Working Nights Part 1 - Sex Stories

Working Nights Part 1

Her back ached, her arms were sore, and it even hurt to sit.

"Thanks for covering for me, Maria, you can get back to it," the pretty, light-skinned girl told her.

Maria wanted to groan, but this was her first day so she forced a polite smile. "Sure, any time," she said as she got up and grabbed her mop bucket.

"Oh, one more thing," the pretty one began hesitantly, "the, uh—well you might want to start in the lady's room."

Maria hunched forward. "How bad is it?" she asked sullenly.

"It's, er... Hey, we're almost closing soon, and when we're all locked up you're free to use any of the equipment you want. I know how much you wanted to get into fitness during our interview—at least I think that was you."

"Yeah, that was me," Maria confessed. "But, well, I didn't know I'd be so tired. Jennifer, I think I'll pass tonight."

Her boss frowned. "OK, well, just let me know." She made room for Maria to pass by, but just as her new employee got near she placed a hand on her shoulder and said, "Just stick with it, we'll get you out of there in no time. And we need trainers too."

Maria perked up and spoke rapidly, "Really? But, well, I still have school during the day, and I can only work at night, and what about my accent?"

Jennifer wrinkled her forehead. "Accent?"

"Well maybe you wouldn't recognize it, but other people will."

Jennifer laughed. "I still have mine, believe me, but relax, seriously! Besides, it's your braces I'd be worried ...

... about."

"Really?" Maria said as she covered her mouth.

"Jesus, no! You have a little lisp, sure, but it's fine. Seriously don't even worry about it, nobody cares, trust me. And honestly, it's not very hard to be a trainer. Like if you get a fat guy, for instance, just tell him to stop eating cheeseburgers and he'll think you're a genius."

The dark-skinned, Latina girl tried not to laugh, but she couldn't help it. She immediately felt pain and clutched at her sides. And when Jennifer offered a comforting rub on her neck, Maria grimaced.

Jennifer relaxed her grip. "Yikes, you really should probably go and ice yourself. No seriously, you've probably gotten more of a workout than my clients."

"No, that's OK, I don't want to be any trouble, and besides—" she held up her mop "—I'll probably be awhile. I've seen the bathroom."

"You haven't seen the men's room yet," Jennifer mumbled.

Maria turned and walked away.

Her chores she found were much easier while she listened to podcasts and instructional videos by personal trainers. She pressed the little earbuds into her ears and went to work. The podcasts were easier to listen to, but not very educational. They were mostly entertaining anecdotes about unique encounters with clients. She initially skipped these but ultimately concluded that the classroom videos needed to be watched on a screen.

By the time she had defeated the ladies' locker room and was back out on the floor with her broom, Maria's optimism grew. The day was ...