Diamond In The Buff

From her vantage point on the gym’s 2nd floor balcony, pro fitness coach Rebecca Bloom took in the marvelous sight below. A sea of treadmills and weightlifting machines covered the ground floor, each machine carrying a fit young woman, wearing ridiculously tight workout gear. They bounced, flexed, and strained against their weights, as Becca enjoyed the floor show from her vantage point above. Her eyes were drawn to their muscular curves, lingering on the hardest and leanest bodies. She felt the familiar flush of arousal begin to redden her cheeks.

Years before, when she was just getting her start as a personal trainer, Becca had tried to explain away that flush of attraction as nothing more than the redness of “a good pump”. She had tried to resist acting on her urges. Tried to keep things professional. But she found she couldn’t get through a full day of training her clients without taking several lengthy “bathroom breaks” to masturbate furiously between appointments.

Becca always knew she was bisexual, but in those early years as a trainer, she kept it to herself. After all, she might not be allowed to keep her “privileged access” to places like the locker room, if her employers knew what she did with that access. Specifically; perv on the most muscular girls at the gym by taking secret photos of them while they changed, which Becca later masturbated to. Again… furiously.

But that was her old gym. Her old life. She was at GRANITE now, and business was booming. The gym’s owner, Amer “The Hammer” Sterling, knew Rebecca Bloom was GRANITE’s most popular trainer, hands down. She’d earned a reputation for achieving incredible results with her female clients, to the point where nabbing a spot in her one-on-one training roster was getting competitive. Her incredible physique might have had something to do with that.

Even now, Becca Bloom’s sleek, muscular figure commanded the attention of the entire 2nd floor behind her. They couldn’t tear their eyes from her smooth, chiseled curves. Her pale, nordic complexion. Her strong, angular jaw. Piercing, icy blue eyes, and black hair pulled high into a ponytail. Without having to turn around, Becca knew at least a dozen pairs of eyes would be glued to her muscular ass at that very moment.

With a body like hers, Rebecca had no trouble attracting male clients. They’d pay top dollar to be trained by her, just to see her athletic body going through the motions. But she never took the guys up on it. Because Becca Bloom was here for the pussy.

Over time she had become increasingly attracted to girls with muscle, and she found what really turned her on was seeing them grow. Her current job presented so many opportunities to watch fit bodies get fitter by the day, she couldn’t imagine trading it for the world.

In the final weeks of competition prep, Becca’s clients always looked bigger, harder, and stronger with each passing day of the countdown. And they knew Becca always wanted to see their progress.

The cute blonde figure girl was still glistening from her workout.

“Hai Becca, you wanna check my conditioning?” She gasped as she caught her breath and prepared to pose. The girl stepped back under a pool of harsh overhead light, so the shadows would showcase her muscle shape and definition.

Trying to suppress a smile, Becca took out her phone and opened the camera app. She didn’t even have to ask anymore, these girls so readily flexed for her approval. Pumping their biceps as hard as they could to show off their improvements for Becca, hoping she would notice each added inch, and every new vein.

It was only natural her clients would want to document their hard work with photos, and Becca was only too happy to encourage them. As long as she tagged a few of their photos on he

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