Free Trained for Milking by Mandoline Creme Page A

then.” With that, he melted his
hard gaze into a friendly smile, and slapped me on the shoulder.
“What do you say? Ready to do this?”
    What other option
is there? I need that job. My
own smile was weak, but I nodded.
    “ Alright,
I'll give it everything I've got. I'm ready to change my body.”
    If
only I'd known, back then, how much change was really in store.

    ****

    We
began immediately.
    I
wore some sweat pants, and a tank top, and both were quickly soaked
with my sweat. Drake had me jumping onto boxes, squatting with a
weight in my hands, and finally running on a tread mill.
    Every
time I did anything, he was there, close to my ear, telling me to
work harder, push harder, to keep going. His scent, his energy, it
was intoxicating. It was also a little distracting, but with how
tired I was, I soon ignored how he made my heart pound, since the
exercises were doing so even harder.
    I
didn't know how long we had been at it, but Drake finally guided me
over to a chair beside a small drink bar. Wiping my face with a
towel, I watched curiously as he blended up something in a machine,
handing me a large cup moments later.
    “ Drink
up,” he instructed, and I sniffed the liquid uneasily.
    “ Do
I have to? I'm trying to lose weight, what's in this stuff?” It looked thick, and smelled
like vanilla.
    Drake
seemed less than impressed by my hesitancy, and he came and sat
beside me at the table. “Freya, do you trust me?”
    “ Uh,”
I started, unsure why he was suddenly so intense. “I mean, I
guess I do--”
    “ Do
you think you know more than me about getting results?”
    “ No,
I--”
    “ Then,”
he smiled, a soft gesture in contrast to his brisk words, “listen
to me, and drink that shake. You need what's in there, you're going to drink one of these after every work
out. All of it, every sip, and quickly.”
    I
wondered what he would have done if I didn't. If I, on a lark, had
walked away and challenged his authority. For a long moment, we
stared each other down.
    In
the end, I drank the shake.
    “ Good
girl,” he beamed, and his compliment made me blush. The shake
was tasty, surprisingly. Like sweet cream and hazelnuts. I drained it
all down, my stomach aching from the abrupt fullness. But, after
exerting myself, I had to admit I felt very relaxed. So relaxed, I
could have taken a nap right there.
    “ That
wasn't bad at all,” I said.
    “ I
knew you'd like it. So,” he stood up and dusted off his palms.
“See you tomorrow, bright and early.”
    There
was no time to argue, Drake saluted me and walked off, leaving me to
ponder if this whole situation might, eventually, get me what I was
aiming for.

    ****

    That
night, my dreams were strange.
    I
couldn't have explained them, but I was rolling around in thick
liquid, warm and sultry. It coated my body, made my skin slick.
Everything felt amazing, every inch of my body tingled, and without a
thought I rubbed my hands across the hard nipples on my chest.
    Between
my thighs, I was already dripping. It was no surprise when I woke up,
fingers buried in my panties and my sheets soaked in sweat.
    I
didn't recall ever having a wet dream before. I had to admit, it was
sort of nice, waking up and just feeling incredibly sexy and aroused.
    Without
pause, I rolled my fingers over my already swollen clit, bringing
myself to an incredibly fast orgasm. My muscles tensed, my hand
slippery with my juices.
    Like
in the dream, my nipples felt tender and delicious, harder than ever
before. Twisting them lightly, I arched into another burst of
pleasure, wondering if I could actually get myself off again. I
didn't have a chance to experiment, my phone suddenly buzzed, pulling
me reluctantly from my bliss.
    One
glance at the time, and I knew who was calling; Drake. I was late for
my work out.
    Flushed,
I didn't answer the call, I just hurried out of bed and threw on some
yoga pants that seemed a bit tighter than I remembered. My sports bra
was confining, as well, rubbing my