A Yoga Foursome

Katie was acutely aware of every pair of eyes on her in the coffee shop.

In order to ensure her workout clothes were clean for the yoga class, she neglected to workout that morning. Her old workout outfit: the oversized hoody, the baggy sweatpants, the worn out sneakers, sat in a pile in her hotel room, daring her to wear them and workout, but she couldn't bear the thought of ever wearing them again. The bulky sweatpants, the oversized t-shirt, the worn-out runners. She deserved to wear something sexy. She only wanted to wear sexy clothing from now on.

So that's what she did. After waking up at her regular time, Katie dug through her purchases from the previous day and donned the most promiscuous outfit she had ever worn. It was sexy. It was even a little slutty. OK, it was very slutty. It made it clear that Katie wanted to showoff and, best of all, it made it apparent that she had something to show off.

She had more time to spare than usual, so she decided to walk to a different coffee shop. It wasn't necessarily better than the other one she had been going to, although she was sure some coffee-snobs would say otherwise, but it was further away.

And further away meant more public time in her outfit.

More time hearing the click of her peep-toe booties with the elegant lace-up front. More time feeling the cool morning air on her thighs between where her black sheer stockings stopped, and her black ruffled mini skirt began. More time with her boobs threatening to pop out of the burgundy corset bustier, which would have usually been a hindrance, but she couldn't deny the thrill she got when she watched a guy's head bob up and down like an entranced puppy.

It felt good to show off like that. She felt powerful to be sexy. Most of all, the exhilaration felt oddly arousing. Katie had spent her whole life thinking she had to favor propriety and respectability over fashion, over feeling good about herself, over being sexy. She was taught to look down on hussies, that any self-respecting woman wouldn't dress that way, but Katie now realized that she actually respected herself way more for dressing to be hot.

She was confident. She was sexy. She was powerful.

She was very turned on.

And so, walking into the busy coffee shop, she was acutely aware of just how many men stopped their conversations to look at her. Most tried to hide their glances, but some stared unabashedly, and the attention made her cheeks blush with excitement and the rest of her body flush with arousal. She tried to ignore it. She tried to act like it wasn't stoking a fire within her soul, but it wasn't easy. Every movement she made set off a chain reactions of motion in her outfit. Each step made her heels click and her boobs bounce. Each twist and turn caused her skirt to flare up and out. It was impossible to not draw their attention, and it took all her willpower not to show off more. It just felt so good.

Maybe too good.

She knew it shouldn't feel this good. She had never shown off like this before, but every eye on her made her want to show off more. She wasn't being held back by glances of disgust or repulsion, instead she just felt fueled to be more ostentatious, more flirty, more sexual. She wanted to show off to every guy there, but a piece of her mind kept yelling at her. She didn't even know these guys! She felt out of control. Every stolen glance and every quiet whisper felt so damn good. She had to remove herself from the situation before... before she caved to how good it felt to show off.

Katie resolved to make it back to her hotel as quickly as possible. Back to the denizens of the convention. Back to Andrew. Back to someone she could safely show off to.

But not before getting their coffees.

And not before walking back and forth through the coffee shop to grab lids and coffee sleeves and sugar and stir sticks...

Katie smiled mischievously as she exited the coffee shop, and threw out the sugar in the trash can just outside. Perhaps she could still have her cake and eat it too. L

**

"Seriously, the lighting in here is a disaster. Forget about gettin' a decent selfie."

Katie rolled her eyes in amusement. Ever since she told Carmella that she didn't have an Instagram, her friend found every opportunity she could to take photos to help curate an account. Katie knew that any evidence of her at the convention could potentially get back to Jake, so she had been trying to act disinterested about it in the hopes that Carmella would lose interest, but the blonde woman was oddly persistent.

"Maybe it'll be better when we're in the studio."

Katie smirked. She couldn't deny that Carmella's outfit warranted a selfie or two. Even in workout clothes and waiting to start a yoga class, Carmella still found a way to look expensive and show off her glamour. She was wearing a white sports bra with wide gold trim. It didn't look particularly supportive, but did wonders to show off her implants. Over top of the bra she wore a pink mesh crop hoodie that she had mostly unzipped and wrapped around and under her boobs like a bright fuchsia frame. A gold chain belt wrapped around her bare belly and rested above a pair of white and gold booty shorts that matched her sports bra. She wore a gold anklet on her right leg and finished her outfit with cork wedge sandals with white straps. Her blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders in elegant waves, and Katie had to wonder if she'd ever done yoga before. Hair like that would be very annoying for any of the inverted positions, and the gold chain was sure the make a noise any time she bent over.

Katie's outfit wasn't nearly as ornate. She was wearing a simple black sports bra, bright orange leggings and cute white sneakers, and while it wasn't as extravagant as Carmella's outfit, it was still significantly better than her old clothes. She had insisted on buying her outfit herself, even declining Andrew's offer to purchase it for her, so she had tried her best to keep the purchase as minimal as possible. She still had a fiscal responsibility to her man at home. Jake was a little upset when she told him about it over their phone call the previous night, but when she lied about leaving her other workout gear at home he conceded that it was a purchase she needed to make. Katie was very excited at the idea of injecting sexy, stylish clothing into her life with Jake. She couldn't wait to wear more than just boring, frumpy clothes away from work. In fact, if she was being honest, the thought of it turned her on.

Katie tried to believe that was the only thing turning her on, but she couldn't deny the pleasure she got from being Andrew's eye candy all morning. In addition to the thrill of catching the attention of most of the men there, and on top of being able to showoff for Andrew, she got an unexpected thrill when she noticed men acknowledge Andrew just because she was there. Some even seemed to complimented him for having her adorned on his arm like a luxury watch. Katie felt a gush of arousal when she first noticed it, but it wasn't untila bit later that she understood why. It wasn't that she enjoyed being objectified, being seen as little more than an accessory for an affluent man, no, it was the realization that she was being a good employee for her boss. By looking sexy and being his arm candy, Katie was opening up doors and interactions for him. She was making his like easier. She was making his life better. She was being a good employee for Andrew Cowall by wearing sexy clothes like her burgundy bustier.

"Do you think they'll give us some samples after or somethin'?"

Carmella's voice rang through Katie's reverie like a church bell in a village, and brought her back to the present. Back to Carmella's bright yoga outfit, back to the small and cramped foyer erected on top of a booth promoting vegan supplements, back to the tedium of waiting to get into the yoga studio.

Back to an annoyingly pleasant feeling in her loins.

Unbeknownst to Katie during her daydream, her gaze had fixated on Andrew who was chatting with Martin at the far end of the white, sterile room. They had stepped aside to discuss something, leaving the two women to hold their spot in line. Martin looked comfortable in his gym clothes, like he wore them weekly. You could have never known that Carmella had just picked them out the previous night. He wore long, loose yoga pants and a sleeveless athletic shirt. The outfit really let Katie admire his physique. While he was nowhere near as buff as Jake, it was clear that Martin took care of his body. His chest was broad and his arms were well defined, something Katie hadn't noticed before due to his dress shirt and suit jacket. He really was quite a silver fox. Carmella had scored herself quite the catch! Katie's lustful haze briefly made her woder what their sex was like. Who took on the more active role under the sheets? Who rode whom?

Katie blushed and shook away the thoughts of Martin pinning Carmella to the wall.

She turned her attention to her boss. Unlike Martin, Andrew looked quite like a fish out of water. He didn't look nearly as comfortable in athletic clothes as he did wearing a suit and tie. Katie had to stifle a giggle of adoration. She had never seen Andrew look quite so awkward before. It wasn't as though there was anything wrong with what he was wearing, per se: he had on some black shorts, a loose fitting blue shirt, white socks and brand new bright white runners. For all intents and purposes, it was perfectly acceptable gym wear, but, on Andrew, it may as well have been a clown costume. Still, Katie was really glad that he was willing to try something for her, especially since the execution of her plan hinged on him getting an unadulterated view of her ass during yoga.

Her main reason for choosing the particular leggings she was wearing were the black mesh panels placed throughout the garment. The tag insisted they were 'strategically placed for optimal breathability and durability', but anyone with any brain could tell the black panels acted like big arrows to draw attention to the butt. Even the seat of the leggings were stitched to emphasize a round ass. Katie had already caught him stealing glances of her ass whenever he could. It was a decidedly different reaction than she the one she garnered from her corset, but Katie welcomed it with open arms. It meant that her plan had a chance to work. It could mean that Andrew would bankroll an entire athletic wardrobe for Katie, without her even asking. She watched Andrew like a lioness hunting her prey. Maybe he'd even spring for a treadmill or some yoga accessories for in the office.

"Katie. Earth to Katie," said Carmella loudly enough for the whole room to hear. Martin and Andrew paused their conversation and looked up at the two women. Katie blushed furiously. She had been caught red-handed admiring them, admiring Andrew. She quickly whipped her head away and looked at Carmella.

"What?" she asked in a harsh whisper.

Carmella smiled slyly and then softly responded, "You need to stop fantasizing about your boss and talk with me."

"I'm not fantasizing about him," Katie snapped quietly, "You know I'm engaged."

"Oh yeah, right. Does Mr. Fiancé know that you longingly gaze at Andrew with a goofy grin on your face?"

Katie felt her cheeks burn brighter as they somehow found a new shade of red. Her face felt practically on fire as she looked away from Carmella’s teasing smile. Her hand started grasping out for something, anything, to fiddle with because her mind was racing. How long had she been staring? And had she really been fantasizing? Katie wanted to dismiss the embarrassment completely, but Carmella’s words hit too close to home. Her left hand eventually found the hair tie around her right wrist, so she grabbed it and began tying her hair back.

Carmella gave Katie a playful push on her shoulder and said softly, “Look, it’s fine, babe. We're here to have fun, yeah? So have your fun. It’s not like you’re actually doing anything wrong. But hey, if you wanna go ahead and tell yourself you’re just being a ‘good employee,’” she said, using air quotes, “That’s your business.”

Katie bit her lip. One thing she had come to learn about Carmella was that despite her bimbo-like appearance, she was actually really quite astute. She probably had to be clever in order to keep up with Martin's intellect. Katie couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe Carmella was right. Maybe she was enjoying her role as eye candy a little too much. Sure, she wasn’t crossing any lines, not really. Flirting was harmless, right? And it wasn’t like she was the only one benefiting: Andrew clearly enjoyed the attention. If it made him feel good, then what was the harm? Besides, Jake wasn’t here, he wouldn't know, and this was all just part of the job... sort of.

Carmella nudged her playfully. “Anyway, you’ve got his attention, and you look smoking hot, so who cares what anyone else thinks?”

Katie thought intently about her situation. There was no denying that her heart raced when Carmella said she had his attention, but was that because of her plan to persuade Andrew to buy her a new workout wardrobe, or was it something else? Was she developing some serious feelings for him? Could she continue to draw the line between operating as a good employee and acting on her emotions?

The door to the yoga studio opened and drew in everyone's attention, Katie's included. A radiant and petite woman walked out, her face ablaze with an exuberant smile. Her rose-gold hair was styled in a short bob that bounced with every step. "Hello everyone," she announced in a voice that somehow portrayed both excitement and serenity, "Please come in!"

Andrew and Martin rejoined the women in the line, which began filtering through the door. Katie decided that she'd have to assess her emotions later. If she wanted to get new workout clothes, she'd have to keep playing the role she was given and she'd have to convince Andrew that he wanted to see her wearing athletic clothes more often. She looked over her shoulder and cast a playful smile behind her. His eyes darted up from her ass to her face. Katie's smile broadened.

"Are you sure you're up for this?" she asked.

Andrew smiled and nodded.

"Good," she said before turning back around. So was she.

The petite instructor had greeted every person as they entered and beamed at Carmella and Katie as they approached the door. "Is it just the two of you?" she asked.

Katie stepped back and wrapped her arms around Andrew's waist, Andrew draped his arm over her shoulder in kind, and then Katie nodded her head toward Martin. "Four," she said with a cool smile that masked the burning flame in her body. It felt surprisingly good to embrace Andrew, to wrap herself around him. She needed to calm down and focus on the task at hand, but her racing heart seemed to have other ideas.

"Well, the more the merrier!" sang the instructor, "You'll find mats in the corner. Help yourself and find a nice spot for all of you." She then turned to address the people next in line.

"Is this what the Girlfriend Experience is like with you?" Andrew quietly asked Katie while they walked into the studio.

"Mmmhmm!" Katie replied.

"I could get used to this," he said.

Katie tried her best not to wonder if she could get used to it too.