A men-only class

Mackenzie couldn't help but give a small gasp of shock. The room was nearly full of men in workout garb, with no women in sight. She really had gotten stuck running a male class somehow! She had no idea why the gym manager had lined things up this way. Maybe it was a mistake?

Mackenzie walked to the front of the room, where the entire wall was covered in floor to ceiling mirrors, and dropped her bag by the wall. She noted there were about twenty men present. Almost all of them seemed to be openly staring at her. Which would normally have been fine. Mackenzie was going to be leading the class after all. But the bra-clad redhead couldn't help but feel like they were staring a bit more intently than usual. Most of them, if not perhaps all, were checking her out. The men were of varying ages, with some looking to be in their twenties, while others seemed like they were well into their fifties. And, she had to admit, some of them were pretty good looking. She blushed slightly, kicking herself for not checking her schedule ahead of time. What she wouldn't have given for a proper shirt right then! Mackenzie quickly kicked off her socks and shoes before unrolling her own yoga mat. She glanced up at the clock on the side of the room. It read 8:01.

"Alright, let's get started!" she said, trying to project as much energy and enthusiasm as possible. "My name's Mackenzie and I'll be your yoga instructor today. Now, since this is a beginner session, is it anyone's first time doing yoga?" A few of the men raised their hands and Mackenzie tried to make a mental note of them all. She'd have to pay extra attention to helping them as they worked through the poses. "Not to worry guys, yoga is one of the easiest forms of exercise to get into. I'll demonstrate all the poses as we do them, so just follow what I do."

And with that, Mackenzie kicked off the workout. She led the men through a few easy warm up moves before demonstrating the first pose. The Warrior I pose involved placing one bent leg forward and one straightened leg behind, then raising one's arms above their head. While not a difficult move by any means, the less flexible among the attendees might still have some trouble with it. Mackenzie began slowly making her way around the room, gently correcting a person's stance or back, to ensure everyone was getting it right. It was when she arrived at the middle-aged newbie in the back that disaster struck.

Mackenzie was moving his front leg slightly when the man suddenly lost his balance. As the man toppled to his left, he flailed and grabbed at the nearest thing he could find. And that just so happened to be Mackenzie's bra. A ripping sound echoed through the room just as the man hit the floor. Mackenzie, worried about her client, hurriedly bent down to check his wellbeing.

"Oh my god, are you alright?!" she asked, helping the man sit up.

"Ow, yeah I think so," he replied. Then his gaze moved to Mackenzie's chest and his eyes went wide. "Oh shit! Sorry, I didn't mean to!" he croaked.

Mackenzie, still worried, wasn't processing the new sensation her torso was sending her quite yet. Confused, she glanced down to follow the man's gaze. When she did, she couldn't stifle her gasp at the sight of her ripped bra.