Cheating Erotic Flash Fiction

Alex’s hands on her body are always professional. Mostly. Kathy’s starting to lose track of where the workout ends and something else begins

Personal Trainer Part 3: Awakening Desires, by Mia Sumner

Kathy woke early, an instant awareness that didn’t allow for a return to the comfort of sleep. Next to her in the bed, Richard snored, comfortable and oblivious. She glanced at her phone as she sat up and swung out of bed. The appointment notification stared back at her almost in accusation. There was still time to cancel, she thought as she pulled her panties on, but no Richard had paid for these sessions and the exercise was exactly what she needed.

The world was gray in the predawn light as she arrived at the gym. The keypad blinked green as she pressed her 24/7 access card to it. Most of the lights in the building were off, this felt, almost wrong to Kathy, like she was sneaking into a forbidden place rather than a simple appointment. She brushed the thought aside. Richard might still be sleeping at home, but this was his present to her and Alex was a professional trainer.

There was no one behind the desk in the empty, sterile entrance hall, it was too early for that yet, the signs were easy to follow though. She walked straight through to the gym, itself also almost empty except for someone off in the far corner using a weight machine. Alex was there too, dressed in tight gym clothes, her posture upright, her gaze snapping to Kathy the moment she walked into the gym. Alex’s smile was brief and businesslike. Kathy smoothed a frown from her face at the odd sense of disappointment in her stomach. Had she been hoping for more?…

Alex’s hands on her shoulders. The tape measure around her thigh. Kathy’s trying to remember the last time she felt this alive. This wanted. This wet.

Personal Trainer Part 2: The Trainer, by Mia Sumner

“Tough day babe?” Richard glanced up from his ever-present phone long enough to meet Kathy’s eyes across the dinner table. She gave him a small smile, feeling the tightness across her neck that lingered from work. Before she could even respond though, his eyes wandered back to the phone. Kathy waited for the follow-up question. There was always supposed to be one after “tough day,” some small proof that he wanted the answer. Richard’s thumb moved across the phone screen instead.

“I’ve got something for you.” He kept talking even as his fingers flicked across the glowing screen. “All this stress, you need something for yourself, and she’s excellent, I did my research. One of the partners at work swears by her. Executive clientele, private sessions, all very efficient.”

Kathy frowned, not entirely sure what Richard was talking about. She was about to ask, when Richard slid a card across the table towards her, his eyes still glued to his phone. Kathy reached for the card, her hand touch Richard’s briefly.

“Oh, thanks, that’s so thoughtful.” She said, recognizing the tone as the same one she used for difficult colleagues at work. She stared at the business card in her hand, it said: Alexandra Moore. Performance and Conditioning…

Some celebrations are private. Kathy’s takes place in a darkened bedroom, with a glass of wine still warm in her chest and her husband none the wiser.

Personal Trainer Part 1: Kathy’s Corporate Cage, by Mia Sumner

So this is success, Kathy Williams thought to herself. The crystal award felt cold and impersonal in her hands, the weight of it a poor substitute for the warmth she found herself increasingly craving. Cradling it in her arm, she snagged a glass of champagne from a passing waiter, but the bubbles did little to lift the leaden feeling in her chest.

Recognition of her achievements from her colleagues should feel better than this, shouldn’t it? This was what she’d spend the last ten years working towards, and now it seemed… pointless. What did she have to show for it? This tacky looking trophy and a husband who didn’t seem to notice when she stayed late at the office.

Operating on automatic, Kathy circulated amongst the crowd of co-workers, a fake smile plastered on her lips and exchanging meaningless pleasantries as her mind wandered.

A hand slipped under her arm and Kathy broke out of her reverie as Melanie Thompson pulled her away from the latest conversation, a smile on her face…