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                Go downstairs and have dinner at Xylax to celebrate.
    A smile lit her face as she pushed open the door to Muscles Gymnasium and strode, with purpose to the reception desk.
    “Welcome to Muscles. How can we help you?” the bleached blonde girl asked from behind the desk.
    “I have recently moved into the area and I would like to become a member.” Phoebe responded.
    “Very good.” The blonde reached under the desk and pulled out some papers and a pen. She attached them to a clipboard and handed them over. “Please take a seat and fill these in.”
    Phoebe sat on a sofa opposite the desk and filled in the forms. The gym practically wanted her life story. When they were done, she stood and handed them back over the counter.
    “Thank you. My name is Sandra. If you’ll take a seat again, I’ll put the information into the computer and introduce you to your PT.”
    “PT?”
    “Personal Trainer. You say here you want to lose weight but stay feminine. A PT will be able to work out a program and guide you through until you are confident enough to do it on your own.”
    “Is it extra?” Phoebe was well paid and had saved quite a bit but, with the higher rent and only herself to pay it, she had to be mindful.
    “No. The owners here are very unique, they include it in the membership. Both Linc and Alistair say having access to a PT reduces the chance of injury to their clients. I am going to ask Alistair to deal with you personally.”
    “Why?”
    Sandra blushed. “Umm.”
    “Please tell me. I prefer honesty.”
    “You appear to be quite chubby although that sack you’re wearing hides it well. I assume you haven’t been to a gym before?”
    Phoebe shook her head.
    “You are at a higher risk of injury if you become too enthusiastic. Alistair won’t allow that to happen.”
    “I understand. Thank you, Sandra.”
    Phoebe moved to sit on the sofa and picked up a magazine from a table beside her. She was deep into an article when a man appeared before her.
    “Miss Rogers?” Alistair held out his hand.
    Phoebe stood and placed her hand in his. Her knees threatened to buckle with the powerful jolt that shot through her. “Phoebe,” she said. Her voice shook.
    “Alistair Miller, Alistair to you.” He studied Phoebe closely. “Follow me please.”
    Phoebe couldn’t force her feet to move. Her hand appeared glued to his and her arm jerked as he moved away but she stayed rooted to the spot.
    “Is there a problem?” he asked when he stopped and turned around.
    “N…no. Sorry.” She finally retrieved her hand and followed the gorgeous man with the riveting green eyes. She wanted to run her hands through the mass of wavy black hair, run her tongue over every muscle that was visible through his tight tank top – and those that weren’t, and clutch his tight ass in her hands. The ass that her eyes now zeroed in on as she followed him.
    He pushed his way through a glass door and indicated for her to take a seat. He placed her paperwork on the desk in front of him and took a seat opposite her.
    “Now, Phoebe. Tell me what you want to achieve.”
    She clutched her hands together in her lap hoping to settle the trembling. This was the second time in a few days, a man had sparked this reaction. Why?
    “Phoebe?”
    “S…sorry. What did you ask?”
    Alistair laughed.
    Her soft belly tightened and spasmed. She felt the warmth rush to her pussy. So much for my resolution of, no men!
    “I asked what it is you would like to achieve from our gym. From me.”
    I know exactly what I’d like to achieve with you. Knock it off! “Umm, I would like to lose weight, firm up my flabby bits but keep my curves. I don’t want to be muscular and straight up and down.”
    Alistair’s eyes raked her body. “Do you have shorts under your sack?”
    Phoebe cringed and blushed. “No, I don’t.”
    “Sweetheart, I have no idea what your shape is like under what you are wearing. Is it possible for