It all began on a Saturday. The afternoon sun was blazing down on the city of San Romeo as the people were going about their daily business. George was standing outside of the Get Fit Quick gym waiting in his air-conditioned car for the clock to strike 13:00. He was a young 21-year-old man, quite good looking, with bright hazel eyes and dark brown hair, a light stubble growing on his light toned face. This was going to be his first time in the gym, he was nervous but excited at the same time; decked out in black t-shirt and track trousers he examined the sheet of paper laid out on the steering wheel of the pleasantly cool car. It was a receipt for the personal trainer which he had hired when he decided to cut some weight off of himself. The sheet noted that his trainer will be someone named “Jeremy” and to meet him in Private Room 6 at 13:00.
According to reviews, Jeremy was flawless. The most common words which were used to describe him were “Motivational”, “Encouraging” and weirdly “Attractive”. To George this was a perfect fit for him, needing someone who would push him to his limits and make sure he didn’t quit on this like he had done everything else. The clock on his phone hit 12:55, taking a deep breath George exited the car and approached the large glass doors, around the lobby there where a variety of people of all ages, genders and races. For a newcomer like George it was very intimidating, seeing so many people who knew what they were doing casually moving directly to where they wanted to go. Standing there looking nervous he looked down at the paper he clutched firmly in his left hand to remind himself where he was meant to go. Finally, he found the way to Private Room 6. The door looked similar to most of the building’s architecture, faded glass to give the people indoors privacy. Around eye height the words PRIVATE ROOM 6 was imprinted in black lettering. Taking a deep breath George knocked on the door and slowly opened it, surveying the large room.
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PT 2
At first George was overwhelmed at the sight, a bright shining oak wood flooring coated the large space, housing a variety of workout machines and apparatus. The wall closest to George was replaced with one mirror, reflecting the rest of the room. Quickly he spied a figure close to the other end of the room. Instantly George knew he was in the wrong place, instead of a man whom he expected, a short woman replaced him. wearing a tight bright pink and grey sports bra and shorts. Once she heard the door open, she turned in his direction and beamed a cute smile. Even from across the room he could see how attractive she was, in every sense of the word. Not only was she perfectly tanned, her smile glowed, quickly making him relax to her presence. She started to approach him, her curvy hourglass figure coming more into view, thighs thick, her breasts pressed together in a captivating cleavage. “Hi there.” She said in a smooth Australian accent “Are you George?” She asked, her smile never fading as she spoke. George paused for a moment, still trying to find out whether he was in the wrong place. “Yeah…Hi, I think I might be in the wrong room…I thought I was meeting Jeremy?” The curvy woman rolled her eyes and groaned, brushing her dark blonde hair back behind her ears “Again? Seriously…” She took the paper from Georges hand swiftly and turned around pacing back to where she was when he came in. Instantly George locked onto her behind, much like the rest of her it was big and would make any man turn and look. “This isn’t a problem. I’m sorry George but the website which you hired me from keeps registering me as a man called Jeremy. The agency can’t understand my accent. I’m actually Gemma.” she smiled as she tossed the paper aside, motioning him indoors.