The Internship – Ch. 06 – An unexpected surprise at the gym

Kenna’s weekend was a complex mix of emotions, still reeling from the traumatic experience with Mr. Smith. The physical discomfort had begun to subside by Saturday afternoon, but the mental toll lingered. In an attempt to find solace, she used the money given to her to purchase a Walkman and the latest Olivia Newton-John album, something she had desired but couldn’t previously afford. A night out with friends at a club provided a temporary distraction, as she generously bought drinks for everyone, though she kept the events with Mr. Smith to herself. This act of spending the money, in a way, helped her regain a sense of control and empowerment, albeit fleeting, as she navigated the aftermath of the assault.

Kenna was told by Todd about a hidden gem at the office, a small complimentary gym for staff. As someone who had always been passionate about working out, but could not afford the luxury of a gym membership, this was a welcome revelation. She decided to rise early and make the most of this perk, squeezing in a morning workout before the day’s responsibilities began. As she changed into her workout attire, tight shorts, a crisp white top, and knee socks, she felt a surge of confidence, knowing she looked good, even if there was no one around to appreciate it. The gym told a different story. The equipment was neglected, and it was clear that it did not get much use. Kenna suspected that many of her colleagues opted for private gym memberships instead, a luxury she hoped to one day afford. For now, she was grateful for this small privilege, and she threw herself into her workout, the endorphins and exertion a perfect way to clear her mind and prepare for the day ahead.

As Kenna completed a set of arm exercises, the energetic beat of Olivia Newton-John’s Physical pulsating through her Walkman, she caught a glimpse of movement out of the corner of her eye. Lost in the intensity of her workout, she had been oblivious to the arrival of another gym-goer. Her gaze drifted towards the newcomer, and she was immediately struck by his chiseled features and athletic build. His short brown hair was neatly styled, and his trimmed beard added a touch of rugged sophistication. His physique was truly impressive, with a tight t-shirt and shorts that showcased a remarkably toned body, reminiscent of a competitive athlete. As their eyes met, Kenna felt a flush rise to her cheeks, realizing she might have been staring. She quickly turned away, attempting to compose herself, but her curiosity had been piqued.

As Kenna pondered her next exercise, the mysterious man appeared beside her, his sudden presence making her jump. He flashed a friendly smile and waved, prompting her to remove her headset. “Hi there, you must be new here,” he said, his voice warm and welcoming. “I’ve never seen you around, and I’m here most days. My name is Ryan, I’m the Associate VP of Marketing at S&A.” He extended his hand, and Kenna, still feeling a bit startled, shook it firmly. “Hi,” she replied, her voice a little breathless. “I’m Kenna, I just started last week as an intern here.” Ryan’s handshake was firm, and his eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled, putting Kenna at ease.

As they chatted, Kenna found herself struggling to maintain a professional demeanor, her attraction to Ryan growing with every passing minute. She couldn’t help but fiddle with her hair and flash him bright, inviting smiles. “You seem to really be in your element when you’re working out,” she said, her voice laced with admiration. “Maybe you could share some tips with me sometime?” She asked, her eyes locking onto his, hoping to spark a future encounter. Ryan’s face lit up with a warm smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “I’d be happy to help out a fellow S&A team member or anyone who shares my passion for exercise,” he replied, his tone friendly and approachable. “It was great meeting you, Kenna. I’ll let you get back to your routine,” he said, waving goodbye and flashing her one last, dazzling smile before turning to leave.

As Kenna finished her workout, she couldn’t help but sneak a few more glances at Ryan, who was still pushing himself to his limits on the exercise equipment. Finally, she decided it was time to call it a day and head to the changeroom to freshen up. The hot water of the shower was a welcome relief, and she stood under the stream, feeling it wash away the sweat and tension of her workout. She hummed along to the tune of Physical, still stuck in her head, as she lathered up and rinsed off. With her eyes closed, letting the water cascade down her face, she felt a sudden chill run down her spine as a cold draft swept into the shower area, accompanied by the sound of the shower door creaking open.

“Hi there.”

Ryan stood outside the shower, completely naked, staring at Kenna. She was in complete shock. “What…What are you doing”, she shouted, trying to cover her breasts and crotch with her hands. As casually as if at work, Ryan stepped into the shower with her, closing the door behind him, forcing her to step back until her back was against the wall. Kenna’s eyes were wide with fear and surprise as Ryan’s eyes locked onto hers, his expression calm and collected, a stark contrast to the chaos that was unfolding.

Kenna’s voice rose to a furious shout as she demanded he leave. “Can’t you see I’m in here? Get out!” she yelled, her anger and humiliation palpable. Ryan’s response was a low, smooth drawl, his words sending a shiver down her spine. “Calm down Kenna,” he said, his tone infuriatingly calm. “I just wanted to see that body of yours. You looked fantastic working out. I couldn’t keep my eyes off that hot ass of yours when you were doing those squats,” he continued, his gaze roaming over her with an unapologetic intensity. He reached over and turned down the shower until it was a slow trickle.

Kenna’s face turned bright red with anger and embarrassment. “Are you insane? This is my shower, not some public display for you to gawk at me.” Ryan just chuckled and stepped closer to her, his eyes fixed on her body. “I’m just admiring the view, Kenna. You’re absolutely stunning,” he said, his voice low and husky. Kenna’s eyes widened in outrage as Ryan reached out to touch her. “Don’t you dare,” she warned, trying to squirm away from him.

“Look. I was going to come visit your office today anyways. Take advantage of the intern program, if you know what I mean. I’ve heard a lot of good things about you from your coworkers. I wanted to get a taste of what they have been saying. Seeing you here, just let me have that fun earlier that I expected.” Ryan said, putting his hand on her arm and trying to push it down so he could see her breasts.

Kenna’s eyes blazed with fury as Ryan’s hand made contact with her skin. “Please don’t,” she spat, trying to shake off his grip. “This isn’t some twisted game where you get to take advantage of me just because I’m an intern. And as for what my coworkers have said, I’m sure it’s all been grossly exaggerated by your own perverse imagination.” She struggled to free her arm, but Ryan’s hold was firm. “Let me go,” she demanded, her voice rising.

Ryan’s smile grew wider as he leaned in closer, his voice taking on a menacing tone. “I think we both know where this is going. We both know what you need to do to stay as an intern here,” he said, his words laced with an unspoken threat. He pushed her arm down more forcefully now, and Kenna’s resistance began to fade, her arm dropping to her side as he leaned in closer. “Those are really nice,” he whispered, his eyes locked on her breasts as he reached up to gently squeeze one, then the other, his touch sending a shiver through her body. Kenna stood frozen, her eyes fixed on his, as she let him touch her, her body seemingly detached from her mind.

His other hand slid out, his fingers brushing against her thigh, sending a tremor through her body. His touch was gentle, yet possessive, as he slowly shifted his hand towards her crotch, his fingers probing the edge of her hand, which still clutched at her most intimate place. He took her hand, his grip firm, and moved it aside, exposing her to his gaze. Then, with a deliberate slowness, he slid one finger along her pussy lips, stroking her up and down, the touch sending a jolt of sensation through her. Kenna felt a wave of helplessness wash over her, her mind reeling with the realization that this was happening, again, to her, and the work day had barely begun.

His fingers danced across her sensitive flesh, stroking her clit with a gentle yet insistent touch, sending shivers through her body. He slipped a finger inside her, but only barely, the penetration shallow and teasing, more a hint of what could come than any real attempt at intimacy. The touch was fleeting, a whispered promise of pleasure that vanished as quickly as it appeared, leaving her feeling frustrated and vulnerable.

“Stroke my cock. I want you to play with me,” Ryan demanded, his voice low and husky with desire. Kenna’s mind was still reeling from the shock of his sudden advances, but her body seemed to be moving on autopilot. Growing impatient with her inaction, Ryan stopped fondling her breast and took her hand, wrapping it around his semi-erect penis. The warm, soft flesh felt strange in her palm, and she could feel it stirring to life as she tentatively began to stroke it. Ryan’s face lit up with a growing smile as he reached up to claim her mouth, his fingers closing around her chin like a vice. He leaned in, his lips crashing down on hers, his tongue thrusting into her mouth with a bold intimacy that was at odds with the awkward, fumbling nature of their encounter. As they kissed, their hands continued to explore each other’s bodies, the mutual groping a jarring contrast to the romantic notion of a tender kiss.

Ryan’s hands fell away from her body, and he leaned back, his eyes never leaving hers. His cock, now fully erect, stood upright, pointing accusingly at her. Kenna’s hand continued to move slowly, her fingers wrapped around his shaft, her mind numb with the implications of what was happening. She wondered, with a growing sense of dread, what would come next. The answer didn’t take long to arrive.