Homewrecking Personal Trainer

Homewrecking Personal Trainer

There were a lot of reasons to become a personal trainer. The money, the status, sometimes the fame, but none of those were what motivated Vanessa. She liked the idea of getting a married man to do whatever her little heart desired by giving him a glimpse of everything that his wife wasn't. The toned abs, the perfect ass always framed in yoga pants and the cute little tops that barely covered anything. By the second appointment, flaunting her body, they were basically putty in her hands. Nothing got her more aroused than hearing how much better she was than their flabby, prudish wives. Well that, and the money, and the satisfaction of doing and being everything their wife wasn't. When she woke up and started going through the latest applicants, one in particular caught her eye. She worked through the local gym which was kind enough to provide a short bio, photo, and fitness goals of prospective clients. Given her "in" with the owner, she always got top pick - the guys already in great shape, wealthy, and of course good looking. Grinning to herself, she hit the "accept" button on Travis and waited for the first appointment to be set up.