summary ā andrea makes her way back to the gym after a week, unable to stop thinking about her trainer. fortunately for her, it seems emily is experiencing the same sort of problem.
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part 1: āsessionsā
andrea winced as she rolled around in her bed, having just fulfilled her duties of the day and was now allowing herself to relax. her muscles were still sore from all of her walking, and not to mention her workout with emily from last week.
she closed her eyes to reminisce, as if that was going to help anything. the awkward moment she had with her post-session in the changing room was something she blocked out for her own mental health, but everything else about that day just was something perfect.
andrea groaned a little when she heard a chime coming from her phone, picking it up with furrowed eyebrows. her expression quickly changed when she saw who messaged her.
@ļøemilycharlton ā Hi darling, just checking up on you, any progress on that video I gave you? Youāre still showing up tomorrow right? Let me know. <3
andrea couldnāt contain the giggle that escaped her lips as she mindlessly rocked her legs around. she quickly replied back to emily.
@ļøandreasachs ā hey emily! iāve done the exercises you sent me over the weekend, they helped tonsā¦. thank you!! i will be seeing you tomorrow :))
andrea sent the message and tossed her phone to the side, rolling over onto her back. her brown eyes bored into the ceiling while thinking about emily. she hummed whenever she remembered how many pet names emilyād used on her. or about how emily was oh so gentle while correcting her. or those goddamn tight gym clothes that practically tortured andreas eyes.
andrea only realized how far into this trance she was when she noticed how her breath heaved and hands lazily paused above her sweatpants waistband. she groaned to herself and turned over to her side, trying to block out any memory of emily to try and get some sleep for tomorrow.
interrupted from her peaceful unconsciousness, andreas alarm blared throughout her room, startling andrea enough to shoot her arm up and slam the clock off. she groaned as she slumped off of bed lazily after contemplating her life decisions.
andrea splashed her face with cold water in her bathroom, deciding to get herself together and eat something before leaving for the gym. after having that moment in her bathroom, she heads to the kitchen and prepares her usual breakfast for herself and savors it while she checks her instagram feed.
her friends post pictures about their daily life, cute get-ready-with-mes that andrea reacts with little hearts to always. emily charlton posted a mirror picture of her figure in full display, wearing her trademark black gym top and shorts. the sunrise hued through what andrea could assume was her room. āMiss me yet?ā was written next to her mirror. a drop of maple syrup from andreaās pancake splat onto her plate before she could actually like the story.
after finishing her breakfast, andrea grabbed her keys and wallet and immediately headed out the door of her apartment and left for the gym.
andrea walked into the cool air of the familiar ac again, heading straight for the changing room. she packed her stuff into her locker, grabbing a simple pair of leggings and a top and going to change in one of the empty stalls, which she made sure to lock now after last time.
andrea rapidly changed and waltzed over to the mirrors to check out her face, noticing the door opening from behind her reflection. as if on cue, āandy!ā emily squealed with a smile on her face. emily stepped closer to her and gave her a hug from behind, arms wrapped around her stomach. andrea smiled bashfully, a choked up laugh leaving her mouth when she felt emilyās chest press against her back. andrea had to force herself from biting her lip at the mindless action. āhey, emily! ahā i was about to come find you.ā
emily hummed and pulled away, holding herself up with one hand against the bathroom counter. āi guess i did that for you, huh? come on, i need to know what you did over the week.ā her hand quickly took andreaās and they both left the changing room.
the two of them stopped by the familiar spot of emilyās corner of the gym, sitting down on opposite sides of each other. ātell me sweetheart,ā emily began, glaring into andreaās wide eyes, āhowād those videos help? do you feel like it did anything for you? i did some special research to find the best videos for you.ā
andrea thought back to herself watching those videos once a day, doing everything the way it was instructed then looked down at her abdomen. andrea innocently pushed down just a little bit of her gyms legging waistband to show her toned abs. andrea was surprised with her quick progress. obviously oblivious enough to not notice emily biting down on her finger, eyes zeroing in on andreaās figure. emily cleared her throat before andrea started speaking again.
āhonestly, emily, i donāt where you found these god sent videos, but they worked wonders!ā andrea chirped, āi swear i donāt know how you do it, i thought i searched everything but i guess not!ā she finished, hands resting on her lap.
emily smiled slyly and nodded, āmmhm, well, i only get the best for my clients.ā she purred and stood up, ānow, andy, i want you to do 15 push ups and 15 sit ups. can you do that for me darling?ā she stood over andrea, who had almost the same expression as a puppy with those wide brown eyes of hers. āyeah.. mhm!ā andrea mumbled and made her way to the mat on the floor.
emily stood over her, watching her every move, making sure she had her technique right. surprisingly for emily, andrea had her push up form right, so this bit was just a bit of a treat. emilyās ears perked up with the sound of andreaās breaths coming in short, slight sounds of struggle.
andrea groaned after successfully getting over 15 push ups and laid on the ground before bracing her legs for sit ups. she was getting into position and was stopped before she could start by emilyās noise of disapproval. andrea froze when she felt emilyās right shoe between the two of hers.
āspread these a little more.ā emily instructed, voice low and steady. andrea could feel her stomach tingle by the tone of her voice, still obeying as if it was second nature. she shifted her legs apart just a bit. āgood, thatās how you do it.ā emily approved and waved her hand for andrea to continue.
andrea nodded, breath coming out shaky. she started to move, the first 8 coming along fine. it was until her 12th sit up that she felt it and paused, a small whine escaping her lips. emily held back every urge to smile or make some smart remark, but she couldnāt help herself. āaw, come on andy, you can do a few more right? you wanna impress me donāt you baby?ā
andreas brain short circuited by the condescending tone of her voice, the way emily was staring down at her with that stupid smirk of hers. a small, pathetic whimper escaped her lips and she just nodded, almost immediately getting back to doing the exercise. āthatās it, good.ā emily purred.
by the time andrea finished her sit ups, she laid down with her back flat against the mat. emily chuckled. āyou did real good for me, andy.ā she sat down next to andrea who caught her breath, chest heaving.
emily hummed and looked over andreaās figure, lightly glistening with sweat. an impulsive thought acted on itself after she liked what she saw. emily brought two fingers over andreaās stomach, slightly pressing them on her toned abs, coercing a louder whimper out from andreaās mouth. emily smiled wide as if having just won the lottery.
andrea realized sheād just allowed herself to elicit that insanely pathetic noise to register aloud, turning her head away. her abs tensed up as emily still ran her fingertips over her sweat induced abdomen. another small gasp left her when emily took her hand away fully and stood up. āandrea, our times up. iāll see you on friday, yeah?ā
it was a wednesday, this week she had double sessions. andrea nodded, forcing out an answer from her currently non functioning brain. āmhm, yeah! iāll.. iāll see you friday..ā andrea sighed, sitting up properly. emily smiled cunningly and turned on her heel to walk to the other side of the gym where the cafeteria was.
a while after, andrea slumped against her apartment door, having opened it just a second before. she took a deep breath before recomposing herself and walking inside and locking the door behind her.
andrea dropped her bag on her white velvet couch, leaving her keys on her kitchen counter before going to the bathroom to shower. she stripped her clothes off and turned the warm water on. she let out a soft sigh, feeling her muscles relax under the warmth of the liquid.
her head now soaked, she gently scrubbed her head with her favorite strawberry scented shampoo, humming at the feeling. andrea got to washing over her body while her conditioner sat. she delicately ran her hands over her skin, shivering just a little when she remembered how emily touched her today.
a thought crept into her head, āis she like this with all of the women she trains?ā her eyebrows furrowed. she shook her head, not giving too much thought to it. her mind wandered elsewhere, to how emily pressed herself against andreaās back, how emily ordered her to spread her legs a little, how emily looked at her while she was on the gym floor.
her breath heaved, eyes fluttering open to her hand resting right by her inner thigh. she whined and moved it away, although thatās not what she entirely wanted. she just decided to take the rest of her hair products out of her hair and get out of the shower.
andrea dried herself off, got changed, and ordered some takeout instead of cooking for herself tonight. she liked it, but she felt too tired. while andrea waited for her food to arrive, she ran through her messages, texting her friends back then liking their posts on instagram.
she laughed to herself when she saw her best friends story, the usual one liner that got her about the art gallery she owned. andrea went through other peopleās stories, strangers, distant friends and whoever came next.
emily charlton had just posted a story, a photo of herself from the neck down to her waist. a close up, if you will. she had a black dress on, with a very pronounced cleavage. āOff the clock.ā was captioned at the bottom. 26s ago.
and guess what? andrea sachs had accidentally replied to the story with a fucking heart eyes reaction. 29 seconds after emily charlton posted it. a pang of regret and a groan of idiocy escaped her mouth, eyes widening in pure shame. her fingers immediately darted to go and text the woman.
to her surprise, a direct message notification popped up on andreaās screen from emily before she even sent a half-assed apology.
@ļøemilycharlton ā āYou canāt get enough of me, huh?ā
andrea felt her body physically ache. worse than what she felt after leaving the gym. her blood ran hot, a surprised moan leaving her lips. andrea raised an eyebrow, immediately thinking of what to say. her leg rocked ever so gently.
@ļøandreasachs ā āoh my god i am SO sorry i did NOT mean to press that iām so embarrassed??? but i mean, who couldnāt resist you?ā
andrea felt confident in her message, still heavily feeling the stupidness of her action. she felt a lot less confident but a lot more nervous with emilyās reply.
@ļøemilycharlton ā āCute. Iāll make sure to post more pictures of tonight.ā
andrea immediately turned off her phone and let it drop to the carpet that laid under her bed. she squealed to herself, hiding her face away. god, everything about this woman drove her crazy.
andrea quickly picked up her phone off the floor, clearing her throat after returning back to her semi-normal state. she flopped back into her bed, staring at the dimly lit ceiling. emily wouldnāt leave her mind. which only made andreaās need for her more intense.
her breath was slightly labored, laid down with both knees up. she was very aware of what thoughts were going on in her mind. her fingertips made small circle movements around her abdomen. a small hum leaving her lips. they edged around her sweatpants waistband. the thought of emily made andreaās fingertips tremble. andrea moaned.
The fact that Emily says "Oh my God... Am I hallucinating?" - and we assume at first she's talking about Miranda but NO - the camera puts all the focus on Andrea. Emily and Andrea just stare at each other for an indecently long time. When Andrea comes to Emily's workplace, Emily's literally having gay panic so badly she's switching between lowgrade insults to showing the pictures of her children to Andy. When Andy comes to her hotel room to ask for a favor, Emily doesn't even say anything, she just does whatever Andy's up to. Mind you, she hasn't seen Andy in 20 years. She changed men, gave birth twice - but when the Andy comes back, she immediately breaks up with her awfully rich boyfriend (whom she didn't even like). She's such a hopeless lesbian.
They fall into a D/s dynamic without really meaning to
Stratt is much more focused on Grace's pleasure than her own
HUGE praise kink. HUGE.
Stratt really likes watching Grace
Neither can fully believe they've ended up here so every time they do anything there's a filter of disbelief and awe that really heightens it all
Grace is really easy to get going, for Stratt
Praising him where others can see is always fun. For Stratt. Embarassing for Grace, which he. Isn't not into.
Grace is incredibly responsive to the point it almost causes problems when they're out in the world
Once he gets last the oh shit this is really happening stage of things, Grace is a bit of a brat
Stratt is possessive as hell and one of the best ways for Grace to push her buttons is to be seen flirting with someone, or anything resembling flirting
I do think some of this carries over when thinking of them as the secret third thing type of dynamic without anything sexual going on
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