Chapter 1

Brittany Ferguson sat in her favorite Eames lounge chair looking out the huge floor-to-ceiling windows at her expansive concrete deck and pool. She lazily ran her fingers over the butter-soft calfskin leather of her chair arm and sighed wistfully.

Most people would feel Brittany had it made. She lived in a spectacular six bedroom/five bath, 9,600 sq ft Mediterranean style mansion, she had the money to buy practically anything she desired and her husband worked as an chief executive officer for a major world-wide corporation.

She had a fully loaded Mercedes S-Class when she felt like driving and a six passenger limo when she didn’t want to bother with traffic. She had a full time live-in maid to take care of the house and a cook to handle the meal preparation duties.

Yes, Brittany should have been quite happy in her palatial surroundings and rich, opulent lifestyle. But she wasn’t. Unfortunately, Brittany found herself alone entirely too much these days. She had been married almost eight years to a man three years older than her and over the last couple of years, the sex had gotten more and more infrequent until nowadays it was a rare thing indeed.

David, her husband seemed to be away on business trips more than he was home, leaving the twenty-eight-year-old Brittany sitting at home thinking about all the sex she wasn’t getting. It wasn’t that Brittany was a nymphomaniac or anything – that would have been too cruel. But she did have a high sex drive and at her age, she was getting into the prime of her life.

“Ees time to go Ma’am,” Rosa the housekeeper said in her broken English. Rosa had come to America to have a better life for her and her young daughter. David had hired her to be their housekeeper and had put her and her daughter up in a small two bedroom bungalow next to the main house.

Brittany glanced at her ladies Rolex and jumped out of her chair. “Thank you Rosa, I don’t want to be late for the gym!”

Brittany hurried off to her room to change. A few minutes later she came down the stairs. “Rosa, I will be leaving now. If you need me for anything, I will have my cell phone.”

Rosa turned and said “Si, Ma’am.” But she knew that if she had to call Mrs. Ferguson at the gym it had better be a serious emergency! The gym was one of her favorite places to go and she always seemed to come home in a good mood. Rosa wasn’t sure why, but that didn’t matter so long as it worked!

She rushed across the paved courtyard to the six car garage. Her and David only had three cars but they used the other three bays as a workshop for the mechanics when they needed to service one of the cars and for storing the lawn equipment for the gardener to use.

She slipped into her cream-colored Mercedes and the engine purred to life. She shoved her favorite CD into the player and turned the music up before she backed out of the garage. She drove down the driveway and onto the street, merging into the bustling traffic of the ordinary masses. It was only a short trip to the gym, but it would give her time to go over her speech.

Brittany had been going to the gym for about nine months now. Originally David’s idea to “get her out of the house and into social situations”, it had become more of a form of relaxation and enjoyment than a place to work out. She did some exercise, but mostly it was a social thing. She visited and caught up on the latest gossip while she was there and the sauna and massages made her feel great after her workouts.

But today was going to be a special day for her at the gym. You see there was this one personal trainer that Brittany really liked to work with. Mark was a thirty-three-year-old former Marine and bodybuilder who had been working at the gym for a couple years before meeting Britanny. He had a friendly personality, a winning smile, and a hard, sexy body that made Brittany’s knees weak!

Brittany was certainly taken with Mark and was working up the nerve to ask him if he would start coming over to her house to help her work out. It was sometimes inconvenient for her to drive to the gym and she had learned that he does give private instruction for some of his favorite clients. She was hoping to become one of them!

When she got to the gym she was a little disheartened to see that all the parking close to the building was taken and that she would have to park some distance from the door. Aside from the inconvenience of a long walk to the gym, that also meant the gym would be pretty busy today.

But she shrugged it off – today was going to be a fun and interesting day and her excitement was only marginally reduced by the crowded parking lot. She parked at the end of the third row facing the gym.

This put her driver’s door at the end of the row, giving her extra room to get in and out of her car. She grabbed her gym bag and went straight to the women’s locker room and dressing area and found a locker. She got changed into her simple black short sleeve leotard and went out onto the exercise floor.

Although she couldn’t always see them, she felt the eyes following her as she went first to the treadmill to warm up. She could feel her nipples trying to poke out of her top and the snug leotard also showed the faintest hint of her camel toe.

Although she would never admit it to anyone, she liked the stares and the eyes – it was nice to know men still found her sexy and attractive! After a few minutes on the treadmill, she moved to the elliptical machine for some serious calorie burning. After 45 minutes on the elliptical machine, Brittany had definitely worked up a sweat.

Her last stop on her workout regime was her favorite – the step aerobics class with Mark as the instructor. She actually cut her elliptical machine time a little short today to make sure she got a good spot right up front where she could watch the hunky instructor in action up close!

Working out with Mark was so much fun she nearly forgot all the work she had done prior. Her muscles didn’t seem to hurt as much and she had tons of energy for him. It was almost as if this was the first part of her workout instead of the last!

After her thirty minute step aerobics class, she waited to be the last one to leave.

“Excuse me Mark can I have a word with you?” She nodded to a quiet corner of the room. They walked over to where they could talk privately without being interrupted.

“Mark, I know that you do private instruction to some of the girls in the class, and I was wondering if you would like to do the same for me. You see, it is sometimes hard for me to make class for a variety of reasons. And I really do want to keep in shape.”

“Well, I am all for staying in shape and I love having you in class. I’m sorry that you have trouble at times making the class. Tell me do you have a place that we could do step aerobics in?”

“Yes, I have a bedroom that we could use. In fact, I have an exercise bike in it right now and a few little exercise tools – a chinning bar, a pair of inversion boots, some small dumbbells, an exercise mat, stretch strap, jump rope, things like that. Nothing fancy, just something to do when I can’t make it here.”

“I see. Well, I charge $70 for an hour-long session. That’s $70 whether I am teaching one person or more than one, so if you have a girlfriend who wants in, you can split the cost. Just make sure you have the room – you know the kind of room each person needs from class here.

“So if the bedroom is big enough, then the more the merrier! Also you will need to get a step platform for each of the people that will be coming to the class.

“Another thing I recommend since you already take class here and I know you are advanced enough is wrist and ankle weights which will increase the intensity and cardio of the step class. Get the five pound version – the seven pound ones might be too much for right now. You can also use them as you go about your daily routine to help you burn more calories throughout the day.”

“That sounds fine, Mark. And the fee is no problem at all. I will see if any of my friends want to join in, but I’m not sure. Most of them are pretty busy. I’ve invited them several times to come with me here, but they never seem to be able to!”

“Well you just let me know when you are ready to start and we will set up a schedule. But I really want to see you come in here too. I like having you in class Brittany, you make it so much more fun when I look out and see that pretty smile and see you having a good time!”

“Aww, you’re just saying that! But it’s sweet nonetheless.”

“No, I’m serious Brittany. One of the most motivating things for an instructor is to see positive feedback from the students. When I see you are having fun, it makes it fun for me! If I see a whole class of sourpusses, the class just drags on. So you make coming here and teaching a lot more fun!”

“Well thank you. And I will check my schedule and see what I can come up with and let you know next week. Then we can work something out from there.”

“Sounds great. I look forward to it. See you next week, Brittany!”

Brittany went back to the locker room not even minding her sore muscles and sweaty clothes. She got undressed and jumped into the shower to clean up a little before putting on her street clothes then left the gym happier than she had been in awhile. Mark, the hunky personal trainer was going to start coming over to her house! She would have him all to herself now!

When she got to the lobby of the gym she could see the rain that she had hoped would hold of hadn’t. A steady, dready rain was hitting the windows of the gym and she had neglected to bring an umbrella with her!

“Ugh!” she muttered and stepped outside under the shelter of the large doorway awning. She was going to get wet there was no doubt about that. How wet would depend on how fast she ran and whether she could get into the car quickly! She held the door remote in her hand and steeling herself, she took off as fast as high heels would allow, making a beeline for the car.

As she ran, she could feel the rain drops pelting her face and hair and she could feel the dampness of her clothes as the rain soaked in. She got within a few feet of the car door, but had to run around the car parked in front of her. Then she saw it – right in front of her car door was a large puddle of water!