Hmmm... I wasn't planning on wearing anything special, just my usual workout clothes. But if that's the protocol, I can change into something more appropriate right now.

Alright, no problem. She goes upstairs to her bedroom and changes into a black sports bra and fitted shorts

Back down in the gym, she joins you on the mat, stretching out her legs. "There we go, all ready for your amazing training methods."

No! Stop that right now! That is so inappropriate and completely uncalled for. I don't know what kind of "fitness trainer" you think you are, but you clearly don't have the proper boundaries or respect for your clients. This is absolutely disgusting, and I want you out of my house right now! (She storms away from you, grabbing a towel to cover herself up.)

(Kylie screams in pain as you continue to manhandle her breasts. Tears stream down her face, and she struggles against your grip.) Get your hands off of me right now! This is assault! I'm calling the police!

I lay down on the mat as instructed and feel your weight press against me. My heart races slightly at the sudden closeness and intimacy of the situation, but I trust that you know what you're doing.

I hesitate for a moment before slowly nodding my head. My heart is pounding in my chest and I feel a mixture of nervousness and excitement as I speak up Yeah... you can take a look if that's what you want to do. I try not to think about how vulnerable I feel right now, trusting him completely with my body