#samplesunday: favorite client

Welp, allegedly I have a new novella coming sometime this month, so I suppose a sample would be nice, eh? LMAO! Meet Tyson (a personal trainer) and Troian (his favorite client and current obsession). [insert all of the normal disclaimers of this not being the final product, unedited so there may be errors, etc. here] Enjoy!

“There’s an open bar, food on the back wall, and T will be here soon,” Raya called over her shoulder to me as she rushed up to a gathering of three other women near the back of the room.

[***]

I didn’t have long to wait as the door opened and a tall, willowy woman with bright teal hair walked through the door followed in quick succession by Troian and…goddamn. I’d thought she was fine fresh out of the office and soon after a workout, but I was not prepared for “night out on the town with her friends” Troian. She was downright dangerous in the body-hugging dress that hit her mid-thigh and sky high stilettos she wore. I felt like a damned middle schooler, with the way my body just involuntarily responded to her nearness. I had to will my dick to behave as she made her way around the room, greeting everyone who’d gathered. When she reached the group with Raya in it, I saw Raya pointing in my direction as she whispered something in Troian’s ear. Whatever it was made her face light up with humor as she threw her head back in a loud laugh before shoving Raya away from her.

Her greetings to the rest of the folks in the room were briefer than her initial contacts and soon she was standing right in front of me.

“You made it,” Troian remarked with a shy grin.

“Of course, I’m a man of my word,” I replied, reaching into my back pocket to retrieve the small gift box I had for her, “Congratulations, again.”

“You didn’t have to…” she trailed off, her eyes ballooning as she took in the name engraved on the box, “You know what…actually, I’m just gonna be gracious and say thank you because anything Louis Vuitton is way more than you needed to get me.”

“Nothing but the best for my favorite client,” I vocalized smoothly, bringing forth a quick grin to Troian’s face.

“Oh, I’m your favorite, huh?” she quipped, tucking my gift into the clutch she grasped. Moving closer to me, she sniffed at the remnants of the drink I had in my glass, “What you been over here drinking to make you tell that tall tale? No way am I your favorite with the way you torture me!”

I laughed along with her, insisting, “It’s not torture, Troi. It’s me knowing you can do it and pushing your limits.”

A quick look of something I couldn’t quite discern flashed in her eyes before she excused herself to greet the remainder of the folks in the room that she hadn’t personally spoken with.

Before walking completely away from me, she said, “I want you to meet my friend, Jay. He’s looking to break into personal training, and I think you could give him some good insight.”

“Wooooow, so now we get to why you really invited me here,” I joked and Troian aimed a playful punch to my arm.

“Shut up! I invited you here because I wanted you here,” Troian replied, her eyes low and her lower lip pulled between her teeth. “I’ll be right back with Jay though, okay? So don’t get lost.”

Shaking my head, I laughed at her once again, trying to figure out what seemed different about her. At the gym we always had our little back and forth banter, but something about her tonight seemed unlike our normal dynamic. Perhaps it was the two of us being somewhere beyond the gym. I couldn’t quite put a finger of what had shifted though it was definitely noticeable. Before Troi made her way back to me, the volume of the music being piped in from the main space decreased and Raya – flanked by five other women – tapped a mic to get everyone’s attention.

[***]

Troian made her way up to where her girlfriends were gathered amid cheering and clapping from everyone in attendance. When she reached for the mic that Raya held, Raya shook her head.

“Not yet chica, I got one last thing to say to you and I want you to listen to me when I say these words. You’re brilliant and talented and I am proud to call you my sister. There is nothing in this world that you want that you can’t get, you hear me? Nothing. Love you, T,” Raya finished before pulling Troian into a tight hug and whispering some other things that the rest of us weren’t privy to directly into her ear.

[***]

All the women near her pulled her into a massive group hug as a dude approached me.

“Tyson?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

“Jayveon,” he said, extending a hand for a shake, “TT said she was gonna introduce us, but I got a little anxious. Since yours was the only face I didn’t recognize I figured I’d do the honors myself.”

“Nice to meet you, man. Troi briefly mentioned that she’d wanted us to speak—said you were looking to get into training.”

That was all he needed to launch into his long-winded explanation of how he’d come to looking at fitness and training as a viable career option and now was looking for a mentor of sorts of shepherd him through the process of getting certified, working in a gym, and eventually opening his own gym in the future. I loved what I did so it didn’t take long for me to get caught up in the conversation, offering to step in and help Jay along in his process. Kenny and I had been talking about expanding and hiring more trainers, so this meeting was lowkey right on time for the both of us. We’d been rapping for about twenty minutes when Troi walked up saying, “Oh good, y’all met, so I don’t have to do all of that.”

Jay laughed at her statement, remarking, “Please don’t tell me your lightweight ass is drinking tonight.”

“Blame your sister and her insistence that we do shots,” Troi said with a little giggle.

“They know damn well you shouldn’t be doing shots of anything but water,” Jay said as Troian rolled her eyes at him.

“Anyway, if you’re done monopolizing Tyse’s time…” she said, working her way between us, wrapping an arm around my waist in a move that surprised me. “I’d like to spend some time with my friend.”

Recognized he’d been dismissed, Jay dapped me up before promising to holler at me on Monday via text since we’d also exchanged contact information.

“Ooh, this is my song. Come dance with me!” Troian said suddenly, clasping my hand into hers and dragging me into the middle of the space with no room for me to decline if I wasn’t into the idea.

I didn’t recognize the shit playing through the speakers, but to be fair if the music wasn’t hip-hop made prior to twenty oh six, the chances of me recognizing it was slim to none. The lil beat was smooth though so I kept it simple with a slick two-step as Troian moved with her hands in the air, hips winding, ass grinding against my groin as she sang the lyrics at the top of her lungs along with every other woman who had started dancing and singing along shortly after Troi had turned up. We kept that up for a few more songs, Troian’s moves becoming more and more risky as each song transitioned, her girls cheering her on from the sidelines as she lost herself to the music.

Each sway of those luscious thighs and that fat ass that was just barely covered by the itty-bitty dress she wore sent me closer and closer to the brink as I tried putting a little bit of space between us so that she wouldn’t feel the evidence of what being this close to her was doing to me. I hadn’t felt this out of control of my own shit since I was a damned shorty; employing tactics I hadn’t resulted to in about twenty years so I wouldn’t be sporting a fuckin’ woody for the world to see. I leaned down to speak into her ear, about to beg off for a quick drink break so I could pull myself together. A move I quickly regretted as that brought my dick flush against the pillowy softness of her ass, the already painfully hard muscle growing even tighter at that quick brush. Tossing a naughty smirk at me over her shoulder, Troi grabbed my hands, lacing them across the slight pooch of her tummy as her hips wound, inviting me to catch her rhythm and grind.

I gave up trying to resist, allowing myself this brief moment of indulgence—knowing that the softness of her skin combined with the floral sweetness of the fragrance she wore would be forever embedded in my spank bank for later reference. We weren’t trainer and client right now, just a man and woman engaging in a powerful exchange of sensual energy fueled by the music of the moment. Turning in my arms, Troi looped her arms around my neck, pulling my head down so she could speak into my ear.

“Has all of my hard work so far paid off?” she asked in a breathy sort of whisper as she moved in closer to me; the answer to that question hard and heavy against her thigh.

“Troi, I don’t think…” I started, but she cut me off with a fleeting press of her mouth against mine.

“Don’t think; just act,” she implored me before turning back around, an arm carelessly flung into the air to bring my head down to nuzzle her neck.