Free Body By Night by Zuri Day

quarters on the home front, compounded by Cassandra’s frequent male visitors. When home, her mother spent much of her time in her bedroom, and Cassandra entertained her guests upstairs. Unfortunately D’Andra’s “room” was the living room, the room one had to walk through to reach any of the others.
    Less than ten minutes after Night answered the door, she was down in his home gym, sweating.
    “Okay, you’re going to lie down, place your feet under the roller and then pull the roller up as close to your butt as you can. Like this.” Night pulled the leg weight up to demonstrate the controlled movement, deftly touched his butt with his feet and slowly brought the weight down. “Not like this.” He brought the weight up quickly, using gravitational force instead of muscle to lift the weight. “See the difference?”
    D’Andra nodded, even though for her the difference was minimal. Whether his legs moved fast or slow, Night had one of the roundest, tightest, best-shaped pair of buttocks she’d ever seen. His legs were sculptured works of art, his back a dazzling display of sinewy, rippling muscles. She could have watched him work out all day. But Night had other plans.
    “Okay, your turn.”
    D’Andra was self-conscious as she lay face down on the bench of the leg curl machine. After ogling Night’s perfect physique she was more than a little self-conscious of sticking her large gluteus maximus in the air. She did it anyway, reasoning that she didn’t have time to be shy when it came to her personal trainer. She was with Night for one reason and one reason only, to lose weight. The more she stayed focused on this and the less she focused on his ass-ets, the better off they’d both be. Sure, Night often flirted. But D’Andra knew he viewed it as harmless fun.
    “Are you going to lay there daydreaming all day, or are you going to try and work these leg muscles?” Night’s question was pointed but not said unkindly.
    “I’m sorry,” D’Andra answered. She slowly curled her legs into the air and towards her butt.
    Night studied D’Andra’s execution and her “apple” as well. For all of her excess weight, she could still make an outfit look good. Her body’s curves were in all the right places and he guessed that more men than she knew had appreciated the view as she walked past. Night was experiencing this same appreciation as D’Andra raised and lowered the cushioned bar slowly, mimicking Night’s movements and, as he’d instructed, keeping a tight hold on the hand grips.
    “Stay focused,” Night said, even as he tried to stay focused on D’Andra’s leg movements and not the large, luscious booty that tightened with each lift. “You’re almost finished, just one more set of ten. Then we’ll turn over and work on your quads.”
    As she neared the end of the third set of ten lifts, thoughts of Night’s butt had been replaced by those of the pain in her muscles. She wondered if she’d ever used these particular butt and leg muscles before.
    “…nine, ten. Okay, good. Turn over.”
    “Ooh,” D’Andra said as she sat up. “That hurt.”
    “No pain, no gain, doll,” Night answered, even after he reached down and kneaded D’Andra’s lower legs. He resisted kneading the other area he guessed was hurting.
    “Come on, let’s work those quads.”
    They did three sets of leg lifts on D’Andra’s quads, followed by sets on a leg sled, inner/outer thigh machine and lat, for her arms. By the time they got to D’Andra’s stomach, one of the areas she wanted most to firm up, she was exhausted.
    “Night, I’m tired. I don’t know if I can do the rest.”
    “That’s okay. I know you can do it. Now let’s go. Get down there and give me twenty sit ups.”
    “Twenty?! At the gym I only did ten.”
    “Yeah, but that was two days ago. Let’s push it.”
    “No,” D’Andra answered softly.
    “No, what do you mean no? You are remembering to do these every day, right?”
    “I