Seducing My Gym Client

It was a Thursday afternoon, the gym quiet except for the rhythmic hum of machines and the occasional clank of weights. I adjusted my baseball cap, wiping sweat from my brow as I glanced around the empty space. One client left early, another canceled—typical midweek slump—and for a moment, I considered calling it a day. Then she walked in.

Alexis. Always punctual, always sharp. Her dark hair tied back in a sleek ponytail, her fitted workout gear hugging curves that made even the most disciplined trainers glance twice. She didn’t need to try hard to look good; it came naturally. Today, though, there was something different about her. A confidence, maybe. Or was it just my imagination?

“Hey,” she greeted, her voice smooth like honey, as she approached the bench where I was organizing dumbbells. “Long time no see.”

I smirked, [leaning on the rack.](https://www.redquill.net/story/b0qxuc-seducing-my-gym-client?utm_source=reddit&utm_id=breakingcanon) “Not long enough if you ask me. How’ve you been?”

Her lips curled into a playful smile. “Busy. Too busy to hit the gym like I should. But I figured I’d make up for lost time today. What do you say we push some boundaries?”

My pulse quickened, though I kept my expression calm. Boundaries. That word had always been a tease between us. Every session, every casual touch during an exercise, every lingering glance when our hands brushed—it all added up. We both knew the tension was there, simmering under the surface. But neither of us had ever crossed that line. Not yet.

“Pushing boundaries, huh?” I replied, crossing my arms. “Careful, Lex. I might take that as a challenge.”

She laughed, a low, sultry sound that sent a shiver down my spine. “Oh, I hope you do.”

The words hung in the air, unspoken implications sparking a fire in my gut. I couldn’t tell if she was flirting or just messing with me, but either way, I wasn’t about to let this opportunity slip by. Not today.

“All right,” I said, grabbing a pair of weighted gloves from the counter. “Let’s start with some squats. You up for it?”

She arched an eyebrow, hands on her hips. “Am I up for it? Is that a trick question?”

I chuckled, shaking my head. “You never back down, do you?”

“Never,” she shot back, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Lead the way, trainer.”

We moved to the squat rack, the heavy scent of sweat and strength filling the air. I positioned her feet shoulder-width apart, demonstrating how to grip the barbell before adjusting it to her height. As I guided her through the stance, my fingers grazed the bare skin of her lower back, sending a jolt of electricity through me. She didn’t pull away. Instead, she tilted her head slightly, letting her hair fall over one shoulder, her eyes locked on mine.

“Relax your shoulders,” I instructed, my voice steady despite the storm brewing within me. “Don’t lock them. You want a smooth movement, not a stiff one.”

She nodded, her gaze never wavering. “Got it. So, smooth and controlled. Like everything else in life, right?”

There it was again—her subtle flirtation, laced with double meanings. I cleared my throat, trying to focus on the task at hand. “Exactly. Now, slowly lower yourself, like you’re sitting back into a chair. And don’t forget to breathe.”

As she bent her knees, I stood behind her, keeping my hands hovering near her hips to assist if needed. The way her body moved, fluid and deliberate, was mesmerizing. Every curve, every dip, felt like it was designed to drive me insane. When she rose back up, her chest rising and falling with each breath, I found myself wondering what it would feel like to have her pressed against me, her body yielding to mine.

“Good,” I praised, forcing myself to step back. “Now, one more. Make it count.”

She obeyed, lowering herself with precision. This time, however, as she rose, she swayed slightly toward me, her back brushing against my chest. The contact was brief, but its impact lingered, sending a wave of heat through my veins.

“Impressive,” I murmured, my voice rougher than intended. “You’ve got great form.”

She turned halfway, her lips curling into a sly smile. “Thanks. Though I think I could use a little more guidance. You know, for… improvement.”

Her words were deliberate, her tone dripping with suggestion. I swallowed hard, my mind racing with possibilities. Was she testing me? Provoking me? Or was she simply unleashing what had been building between us for weeks? Whatever the case, I wasn’t about to let her walk away without finding out.

“Guidance, huh?” I repeated, stepping closer until only a few inches separated us. “What kind of guidance are we talking about here?”

Her breathing hitched, her eyes flickering between mine. For a moment, she said nothing, the intensity of the moment hanging thick in the air. Then, almost imperceptibly, she leaned forward, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispered, “I think you already know.”

My heart pounded in my chest, adrenaline surging through my body. This was it—the line we’d danced around for so long. And now she was inviting me to cross it. Without thinking, I grabbed her waist, pulling her flush against me. Her curves molded to my frame, her warmth seeping into my skin.

“Are you sure about this?” I asked, my voice low and gravelly. “Because once we start, there’s no turning back.”

Her hands slid up my arms, her thumbs tracing the contours of my biceps. “Who says I want to turn back?” she breathed, her lips hovering mere centimeters from mine.

I didn’t wait for another invitation. Wrapping one arm around her waist, I tightened my hold, bringing her even closer. Her mouth met mine in a kiss that was anything but chaste—hungry, desperate, fueled by weeks of pent-up desire. Her tongue darted against mine, and I groaned into her mouth, deepening the kiss as my other hand tangled in her hair, holding her steady.

When we finally pulled away, breathless and dazed, Alexis looked up at me with a mixture of satisfaction and hunger. “You were saying something about guidance?” she teased, her voice hoarse.

I grinned, feeling wild and reckless. “Oh, I’ll guide you, alright. But first…” My hands slid down to cup her ass, squeezing firmly. “Where do you want to do this? Here? Or somewhere more private?”

Her eyes darkened, and she bit her lip. “Surprise me.”

I leaned back against the wall, catching my breath as Alexis stretched her arms above her head, her workout tank riding up just enough to tease a sliver of toned stomach. Her eyes met mine, and there was that playful glint again—the one that made me think she had something wicked on her mind.

“Alright,” she said, stepping closer, her sneakers squeaking softly against the gym floor. “I’ve been thinking… how about a little challenge?”

My brow arched. “A challenge?”

She nodded, her dark ponytail swaying behind her. “Push-ups. Me versus you. Winner gets… bragging rights.” She smirked, but there was something in her tone that suggested there was more to it than that.

“And if you win?” I asked, already intrigued.

Her smirk turned into a full-blown grin. “If I win, then you have to do whatever I say for the rest of the session. No questions asked.”

I chuckled, crossing my arms over my chest. “And if I win?”

Her gaze raked over me, slow and deliberate, and I could feel the heat in her eyes like a physical touch. “Then I’ll do whatever \*you\* say.”

My heart skipped a beat. There was no way this was going to be an innocent push-up contest. Not with the way her voice dropped, not with the way her lips curved into that sly smile. I couldn’t help but imagine the possibilities, the ways she could tease me, the things she might ask for. And if I won? Well, I already had a few ideas of my own.

“Deal,” I said, holding out my hand. She shook it, her grip firm, her fingers brushing against mine in a way that sent a shiver down my spine.

We moved to a clear spot on the mat, and I got into position, hands planted firmly on the ground, body straight as a board. Alexis mirrored me, her arms trembling slightly as she held herself up. Her form was good, but I could tell she was pushing herself. Good. I wanted her to give it everything she had.

“Ready?” I asked, glancing over my shoulder at her.

She nodded, her eyes locking onto mine. “Go.”

We started, our bodies moving in unison, rising and falling with controlled precision. The sound of our breathing filled the air, mingling with the faint echo of weights clanging in the distance. I kept pace with her, watching her carefully, waiting for any sign of weakness. But Alexis wasn’t slowing down. If anything, she was gaining speed, her movements becoming smoother, more fluid.

By the time we hit twenty, I was starting to feel the burn in my arms and chest. My muscles ached, but I pushed through it, determined not to let her beat me. I glanced at her again, and her face was flushed, her lips parted as she panted softly. There was a determination in her eyes that matched my own, and I knew she wasn’t giving up anytime soon.

As we neared the thirtieth push-up, I could feel the sweat dripping down my forehead, soaking into the collar of my shirt. My arms were screaming for relief, but I gritted my teeth and kept going. Alexis was right beside me, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. She was close to her limit, I could tell, but she wasn’t backing down.

Finally, at the forty-second push-up, she faltered. Her arms gave out, and she collapsed onto the mat with a soft groan, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. I didn’t stop, though. I kept going, pushing myself to fifty, sixty, seventy. By the time I finally stopped, my arms felt like jelly, and I was soaked in sweat.

I rolled onto my back, staring up at the ceiling as I tried to catch my breath. Alexis lay beside me, her chest rising and falling in rhythm with mine. For a moment, all I could hear was the sound of our breathing, the occasional beep of the cardio machines in the background.

Then she spoke, her voice soft but laced with mischief. “Well, looks like you won.”

I turned my head to look at her, and she was smiling, her dark eyes sparkling with something that made my heart race. “So, what did you have in mind?” she asked, her tone casual, but there was a hint of anticipation in her voice that didn’t go unnoticed.

I sat up, wiping the sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand. “Oh, I think you know exactly what I have in mind,” I said, my voice low and rough.

Her smile widened, and she sat up too, mirroring my movements. “Do I now?”

I reached out, taking her chin in my hand and tilting her face up to meet mine. “You’ve been teasing me all week, Alexis. Flirting, playing games, driving me crazy with those little smiles and those come-hither looks. You knew exactly what you were doing, didn’t you?”

Her cheeks flushed, but she didn’t deny it. Instead, she leaned into my touch, her lips curving into a satisfied grin. “Maybe I did.”

“Well, now it’s my turn,” I said, my voice dropping to a near whisper. “You want to play games? Fine. But this time, you’re the one who’s going to lose.”

Her breath caught, and I could see the flicker of excitement in her eyes. She licked her lips, her tongue darting out to moisten them in a way that made my pulse quicken. “Are you sure about that?”

I didn’t answer with words. Instead, I closed the distance between us, pressing my lips to hers in a kiss that was hot and demanding. She responded immediately, her mouth opening under mine as her hands came up to tangle in my hair. The taste of her, the feel of her lips against mine, was intoxicating, and I couldn’t get enough.

When we finally broke apart, both of us were breathing hard, our hearts racing. Alexis looked up at me, her eyes dark with desire, and I could see the question in them. The question that begged to be answered.

“Show me,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Show me what you have in mind.”

I hesitated for only a moment before scooping her up into my arms, carrying her toward the locker room. Her arms looped around my neck, and her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer. “What about the cameras?” she teased, her voice light but her body tense with anticipation.

“Screw the cameras,” I growled, kicking open the door to the men’s locker room. It was empty, thankfully, and I strode to the back where the showers were located. The tile was cool beneath my feet, but the heat between us was scorching.

I set her down gently on the bench, her back resting against the cool metal. Her legs spread wide as she leaned back, her hands gripping the edges of the bench as she watched me with a mixture of lust and curiosity. “You’re really going for it, huh?”

“This is no game anymore, Alexis,” I told her, kneeling in front of her and sliding my hands up her thighs. Her workout shorts were damp from sweat, clinging to her skin in a way that drove me wild. “You challenged me, and I intend to make you regret it.”

Her eyes fluttered shut as my fingers danced across the edge of her shorts, teasingly close to the center of her heat. When they snapped open again, they were filled with a fiery determination that matched my own. “I don’t regret anything,” she shot back, her voice steady despite the quiver in her lower lip.

“Good,” I murmured, my fingers slipping beneath the material of her shorts to brush against the silky fabric of her panties. She gasped, her hips bucking forward as my thumb found its target—a small bundle of nerves that made her entire body tremble. “Because neither do I.”

Her hands flew to my shoulders, gripping me tightly as I continued to tease her with slow, deliberate strokes. Her breathing grew ragged, and her nails dug into my skin, leaving crescent-shaped marks that I knew would bruise. But I didn’t care. All I cared about was the way her body writhed beneath my touch, the way her moans grew louder with each passing second.

“Please,” she begged, her voice breaking. “Please, I need—”

“What do you need, Alexis?” I asked, my voice low and commanding as I pulled her shorts and panties down to her knees, revealing her completely to me. Her pussy was wet, glistening with her arousal, and my cock twitched in my shorts at the sight.

She bit her lip, her eyes pleading with me. “I need you. Please, I need you inside me.”

That was all the invitation I needed. I stood, shucking my shorts and boxers in one swift motion, freeing my aching erection. Alexis’s eyes widened as she took in the sight of my hard length, and a thrill ran through me at the realization that she wanted this as much as I did.

Without hesitation, I positioned myself between her legs, my tip pressing against her entrance. She whimpered, arching her hips up to meet me, and I slid in slowly, inch by agonizing inch. The tightness of her walls around me was almost unbearable, and I had to grit my teeth to keep from slamming into her immediately.

“Fuck, Alexis,” I groaned, my voice strained as I fought to maintain control. “You’re so fucking tight.”

She gasped, her hands digging into my arms as I began to move, thrusting in and out of her with slow, deliberate strokes. Each movement brought a new wave of pleasure, and soon she was moaning, her head thrown back as she surrendered to the sensation.

“Harder,” she demanded, her voice cracking. “Please, harder!”

I obliged, picking up the pace until we were both breathless, our bodies locked together in a desperate rhythm. Her cries grew louder, echoing off the tiled walls, and I could feel her inner walls beginning to clamp down on me, signaling her impending orgasm.

“Come for me, Alexis,” I growled, burying my face in the crook of her neck as I quickened my pace. “Let me feel you come apart around me.”

Her response was immediate. Her body tensed, her nails digging deeper into my skin as her orgasm ripped through her, leaving her trembling and gasping for air. I followed shortly after, my release washing over me as I emptied myself deep inside her, filling her completely.

We stayed like that for several long moments, our bodies still joined, our breaths mingling as we tried to catch our bearings. Finally, I pulled out of her, collapsing onto the bench beside her as I struggled to regain my composure.

Alexis turned to me, her eyes shining with satisfaction. “Well,” she said, her voice soft but triumphant. “Looks like I lost the contest. But I’d say I won something even better.”