face him. My eyes broaden at him while his stare dips from head to toe. My eyes roam from his eyes that are full of lust to his bare chest as well as a towel that was wrapped around his waist is now plummeting on the tile floor. Holy crap...