My Girlfriend Hired a Male Trainer

My girlfriend of not too long had become obsessed with fitness and even hired a male personal trainer.

I saw the pictures she posted on social media. In them, the male trainer was gripping her legs, pressing them forcefully downward, his face practically pressed against her body.

I was furious and called her.

"Emma, couldn't you have found a female trainer for your workouts? Did it absolutely have to be a man?"

She was completely unapologetic on the phone. "Ryan, you're being so old-fashioned. What era are you living in? Having a male coach is perfectly normal."

"Besides, Jason is the best trainer at the entire club. Who else would I go to?"

Hearing her say that, I didn't argue further.

Instead, after hanging up, I immediately called another woman.

"Ava, I need a model for a project. Can you come? The pay is good."

Not long after, a woman with a stunning figure arrived at my studio.

"Ryan, what made you think of using me this time? I've been begging you for work before, and you never agreed!"

I smiled. "It's been a long time since I've painted a figure study. Besides, we know each other too well. I'd feel awkward painting you."

Ava laughed too. "It's just work. There's nothing to feel awkward about."

"I'm a professional model. You're a renowned painter. That's all. Nothing messy about it."

I nodded. "Right. You're correct. I was overthinking it."

Ava asked straightforwardly, "How do you want me? Clothed or not?"

"Not," I said decisively. "But not completely."

Then, following my instructions, Ava turned sideways in the play of light and shadow, striking a seductive pose. Her clothing covered what needed covering and revealed what didn't, aiming for a look that was alluring yet subtly artistic.

She was a true professional. Even though I'd seen plenty of figure models during my student days, I still felt a bit unsettled.

I gathered my focus and began working busily on the canvas with my brush.

The work was halfway done when Emma returned.

Seeing the scene in the studio, she immediately shrieked, "What are you two doing?!"

I didn't stop working, just glanced at her and said calmly, "Working, of course."

Ava, demonstrating strong professionalism, remained perfectly still as I hadn't instructed her to move.

Emma said angrily, "Ryan, do you absolutely have to use a female model for your painting? Couldn't a male model work?"

I chuckled, mimicking her earlier tone. "Emma, you're being so old-fashioned. What era are you living in? Having a female model is perfectly normal."