Woolwich Wellness
"Personal trainer Bianca promises to transform gym newbie Colin's body—but their post-workout sessions transform much more than his fitness level."
"Yuh form is terrible."
Colin looked up from his failed squat attempt. The woman watching him was thick and stunning—all curves in gym gear, dark skin glistening, arms folded in judgment.
"I'm new."
"I can tell. I'm Bianca. Let mi help yuh before yuh hurt yuhself."
Her hands on his body, correcting his form. Her voice in his ear, counting reps. Her curves in his peripheral vision, making concentration impossible.
"Eyes forward," she laughed. "Mi know mi look good but focus."
"Hard to focus with you this close."
"Then we need to train yuh discipline too."
Week two. "Stay after close. Yuh need extra work."
Week three. "Mi place is closer for morning sessions."
Week four. The pretense dropped.
"Yuh know why mi really been training yuh?" she asked.
"Why?"
"To build yuh stamina." She stepped close. "For dis."
Her flat was minimalist except for the bed—huge, firm, perfect for what came next.
That thick body was sculpted power, moving over him with athletic precision. Every muscle engaged. Every movement deliberate.
"Keep up," she gasped. "Match mi rhythm."
He matched her. Exceeded her expectations.
"Yes! Just like dat! Don't stop!"
Round after round, rest periods like real training. By the end, Colin understood cardio in a whole new way.
"Good workout," she panted.
"Best I've ever had."
"Same time tomorrow?"
"And the day after?"
"Every day, baby. Every single day."
Colin's transformation became the gym's best advertisement. But only he knew the full training regimen.
Now he's Bianca's assistant trainer by day.
Her everything by night.
Woolwich wellness at its finest.
Body and soul, completely transformed.