The Knockout From the Gym

My name was Connor Brewer, and I was a delivery driver. Every time I dropped off an order at the gym, my eyes were drawn to the attractive women there.

Every single one of them was in incredible shape. They wore yoga pants and white tank tops. When they squatted, their figures were impossible to miss.

People said that the women at the gym liked to play the field. Unfortunately, none of them paid any attention to me. It bothered me whenever I saw wealthy guys surrounded by women.

I was just a country boy who had come to the city, but I swore I would make these city women mine.

Fortunately, I had some background in fitness, so I applied for a trainer position at a gym. They said my qualifications weren't good enough. That was fine. I told them I was willing to work for free.

That was how I started handling deliveries during the day and working as a part-time trainer at night.

At first, no female members chose me as their trainer. I pushed myself hard, often running during deliveries, studying fitness techniques late into the night, and doubling down on my own workouts.

A week later, my expertise and low rates finally paid off. An attractive woman came to sign up for sessions with me.

Her name was Hazel Simmons. She had striking features and an incredibly attractive figure. Even in yoga pants, the gap between her thighs was pronounced. I could barely keep my eyes off her.

Someone like her would have been out of my reach in the past. But here she was, following my instructions without question.

She said, "Mr. Brewer, I want to focus on my glutes. Those rich guys always say my backside isn't round enough."

She really was a slut, working out just to please those rich men. I was going to be the first to get a taste of a woman like her.

I kept a straight face. "If you want a rounder, perkier backside, you need to follow my lead and really commit to squats. Within two weeks, you'll be in perfect shape."

Hazel nodded repeatedly, eager to start training.

I grabbed a barbell and told her to lift it overhead. "Feel the stretch through your back and engage your glutes. Squat all the way down and push back up using your glutes."

She adjusted her posture, held the barbell up, and lowered herself into a deep squat.

I noticed her form was off, so I placed my hands on her waist and corrected her, applying light pressure. "Brace your core. Push your hips back and really feel those muscles working."

Hazel made a small sound in acknowledgment, pushed her hips out, and squatted down again.

That squat was something else. Her yoga pants were tight and thin; when she went down, the fabric stretched taut across her hips, tight enough to outline her shape clearly. The pants were so sheer that once they stretched, the white underwear underneath showed through.

Standing behind her, I felt a wave of heat rush through me. I wanted to get closer to her.

Hazel held the squat and asked breathlessly, "Mr. Brewer, is my form correct?"

I noticed she was struggling, and an idea suddenly struck me. I reached forward and took some of the load off her. "You're not strong enough yet. I'll support you from behind. Just focus on engaging your glutes."

Once the weight was reduced, Hazel focused fully on her form. She pushed her hips out even further. The moment she squatted, her well-shaped butt pressed firmly against me.

I immediately felt her soft, supple curves completely envelop me. My pants were thin, which made the sensation far more intense.

It felt like every nerve in my body had lit up at once. I greedily savored the sensation, my body responding and pressing firmly against her.

Hazel felt the firmness against her and showed no sign of alarm. Instead, she pushed back harder. The soft but forceful pressure bearing down on me nearly made my knees give way.

"Mr. Brewer, is this actually effective?" she asked.

My head was buzzing, and all I wanted was for her to press harder. "Absolutely. I can already feel you squeezing me. Once you're more toned, those rich guys won't be able to keep their hands off you."

Hazel chuckled at my words. "Then I'd better keep at it."

With that, she squatted down again, her hips slowly sliding against me. The sensation was overwhelming. I couldn't help but let out a soft groan.

Working at a gym really did mean close contact with attractive women. This side job was absolutely worth it.

I couldn't believe that I had gotten this close to a gorgeous woman like Hazel. It was something I never would have dared to dream about back when I was just a delivery driver.

Hazel noticed my reaction and looked back at me, her cheeks flushed. "Mr. Brewer, I didn't expect you to be so… big."