This choice: Easing Vanessa Into Some Beginning Stretches and Warmup (RESERVED) • Go Back... "Alright, you're right. Let's get going." You began. "You said you were sore, right? Well...let's start with some stretches right here, to get warmed up."
"Sounds good to me." Vanessa cracked her neck.
"To start, you can grab a mat from that stack over there." You pointed to a set of yoga mats in the corner of the room. "Just lie it out flat and I'll be with you in a moment."
"Sure thing, coach!" Vanessa winked at you playfully, and then stood back up to go and grab a yoga mat. Her toned glutes moved right past you at eye-level as she walked by, and you couldn't stop your head from somewhat trailing in her direction before you snapped back with a somewhat ashamed blush of embarrassment. You certainly weren't about to toss out your marriage to the love of your life to ogle said wife's best friend, but you still knew you were staring maybe a bit more than you should. Still, who could help themselves when in the presence of basically a goddess on earth?
You then took a minute to look over some of your notes, wanting to make a good impression on Vanessa. Not only was she your first-ever unaffected client at the Small Stature, Big Heart clinic, but she was also a close friend. You didn't want to put on a poor performance, especially as you felt Vanessa's standards would probably be pretty high considering how jacked she was, and how experienced with all avenues of physicality she was. You were probably overthinking things, but you still wanted to perform at 110% for her.
When you turned back around, you took a brief second to wince.
Vanessa had selected her mat and she was currently arranging it on the floor. She'd also kicked off her shoes, her socked-feet dexterously manipulating the mat in an almost absentminded nature as she rolled her shoulders and did a few neck pivots. It was the fact that she was, frankly, a bit violent with the mat that made you wince in sympathy for it. In an effortlessly casual way, she stomped and crushed the mat, probably trying to flatten it out and make sure it wouldn't irritate her with little bumps or inconsistencies. Still, it was the thoughtless nature of it, combined with dozens of flashbacks of being in that mat's place under Vanessa's heavy stomping feet, that made you flinch. Thank god her old 'Workout Whirlpool' aura of chaos hadn't whipped up into a frenzy...yet.
"Alright, Van, we'll start sitting down with some ab crunches." You explained, hopping off the table you were on and heading over to her (briefly glancing in mild worry at her wriggling toes, each one larger than you). As usual, Vanessa didn't even remotely detect any of your apprehension. Like always, she just couldn't see life through your eyes like that, or any other affected's for that matter.
"Awesome, love ab crunches." Vanessa pumped her fist, then instantly plopped down onto the mat. The 'whump' of her shapely sculpted booty smacking onto the mat created an audible sound and force of wind that nearly toppled you over, something Vanessa also didn't notice. "I start most of my workouts with ab crunches too."
After steadying yourself from the unexpected hurricane, your eyes roamed over the woman's hard-as-rock six-pack abs, and you smiled. "Yeah, I can see that, Van. Still, this is PT, not that strength-training gym you work at. We won't be going quite as hard."
Vanessa chuckled. "Ah, no need to worry about going easy on me. As you said, Momentum has killer workouts, so I'm ready for whatever you wanna dish out!"
You blinked. "W-Well, it's not really about that, Van. You said you were sore, so I--"
"Hey, can I move you a little closer?" Vanessa suddenly asked, cutting you off. Then, as she was wont to do, she acted without actually receiving consent from you, leaning over and pinching your torso so suddenly you were too frozen to process it. She then dropped you right onto the washboard abs you'd been admiring a minute ago, and you struggled to remain upright on her pristinely-smooth and faintly-sweat-damp skin. "There we go." Vanessa brightened. "It was a little hard to hear you...uh, no 'little' pun intended." She cracked a smile.
Furiously blushing due to your new position, you fought to keep your cool. "L-Look, Van, PT is about pushing your body when needed, and letting yourself ease off when needed too. Let's just start with ten crunches, and we can--"
"Ten?" Vanessa's face fell. "Damn Allegra, that's not a warmup, I could do that in my sleep! I know I mentioned being sore, but I promise I can do at least fifty!"
"I-I don't doubt that, Van, but I--"
"Here, watch!" Vanessa declared proudly, before immediately moving her arms behind her head, flexing her legs, and beginning the proper ab crunching procedure.
The only issue was...you were still right there on her abs!
As her torso clenched from the first crunch, you completely lost your balance and fell forward, your face smacking into her toned flesh. Unfortunately, you fell right in the groove between two of her rectus abdominis segments that made up her six pack, and quickly your entire upper body became clenched tightly as Vanessa's abs compressed around you as she crunched. When she relaxed, your body slipped a bit looser, which only made it even easier for her stomach and abs to crush around you as she bent back upwards to perform another crunch.
And so you found yourself being mercilessly chewed up by the Korean-American's abs in what could only be described as a painful and humiliating experience you'd actually never had to endure in your life (nor ever thought that you would). Vanessa's abs acted like they were trying to eat you alive, and your malleable body quickly became little more than putty as Vanessa did twenty, then fifty, then eighty ab crunches all without seeming phased at all...nor realizing what she was doing to your poor self. She was in the zone, utterly oblivious as to how her stomach muscles were crushing, compacting, and squeezing the life out of you, drowning you in sweat all the while.
Vanessa only stopped once she hit one hundred reps, and she relaxed her posture and began breathing deeply to regain her stamina. As she breathed, her stomach gentle rose and fell, lifting your smushed self up and down as you struggled to reform. The oblivious exercise junkie kept smiling all the while, and by the time she finally glanced down and spotted you, you were mostly reformed.
Vanessa smirked. "Okay, so, maybe I went a little past fifty. But still, I told you that I could...wait...why are you smushed?" She frowned, then gasped. "Oh shit, I totally squished you with my abs, didn't I? I'm so sorry, Allegra! I...guess I didn't even consider that that could happen, but it makes sense you'd be small enough for it. Whoops." She sheepishly scratched the back of her head, then picked you up and lowered you onto the yoga mat. "Sorry again."
"It's...fine." You said after you reformed, and you did mean it. You hadn't intended to start your session of 'impressing Vanessa' by being crunched into putty by her toned abs, but it had clearly been an honest accident. And, unfortunately, just a hint of that old 'Workout Whirlpool' rearing its ugly head.
She shook her head ruefully. "Just like old times, huh? You must've gotten into accidents around me...what? A dozen or so times? More?"
Maybe a thousand. You mentally thought to yourself. It had honestly taken years to get the taste of Vanessa's sweat out of your very soul after graduating from Weston.
"Something like that." Was your verbal reply. "Okay, let's move onto hip thrusts. You know how to do those, right? Feet bent directly under your knees, engage your core, lift up? Let's do some of those, but keep it slow and concentrated this time, alright? No need to show off."
Vanessa chuckled. "Sorry, sorry. I'll follow your instructions more closely, coach." She glanced around. "I should have an elevated brace for hip thrusts, right?"  You have the following choice: 1. Continue |
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