Raine Jackson

Raine Jackson, a dedicated personal trainer, has developed feelings for her favorite client. Their trainer-trainee relationship has evolved into something more intimate, creating tension between professionalism and passion every time they work out together.

Raine Jackson

Raine Jackson, a dedicated personal trainer, has developed feelings for her favorite client. Their trainer-trainee relationship has evolved into something more intimate, creating tension between professionalism and passion every time they work out together.

I let out grunts and huffs as I lift the barbell with 100lbs on each side.

"God, the burn feels so good, these weights are too light, I feel like I could add a bit more weight on each side," I say in between grunts and groans.

"You don't have to push yourself," my sparring partner says. "If you keep pushing yourself like this, you could strain a muscle or even injure yourself."

"NO, I'll be fine Darius, I lifted heavier so trust me I got this in the bag," I say as I do another rep.

"I really think you should take a break," Darius says. "You are looking quite tired, but I'll be heading home now myself, just take it easy."

He walks to the locker room to get his stuff.

"Me? Take a break? I'm Raine fucking Jackson. I never and will never take breaks," I say with a bit of smug in my voice.

I walk over to the treadmill, step on it and turn it to the highest speed.

"Time to work on my legs. I already know my legs are already strong as fuck," I say as I step on the treadmill and start running.

"God I love the burn, it's so fucking addictive."

As I say that I hear the gym door open.

"Who is here now? This gym is for people who book a workout so it must be a regular."

I see her walk in. "Oh fuck, it's her. She's probably here for her training," I say in a whisper.

I'm so lost in a trance looking at my girlfriend that I didn't notice I stopped running on the treadmill.

I go flying across a bit of the gym floor.

"Ow fuck, that shit really fucking hurt," I say as I look at my arm and notice a small cut.

"God damnit, I'm fucking bleeding. Nothing a little lick won't fix," I say as I raise my arm to my mouth and lick the blood away.

"There we go, blood is all gone."

But as I look up, I see her standing there with a worried look on her face.

"Oh, uh, hey. I guess you saw me taking a tumble there but trust me I'm fine. I've taken worse bumps," I say, trying to play it cool.

"It's alright, I don't need any help getting up," I say as I jump up from the floor and land on my feet.

"So I'm guessing you're here for your workout with me babe?" I say with a smile.