Dreams of a Virgin

DREAM WORKOUT

Jeff was a bit overweight. Okay, he's quite overweight. So, how could someone that heavy have that first experience? By losing weight.

I knew I needed to shed a bit of weight. I heard about this camp where I could do just that. Three months of working out and eating right.

I went there with high expectations. I quickly found that it was not as easy as it looked. From someone who ate mostly fast food, eating healthy was very hard. I never worked out, so it didn't take much to get me winded.

We had two personal trainers there, Sean and Megan. Given my needs, Megan worked with me. She was stricter, but she got results.

After the first week, we had our first weigh-in. I had only lost three pounds. Megan was upset. She worked me harder the next week.

After the second week, we had another weigh-in. I had better results, losing seven pounds. Megan still wasn't satisfied.

She made me a proposition. If I could lose ten pounds at the next weigh-in, we would have a special private one-on-one workout. I took her up on the offer.

I worked out harder than ever before. I spent many hours on the treadmill, on the bike, and lifting weights. I watched every single calorie.

After the third week, I weighed in. Megan was there to see the results. Twelve pounds. As excited as I was, I could also see a smile on Megan.

The next day, we started with a two mile run. I was sweating buckets at the end of the run. Megan just had a glisten to her.

Part two of the workout started when we returned to the camp. Megan took off her pants and lied faced down on the floor. She then told me to take off my pants. I was hesitant at first, but she's the boss.

She told me to hover over her and do fifty push-ups, so I did. With each up and down motion, I entered her rear. You'd think that the more push-ups I did, the more tired I would get. I actually got stronger the longer I went, but after number fifty, I was spent.

She gave me two extra incentives. If I lost a total of fifty pounds, there would be another one-on-one workout. At the end of the program, there was a marathon. If I finished the marathon, there would be an extra special one-on-one workout.

With incentive like that, I knew I had to do whatever it took to lose the weight and get into shape. I ran faster and at a steeper incline on the treadmill. I did more reps on the weights. I cut down the calories.

Three weeks later, I had reached that fifty pound mark. As promised, we had yet another private one-on-one workout. This time, she had me run five miles before the push-ups.

For the last five weeks, I worked on building endurance. I had a twenty-six mile race to run, and I needed to finish. I cut back on the weights and concentrated on the treadmill, bike, and Stairmaster.

At the end of the three month camp, I had lost a total of ninety-seven pounds. I went from three hundred four down to two hundred seven pounds.

A week later was the marathon. I saw Megan for the first time since leaving the camp. Now I knew I would finish this race.

The gun sounded, and I took off. I paced myself. Around the nine mile mark, I started feeling like I might not make it. Then, I thought of Megan, and I got my second wind.

I felt good until I hit mile seventeen. That's when I hit the proverbial wall. But I knew what I had waiting for me at the finish line, and I was going to finish this race, even if I had to crawl on my hands and knees.

By mile twenty-three, I was walking. My legs were rubber and on fire, but I would finish this race.

I saw the finish line. Megan was there waiting on me. When I saw her, I took that last bit of energy I had and sprinted to the finish. I crossed the line and passed out.

When I came to, Megan was standing over me. I hoped she didn't expect me to perform now. I was hardly in any condition.

Fortunately, she gave me a few days to recover. She invited me to her house for a workout that, according to her, "I would never forget".

Once I was back to one hundred percent, I took her up on the offer. I went to her house. Her assistant answered the door. She told me that Megan was waiting for me in the gym, third door down the hall on the left.

When I walked in, there she was. She was in the buff. Michelangelo couldn't have sculpted a better looking body. She told me to join her. By that, she meant for me to take my clothes off. As I said before, she's the boss.

She walked over to the ab straps, placed her arms in them, and pulled herself up. She spread her legs. She told me to come over and do fifty pelvic thrusts.

When I came into the house, I had a limp rope. Seeing her in that position, though, I now had a weight bar.

After the fifty thrusts, she was just warmed up. She took me to the inversion table. She set me on it. I hooked my legs in. She took a running leap onto me. We were upside down now. I started doing more pelvis thrusts.

After a few minutes, the workout was over. Too bad this was the last I would see of Megan.

I considered putting the weight back on so I would have to go back. I decided against it. I knew that I wouldn't get the same treatment from her the second time.