The Trainer
(a NC-17 Sonny Short Story)

"Uh, boss, they said they're all done in there," Johnny informed Sonny, emerging from what was once Sonny's den/office. Due to all the stress the people in his life were heaping down on him on a daily basis, Sonny had decided to convert the room into a home gym. He figured punching a bag would be preferable to punching out anyone who even spoke to him. "Good," Sonny replied; "I want to start working out right away." Johnny didn't respond. He didn't understand what was motivating the health kick, but was grateful for Sonny's decision. It was no picnic working for a stressed-out, constantly-on-the-edge, mob boss. It could be quite hazardous to one's own health. "That personal trainer should be coming this afternoon," Sonny reminded Johnny. "Right. What's his name?" "Joe something," Sonny replied, trying to recall the conversation he'd had with the manager of the gym at the Port Charles Hotel the previous day...

Later that afternoon, Sonny was dressed in shorts and a tank top, and was checking out all the new equipment waiting for the trainer to arrive. Johnny was back at his post outside the door. He heard the elevator, and stepped over to the bend in the wall to greet the man. His jaw hit the floor when he saw not a specimen of male fitness perfection, but a gorgeous, leggy brunette, wearing a very tight workout ensemble. "Can...can I help you?" Johnny stuttered. Jo Davis gave him a long once over and replied, "I'm sure you could...I mean can." Jo knew herself to be an impossible flirt, but no one ever seemed to mind. Johnny turned three shades of red, and tried to find his voice. "I'm here to see Mr. Corinthos," Jo continued without further prompting; "I'm his new trainer." Johnny wiped at the sweat that had formed on his forehead. "Uh, I don't think he was expecting you." Jo looked at him, confused, "sure he is. He spoke to my boss Richard yesterday and said to come today. Am I too early?" Johnny didn't know how to explain that the boss was expected a guy, so he didn't bother to try. "Follow me," he told her. Jo smiled, and followed him into the penthouse. In spite of her flirtatious and normally cocky nature, she was duly intimidated at the thought of meeting and training Port Charles' most wanted. She'd heard of him, and seen his picture in the paper numerous times. From what she saw, she could tell he was a very handsome man. But she didn't know if he was a nice man, or just a ruthless gangster. She assumed Richard thought she could handle him better than any of the male trainers, since she usually had no trouble handling any man.

Johnny led her into the workout room, where Sonny was already punching the bag. "Don't do it like that!" Jo cried out. Sonny whipped around at the sound of a woman's voice. When he saw her, he couldn't help but smile. "Ah, you're Jo." She smiled back, "yes sir." Sonny stared at her, but addressed Johnny, "that's all Johnny." Johnny left the room as fast as he could. "I thought you were a man," Sonny commented. "Not many people think that Mr. Corinthos," Jo quipped. Sonny smiled wider, showing his dimples, and Jo felt her knees give way. "Well...of course I don't think that now," he replied. "So, are you qualified to be my trainer?" "Yes, I've been doing this for 15 years," Jo told him. "Wow, you started when you were ten...I'm impressed." Jo laughed, "good one, thanks. But, you don't have to charm me sir." Sonny kept staring into her eyes, "what? You mean I haven't?" Jo finally broke away from his gaze and put down her gym bag. "Well Mr. Corinthos, let's get started."

Jo went to Sonny's penthouse three days a week. Two weeks had passed and the third had begun. As she headed over, she tried to quell the feelings that had once again overtaken her. She was incredibly attracted to Sonny Corinthos, there was no denying it. She thought he felt the same, but in spite of all his charm and constant flirting, he'd been a perfect gentlemen every time she was with him. It was getting to the point where she was going to make the first move, if he didn't. The ache she felt for him was almost unbearable. Back at Penthouse Four, Sonny was preparing himself for her arrival. The workouts had been good for him overall. Although his body was sore from using muscles he never knew he had, he felt great. His overall stress level had been reduced, which was the whole point. But he had a new stress to deal with; his attraction for his trainer. She was very sexy, and was constantly touching him as they worked out. He wanted to take her down to the floor mats and screw her silly every time he saw her. But, Sonny was nothing if not a gentleman, and didn't want to take advantage of the situation. She was there doing a job after all. "Jo's here!" Johnny voice rang out. He no longer had to show her to the workout room. She appeared in the doorway and looked at Sonny, who had started without her. "I was just hitting the bag a bit," he told her. His firm, copper-toned body was glistening with sweat, and Jo's mouth felt suddenly parched. She rummaged through her bag for a bottle of water. "I have plenty of water Jo," Sonny told her, pointing to the refrigerator he had put in the room. "That's fine," Jo replied, after downing practically the whole bottle; "I always have my own." "So," she continued, stepping over to him and desperately trying to keep her mind on work, "have you been hitting it the right way, or the wrong way?" Sonny laughed, "I'm not a complete idiot; I got it the first time you showed me." "Just checking...just doing my job." "I know," Sonny replied. He put his hand on her chin and gently turned her head to face him. "You do a great job Jo. You've helped me a lot. If there's anything I can ever do for you, you just let me know OK?" Jo couldn't stop the words before they came out in a flurry; "make love to me!" She gasped as soon as she said them, and pulled way from his hand. "Oh my God! I'm sorry! I can't believe I just said that!" Sonny smiled, and grabbed her before she could say anything further, effectively silencing her with his mouth. "Mmmm!" she cried out, her voice muffled by the soul-searing kiss he was laying on her. He stopped momentarily to gauge her reaction, and she instantly grabbed him and kissed him back. Sonny then knew they both wanted it to happen, and they wanted it right then. He pulled her down to the floor, and covered her body with his. Jo was moaning and clawing at his shirt, which he helped her pull off him. She ran her nails along his back, and Sonny growled, "oh, it's like that huh?" Jo smiled, "it's like whatever you want, you gorgeous man." Sonny laughed, then quickly took her top and sports bra off. Her perfectly shaped breasts sprung free, and Sonny quickly captured one in his mouth. "Oh my God!" Jo yelled, as he sucked her nipple. Sonny smiled to himself; she was going to be loud. He hoped Johnny had enough sense to not let anyone in.

After torturing her for a while by coaxing her nipples into hard peaks, Sonny moved back to her mouth. Jo couldn't believe how good a kisser he was, and would have told him so, but he wouldn't release her mouth. When he finally did, minutes later, she was too breathless to speak. But she could moan, and she did when he moved down and peeled her tight shorts off her body. Sonny was delighted to find her naked beneath them, "you naughty girl," he growled. Jo cried, "yes!" and arched her hips up to meet his face as it was descending on her. When she felt his mouth on her, she release with a scream; "Sonny!" Sonny realized she'd just orgasmed, but figured he keep at it and try for another. He reached underneath her and cupped her very sexy ass in his hands. He'd had his eye on that part of her anatomy specifically, since she always wore those tight shorts and was constantly bending over in front of him. Jo laced her fingers through his hair, and held on tightly. Sonny thought she was going to rip it out, but didn't mind the discomfort. He worked his magical tongue on her most sensitive parts, simultaneously squeezing her ass. In minutes she was screaming his name again and bucking against him. Finally, she collapsed against the floor, spent. Sonny gave her one more flick with his tongue, and she shuddered as it sent another shock wave through her.

Sonny sat back on his heels and looked at her. She looked back through eyes narrowed with pleasure. "Oh baby, you are something else," she told him. "Oh baby, I'm just getting started," he told her back. Jo groaned with anticipation of what was next, and sat up. She reached into his gym shorts and took his large, throbbing member in her hand. "Ooh Sonny, is that for me?" Sonny gave her a deep, dimpled smile, "all for you sweetheart. If you want it." Jo looked at him like he was crazy, "if? Oh I want it, and I want it right now Mr. Corinthos!" Sonny smiled and eased her back down to a lying position. He stood up, kicked off his sneakers and took off his shorts, and Jo licked her lips at the sight of him standing over her totally naked. "Come here," she whispered, wanting to take him in her mouth. Sonny read her correctly, and knelt over her so she could reach him. He braced himself as she enveloped him with her lips, and shook as her tongue began caressing him. He groaned, and started moving in and out of her mouth. Jo urged him to find his release, by adding her hand to the mix, but Sonny abruptly pulled away. "No, I want to be inside of you," he told her, in a voice that told her not to argue. He moved back down her body, and lifted her legs up with his arms. "Oh shit!" Jo exclaimed, knowing how much he was going to fill her up in that position. And fill her he did. She cried out and dug her fingernails into his forearms as he drove into her. She started seeing stars as he thrust deeper and deeper. Sonny was groaning "yeah...yeah...yeah...yeah...yeah," knowing his release was imminent, but hoped she would be right there with him. "Are you going to cum with me baby?" he managed to ask in a guttural voice. Jo answered with a strangled cry, and everything exploded for her. Sonny followed, releasing with the force of months of pent-up frustration. His orgasm shook him for minutes, it seemed, and he never wanted it to stop. Finally, it did, and he collapsed down onto Jo, unable to hold himself up and longer. Jo untangled her legs from his arms, and stretched them out. Then, she started rubbing his back. "That feels great," he groaned. Jo didn't reply, she just wanted to sooth him after such a strenuous "workout". Sonny finally lifted himself up on his forearms and kissed her. Then he looked into her eyes, "I want you to quit the PC gym. I don't want you to have any other clients." Jo was taken a back for a moment, but then realized what he was really saying. She smiled and replied, "Sonny, I'm not quitting my job. You're not going to be my only client. But you're my only lover...at least I hope you are." Sonny smiled back, said, "oh yeah...you know I am," then took her mouth again in a fiery kiss.