Post by JACKSON CAMDEN COOK on Oct 16, 2011 15:51:20 GMT -8
Another day, another dime.
Jackson was in the gym, having just finished up his own work out the morning was still early, but he was waiting on a new client. Some A-List celebrity that had been recommended to him through a friend of a friend who had connections from someone else. He would have to be stupid not to leap at the chance, once he had validated the authenticity of it all.
Going through the right procedures to secure an appointment with her manager of course. Apparently even those at the top needed to stay in shape but he was pretty sure that they would have their own trainers to take are of their physical fitness – turns out this particular starlet hated to exercise, or so he had been warned.
Seda Torres. Of course Jackson had seen a few of her movies, the big blockbuster hits that had broke the bank on the big screen, her face was everywhere on the internet, on T.V….even in magazines. She was generally every guy with a hormone imbalance (that would be every male’s) wet dream, and here he was about to try and get her in shape for what ever reason.
While he wanted to get her in here, and see how good of shape she already was in – today was mostly an observant one. He needed to know if she wanted to build stamina, or loose a couple pounce, or just improve her over all health. There were also a few questions he needed answered as well concerning her everyday routine, like what she ate, how active her life style was…so on. Just to be informed and to build an accurate plan that would help her.
Currently though he was spotting for a good gym buddy, as he finished out his rep on the incline bench. “Come on man, you got this, two more,” Jackson pushed out the encouragement, the way on either side of the bar making the guys arm shake, he needed it. His hands hovered just under it, ready to catch it. Following it up and then back down, “one more…”
Again followed the motion, and when the bar came up his fingers curled around the cool steel he guided it back, “and finished.”
With a laugh, he slapped a hand to the guy’s weary shoulders his amusement still sounding off as he walked around, listening to him sort of groan at the action. This was all to sort of waste time until his new client showed up, some how this just promised to be an interesting day.