Sunday December 4th *** At the gym *** Around 10 A.M.
Miyavi was spending the day working out at the Tokyo Capital Club, a gym that clients could pay more to have a personal trainer that was assigned to them based solely on the credentials. It cost Miyavi about 8,000 yen a day but it was worth it he realized as he looked to his trainer that stretched nearby, He long hair pulled away from her face and the tiny outfit she worked out in rode up her body a tad bit more. When he first started they tried to give him a male trainer but he told them off.
If he wanted a guy then he would just have a friend spot. Miyavi let go of the handle bar letting the weight drop as he stood up and whipped some sweat off with his towel and removed his glasses. It was too dangerous to where his contacts here as he had lost them in the past. Seeing the trainer watch him in earnest Miyavi called out to her. "Stretch me out. Takeshi wants to box a little bit and I need to lose some of my tension."
He should know the trainers name but he didn't he never really listened to her as she got behind him and pulled and pushed his body in every direction. Miyavi's mind was elsewhere while he pretended to listen as she went on and on about some other client. The girl was a ditz and Miyavi could do better it was fine as he didn't really need her to help him become stronger. This was to just stay in shape and he already knew how to do that he just wanted a show in the process. Once her body left his Miyavi got up and headed for the makeshift ring to glove up, as Takeshi, a male trainer that Mimi was almost stuck with came out. "Ready?" he asked a Miyavi nodded and put his mouth guard in before stepping into the ring.
Since the Ito's were a high paying client everybody went easy on Miyavi. It worked for him because he could box and watch some girls working out on the bikes and treadmill in the other room. Takeshi never hit Miyavi hard but that wasn't why Miyavi boxed, he can't hit and he knew that but it helped him in his dodging skill and after a couple of rounds Takeshi called it quits and went to hit the shower. Miyavi was going to follow him but his body wasn't tired yet. Not wanting to cramp up either Miyavi opened the glass door before grabbing an empty treadmill to walk it off. He kept his glasses off and slide in the ear buds of his iPod as he began the machine. It was a lot of a work to stay this hot for the ladies, and guys that wanted but would never be able to touch.
If he wanted a guy then he would just have a friend spot. Miyavi let go of the handle bar letting the weight drop as he stood up and whipped some sweat off with his towel and removed his glasses. It was too dangerous to where his contacts here as he had lost them in the past. Seeing the trainer watch him in earnest Miyavi called out to her. "Stretch me out. Takeshi wants to box a little bit and I need to lose some of my tension."
He should know the trainers name but he didn't he never really listened to her as she got behind him and pulled and pushed his body in every direction. Miyavi's mind was elsewhere while he pretended to listen as she went on and on about some other client. The girl was a ditz and Miyavi could do better it was fine as he didn't really need her to help him become stronger. This was to just stay in shape and he already knew how to do that he just wanted a show in the process. Once her body left his Miyavi got up and headed for the makeshift ring to glove up, as Takeshi, a male trainer that Mimi was almost stuck with came out. "Ready?" he asked a Miyavi nodded and put his mouth guard in before stepping into the ring.
Since the Ito's were a high paying client everybody went easy on Miyavi. It worked for him because he could box and watch some girls working out on the bikes and treadmill in the other room. Takeshi never hit Miyavi hard but that wasn't why Miyavi boxed, he can't hit and he knew that but it helped him in his dodging skill and after a couple of rounds Takeshi called it quits and went to hit the shower. Miyavi was going to follow him but his body wasn't tired yet. Not wanting to cramp up either Miyavi opened the glass door before grabbing an empty treadmill to walk it off. He kept his glasses off and slide in the ear buds of his iPod as he began the machine. It was a lot of a work to stay this hot for the ladies, and guys that wanted but would never be able to touch.