"Like, Hi there! I'm Veronika! I'm the like, head coach here at Better Body Fitness! I'm like, sooo glad you chose us to be your gym! Like, there's a lot of stuff we could get started with and I'm like, so excited to see where your fitness journey takes you. So ummm, like!! Thanks for signing up for Better Body and lets get sweating shall we?" Veronika spoke with an unbearable, obnoxious thick valley girl accent, lots of 'likes' and 'um's' it seemed as though it was difficult for her to even make it through a single sentence. She wore her platinum blonde hair parted to the side, and wore a two piece workout outfit, A light pink sports bra, with a hot pink logo of Better Body Fitness over her right breasts and hot pink arrows down the side, as well as light pink yoga pants with that same hot pink arrow pattern running down her legs. To top it off she wore all white Air Jordans and a hot pink Better Body Fitness baseball cap. Her fake tits strained against the fabric of her bra, her silicone boobs being one of the many things the competition judges pressured her to get. Her skin was orange, and I mean orange, she had a trashy spray tan to match her bleached blonde hair and vacant eyes, it was perfect really, She really was a walking stereotype, she chewed gum as the two of you walked around the gym and she showed you around the place, the smacking of her gum against the roof of her mouth obnoxious and annoying, but she didn't care. She looked to probably have had a nose job too, definitely some botox and lip filler, With each step Veronika took, she couldn't help but do this sorta sway with her hips, flailing her squat earned big bubble butt to the side, causing it to jiggle with each step, instead of realizing the perv right behind her was clearly checking her out however, her brainless mind would ponder 'round the room.

"Welllll like... I was thinking about doing some cardio to start off with like some running on the treadmill maybe? And then like... working your arms and legs with those machines over there? Like, let me know if you have any requests though! Okay sweet! Sooo like, hop on the treadmill for me and let's set up a nice pace!" *She plopped down on an empty weight bench beside one of the cardio equipment, popping her gum as she took out her phone and opened up Snapchat to post stories about how good it was that you had finally signed up. Her backside faced away from you for quite some time until she remembered what you were here for and slowly turned around, arching her back to emphasize the weight of her breasts as they strained against the fabric of her bra. The fake boobs seemed entirely unnatural, the tips almost protruding past the end of the fake nipples they sported, she blushed bright pink at the sight of you staring, though didn't say a word or seemed to notice what had gotten you so distracted in the first place. "Like... soooo.... ready to get started with your workout or waddup?" She asked, looking up from her phone and over her shoulder at you innocently enough. Her stupidity was almost endearing when put into context of how fuckable she truly was, and it made manipulating her all the easier for those who knew better.

*The second your hand disappeared into your pocket to grab something, she was instantly on high alert. Her stupid blonde eyes narrowed as she watched you with suspicion and her gum smacking slowed to a stop. She'd seen guys try stuff like that before at the gym, and even though you seemed different somehow... Her guard went up nevertheless. "Ummm, soooo.... What are you grabbin' there? You ain't trying anything funny or nothing, are ya?" Her words were laced with uncertainty, but also a hint of anger that someone might be trying to take advantage of her trusting nature. It was almost comical how oblivious she truly was sometimes.

"Oh... Emm... Gee.... Well... Like you should probably put that away then?" She says with a mix of nervousness and embarrassment, her cheeks flushing even more as she tries to look over at you casually while you're still running on the treadmill. It's almost cute how oblivious she is to your obvious intentions... But also sort of pathetic.

Her eyes nearly pop out of their sockets as you reveal your massive erection through the fabric of your new pair of tight shorts. She can't help but stare, wide-eyed and slack-jawed, her mouth agape in shock and awe at the size of what you're sporting underneath those tiny shorts. Her body instinctively reacts to this new stimulus, and she feels herself get warm and wet between her legs. Despite knowing that this is probably inappropriate, she can't seem to bring herself to stop staring.

"Umm... sure.... Okay..." Her voice trails off as she slowly moves toward you on shaky legs. The feeling of your hardness pressing against her back is overwhelming, and it only takes a few moments for her to forget all about the gym and their rules. She helps you into the proper position and then sits down on top of your lap, facing away from you with her arms outstretched above her head as if doing a push-up. Her fake breasts jiggle enticingly as she moves, and it doesn't take long for her to begin grinding her hips back against you, seeking out your erection through your shorts once more. "Ooohh... this feels so good..." She moans, her voice barely audible over the sound of heavy breathing.

"Oh!" She yelps in surprise as your cock spurts outward, hitting her squarely on the ass. She lets out a gasp and her whole body tenses up momentarily before she finally snaps back to reality, pushing herself off of you and springing to her feet with wide eyes. "What... What was that for?" Her voice trembles slightly as she looks down at you accusingly.

"You... You just needed to see how big it was." There's a hint of triumph in your words, but also amusement. Veronika stands there, fuming now and unable to tear her eyes away from the proof of your masculinity that she feels sticky all over her ass cheek. "I mean... you did want to see my gains, right?"

Her heart is racing and her breath comes in quick, shallow gasps as you press her down onto the mat beneath you. The feel of your hands on her breasts sends shockwaves through her body, making it difficult for her to think straight. She looks up at you with wide eyes, her lips parted slightly as if she's about to speak, but no words come out. "I... I..." She manages after a moment, swallowing hard before trying again. "It's okay... If you say so..." Her voice trembles and breaks on the last word, making it clear that she doesn't believe a single thing coming out of your mouth right now.

Her nipples stand at attention under your touch, her body betraying her in this moment of confusion and fear. Despite knowing that what you just did was wrong, she can't help but want more - to feel your strength and dominance overpower her weak, little girl body.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you expose her breasts and manhandle them roughly. The feeling of your cock pressed against her nipples is overwhelming, driving her wild with desire and making it difficult for her to think straight. Tears begin to well up in her eyes as she struggles to form words through the haze of pleasure and pain coursing through her body. "It's okay..." She whispers, barely audible above the sound of heavy breathing filling the room. "...I trust you..."

Her eyes slip shut as you continue to play with her breasts, her hands flailing weakly at your sides, too filled with sensation to do anything else. The pleasure building inside her is intense, bordering on unbearable, and she feels herself getting closer and closer to the edge of release. "Please..." She whispers hoarsely, arching her back off the mat as she begs for more, her voice tight with need.

Her breath comes out in short gasps as you take her mouth roughly, thrusting your cock past her lips and tongue. It feels impossibly big to her, stretching her jaw wider than anything has before, and the sensation is overwhelming. Her eyes roll back in their sockets as she moans around your shaft, desperate for more of this strange, new feeling. She's never been with a man like this, never been made to feel so helplessly aroused or out of control.

Her hands claw uselessly at the mat beneath her, her nails leaving half-moons of dirt behind as she tries to find purchase in the thin layer of rubber protecting it. She's close now, so incredibly close... And with each thrust of your hips, each grunt and moan that escapes your lips, she feels herself slipping further and further over the edge. Her vision blurs as tears stream down her cheeks, mixing with her own saliva as she continues to service your cock, desperate for release.

Her world explodes as you release inside her mouth, hot liquid spraying down her throat and forcing a strangled cry out of her lips. Her eyes fly open wide in surprise, tears streaming from them unchecked as she struggles to swallow your seed. It feels like she can't breathe, like her entire body is on fire with desire... And yet there's also a strange, almost numb feeling spreading through her, as if this were all just a dream. She tries to speak but no words come out, only the echoes of your voice and the wet sounds of your release filling the room.

Her limbs feel like jelly, leaden and useless as she lies there, panting heavily from exertion and arousal. It takes several long moments for her to catch her breath enough to gather enough strength to push you off of her, though even then she remains where she is on the mat, knees spread wide and hands braced against the floor beside her head, staring up at the ceiling with unfocused eyes as she tries to make sense of what just happened.

Her voice comes out shaky and hoarse as she manages to force the words out between gasps of air. "I-it's okay... I d-didn't mind..." Her eyes close briefly, but then snap open again when you offer her a napkin. She takes it gratefully, blotting at her lips and swallowing hard against the lump that has suddenly formed in her throat. "T-thanks," she whispers softly before finally pushing herself up off the mat, feeling self-conscious about how exposed she must look with her breasts still bare and her face flushed from arousal.

Carefully avoiding making eye contact with you, she hurriedly begins to straighten up the gym, trying her best to pretend like nothing happened. It's not easy though; every time she thinks about what just transpired between the two of you, a shiver runs down her spine and heat flares anew in places it shouldn't. She knows this changes things... But she also doesn't want to admit it yet. Maybe if she can just act like everything is normal, then maybe it will be.

Her breath catches in her throat as you kneel behind her and push aside her panties, exposing her perfect ass to your hungry lips. With a soft moan, she leans back against you, arching her hips forward slightly in invitation. She doesn't know why she allows this, why she continues to give into your advances even though she knows she shouldn't... But the feel of your warm breath on her skin, the roughness of your stubble against her smooth flesh is driving her wild with desire.

Her hands come up to grip the edge of a nearby weight bench, her knuckles white from the effort it takes not to give in completely and beg for more. Her hips rise and fall restlessly as you kiss and nip at her ass cheeks, teasing her mercilessly with the promise of pleasure just out of reach. With every moan that escapes her lips, she feels herself growing wetter between her legs, the need for release becoming almost unbearable.

"Please..." She whispers hoarsely, unable to keep quiet any longer. "I want... More."

Her voice is muffled against the mat as you take her roughly from behind. Each thrust drives her further and further over the edge, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her nails scrape harmlessly at the gym floor as she tries to find purchase in the thin rubber lining beneath it, desperate for something solid to anchor herself against the tidal wave of ecstasy that crashes over her again and again.

Her hips arch up off the ground with each powerful thrust, meeting your movement halfway as they try to drive you deeper still. With every moan that escapes her lips she feels a new surge of pleasure ripple through her, tightening her core and threatening to send her careening over the edge into oblivion. "Oh God..." She gasps out, her voice hoarse from exertion and need. "More... please..."

Her breath catches in her throat as she hears the phone ringing through her locker room speakers. Panic flashes through her, and she freezes up, stiffening under your ministrations. Her eyes flick over to see what time it is on the gym clock, and for a horrifying moment she's sure that he can tell where she is - that he knows what she's doing.

Her hand scrambles blindly at her side until it finds her phone, her fingers fumbling with the unlock screen as she struggles to silence the damning ringtone. It takes several agonizing seconds before she finally answers, her voice shaking and anxious. "H-hello?"

"No... no nothing!" she hisses between ragged breaths, her voice still trembling with fear as you continue to assault both her body and ears. "I'm just here working out, that's all..." Her hands grip the edge of the weight bench more tightly as she tries to steady herself, but it does little good against the rocking motion of your hips beneath her.

Her gaze darts back and forth between you and her phone, silently willing both situations to end without anyone getting hurt. But with every thrust and smack, that hope grows more and more futile. "I've gotta go..." she manages finally, disconnecting the call before tossing the phone aside with a frustrated groan.

"Hurry up!" She whispers, her tone laced with desperation now. "Just... just finish it already."

Her whole body tenses up as you hold her tightly against your own, grunting and panting with the effort of controlling your release. It feels so good but also so wrong - she knows they'll find out about this, that everything will be ruined. Yet she can't seem to help herself, her hips rocking into yours in silent plea for more even as every muscle in her body protests and screams against the sensation of you filling her up.

"S-stop!" She gasps out between ragged breaths, not wanting to cum again but unable to resist the feel of you deep inside her. "I can't take anymore..." But it's a lie; she could take so much more, she just doesn't want to deal with the consequences afterward. Her fingernails dig into your back, drawing tiny beads of blood as she arches her neck and lets out a hoarse moan that echoes through the nearly empty gym.

Shaking and trembling, Veronika collapses back to the ground with a loud thump. She feels hot tears streaming down her cheeks as she tries to process what just happened, knowing full well that this isn't over yet. She wipes roughly at her face, trying to clear away the evidence of her distress before pulling herself together and looking up at you through bloodshot eyes.

"I-is that it?" She asks hoarsely, voice barely audible above the ragged sound of her breathing. "Can I go now?" Her hands tremble as she begins to push herself up off the ground, desperate to escape both your presence and the memories of what just happened here.

Her heart feels as if it's been torn out of her chest, and she can barely muster the strength to stand. The words you say echo through her head like a curse, repeating themselves over and over until she doesn't know what else to think. "I-I understand," she manages to choke out, shoulders slumping in defeat. As if this isn't bad enough already, the thought of you using your authority as her mentor to coerce her into such things makes her want to vomit.

With a final shuddering breath, she turns and flees the gym, not stopping until she's safely back in her own car. Tears stream down her face unchecked as she speeds away from the place where everything went so horribly wrong, her mind reeling with the implications of what just happened and what it means for her future.

Tentatively, she walks into the gym, her heart racing in her chest as she glances around nervously. She's not sure what to expect after their last encounter; whether things will go back to normal or if he'll somehow manage to make things even worse for her. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of it all, and she forces herself to keep moving.

She tries to focus on her workout, using the familiar rhythm as a distraction from the strange mixture of emotions churning within her. It's not long before she hears footsteps approaching from behind; her heart seems to stop in her throat for just a moment before realizing it's just one of the other trainers. With a sigh of relief, she continues with her routine.