The Trainer's Proposition
Honestly, you could see everything if you spent enough time at a gym.
Unless you locked yourself into your own workout with total focus, the people exercising around you, the ones drifting past—none of it stayed hidden. Suhee was no different. She was putting on a show of hard work, but she was perfectly aware of the members murmuring while they glanced her way, and of the trainer who had just started closing in on her.
“Hhh… haah…”
Still, she gave nothing away and pretended to be absorbed in her sets. Even in the baggy gym-issue sweats, her chest pushed boldly forward. If anything, the way the loose fabric slipped and clung only made the outline of her breasts look filthier. Flaunting that heavy, undeniable presence with every movement, Suhee worked until the trainer who had been approaching finally stopped in front of her.
“Hello.”
“Haah… Hello.”
Breathing hard as she racked the weights, Suhee returned the greeting. Taejun, the trainer team leader, had stepped in close enough to feel the warm rush of her exhale against his chest.
He never showed it, but deep down he was closer to a thug than anything else, and he usually found it unpleasant when members’ breath hit his body like that. Today was different.
Huh.
Could breath really smell this sweet? Maybe it was her scent. Maybe it was just that she was an exceptionally beautiful member. Either way, something about it felt off—in a good way. He had been watching her from a distance, but up close her figure was ridiculous. Even in oversized clothes, what was meant to show still showed. And because Suhee was deliberately lengthening her spine, rolling her shoulders back, and presenting her chest, the slipping neckline offered a teasing glimpse of the pretty upper swell of her breasts and the top edge of her bra.
“Could I speak with you for a moment?”
With too many other members nearby, Taejun steered her deeper into the floor as if the open space made him uncomfortable. His eyes were slick with charm; a faint smile sat on his face. Even so, he never quite managed to look properly polite. Suhee had seen that kind of face plenty of times—a little low-class, and trying hard to hide it.
Under ordinary circumstances he would have been someone she had no reason to deal with. But even a man like this had his uses for her. He was the type who wore his crude, instinctive appetites right out in the open and actually acted on them—perfect for the kind of messy, filthy sex she sometimes craved. Someone might have asked whether that made him dangerous, but a team leader at a gym this size, bold enough to proposition her like this, would be extremely protective of his own rice bowl. Dirty, yes—but clean enough to enjoy without real risk.
“Sure.”
Suhee stood and wiped her face with a towel. Something bright flickered again in Taejun’s eyes as he watched. Most of the women who came here to “work out” showed up in full makeup, as if they had come for photos. Taejun had hit on enough female members to know that even a pretty face could turn ordinary once the foundation came off. But what Suhee had just done—scrubbing her face roughly with the towel—made it obvious she was barely wearing any makeup at all. Bare-faced and still looking like that? With those heavy breasts?
“This way for a second.”
Taejun turned with a crooked little smile. A big catch, he thought—the first one in a long time. Face and body both at this level? He had never seen it. Beyond simply wanting her as a sexual target, he was already calculating how useful she could be for gym promotion. Slip her into a pair of leggings and something skin-tight, work her just right, and the men’s membership would explode during her hours. She was in those baggy sweats now, but just imagining the body underneath sent blood throbbing heavily into his lower half.
Thug by nature or not, he was management, and his patience was formidable. He kept from glancing back at her with any obvious urgency as he guided her all the way into the inner consultation room.
“Ah—can I get you something to drink?”
“No, I’m fine.”
Suhee sat across from him and leaned lightly into the chair back. She looked unguarded, but every bit of it was calculated. The loose gym clothes settled quietly against the front of her body and traced every suggestive curve. The lines of her figure showed even more clearly than when she had simply pushed her chest forward. Issued workout wear like this was usually light and fluttery—honestly not great for actual training—but right now, exactly as she intended, it clung and laid her lewd silhouette bare for Taejun’s eyes.
“Ahem. So—this isn’t about anything else. I have a proposal for you.”
“Yes?”
She already knew exactly what he was going to say; she had heard versions of it before. Still, Suhee put on a wide-eyed, innocent look, as if she had no idea. All the while she did not miss the way his snake-like eyes raked over every exposed inch of her.
Of course.
Flexing hard through his arms and chest as if he meant to show off for her, Taejun pressed on.
“I’m the trainer team leader here. You registered yesterday, right?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
“How long have you been working out?”
“Mm… a few years, I guess.”
“Damn. I knew it. That body of yours…”
He flicked a cautious glance at her face. If she bristled or shut him down here, he would have to ease off. But he caught the faint smile at the corner of Suhee’s mouth and grinned as he continued.
“Your figure looks incredible. You came in leggings yesterday, didn’t you?”
“Yes, I did.”
“Aigoo, then why bury a body like that in communal gym clothes?”
“Ah—I just felt like I stood out too much.”
“Come on, no way.”
There was a hint of bashfulness in her expression, but she also looked pleased, and Taejun decided he had her. If body compliments got this kind of reaction, a little smooth coaxing and—
Not only would she help pull in members… tch.
Without meaning to, he licked his lips as he pictured her body. Suhee did not miss that either—the snake eyes, the vulgar flick of his tongue. At least his physique looked solid; that was a relief. He wouldn’t be weak, at minimum. From the way he carried himself, he had clearly put his hands on other female members before and knew the taste of it. Still, she wasn’t about to let just anyone play with her. For now she would watch a little longer. She was curious how he would come at her.
“Anyway—if we provided you with workout clothes separately, would you be willing to wear them when you come in?”
“Ah… what kind…?”
Again she reacted as if she were hearing it for the first time, and Taejun launched into an eager explanation.
“I mean—sorry to put it like this, but there’s a bit of a promotional effect, and… you’re beautiful, and your body is amazing, so.”
“Ah—leggings and things like that, you mean?”
“Yes, yes. We’ll prepare everything. And…”
Because Suhee was taking it so amiably, Taejun’s greed edged a little higher. He wouldn’t normally push this far, but with looks and a body this rare, he couldn’t stop staring—so he decided to go just a tiny bit further.
“If you’re all right with it, I could also watch over your workouts for you.”
“Oh—PT?”
“Yeah, something like that. If you help us out, it’s only fair we offer something equivalent in return.”
“Hmm…”
Watching her pretend to deliberate, Taejun felt a small jolt of alarm. Had he come on too blatantly? He kept licking his dry lips. Suhee found it almost funny how transparent he was. Using PT as an excuse to start touching her little by little—that was obviously the plan.
Well. Shall I see how he plays it?
She had been missing that sharp, stimulating edge a little. Watching him fidget while she feigned indecision was entertaining in its own right, and she wanted to know which way the team-leader trainer would go—openly filthy, or still clinging to a thin scrap of dignity.
“I’d like that.”
“Ah—right? Of course.”
After all that deliberate hesitation, her easy yes smoothed Taejun’s face wide open. It was obvious to anyone watching, but Suhee chose to pretend she hadn’t noticed. He opened the consultation-room door and told a staffer outside to bring workout clothes.
“Sorry? What size, Team Leader?”
“Just bring whatever we’ve got.”
Clothes piled up in a heap between Taejun and Suhee.
“Match the sizes and take as many as you want.”
“Wow… is that really okay?”
“Of course. And—here’s my card. Message me and I’ll set up a separate PT schedule for you.”
“Ah, yes. Thank you.”
Suhee stuffed the workout clothes roughly into a tote and headed for the café. This, she decided, could be the shape of her days for a while. On the days she wasn’t toying with Donggyun—work out, then go to the café and study a little. She wouldn’t do anything rash like striking up conversation with the owner. He didn’t seem like the sunny, approachable type to begin with, and every person required a different approach.
Honestly, she was confident in her looks. Even set objectively against the many women who occupied tables in the café, she didn’t think she came up short. The only real problem would be if the owner turned out to be gay, or something…
“Welcome.”
“Hello.”
“Yes—hello.”
For some reason, today he returned her greeting a second time. Still, he didn’t offer any contact information just yet. Suhee slipped the business card into her wallet, tucked it into her bag, and swallowed a mouthful of Americano. She felt the cold, bitter coffee slide down her throat and settle in her stomach, and when she turned her head slightly—
For a moment, her eyes seemed to meet the café owner’s.
Oh.
Perfect, Suhee thought, setting her cup down and glancing that way again. This time their eyes did not meet. Still, it was fine. As long as she hadn’t imagined it.
Hmm… I still don’t even know his name, though.
Having ordered and received her usual Americano, Suhee found an empty seat and sat down. She pulled out her driver’s-license study book, then slipped the business card she had just received out for another look. The gym’s name was printed on it, along with a shirtless photo of the man she had just met.
Body’s solid, at least.
His face was pure thug, but at this level he was usable. He wasn’t a complete wreck in the looks department, either. If you made a living off PT, you had to maintain your appearance to some degree—that was just part of being a trainer.