The Knock-Out Gym I.

"Knock-Out" Gym

I run, do yoga, and push waits routinely.   As a model and actress who tend to show quite a bit of skin, keeping fit is part of my job.  I wanted to try something different though, and that was why I visited this exclusive gym.  

The gym was known to offer a unique combination of coached free weight training and bespoke set of program to suit the clients` need.  It was established by an ex boxing champion. 

It had great reputation for being able to fulfill anyone's dream. 

In the swanky building, I was greeted by the gym's manager Mack, who explained to me the philosophy behind their offering, and who walked thru with me to build the most appropriate program that will suit my requirements.  He agreed, if I was asking for it, I should try something that will push my limits hard.     

 

Once we put my program together, Mack smiled and said, "Hitomi.  I hope you will be satisfied with this, but if you need more, let us know.  We will bend over backwards to satisfy you.   Mack then said it is their tradition to give each client's course a unique name.    "We should call your course, "Weight and Box - Super Masochist ".  

We both started laughing but agreed that this was an apt name. 

In a completely private gym area, with me as the only client, A young female coach took me thru the free weight routine.   She stood by me and gave me convincing and effective instruction on the "Correct" free and self-weight training.  

She watched over and corrected me, but midway, she was called on an errand and left me alone in the gym.   I had noticed then that the lights in the gym had become slightly dim.   The gym, though being part of an exclusive expensive club looked a bit run down, with stains on the fall and floor.  The equipment around me were sufficient but were also a bit weathered. 

"So how's the weight dear? Shall I put more on for you??"  suddenly a booming voice yelled at me with a cocky tone.   Stunned, I looked up from the weight bench and saw a well built man in shorts was standing right by me.  He was looking up and down my body rudely.  (Is he a staff or another client?) I wondered, though a bit annoyed by his attitude.  

"you look a bit upset... come on, just concentrate on the weights, otherwise you would hurt yourself."    By that time, I was pushing a set of weights as heavy as I could lift.   I had to push really hard to get the bar back to the catch as the may was breaking my concentration.   Exhaling all remaining air in my lungs, I lifted the weight hard.  With that much stress, I could not stop emitting a cry as I pushed the weight back.  

"HUAAAA! ....Ahhhhagh!"  

Just about when I got the bar back to its resting position, the man rubbed up my inner thigh with his finger tip!  The bar lost balance in my hands and almost came down on my chest, if the man did not grab the center with his other hand, and so lightly lifted it off from me, putting it back on the bench.    

I was embarrassed and angry. I knew I should have been staring at him so hard. 

"Haha, that's the spirit!  Come box with me little girl.   I will reduce you to pulp!"  

Ok, he is the coach.   His attitude was appalling, which fueled my anger even more. 

I donned a pair of boxing gloves and faced him on the ring.  "Come on kitten, bring on all you got."  He sounded so cocky.   I've been shadow boxing in other gyms so I was not a stranger to throwing punches.    

"You will regret this!"  Shouting at him, with resolve to land my best punch on his tattoo covered torso, I rushed towards him.  

I thought I got him. 

He seemed slow to react. 

In my mind I imagined my glove crashing in to his muscular build.  

I was so wrong....

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Concept, Text, Photos, Actress - Hitomi Kotani (hitomi jinx)

Actor - My Alt-s.