Seanday Bonus: Cross Trainers

I sat down to take a break and grab water. It had been a shit day; it was cardio and was dead boring. Most of the day’s clients were new starters--just like every New Year.

"So how's it going Kurt?" I asked my workmate as he dropped heavily onto the bench next to me.

"Fucking awesome," he replied in a sarcastic tone.

"Huh, can't be any worse than these newbie’s I'm showing around."

He didn't reply, just scratched his head. I glanced sideways as his impressive bicep swelled.

I offered Kurt a bottle of water, and he thanked me with a nod. "It's been a long day," he muttered under his breath.

The gym had seen a real mix of people today; I looked over to where Kurt's client was resting. A hot blonde looked over, her leotard hugging every inch of her curvaceous body. Something stirred in my shorts, and I gasped having to lean forward on my knees. Blushing I looked over at the blonde again, but realised she was watching Kurt.

Elbowing Kurt I nodded towards the blonde. "Yeah, she's been wanting to get in my shorts all evening," he snorted. "I don't even want to repeat what she's been suggesting, but you know girls don't interest me."

I chuckled. "Yeah I can guess..." I looked over at Kurt, but he wasn't listening. He had his eyes fixed on one of my clients: a young guy on the treadmill, a lean fit body with cool blue eyes and just the hint of a scruffy beard. "That's Kevin one of my regulars, bad news Kurt you're not his type."

Kurt let out a low breathy growl. "Bet you are though," he whispered adjusting his shorts. I said nothing watching the blonde drinking some water.

I looked at my watch, fifteen minutes left on the break. I grabbed Kurt's arm. "Come on, I want to talk to you in private," I muttered in his ear and pulled him towards the staff room.

Stabbing the code into the keypad the door to the staff room opened with a buzz, Kurt followed me in. "What do you want to talk to me about," Kurt asked abruptly.

Walking along the ten or so lockers I studied their contents: some were empty, staff that was working today. Hanging up in the other lockers were full length bodysuits: male, female, muscular and toned, but everyone of them perfect. The company supplied these 'uniforms' for all their staff. If a personal trainer were to leave the company a new employee would take over that identity ensuring the client remained happy. Clearly non disclosure agreements were signed to ensure this never hit the headlines, but also in the agreements were that staff always used the same identities. This allowed management to identify the staff, and ensure some kind of responsibility to the clients.

I pulled at my cheek; the skin stretched and snapped back when I let it go. "Wanna swap?"

A grin creased Kurt's face: he knew exactly what I was suggesting, and was already pulling off his red polo shirt. I blinked taking in his huge frame, with broad shoulders. He bent down to unlace his trainers, and his back spread like wings. I'd often seen Kurt hanging up in the lockers, even empty it was an impressive sight with thick heavy pecs covered in bristly short hair. "Well?" He asked looking at me completely naked, I shook my head and started to pull my own clothes off.

'James' the identity I'd been assigned was handsome, I won't deny that, but he was tight, lean and less intimidating. We stood there looking at each other for a moment; we both knew if we were caught it was instant dismissal.

Kurt stuck his fingers in his mouth and pulled, his face stretched and contorted as he pulled his gaping mouth backwards. A young black face appeared I knew little about him only that he was a high school football player out to make some extra money.

I stuck my fingers in my mouth, and followed Kurt's lead shucking the James bodysuit I was wearing. He stood there waiting; a naturally muscular teenager and I wondered for a moment what it would be like to be this college jock.

He held out Kurt's suit, and I exchanged it with James's suit. There was no hesitation as he pulled open its mouth and started forcing his substantial body inside the identity I'd been using for the past three years. He let out a low groan again as he struggled pulling the suit over his upper torso.

In my hand, the face of Kurt looked up at me: cool emotionless grey eyes, with a stubbly beard and short hair. I pulled open its mouth and pushed a foot down its throat. I hopped a couple of times getting my balance as my foot found its way into Kurt's. I made quick progress with the other foot and pulled the suit up under my arms. The suits strength and stamina was already starting to course through my body as I pushed my arms inside Kurt's. I looked at my hands, and balled them into fists, flexing I admired Kurt's biceps.

I turned to see James swallow up the last of the high school football player. "You'd better hurry up and finish, breaks almost over," James smirked pulling on the clothes I was wearing earlier and leaving the staff room.

All that remained was to pull Kurt's face over my own. I closed my eyes and pulled it into place. My hands pushed all his features into mine, the stubble on my new face prickling and tingling under my touch. I was all Kurt, the memories were all mine. Opening my eyes, I stared at the mirror, that empty suit I'd admired so many times; it was mine now.

I pulled on Kurt's clothes; long shorts and the red polo, his name embroidered on the chest. As I left the room one of the managers stopped me, and pushed me to a wall. "Jordan," he whispered under his breath--I smiled he'd used the name of the black football player that normally wore the Kurt suit.

"Yeah boss?"

"Can you lock up tonight?"

I looked over at the wall clock, there was about an hour left. "Yeah, I'll get James to help me," I replied. He nodded and handed me the keys and left.

Back in the gym it was getting quiet, only a few people remained. With a confident gait, I walked over to James who was talking and laughing with the young guy on the treadmill. "Need you to help me lock up tonight," I told James and he nodded. He glanced around and whispered something to the young guy, and they headed off to the massage rooms.

Signing a client out, I checked the log book and grinned as I locked the front door. Casually I walked back into the gym stretching and rolling my shoulders. The blonde was still sitting on the bench; I smiled widely flicking an eyebrow. I stood above her, hands on hips and looked down at her with Kurt's cool grey eyes and she licked her lips.

She slowly got to her feet, her head reaching my chin. Biting her lip she traced a finger down my pecs and abs. She took a step forward, and I let out a grunt as I felt her gently squeeze my balls. "Can I help you with some one-on-one cardio?" I asked.

She smiled, and I put an arm around her waist and took her to the steam rooms. This is much more my style I thought to myself; perhaps I'll suggest a permanent exchange with Jordan later.