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“Ms. Luthor will see you now, Ms. Fields,” a professional looking secretary says to Emily.
“Thank you.” Emily stands up and nervously straightens her outfit. Even though she has spoken to countless powerful women in her career, she still doesn’t carry herself in confidence when meeting with a potential client. Always humble regardless of her star studded clientele list.
As Emily is shown in to Ms. Luthor’s office, she is met with a picturesque view of her new home. National City’s skyline is filled with towering giants, surely filled with powerful people. The current building she was in, L-Corp, was also grouped in with that assumption. Sitting behind a sleek modern desk, was the ever beautiful and intimidating Lena Luthor. The raven haired woman definitely lived up to the “Sexiest CEO of the Year” accolade she had won the previous year, Emily couldn’t help but think. But her main objective was to get a new client, not a new conquest.
“Hi, I’m Lena Luthor. Sorry for the wait, my board meeting ran a little long. Dealing with all of those pompous men makes me want to become a private company,” the stunning CEO states. She is dressed in a tight pencil skirt with a sheer white button-up tucked in, with maybe one too many buttons undone, showing her porcelain skin and supple breasts, almost ready to overflow out of her blouse.
“Oh that’s perfectly alright. If everything goes as I want it to today, we’ll be working out all of that stress soon.” Emily silently reprimands herself, a faint pink starting to show on her face from her accidental, but sexual, comment.
Gratefully, the CEO merely smirks, not fazed by the unintentional but promiscuous comment.
“I like the way you think, Ms. Fields,” teasing the personal trainer brazenly.
“But yes, please tell me why you should be my personal trainer, although looking at your physique, I don’t think I will need much of a reason to hire you.”
Emily’s blush deepens, but takes the compliment well. She knows subconsciously that she looks good. She has a periwinkle button-up on, tucked into khakis with a brown belt. She has a pair of wingtip oxfords on, without socks, and a gold Rolex. Many a woman has complimented her when she wears far less formal outfits. Especially when she’s, well, wearing no clothes. She hands Lena her previous client list, as well as glowing recommendations from each of them. She has worked with many A-listers. Her most notable clients included Ruby Rose, Angelina Jolie, Kristen Stewart, and Emma Watson, among others.
“This is quite an impressive list, Emily,” Lena expresses. “Although I must ask, why do you not train men?”
Lena’s question is not surprising to Emily. Almost all of her clients ask her that.
“Simply put, I just know how women’s bodies work better. I know what muscles to work and how to work them. Plus, men are a terror to work with, and when I tried training them, they constantly questioned me, even though, as you said, my body provides plenty of validation for my workout methods.” It was Emily’s turn to tease her potential client.
Lena returned the jab with her signature smirk. “I see. I definitely can agree with you there, men aren’t the best clients at times. Most of the time honestly.
Well, after reviewing your impressive resume and the numerous referrals you have, I would love to be your client.”
Emily’s face lights up, grateful that her first inquiry for a job went well.
“Thank you so much Lena, uh I mean Ms. Luthor. We will have you looking and feeling the way you want in no time at all.” Emily steps up to shake her hand, and hands her a business card. “Here is my personal number. Please text or call me whenever you are ready to begin our workout sessions.”
Lena accepts the card and assures her new personal trainer that she can call her Lena, and tells her she will contact her by the end of the day to let her know when she’s available the following week, eager to begin a new workout regime with a beautiful woman.
Emily begins to walk out with a subtle skip in her step, and an obvious smile on her face. She flashes an enthusiastic smile at Lena, and is returned with another smirk followed by an elegant wave, as she watches her hew trainer leave, immensely enjoying her ass in those tight khakis. She isn’t looking for a partner in Emily, but she can certainly appreciate the view.