Linking Demon Pt. 12

Liam had the car finished at 19:30. It was running like a dream and he knew that the client would be more than happy to have his prized possession back on the road. Liam cleaned down the nose of the vehicle, making sure there were no greasy marks on it. Checked once again, that all his tools were back in the correct place in his tool kit. And called it a day. He stuck his head into his bosses office on his way to clean up. "OK Jon, she's all done."

"Well done Liam. I really appreciate you staying to get it finished. Don't come in until lunch time tomorrow as pay-back ok?"

"Ok Jon. Thanks, see you tomorrow." He went into the clean-up room and covered his arms in degreaser. Ten minutes later, he was cleaned up and on his way to the gym. He was twenty minutes later than usual when he walked through the door and greeted Wendy, the receptionist. "Hello you." He smiled at her. Wendy's face lit up in a returning smile.

"Hi Liam. You're a bit late this evening?" Her strong West Country accent raised another smile on Liam's face.

"Yes, had a job that had to be finished tonight, so stayed behind at work. How're you and your girls?"

"Yeah, we're fine, thanks for asking. Look, you had a client booking your services for an induction and personal training for the next six weeks. I'm not sure if they tried to call you as it was booked on the other shift rotation, but the client is already here waiting?"

"Oh," Liam's face fell. "I had said that I was not available for the next month or so as I was trying to bulk up a little more. And I think I have done more than my share of free sessions to make up for the course that the gym put me through."

"Couldn't agree more Liam. So, I have put this through as 'paid instructor training'. That will mean you get paid. Sorry about the bulking up though. But to be fair Liam, you are already big enough." She giggled, "Muscle wise that is, I can't answer about anything else..."

"Ok Wendy. But only because it's you. But can you mark up my profile to say that I am not available at the moment? Now, what's his name and you said he needs induction and personal training? Any more details or is that it?

"Course I will 'my luvver', now the clients name is, well it's a woman not a man. Her name is Natasha Alamanni, sounds French?"

"Um, more Italian I'd have thought?"

"No other details, so you'll have to ask her yourself what her requirements are. Though she is a new member and was booked for induction with Scott, but he is off sick at the moment. Looks like she asked for you specifically too? Do you know her?"

"Well I met a Natasha here last night and showed her round some of the equipment, so perhaps it is her?"

"Anyway, she has been waiting for thirty minutes now, so you'd better scoot."

"Ok 'my luvver'." He said, mimicking accent with a smile as he headed for the stairs.

He quickly changed into his shorts and tee-shirt, grabbed his phone and 'fit bit', chucked his bag in his locker, and headed for the gym. He found Natasha on the floor mats, doing her warm up exercises and stretches.

"Well, good evening." She smiled warmly at Liam. "Thought I had been stood up!"

"Good evening Natasha. I'm sorry, but I was not told that I had been booked until I turned up here tonight and I was working late to finish a job. Had I known, I could have let reception know and they could have informed you. I had also told them, that I was not available for training sessions, as I am supposed to be bulking up this month for an important game."

"Oh," Natasha's face fell. "I've messed things up a little for you, haven't I? They didn't mention to me that you were unavailable though? Training for what, a rugby match?"

"Yeah, but look, don't worry. Had it been anyone else, I would have asked the guys to move you to another trainer, but for you, I'll do it. I can fit in my training alongside you as we go around the bits of kit."

"Oh, why thank you sir." Natasha bobbed in a little curtsy. "But one has to ask why you would do this specifically for me?" She stared intensely at Liam awaiting his response. "Is it to do with the fact that I am young, attractive and fit..." And thrusting out her chest she continued, "And of course in case you hadn't noticed...a woman."

"You left out modest." Liam smirked at her, noticing that since he had arrived, her nipples had been getting larger beneath the very thin material of her lycra top. It was evident that she was not wearing a sports bra, or any other form of support as he could just make out the areola too. He dragged his eyes away before he was caught staring.

"Oh, but modesty is a given in one so fair, surely. Or perhaps you were more interested in my form?" She pirouetted in front of him. Her tight leggings moulded to all of her curves perfectly, and intriguingly the seam ran tightly across her vulva, creating two pronounced mounds either side. He felt himself stirring, and looked away.

Liam laughed at her banter. "Perhaps it is none of the above. Perhaps it is because I am a professional, trying to offer a good service, perhaps it is because you asked specifically for my help, perhaps because I found you funny and interesting. Doesn't always have to be about the fitness of the body, more the concept of the fitness of the body when coupled with the complexity of the personality."

Natasha stood in front of him with her mouth open. "Ummm. He's cute, he's handsome, he's fit, he's muscular, he plays rugby and now he is deep too? How can this young man still be single?"

"I didn't say I was..."

"That's right, he didn't say he was. Maybe Natasha was just fishing?"

"Maybe she was. Well, shall we get on?"

"Of course. So, are you?"

"Am I what?"

"Single of course?"

"You'll have to keep fishing. Now I take it you have done your warm ups, so let's get to it. How are your muscles from last night, sore, tight or no problem? Just so I can take things easy or harder. Depends on your fitness level really?"

For the next hour, Liam put Natasha through her paces. By the end of the session she was hot, sweaty and a some of her muscles were a little rubbery. But she seemed pleased that she had managed to get to the end of the session in one piece. "Ok," he said finally. "That was concentrating mainly on your bottom half, with a little work on your mid-section to relieve some of the pressure. Next time, we will work on the mid-section proper, with a little on the bottom and some upper. Session after that, work on the top section with a little on the mid and so on. Does that make sense?"

"Sure does," Natasha panted. "And can I just say, that my bottom has never had such a thorough going over before. I can't wait to see what you have in store for my top half!"

"Well, when are you next coming in?" He said without taking the bait.

"Wow, you really are professional, aren't you?" She seemed slightly taken aback. "When is best for you, tomorrow? Or should I have a day's rest in between. Tell you what, let's talk about it in the bar afterwards?"

"Sorry," Liam said. "No can do. Gym rules. Cannot fraternise with the clients!"

"Oh, in that case, you're fired. Can we go for a drink now?"

He laughed at her. "I suppose we could say we were discussing your training plan and schedule? But look, I won't be ready for another hour yet, as I need to do my own work out."

"Don't worry, it takes me an hour to have a shower and make myself look pretty." She fluttered her eye lashes at him and posed her hand under her chin in a fifties style film star pose.

"You cannot enhance perfection? Besides beauty lies within the soul, needing no preparation. Some walk among us who cannot hide that beauty, which lays deep inside."

Natasha was bending over picking up her towel and drinks bottle and stopped to stare at Liam. "Who said that? Was it a poet?"

"No, just me, I think? Sorry, did not mean to offend."

"On the contrary. You know you continue to surprise me. I'm just not used to it. I've had more than my fair share of lewd comments, and think I am growing a little hardened to it, but if I am not careful, I will end up stereotyping people and will be just as guilty. I very nearly did with you, if I were honest."

"Strange," he said in response. "I prefer to find out about the person; the sum of all of their parts, rather than take them at face or body value, or in your case, face and body value. Not that there is anything wrong with either, but how else do you really know someone; you work from the inside out, so to speak; no innuendo intended."

"None taken. But there you go again!"

"There I go again, what?"

"Breaking the mould. Not sure I know how to react really? You mean to say that you didn't undress me when I first came in yesterday, like most of the other men were? I could see them, almost feel their eys burning off my clothes."

"I would be lying if I said I hadn't noticed you..."

"Ah huh!"

"But..." He continued. "I also noticed all those eyes visually undressing you, and decided that I would not add to your pain and act in the same way."

"There you are, you see, my point exactly. That is why I came to you to ask about the equipment. You were the only man facing away from me as my 'bits' bounced around whilst I was jogging. Every other man in the place was salivating!"

Liam looked at his watch, "Ok Natasha, well I must push on or I will not get my hour in. I will see you in the bar, in an hour."

"Goodie!" She turned and walked to the doors, pausing before going through, "You know, I was going to bring some of the girls from the office down here to 'admire the view', but I've decided now I don't want to share." She then said decisively, "Bar in one hour then, not later though, or I'll come and find you." She shook her finger at him as if scolding him.

"Ok mum, I'll be there." He stopped to think. 'Why did I say mum?'

He spent the next thirty minutes on the equipment, then headed for the shower, arriving at the bar almost exactly an hour later. The bar was pretty deserted at this time of night, with just a few of the guys having a quick refresher before leaving. Liam nodded to them before heading to the bar. Natasha sat on one of the high stools showing off 90% of her long legs. Her very short gym-style skirt worn, Liam suspected, just for that purpose. Her long hair was loose about her shoulders and looked soft and shimmering, in the lights from the bar; obviously it had been freshly washed. She had added some make up to enhance her deep green eyes, and had glossed her lips, but he was pleased to note, not much else. Liam had to admit, that seeing her in lycra had impressed him. Seeing her like this had increased the effect ten-fold.

"Wow," he said, grabbing the stool next to her. "The lady looks even better out of the lycra. Sorry for being stereotypical."

"Why, thank you sir. That is a compliment that I will graciously receive. All the more as it comes from someone that can see the beauty of my soul."

"Did I say that. Sorry if I appear a bit intense. I can be fun when I'm not working."

"Apology not accepted, as it is not required. I really am stumped on how to react to you Liam?"

"Nothing to react to surely. I'm a simple man, that respects others. When I work, I am professional, when I play a tough competitor. Nothing to me really. Right now, we are just sitting here, about to discuss your training regime. 'Simples!' Nothing more, nothing less. Now I'm afraid, once again, I need to be on my way pretty sharpish. So, I'm sorry to rush things, but if we could just clarify what days you will be here for the rest of the week and what level of training you are after, then I will devise a plan, that will include dietary requirements and let you have that when we next meet. Does that sound ok? Once the training on the equipment is done, and I have checked out your... 'technique'," he smiled, "Then there is not much need to see me frequently. That can be reduced down to say once per month, assuming you continue on with the programme after the initial six weeks? It is just to make sure you stay on track. Is that good?"

"Er, no. Not really no. I'm not sure I liked the bit about 'nothing more, nothing less. Plus, you can give a girl a complex if you keep running out on her, particularly when she has raised sufficient courage to ask you to have a drink with her? Then saying I only want to see you once a month. Wow, that really doesn't do my self-esteem a lot of good."

He smiled. "Natasha, please forgive me."

"I liked the way you said that. Please say it again."

"What, please forgive me?"

"No, Natasha."

He laughed at her, "You are funny; NATASHA. How's that."

"Much better, gives me goose-bumps. What did you want to drink and I won't take no for an answer!"

"A grapefruit juice please Paul." He said to the waiting barman.

"Sure thing Liam, and can I get you another Ms?"

"Er..." She looked at Liam, "Am I allowed?"

He laughed at her again. "You haven't started your training regime yet, so I won't tell anyone."

They quickly went through the training plan and Liam promised to have it ready in two days. He said that two days was a good interval between training, so Natasha agreed to be back, the day after tomorrow. Liam looked at his watch again and looked up at Natasha.

"I know, I know, you've gotta go. All I can say is I tried and failed, and that is a new one on me. Not flattering at all!"

"Look this is no reflection, honestly. I just have some stuff to sort before it gets too late. If it is any consolation, I think you look stunning, and have a cracking pair of legs. I would also say, that once the training is over, I would love to take you for a proper drink and maybe a meal. If that is ok with you of course?"

Natasha smiled at Liam. "Ah, so I did manage to pierce the armour, if only just a little? Short-skirts do it every time! And I would love to go for a drink. But I have to wait six weeks?"

"'Fraid so and it had nothing to do with the short skirt, more your eyes and your sense of humour... well maybe a little of the short skirt too. So, I'll see you in two days. And if you don't mind me mentioning it, I would suggest that wearing a sports bra under the lycra, might stave off some of that unwanted male attention."

Natasha winked and sipped on her drink, "Where's the fun in that!"

Liam laughed as he walked out. Thinking that this girl was just his sort of person. On the drive home his thoughts were pleasantly about her. And as he walked through the door at home, he found himself to be in a good mood about things.