Dirty Diana Season 3 Episode 1


Previously On Dirty Diana..

“Yes, I’m your personal trainer and why are you calling Kwesi,” he said, his laughter only dying slightly.

“Um, sorry I didn’t think my personal trainer would be someone like… you,”

“What do you mean?”

“Who are you?” my fuming brother asked through clenched teeth.

“Banahene, Diana’s personal trainer, and you?”

“Kwesi, her big brother,” he said back, rudely ignoring Banahene’s outstretched hand..

Mr Lecturer

“no” i said,

“sir i’m sorry to say this but you are not behaving like a man.

“i don’t know if you are being paid to mess with me but it’s not going to work.

“you have already cheated on your wife with me and i know you still seriously want me.

“you talk too much for a student.

“call me when you make up your mind. I’m leaving”



“Why do we have to be in the gym right now?”

“Well, my brother is with my personal trainer right now,” he wants to kill Banahene.”

“Who’s Banahene?”.

“My personal trainer, who else?”


“So, Banahene, what do you think of Dee?”

“She’s okay, why?”

“No reason,.


“Alright, that’s good then.”

“You don’t like me do you?”

“No, not really,”.

“If you think I’m going after your sister, you can be rest assured,”

“Alright then,

I really hoped that he was telling the truth, but if not, no matter what Dee says, he’s dead.



30 minutes passed before Diva finally got out of the bathroom.

“Finally! Now let’s hurry up, before Kwesi kills him,” I said, pulling her out of my room, and into the elevator.

“Slow down, Dee. I bet Banahene will be fine.”

“You don’t know that. I just want to get to the gym as fast as I can. That way I can be sure.”

“Alright fine.”

Sighing, I pressed the button for the sixth floor, where the gym was located. I tapped my foot as the elevator slowly trudged to the top. Could this thing go any slower?

Finally, the elevator opened and I ran all the way to the gym.

“Wait up, Dee!” She huffed, running behind me.

I looked back at her and shouted, “Hurry up!”

“You know I hate running!” she said, whining.

“It doesn’t matter, just hurry!” I called back, finally at the door, while Diva was still running. I waited for her to catch up, before opening the door to the gym.

I looked around the gym and noted that everything seemed normal. Maybe my brother actually listened to me this time. We came inside the gym and closed the door, trying to look for any signs of Kwesi or Banahene

“See Dee, I told you Kwesi wouldn’t kill him,” she said, taking a seat on one of the benches we had in the gym.

“I guess, you were right,” I said in relieve, taking a seat next to her.

The gym was painted brown, and was about the size of a large classroom. It had four benches to sit on around the gym. At the far end of the gym, there was a door that lead to the locker room.

The locker room had a total of four shower stalls, two bathroom stalls, and about twenty something lockers. The gym also had a big window, with a nice view of the backyard.

“Where are they?” Diva asked after a few minutes.

“I have no idea,” I said shaking my head. “They might be in the locker room changing or something.”

“Maybe,” she said, “lets take a look.”

“Um, you can, but I don’t want to,” I said, watching her getting up from the bench. I wasn’t taking any chances of seeing my brother in his underwear again….or Banahene.

“Alright, be right back,” she said heading over to the locker room.


Mr Lecturer

Seriously my decision to move on with Comfort was very insane and totally uncalled for, but just like most Christians i blamed the devil for corrupting my mind.

Nevertheless there was this spirit of adventure, a strange kind of sensation that found its way into my body, blinding me from seeing the thick line of reality especially whenever comfort was before me.

Just like i said in previous episodes, i never had many sexual adventures prior to my marriage, so the feeling of being wanted by a beautiful young lady who equally assured me of every secrecy i could ever ask for really got into my head.

I doubt if any of you guys reading this story will be able to resist Comfort supposing you were in my position.

Two days later, I did a very unusual thing by inviting her to my house. She showed up at exactly 7:45pm that Thursday evening looking very stunning in a sexy revealing gown.

“i can’t believe you actually invited me here. What a good start in our relationship but how about your wife?” she asked as she walked into my apartment.

“she’s out of town. I’m here all alone” i breathed quietly.

“Aren’t you bothered that someone, probably a neighbour might tell her about my visit?” she intelligently asked as she settled down in my living room. I smiled and shook my head.

“it’s a possibility i can’t deny but you are here already and i can’t turn back the hands of time” i answered.

“so what now?” she asked, crossing her legs provocatively.

“yeah i think my body needs the kind of fire in you. Our first time together was memorable but i want something hotter” i teased, knelt by her side and kissed her.

“oh you are not a gentleman, Seriously. You didn’t even offer me anything huh” she hissed playfully, while her left hand unbuttoned my shirt, giving her access to my nipples which she squeezed with the same hand.

“how about a bathroom sex?. I bet your wife is yet to give it to you?” she asked.

“c’mon see my height?, just like my wife you aren’t the same height with me for that shit” i answered, softly kissing her again.

“don’t you have a kitchen stool huh?, or even a bathtub?” she asked while i rolled my eyes and smiled.

“i’m going to teach you how to be a bad boy. I pray you don’t run” she joked and bit my ear


Diva’s POV~

As I entered the locker room, everything seemed to be normal. From my line of view, I couldn’t see Kwesi or Banahene anywhere. Hopefully he hadn’t kill him yet, like Dee thought he would if we didn’t hurry up.

I stepped into the room and closed the door behind me, deciding to take a look around the locker room a little more thoroughly. Maybe they were in the back getting their clothes to change? And not fighting…

I didn’t get very far before a voice stopped me. “Who’s there?” a familiar voice called out. Good… he didn’t seem angry.

“Me, Diva” I answered back to Kwesi happily.

“Oh, Diva. We’re changing, so could you wait a few more minutes?”

“Sure, no problem. I’ll be with Dee i replied, turning around to head back before I spotted someone from the corner of my eye. Turning I realized that must be Banahene.

He was near the lockers, putting his clothes away. From what I could see he was hot like Dee had pointed o. Not really my normal type, but he’s still cute!

As I continue to stare at him some more, he finally looked up from what he was doing and we made eye contact. Surprised and embarrassed, I ran out the locker as fast as I could. I hope my face wasn’t as red as it felt

Diana’s POV~

After waiting for a few minutes, Diva emerged from the locker room with a beat red face and a slightly dazed look in her eyes.

“What happen?” I asked, concerned.

“Um, let’s just say, I saw Banahene,” she said with a smirk.

“See, I told you he’s hot!”

“Yeah well, we have different taste in guys so I didn’t expect that I would think so too!” she squealed.

“Well, what are they doing in the locker room?”

“Nothing really, just changing clothes.”

“You saw them changing!”

“No!” she yelled in horror, shaking her head furiously. “I came in, and they were in the back, by the lockers. Kwesi heard me, and told me to wait just a few more minutes, because they were still changing.”

“Oh, okay,” I said sighing in relief. I did not need my best friend seeing my brother and Banahene changing… or my brother and personal trainer realizing that she’d seen them changing. That would be awkward.

“Hey Dee and Dee,” Kwesi called, coming out of the locker room, wearing his gym clothes.

“Hey!” Diva said waving.

“Kwesi, you did control your anger right?” I asked, just to make sure.

“Yes, I did,” he said smiling proudly

I smiled back, “Good boy.” he frowned and opened his mouth to say something, but Banahene came out of the locker room and interrupted him.

He was wearing a tight black shirt that showed off his muscles, and black and white shorts. How the heck am I suppose to concentrate with him wearing that?

“Diana, are you ready?” he asked, knocking me out of my current train of thought. Fortunately.


“Okay, good,” he turned to Diva and grinned. “And you’re the girl I saw in the locker room.”

“Um, yeah, Diva,” she said blushing a little.

“ Am Banahene, nice to meet you,” he said holding out his hand, and smiling.

“You too!” Diva said back, shaking his hand.

He turned back to me and said,
“Now Diana before we get started I need to ask you a few questions.”



Mr Lecturer

Fifteen minutes later, we were totally naked in my bathroom. The only thing on her was a shower cap which she used in covering her hair.

“let the show begin baby” she giggled playfully, turned on the shower and climbed on the kitchen stool i brought in for her. She placed her right leg on the toilet seat and bent seductively, opening her kitty for a freeway penetration. I quickly wore a condom and moved in, grabbing her super sleek ass as water poured on us.

“don’t you wish your wife is hot like me. Don’t you” she sang as i rammed into her from behind.

Oh Comfort was just the type of devil you pray to see every night.


“Good,” he said taking a pen and clipboard out from the bag he’d been carrying on his shoulder.

While he was writing some things down, I looked over at Kwesi, who was watching
like a hawk. God, he should really trust people more.

“Now, do you know how much you weigh?” he asked.

“Last time I checked I was 300 pounds,” I told him, my face turning red.

“Well, we are going to make sure today, so come with me,” he said walking over to a corner of the gym he’d already set up.”

“Okay,” I said, walking with him. Diva stayed behind, but Kwesi followed me.

Banahene, brought out a small scale from his bag, and sat it in front of me.

“Step on it please,” he said smiling at me.

I stepped on it, and I looked away, afraid to see how much I weighed. A few seconds later I heard him scribbling again.

“Alright, you weigh 302.4 pounds,” he murmured from his sheet of paper. “You can get off of the scale now, let’s go back.”

“I weigh so much,” I said sighing to myself and following behind him

“Don’t worry, no matter how much you weigh, you’re still beautiful,” Kwesi said, patting me on the back and trying to cheer me up.

“Thanks!” I said, smiling gratefully at him.

“No problem sis.”

I sat down on the bench next to Diva, while Kwesi sat next to me, still watching him

“You will be eating healthy from now on, so no more junk food, or drinks,” he said sternly. I nodded to show that I understood and he continued.

“Good, and I already told your chef not to make any food that can be fattening or bad for you, and your friends and family will be watching you as well.”

“Alright,” I said, happy at how efficient he was. Maybe this was going to work out well after all.

“We have the next six months to get you down to at least 180 pounds, which means you will have to lose about twenty-one pounds a month. Now it will still be considered overweight with your height, but if you work really hard, you can lose more then twenty-one pounds. Only time will tell though, so at the end of six months, we’ll see where you are.”

“Are you kidding me, twenty-one pounds a month?” I asked, my eyes widening. Scratch my previous thought, this wasn’t going to work.

“Yes.” Then as he glimpsed my worried, slightly defeated look he smiled warmly. “Don’t worry, with my help you will lose twenty-one pounds a month. I promise.”

I smiled back, feeling better and more confident. “Thanks.” As he nodded and turned away I felt something grab me, and I turned around to find Kwesi’s hand on my arm.

“What?” I whispered to him.

“I don’t like it when he smiles at you,” he whispered back.

“Please Kwesi, just please control your anger,” I begged him.

“I am, it’s just that I don’t like it when he’s smiling at you.”

“Well, you can’t really help that, now can you? So please let go of my arm, you’re cutting of my circulation,” I said looking down at my red arm.

“Oh, sorry Dee, ” he apologized, looking guiltily down at my arm.

“No problem.”

“Are you two done talking now?” Looking up I saw Banahene observing my brother and I with upraised brows and I flushed, embarrassed.

“Yeah, sorry,” I muttered back to him.

“It’s fine. Now let us begin, shall we?” he said with a smirk.

Great. Let the training begin…

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