<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b8/CharlieGymBars.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Cheyenne Watters<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Charlie, Lady Fray<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>As pictured (No belly tat though)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Church and Wellesley Neighborhood (The Village) (https://www.torontorentals.com/neighbourhood-guide/toronto/church-wellesley) | Gordy’s Boot Camp, 66 Gerrard St.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mila, Tee | The rest of the gang<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Call for drinks<br/><hr/>The clang, clang of metal on metal and grunts and groans of muscle straining against heavy weight was comforting to Charlie.  Gordy’s was one of her favorite gyms and the one she came to most often for her own workout. It felt almost as much like home as her apartment or the old cabin Fray had along the River Aqualine.  She had spent many hours at the end of that dock, fishing pool in hand, catching upland grippy and sapphire trout.  The comradery at Gordy’s was what she liked the most.  It was big with the women of the Village and it was the first place to offer her a job as a trainer.  She was freelance now but remained a guest trainer with Gordy’s in part because of nostalgia and in part loyalty to a safe place that helped her become the woman she was now.<br/><br/>“Okay just two more. Finish strong.” She said, her arms hovering over the bar but not touching.  “You got this Meghan.”  She encouraged.  Charlie only trained women.  It cut some of her clientele, but she didn’t have to worry about some of the difficulties of training guys, nutrition and physiology being the big one. Chauvinism and misogyny being the other.  She would have said being hit was a factor but the higher population of gay and bi women in the Village meant it happened more often than she would have liked.  When she was working, she was all business and had had to drop a couple of clients that didn’t want to take let’s keep this professional as an answer.<br/><br/>“I’m just using one finger.  This is still all you, you can do this.” The young women under her began to strain beneath the weight and Charlie placed her index fingers under the bar adding just a little pressure to help the woman push through the catching point in her lift.  “One more.  You can do it.” To Meghan’s credit she let the bar down quickly and let it bounce against her.  With a whistling exhale she pushed with all of her might.  “Tighten that core.” Charlie instructed and once again placed her index fingers each side of the bar to help her through the last rep.<br/><br/>“Clank!”  Charlie grabbed the bar when Meghan reached full extension and placed it back on the rack.  Meghan was breathing hard, but her red face had a big smile.<br/><br/>“That’s a new personal record isn’t it.” Charlie asked knowing full well it was.  Meghan nodded “Yeah.<br/><br/>“Great job.  We are going to get you to that goal quick if you keep this up.” Charlie said and there was some pride in that voice.  Meghan has come to her pretty out of shape but had been working very hard and it was paying off.  She has lost fifteen pounds and her arms were starting to show some definition.<br/><br/>“Thanks.  I couldn’t have done it without you.” The woman offered and Charlie shook her head.<br/><br/>“This is all you.  I am just here to help and hey I wasn’t even helping at the end.”  The woman was beaming and well she should have.<br/><br/>“Did you want to do another month?” Charlie asked.  There was always a point that people went out on their own and Meghan was probably close.<br/><br/>“I think so.” The woman answered.  “Paying is keeping me honest about working out.”  She admitted and Charlie chuckled.  She had heard it a million times.<br/><br/>“Great.  You can venmo me or paypal or…you know the drill.” Charlie said with a wave while Meghen toweled off her face. They said their goodbyes and Charlie hit the weights herself for a while.  She had learned to give her clients a head start in the locker room that way she didn’t risk her or the client seeing the other change. Charlie didn’t have any plans for the evening and she had already worked out once today and so she did a quick circuit to maximize the workout while minimizing the time.  By the time she was done Meghan was safely on her way with a wave as she passed and Charlie was free to hit the showers without an potential awkwardness with her client.  She had just changed into her bra and panties when her phone chimed, and she pulled it out of her locker to check on it.  There was a little red 2 staring at her.  The text was from Mila and it brought a smile to her face.  Drinks sounded like an outstanding idea.  She must have text when Charlie was busy with Meghan.  The second chime was the one she had heard from her locker.  It was Tee and her smile broadened.  Charlie flipped her hair back from her shoulder and quickly typed out a reply.<br/><br/>I’m in. <3<br/><br/>It wasn’t unusual for Charlie to have a late session and need to rush for a night out.  She had become rather adept at the quick change. She pulled the compact hair drier and make-up bag out of her duffel and set up her own little station in front of the bank of sinks and long mirror walled off from the lockers themselves.  Charlie kept her make-up simple (for her) and juggled it with the hair drier like she was her own pit crew.  Thank gods she had decided on a cute little white dress covered in flowers this afternoon.  It hung in the locker and would be perfect for drinks with friends.  When she was satisfied with the job she had done, she posed and before giving herself a playful wink flouncing back out to the locker room.  Charlie shimmied into her dress and placed a pair of sneakers on her feet.  She had a pair of utilitarian heels in the trunk of her car she would slip on when she got to the bar and found a place to park.  She was beyond excited and wondered if the entire gang would show this time.<br/>