Neighbors Ch. 07

Amber watched me finish, then told me to do the dishes and wash up while she watched TV. When I finished she told me I could join her on the couch, which I did eagerly.

As before, she turned sideways and put her bare feet in my lap. I quickly picked up one delicate foot and began to massage it gently.

I saw she had put on the same drama she had been watching and we watched an episode in relative silence, broken only by her slight moans of appreciation as I worked on her feet.

I couldn't stop thinking about Sarah coming over that morning, and what Amber might have told her. I wasn't sure if I would be able to look her in the eye next time if she knew our arrangement. Yet a very small part of me wondered what it would be like if she knew - after all, she had my Venmo address and had already showed she was fine to use it. I wondered how long I would be able to last, used like a personal ATM machine to two women who clearly enjoyed having a good time. Finally I couldn't take the uncertainty and decided to ask.

"Um, miss Amber..." I stammered, unsure how to bring this topic up.

She hit pause on her show and turned to look at me, one eye brow raised questioningly.

"Um...your friend, Sarah...you know she friended me on Venmo, and asked me for money last night, right?"

Amber nodded, the hint of a smile on her lips.

"Ah...I was wondering...what you told her, about us I mean."

Amber's mouth turned upwards to a full grin.

"Why? Would you be embarrassed if she knew you were my personal piggy bank?"

"Yes!" I exclaimed, my face turning bright red.

Amber laughed and patted me on my cheek affectionately.

"Aww..don't worry. Your secret is safe with me. For now." She gave me a wink as she said that and I shivered.

"In fact, she did ask me why you were doing all of these things for me. I covered for you and just said you were a really nice guy and knew I didn't have a mower or yard tools, so you were helping me out a bit."

I let out a long breath, relieved. I continued to rub her feet for a few seconds.

"But you know," Amber broke the silence "She did say that it would be pretty hot to have a hunky boy toy out toiling in the yard." She laughed. "I think she said something like "I'd love to see a ripped hot guy, stripped to the waist, sweating in my yard." I think she said she'd give her vibrator quite the workout sitting at her window watching." She laughed again, seeing my face - my mouth had fallen open and I could feel another strong blush wash over my face.

"So we talked for a bit how fun that would be...but then she said it's too bad you're not really eye candy."

I groaned aloud. I knew it was true yet Amber's brutal honestly still took me by surprise.

"It's true" she said, shrugging. Then she looked me up and down, appraisingly.

"Well, actually you're not a bad looking guy - a little thin and nerdy but sort of cute."

I felt like a dog receiving scant praise again - eager for more kind words from my owner.

"Hmmm..." She got a far away look on her face and sat in silence for a few seconds.

"You know I had this idea last night in the car when you were driving us...wow...ok, I've got it." She snapped her fingers. "Remember how I was telling you last night that Sarah was hit hard by the pandemic - she lost a lot of clients and was running down her savings?"

I nodded, uncertain where this was going.

"Well, you're not much to look at now, especially compared to someone like Justin." I felt a wave of humiliation wash over me. I knew the guy she slept with last night was muscular and cut - I got a good look at him without his shirt that morning.

"But, if anyone can whip you into shape, it's Sarah!" She started to talk more animatedly, clearly taken with her idea.

"I mean, she's a great trainer. She has a masters degree in exercise physiology, and I'm sure you noticed she's in incredible shape herself."

I nodded. I had certainly noticed.

She was nodding as well, clearly working out the details in her head.

"Ok - I know she has early mornings available. I know that would work for your schedule as well. I think five days a week would be best - you'd be able to help her out financially and she'd help ME out by giving me what we talked about this morning."

Amber had a wicked grin on her face. My mouth was still hanging open. Five days a week? Personal training? I was never really one for gyms...obviously, I thought. Plus I wondered how expensive this would be.

"Wow. This is great. I don't know why I didn't think of it before!" Amber clapped her hands together and swung her feet out of my lap and onto the ground. "You should text her right now and see if you can get started tomorrow."

She went and got my phone from the kitchen and handed it to me.

"I believe you have her number...now let's see...I think she charges fifty an hour...I want you to ask if you can pay her more." She was looking at me, grinning. "I think seventy five dollars a session would be appropriate for you."

I groaned...that would be three hundred and seventy five dollars a week...yes I could afford it but I started to envision my savings diminish bit by bit. Reluctantly, I took my phone from Amber. She sat down next to me on the couch, clearly excited. She put her right arm around me and I could feel the swell of her breast against my left shoulder. She perched her chin on my shoulder so she could see what I was typing.

-Sarah, hey it's Chris. Listen, Amber said you were a personal trainer and I was really hoping I could hire you to help me get in better shape-

I hit send and Amber nodded approvingly. I was intensely distracted by the feel of her body on me and her warm breath in my left ear. I found myself shaking slightly at the intensity of the contact.

A second later we saw the three dots as she typed a response.

-Sure! When did you have in mind?-

"Tomorrow morning" Amber whispered in my ear as I typed. "And ask her if she's available every weekday morning." I hit send.

More dots then the message.

-Chris, I'm available at 7 AM every day. But I want to make sure you understand - working out 5 days a week can be very intense. And not to dissuade you but I charge $50/hour-

Amber had her legs pulled up on the couch with her knees together. She was practically in my lap, and I thought that she was squeezing her thighs together. I looked down and realized I could see down her cleavage - her nipples were hidden but I could see the creamy expanse of her breasts. My breath caught in my throat. Amber wiggled her knees slightly and I groaned - they were on my thigh just inches from my crotch. Amber's breath felt warm on me as she whispered directly in my ear.

"I'd like to pay seventy five an hour. And 7 AM every day works for me. I realize it will be intense." Again, I typed what she told me and hit send.

Her hand moved from my shoulder, and I felt her lightly running her nails down the back of my neck. I shivered involuntarily, remembering how Ms. Sutton had done the exact same thing yesterday.

Amber's left hand was between her thighs, I realized, and her breathing was getting deeper and more pronounced.

"Well done, bank...you're doing so good" She breathed.

Shortly the response came from Sarah.

-why pay more?- came the unmistakably guarded response. I flushed with embarrassment, thinking through all of the things that she was probably thinking - because I wanted sex, I was trying to buy her, etc...

"Tell her..." Amber breathed "Tell her that you have very specific fitness goals, and will be asking her advice on diet etc. Also that you work best if someone is pushing you hard and keeping you on target to meet you goals." I typed this and hit send, moaning involuntarily at the feeling of Amber, clearly turned on, practically sitting in my lap. This was by far the most physical contact I've had from her.

A minute or two went by before her response.

-ok. I can do that. Wear comfortable workout clothes and sneakers. 7 AM - don't be late-

This was followed by the address of the gym.

I sat in stunned silence for a minute. I had just signed myself up for what would undoubtedly be grueling workout sessions each morning. Partially because Amber told me to, but partially, I had to admit, because I wanted to be able to turn her on. If she was being truthful about their conversation this morning, maybe she would start to be sexually attracted to me if I was muscular like Justin. My imagination ran wild - what if she wanted to remove this cage and even have sex? That would be beyond my wildest expectations, but even the thought of her just enjoying me working shirtless filled me with joy.

Amber gave me a quick peck on the cheek.

"That was very good, bank. You've impressed me today. Hm...I have to admit I'm a bit turned on, thinking about you paying my friend in an effort to impress me with your body..." She licked her lips, with a distant expression on her face.

"I have a little homework assignment for you."

"Yes?" I said, a little confused.

"Yes. After you make my bed, I'm going to get in it...naked." She looked at me as she said this and smirked when she saw the look of utter frustration cross my face. I moaned and tried to shift my crotch as the points dug in.

"Then you're going to go home and do some research for me - I want you to text me pictures of fit guys while I, um...relax." she laughed as I involuntarily moaned again.

"If you find one that I really like, you can show it to Sarah tomorrow as your goal body type."

My face flushed with embarrassment again.

"Miss...please no..." I whispered.

She brought one hand up to her chest and slowly caressed her hardening nipple through her shirt, watching me intently the whole time.

"If I tell you to do it, you'll do it." She said in a matter-of-fact voice. "Isn't that right?"

"Yes.." I admitted, entranced. I watched her hand as it slowly circled.

"Good bank. Now hurry. Make up my bed and then I want my first picture in ten minutes."

Reluctantly I pulled myself away from her and went to the laundry room, removing her sheets from the dryer. She stayed on the couch while I made up her bed.

I took one look back as I left. She was sitting back against the couch, one hand between her legs gently rubbing herself through her shorts, while the other hand was still caressing her breast. I was a tightly wound mess of frustration, arousal, and embarrassment all at once. With a supreme act of willpower, I closed the door and stood in darkness outside.

Quickly, I made my way through my house to my bedroom. I took off all of my clothes, climbing into bed naked except for my cage. I pulled up my laptop and opened the browser window, hesitating. I had never done this kind of search before and wasn't sure where to start. I was also distracted thinking about Amber next door - was she still on the couch, or was she in bed like she told me she was going to be, naked? My mind was racing, and my poor cock was in pain in it's cruel confinement.

I slowly typed "fit men" and hit image search. My screen was filled with guys, mostly ripped and muscular in various states of undress. I picked one that that had arms about as big around as my thighs standing shirtless on a beach and texted it to Amber.

A few seconds later I received an answering text.

-too big. and not very cute. try again-

This was followed by a notification from Venmo. I opened the app. It was a request for fifty dollars!

"for not knowing my tastes."

Oh god, I groaned to myself. This was too much. I hit send like I was being trained to do, and continued my search, vowing to be much more discerning. Several minutes of careful searching later I found a guy that looked very hot to my straight eye - tousled hair, tan, cut and lean. I texted that to Amber.

-much better. but I like a bit more muscle. try again-

As I expected, I received another Venmo notification and hit send. On the next screen I saw something I was pretty sure she'd like. A really nice looking guy climbing out of a swimming pool. He had intense blue eyes and dark hair, and his body type was somewhat in between the other two pictures I had sent - still lean but more muscle on his frame than the last one. I couldn't help notice he was wearing a speedo style swimsuit, and I could clearly see the outline of what looked like a pretty impressive cock stuffed into his suit. I texted this to Amber.

-Yes, now THIS is eye candy!-

I let out a groan and realized I was trembling with frustration. I was imagining Amber next door, naked in bed, with this photo on her phone...maybe with a vibrator in her other hand as she writhed around in pleasure...pleasure that she cruelly denied me with my chastity cage. I clutched the small tube in both hands and desperately tried to rub or jerk it to get any sort of stimulation. It was impossible - the tube was snug and didn't allow me to grow at all, and all that tugging on it accomplished was increasing my discomfort as it pulled on my balls. Groaning in defeat, I rolled over onto my side and tried to sleep. I knew I would have an intense morning with Sarah all too soon.

Just as I was drifting off to sleep, I got another text from Amber.

-Whew! That was good. I'm pleased with what you've done this weekend, little bank. Do you best for Sarah tomorrow and don't forget to show her the picture you sent me. Kisses!-

That put a smile on my face but I wasn't looking forward to my session with Sarah.

The next morning I woke at 6, shaved and showered and had a light breakfast and coffee. I was dressed in gym shorts and an old T shirt with some work clothes packed in a duffle bag for after the gym. I was out the door at quarter til 7. The gym where Sarah works was just a few minutes drive away. I almost drove by it at first - it was quite small, just an unassuming free standing building - no giant windows full of treadmills or exercise bikes. I parked and went inside.

The gym was really just one room full of free weights, I saw, with what looked like a small changing room in the back. The gym was completely empty at this early hour except for Sarah, doing some stretches in the center of the room on a mat. She waved to me and bounced over, way too energetic for 7 AM, I thought.

"Hey Chris! Good morning!"

"Hi Sarah - good to see you again."

She was wearing black yoga pants that came down to mid calf, sneakers, and a white jog bra. Her lean stomach was fully visible and I could see the outlines of her abs. Her fiery red hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail. She looked extremely fit - cut, lean muscles everywhere. I could barely make out the outlines of her nipples through the tight jog bra covering her small breasts.

"I'm excited we're going to work together! I was happy to get your text last night."

She reached out and touched my arm in a friendly gesture. In my constant state of arousal, thanks to my chastity cage, even this small contact seemed exciting.

"I wasn't kidding though - five days a week is intense! And you said you also wanted to consult with me on some diet and lifestyle issues too?"

She pulled a clipboard from behind a nearby desk and handed it to me. Glancing down, I saw standard gym membership papers - name, address, health history, etc.

"Fill this out for me while I finish my stretching and then we can get started."

I sat in a nearby chair and started filling out the info. I was distracted by her stretching just a few feet away - the yoga pants looked like they were painted on and her ass looked incredible as she bent to touch her toes, facing away from me. She went through various yoga poses as I pretended not to watch. The steel tube gripped my cock as it tried to expand, and I was reminded yet again that I was locked and under Amber's control. I realized these workout sessions might be torturous for a totally different reason than what I was expecting.

"Ok done.." I called out. I had barely averting adding "miss" to that sentence. I felt my face blush with the realization of how much this simple chastity cage and Amber's control were effecting me.

Sarah jogged over again, taking the clipboard from me and looking it over.

"Ok great, this all looks good. So, tell me - what are your fitness goals? I like to go over these with a new long-term client so we both understand what we're working towards."

I felt myself blush deeper as I remembered what Amber had ordered me to do. I fumbled for my phone as I stammered.

"Um...well...I, this is a bit embarrassing but I have a certain body image in my mind - a way that I'd like to look if possible."

Sarah laughed and shook her head.

"That's not really the way we do this ordinarily - comparing body types isn't usually productive, but sure I'll take a look."

I flipped to the picture I texted Amber last night - the one I had to imagine she had masturbated to as I lay frustrated in bed. The fit guy climbing out of the pool with the tiny swim suit on. Trembling slightly, I showed it to Sarah.

Her eyes widened slightly and I saw a slow smile spread on her lips.

"Oh my...he's quite something..."

She cleared her throat and returned to her business-like manner.

"Well, like I said comparisons aren't always useful but honestly with months of hard work I think we can build muscle mass and definition similar to this beautiful guy" She smiled as she said that. "But it's going to take lots of dedication on your part. What sort of food do you eat?"

She led the way towards the back of the gym as we talked. I admired her toned ass through her yoga pants as we went.

"Um, usual I guess - I mean I don't know really."

"Ok..." she said over her shoulder. "You're going to have to really increase your lean protein intake, and cut some empty calories possibly."

We got to the back changing room. It was about the same size and layout as the changing rooms in Ms. Sutton's boutique, I thought - about 6 feet square with a small bench in the corner with a scale stored underneath, a mirror, and some hooks for clothes.

Sarah turned to face me and pulled another clipboard off of a hook in the wall.

"Ok - we need to see where you're at now and get some measurements to gauge our progress. Can you take off your shorts, shirt, shoes, and socks please?"

Startled, I gave her a frightened look. I was heartened to see she actually blushed slightly at this unusual request.

"Look, you're wearing underwear right? We need go get your weight accurately recorded, and also I'm going to take some measurements of your thighs to see how we're doing with your quads, and shorts get in the way. I mean if you're comfortable with that of course" she added quickly.

"I mean, we're going to be spending a lot of time together, and I'm going to need to see your body to measure our progress."

Nodding, I slowly began to remove my clothes. She stood there with her clipboard, tapping the pencil absent-mindedly against her lips as she watched. The smallness of the changing room made it all the more awkward as there wasn't anywhere else for her to look. I kicked off my shoes and socks, pulled my shirt over my head, and finally lowered my shorts down to my feet and stepped out of them. I was left standing in just my tightey-whiteys.

Sarah obviously was trying to conceal a smirk as she saw my unimpressive underwear. I realized I'd have to invest in some boxers or briefs if people are going to keep seeing me like this.

I stood awkwardly, not sure if I should try to cover myself with my hands. Sarah walked around me slowly, looking at my body as if it was a slide under a microscope. She took a measuring tape off the wall.

"Chris, is it ok if I touch you? I'm going to take some measurements."

I nodded, not trusting my voice.

Standing behind me, she wrapped the tape around my bicep and made a note on her clipboard.