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Senior Year - Part 2 - The Evaluation
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Senior Year - Part 2 - The Evaluation Bridgett couldn't wait for her classes to be over the next day. All she could think about was getting to the gym to see what Mr. Dalton had in store for her. She glanced at the clock during her last class, impatiently bouncing her knee as the seconds ticked by slowly. When class was finally over, she dashed out the door and across<b> campus </font></b>to her dorm to get changed. She didn't have a whole lot of workout clothes so she picked a grey pair of track pants, a white sports bra and a pink tanktop. She grinned into the mirror...so girly. Her short, brown A-line bob wasn't long enough to put back up into a ponytail yet so she left it down but brushed it behind her ears. She hurried over to the gym and fidgeted outside on the bench while waiting for Mr. Dalton. But what if he meant to meet INside...? She went into the gym and scanned across the room. Turning back around, she almost crashed right into Mr. Dalton as he stood outside the door. He laughed and caught her, steadying her on her feet. "Well, hello to you too, Bridgett." She blushed a bright red and looked down at the ground. She giggled nervously. "Oh, Mr. D...I'm soo sorry! I can be such a klutz sometimes." "Ah, ah, ah Bridgett. First rule...think only positive thoughts about yourself. Write that down." He paused and waited for her to get out her composition book. She scribbled it down and looked up at him, squinting as the sunlight caught her eyes. When she had finished, he reached out for her hand, pulling her up to a standing position. "We're not gonna work out here today, Bridgett. I want to see how you do outside of a gym environment. Come with me." Easily holding her hand, he led the way to a nearby park that had a nature trail. "The first thing we're gonna do is go for a walk together. I'm going to push you, Bridgett, and I don't expect you to push back...do you understand?" His eyes searched hers while he waited for an answer. She nodded. "Good. Now let's go." He took off at a brisk pace down the dirt path and she found herself nearly jogging to keep up. The way she had to lengthen her stride burned through her calves and thighs up into her butt. She swung her arms and did her best to stay with him. They stayed that way for about fifteen minutes until they came to a clearing that had all sorts of outdoor exercise machines. Bridgett was out of breath and starting to sweat. She used her tanktop to wipe off her flushed face and fan herself a little. Her clammy hands had dampened her composition book. "You're doing well, Bridgett," Mr. Dalton said as he looked at her. His tone was slightly amused as if watching her break down a little was enjoyable for him. "It's no time to rest though." He stood straddled over a metal balance beam. "I want you to get down on your knees and do 10 pushups using this beam." She exhaled a big breath then walked over, getting down on her knees in front of him. She looked up at him before placing her hands on the beam and beginning to push up and down. The first three weren't that much of a struggle but the rest grew gradually harder until her muscles screamed at her on the tenth one. She grunted and groaned but finished them all. She didn't realize that Mr. Dalton had moved and was now straddling her until his hands on her shoulders startled her. She tensed up a little at his unexpected touch. "That was good, Bridgett. How did that feel for you?" She panted and answered, "Just fine," although her tone belied the struggle it had really been. He gripped her shoulders and his tone was firm. "Don't you ever lie to me, Bridgett. I won't stand for it. Now...tell me how that felt for you." She answered in an exasperated voice. "It sucked. Is that what you want to hear, Mr . D? I'm fat and it was hard for me to finish that because my upper body strength is just not there." He rubbed her shoulders and bent down to kiss her warm cheek. "You are fat now, Bridge, but you won't be for long. You are taking the necessary steps to change that and I am proud of you for finishing even though it was a struggle for you. Good girl." His words both stung like a knife being plunged into her back and comforted like a soft blanket. She'd never been talked to that way before...someone just plain out telling her she was fat to her face. She'd always been comfortable enough in her own skin that it really wasn't an issue for anybody. She was Bridgett...not "that fat chick". She felt very conflicted as she sat back on her heels, breathing heavily. He moved around to in front of her. She couldn't help but notice the bulge in his shorts and looked up at him. He smiled down at her. "I know you saw it, Bridgett. Does it shock you that I am aroused by you, even when you're hot and sweaty from working out?" She nodded. "Speak up. I want to hear you say it," he coaxed. "say 'Yes, Mr. Dalton.' " In a quiet voice, she responded, "Yes, Mr. Dalton." She shifted on her knees and realized just how wet she'd become in the last few minutes. She knew payment would be due soon and she could only speculate as to what that might entail. Mr. Dalton's voice was smooth and firm when he spoke. "I'm dying to feel your mouth on my cock, Bridgett, but it's not time for that yet. You haven't earned it and neither have I. Now get up. I want to see you touch your toes, if you can." Her insides churned at the thought of sucking him, wondering what his cock would look and taste like. She quickly stood to her feet and bent over, a little too proud that she could, in fact, touch her toes. She felt like that showed him that she did have potential and maybe wasn't quite as fat as he had made her feel just moments earlier. He stepped around behind her. "Stay down like that for a moment." His strong hands gripped her hips and she felt him grinding his hard manhood into her fleshy asscheeks. He growled low in his throat as his fingertips dug into her curves. "You like that, don't you, Bridgett? You like that you've turned me on." She answered from her bent over position, "Yes." "Yes, who?" His fingertips trailed lightly over her sex, feeling her wet heat emanating through the cloth. "Yes, Mr. Dalton." He grunted softly and released her with a sharp smack on her butt. Her hands flew back and rubbed her ass in shock. She stood and looked back at him. He grinned and showed off just how deep his dimple went. "You'd better get used to me touching you, Bridgett. Remember, your body belongs to me now and I can do with it what I'd like when I'd like. That was the agreement." "Yes, Mr. Dalton." She fidgeted with her fingers for a moment before feeling him pulling her close. His finger crooked under her chin, raising her gaze to meet his. He paused for a moment before bending over and brushing her lips with his own, kissing her gently. She responded with a light moan, barely heard. Resting his forehead against hers and cupping her cheeks in his hands, he softly spoke. "I will have you, Bridgett." She had no doubt about that whatsoever. (to be continued) |
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