Linking Demon Pt 08

Liam spent the next few hours on various equipment at the gym. He knew most of the regulars there now and would stop between stints on the equipment to chat. As he was completing his usual routine and starting his 'warm down' regime, a new girl appeared who he hadn't seen before. It was evident that a lot of the other men there hadn't seen her either, as the majority were visually stripping her, with their eager eyes. 'And no wonder,' thought Liam. He had not seen lycra so nicely filled in a while. The body gripping material leaving very little to the imagination, such that it was just like another layer of skin. Her perfect behind bounced up and down as she jogged on the running machine. Her toned long legs easily coping with the task she was setting them. Her breasts had taken on the same rhythm as her buttocks and bounced along as she got into her stride. Her auburn hair was in a pony tail, which swished from side to side as she ran. With music playing through her air pods she seemed oblivious of the attention she was getting. Liam realised he was as guilty as the other men in admiring the perfectly designed and manufactured female chassis before him, so he purposefully climbed onto one of the rowing machines that meant he had his back to her.

He spent the next 10 minutes gradually bringing his body down from the intensive work out that he had just given it and checked his 'fit bit'. He had completed his two-hour session. Stopping his music, he sat for a while on the rower, drying the sweat on his body. He took a swig of water, then checked his pulse on the watch-shaped device. As he was doing so, the long lithe legs of the young woman came into view as she stood beside him. "Sorry to bother you," she said with a voice as soft and smooth as melted chocolate, deep for a woman; melodious. He looked slowly upwards. Making sure his eyes contacted hers, rather than any other parts of her anatomy.

"Yes, how can I help?" His relaxed smile seemed to put the young woman at her ease.

"Sorry," she said again. "This is my first time at this gym. The guy that was supposed to be doing the induction has gone off sick. As I turned up anyway, they have allowed me to use the equipment that I have used in the past, but there are a couple of pieces that I want to try that I haven't used before. I wondered if you wouldn't mind showing me? I can see that you have been using the machines for some time." Her eyes blatantly ran over his body, making Liam more than a little self-conscious. "If I'm interrupting your work out, then please just tell me to bugger off!"

Liam laughed, making the young girl smile. "Always willing to help a lady in distress." He said getting up from the rower. "I have just finished my work out for tonight anyway. So, what did you want to use?"

"Well, the stepping machine and the thigh press. I want to work on my hips and bum tonight."

"Ok," said Liam, making sure that he did not fall into the trap by allowing his eyes to appraise her tightly clad arse. He had had a pretty good look when she was on the running machine anyway. "So, have you 'warmed up' first? What have you been on so far?"

"Yep, done all my stretches and have spent 20 mins on the runner."

"Ok then. This is how you set up this machine." Liam said moving to the 'stepper'. "Have you ever used one before?"

"Nope, never. But they say climbing stairs is really good for the thighs."

"It is...but this is more like climbing a ladder... You will find it a little more intense."

"Ohhh goody..."

He laughed again, instantly liking this girl. "My name's Liam but the way." He held out his hand to her.

"Hello Liam. I'm Natasha. Don't mind Tasha or Tash, hate Nat."

"I rather like Natasha." He said in his relaxed way. Makes me think of a sexy Russian spy. You're, not are you?"

She laughed at him. "Thanks for the compliment. But no, I'm not a spy, I'm not Russian, that I know off, and as for sexy...in this gear...I don't think so. But I like that you like Natasha."

"Well Natasha. These are the basics on this machine. This is how you adjust the step height. This is how you adjust the hand-holds. This is the resistance and this the time. As you are holding onto the bars here, it will measure your heart-beat too. Now easiest thing to do is think of yourself walking on your toes rather that the soles of your feet. Don't wait for one of the steps to hit the stop. Before you use the other one, just keep moving until you have a rhythm going. It will feel awkward at first. I have set it up based on your height and weight, you should find it comfortable. Just get on and try, we can adjust it if need be?"

"Well that's clever, how do you know my height and weight, we've only just met?"

"Guessed. 5'.5"/5'.6" and about 112 pounds."

"Umm. I would say that Liam has been studying Natasha a little too closely." She smiled at him warmly. "114 pounds actually and you are spot on with the height. How did you do that?"

"Occasionally I help the gym out in doing inductions, and some personal training."

"Ohh, in that case, you were cheating."

He smiled at her, "Go on, step onto the machine, reach for the handles and let me know if you are comfortable, I have set the resistance to low until you get used to it."

Natasha stepped on to the equipment. Very quickly getting into a good rhythm. Liam leant across and dialled in a little more resistance. "There," he said. "That is a good starting place. If you remember those settings for next time." He stopped to watch the woman as she operated the machine. After a while he said, "Your form is very good."

"Why thank you sir," Natasha puffed in response, already beginning to feel the burn; "though how you can tell when it is covered in lycra I don't know. Unless your personal training goes a little deeper?"

Liam blushed. "That is technique. Your technique is very good Natasha."

"Ooops." She laughed making no apology. "Ok, I've got this one. Let's try the thigh press. I'm conscious that you probably need to be getting off home?"

Liam looked at his watch. "Ok," he said moving over to that bit of kit and waiting for Natasha to walk over. She had grabbed a towel and her water, and had pulled the zip down on the front of her lycra top, to just show some cleavage. Her breasts, squashed tightly by the material, were none-the-less of a reasonable size. She stood by Liam. "So, what do we do with this instrument of torture?"

"Probably best if I show you." He sat down on the device. "This is much simpler, but you must get the weight and 'stops', in the right position, otherwise you can do yourself an injury. Firstly, set the weight onto the lightest, then put your knees against the pad and push outwards. Get a feel for whether this is too easy or just right. Adjust the weight accordingly. As with all exercise, if you want to gain muscle bulk, then heavy weights, with minimal reps., if you want toned muscle, then minimum weights, but maximum reps. But I'm sure you know that."

"Natasha smiled at Liam as she closely watched him on the thigh press. "To be honest, I didn't know that. So, thanks for the expert advice."

"Hardly an expert, but the advice is sound. This exercise is not only good for the quads, but also the adductors, specifically the Gracilis and Longus."

"Bless you." Tasha laughed at her own joke."

Liam carried on, "Now, for the exterior part of your thigh and your glutes, swap the pads to the inside of your legs. Now this is where you need to set the stops, and be careful of the weight, otherwise, unless you are capable of doing the splits before, you will certainly be capable afterwards!" They both laughed as he showed her what to do. "This exercise is good for the Sartorius, the Rectus and the Tensor fasciae latae, as well as your gluteus medius."

"Hey," she said, that's the second time you've mentioned about exercising my bum, are you saying it looks big in this?" She turned around to show him.

Liam just laughed, without really looking, saying. "It would be unprofessional to comment. Now, your turn."

"You really do know your stuff don't you. And you said you do some personal training for the gym too?"

"I do when I have time yes. They put me through some courses, but have pursued the physio stuff myself, along with injury management and nutrition. Picked that up whilst playing rugby."

"He plays rugby too! I love rugby. Where do you play? Maybe I'll come to your next match!"

Liam looked at his watch again. "So, knees inside the pads first off and push outwards. Hold onto the hand holds as they help you to maintain the correct posture. That's good. Are you comfortable with the weight?

"Bit easy really. Can you up it for me?"

Liam dropped on a couple of extra weights. "Ok, try that?"

"Oh yes, I can feel that."

"OK. When you stop to change position, this lever here," he pointed at the bar between her legs, "locks the weights in place so that they do not smash down on themselves, potentially breaking the machine. Now let's try with the pads on the inside of your thighs. This is where it is really important to have done your stretches otherwise you will strain your Semitendindosus."

"Oooh, sounds painful!" Natasha giggled. Then proceeded to let the machine pull apart her thighs, before she exerted pressure and pushed them together.

"See what I mean about it being important to have the stops in the right position, otherwise it could be painful. Ok, do a few more."

Natasha did a few more reps then broke out in a smile. "Is Liam watching my 'form again, really closely."

"Liam is yes," said Liam. "It is important that Liam watches closely."

"And why is that? Does Liam perhaps like my 'form', particularly in lycra?"

"No," said Liam, that is not why I am looking closely. I have trained you on this bit of kit. So it is important to me that you don't hurt yourself, and that you use the equipment properly."

"Oh," she said, pouting a little dejectedly.

"Look Natasha. I'm running a little late. Sorry to cut and run, but is there anything else you want me to show you?"

"Hey, don't apologise. Like I said, you could have told me to bugger off. You've been really kind, and very professional a girl like me really appreciates that. You said that you are here most nights yes?"

"Yep, most nights from about 20:00, usually for 3 hours."

"3 hours a night. That is dedication. Still, I can't say it is doing you any harm. Quite the reverse in fact. And I should know, as I was checking your 'form' too. Only fair right?"

Liam smiled. "Well, maybe I'll see you about Natasha?"

"You will I'm sure." She replied with conviction. "See you Liam."

Liam headed for the locker rooms, grabbed his towel and body wash and headed for the shower. He loved the way the hot water relieved the tension in his muscles, created by his intensive work outs. So, he stayed beneath the soothing jets whilst he thought about Natasha. 'What a lovely girl, pleasant, warm and friendly and seemed very bubbly. If he were to place her, he would say her dusky skin colour was Latina in nature, but that was a guess. Maybe he would get the time to ask?'

Drying himself down at his locker, he then put on his clothes, collected his things together and picked up his phone, he was about to send a message to his mother, saying that he was on his way, when he saw the 4 messages, she had sent him previously. He also saw 7 messages from an unknown number. He opened the thread from his mum first.

'X. Liam, never forget a kiss for mum!' Liam smiled.

'Diner will be ready for 6.00. X.'

'Oh, I gave your number to Izzy, did she phone you? X.'

'Oh, so he doesn't reply to his mother then? (Pouting lips emoji). Dinner is ready, where are you? X.'

He sent his message, 'On way back. X.' Then moved onto the unknown number. The messages that were sent were image files. He opened the first. It was a picture of a woman's thigh, clad in a black stocking. The picture covered the woman's knee to just above the stocking top. Liam whistled to himself and opened up another, it was a picture of her other leg. It was equally clad in a black stocking, but this one was more of a close up on the stocking top, naked thigh above the stocking top and showed the suspender strap too. The lacework looked expensive and tasteful. "Some poor unfortunate's wife is sending me pictures by mistake." He said to the empty locker room.

His finger hovered over the next image, he debated whether he should open it or just delete it. But his male curiosity got the better of him. To be fair, he was hooked by the first picture. He loved stockings on toned female legs. He touched the file opening it. This concentrated on a cleavage. The same woman's presumably as she was wearing a black bra. The delightful valley between the squashed orbs of alabaster held his eyes for a long time. He could feel his cock rising in appreciation of the pictures too.

The fourth image was a zoomed-out version showing both large breasts, securely fastened within the black bra. The fifth picture he never got to open, as a couple of guys came into the locker room. He put his phone away, packed up his things and left. The journey home was filled with thoughts of Natasha and of the mystery woman, who had sent him the pictures in error, the husband or lover of whom, he was sure would be a little pissed off at not having received them himself. Liam chuckled, 'His loss is my gain.' Whether to keep or delete the pictures was the matter in question now. He knew what the right thing to do was...but...

Walking in the front door, he could hear that the television was still on, so he stuck his head into the lounge. "Still watching. You'll get square eyes!"

"Oh, hello darling, didn't hear you come in. Yeah, just waiting for you to come in really, though it did hook me a little. It's about the Amazon rain forest. How was tonight?"

"Was OK. Usual crowd, though I met a new girl. Her name is Natasha. Not sure how old she is, but would guess at my age. Really nice, chatty and giggly. I showed her how to use some of the kit. Think she might be back tomorrow. But we'll see."

"Wow, that sounds promising. Tell me more?"

"Promising? Promising for what? Look I'm a bit tired. If you don't mind, can we discuss in the morning?"

"Promising as in girlfriend material you idiot! Sure we can, but don't think that I will forget, cause I won't."

Liam smiled and leant over the back of the sofa to kiss his mum on the top of the head. "Night."

"Night Liam." Charlotte continued to watch her programme as he went up to bed.