"Slip" out

This was it. Mackenzie could see it play out before her very eyes:

"It'll happen at the end of the next set." She thought. "One of the boys will put down their weights, or maybe look up from spotting their friend. Their eyes would first pass over me to do something trivial. Maybe add weight or such, but then they'll do a double take." Mackenzie bit her lip she knew what would come next. "First a look of confusion, Then a grin, followed by a uneasy chuckle or some hollering. This is when the others will notice me... My flesh on display for the gym. They'll approach, all of them, phones in hand, all trained on me."

"Would they record me squirm or just take pictures." Mackenzie wondered. "Something to save for later, no doubt they wouldn't, but was that all they would do?" She was after all tied up and exposed for their enjoyment.

"Why waste this opportunity of a life time?" Her mind wandered. "After all I am the femme fatal of Channel 6, and here I am. Mackenzie Fairbairn, on the scene at the town gym, her pussy exposed, nips ripe at attention. Oooh There goes my job." Mackenzie tried not to think about it. Taking solace instead in returning to the dozen or so teens that drew ever closer to the end of their set. Resigning in her fate. "Maybe they would try to play it sly. Tactically position a hand when going to "help." Cop a feel of my ass as they help me to my feet maybe." Mackenzie felt a warmth beneath her, but she paid it no mind as her thoughts raced. "Massage along the inside of my thighs as they lower the weights on this machine, rescuing me with sliding their hands ever closer, brushing against my-"

The seat was wet.

"Wha-" Mackenzie thought, but it came out instead as a soft moan. She realized she now straddled a sopping stool.

Her legs now, though free, locked themselves tightly around the seat as Mackenzie found herself gyrating lightly against the plastic liner. Her puss made soft puckering noises as it brushed lightly over the wet folds of plastic. Cum glistened as it stuck to the small bush Mackenzie meant to shave. It mixed in even more with each forward pass of her pelvis across the seat, as she leaned into her thrusts.

Apparently while in thought Mackenzie somehow managed to "wiggle" her legs to freedom of both the weights and her shorts which now lay in a damp clump under the stool.

"A-ah..." She was free and now-