Check out the gym on the same street.

I realized that I had just over an hour to kill. I double checked the info on my phone and shook my head, smiling to myself. What an odd way to get a date, well, maybe not odd that I got a date but odd that it turned out to be who it was. I had been out on dates before, but it never really felt more than some girl’s attempt to get in my pants. Sometimes they did, sometimes I felt put off by their aggressive attention. Femiles tended to be more aggressive than females, but there were definitely some females that came on pretty strong. In the end, dating felt more like going out to get a random booty call than trying to search for a viable relationship, so it had been awhile since I had bothered.

I started walking down the sidewalk, it felt better to be moving rather than just standing around. I checked out a few of the shops as I walked past. There was a small grocery, a Chinese food restaurant, I could see there was a gym up ahead. Ya know, cardio has done wonders for my health, but it wouldn’t hurt me to bulk up a bit. I casually wandered up to the store front and checked out the advertisements posted there. Interesting, they have a special deal for new members, 50% off my first 3 months. I decided to keep walking but then a flashy pink poster caught my eye and I stopped. ‘Yoga Classes’ was in bold, blocky letters. ‘Experienced or brand new, all are welcome : )’. It had a cute little smiley typed out after ‘welcome’. I pictured a young, fresh out of yoga school, or wherever you learn to become a yoga instructor, female in tight spandex helping other women in spandex… I mean, give me a break, I was young, dumb and full of… fun! I had never really thought about joining a yoga class, but suddenly it seemed like a really good idea. ‘Inquire inside for more info.’ Ha. ‘info.’ was abbreviated instead of typing out ‘information’ in full. It gave the ad a bit of a trendy appeal.

Instead of continuing down the sidewalk, I turned into the gym. I opened the door and a ‘DING, DING-ING’ resounded from the tiny bell at the top, announcing my presence. I strolled up to the front desk, “Hi there, I’m just curious about the yoga poster out front, it said to inquire inside?”

“Oh!” She exclaimed in a high-pitched voice, the girl at the front desk had orangey-red hair and wore large, round spectacles. She was wearing a t-shirt with the gym’s logo on it, except that the animated woman lifting a barbell looked very plus sized due to the fact that the girl’s breasts were expanding the shirt beyond what it was designed to accommodate comfortably. “Yes, sir!” She stood up from where she had been sitting and writing something down. “The yoga classes are four days a week, Tuesday to Friday.”

I stared around the gym for a second. It was a small. I could see that any new business they could attract would certainly mean a lot. At a glance I could see there were a few people working out on the equipment. There was a woman actually running on a treadmill. Not just half jogging, half walking like I see all the time at Mother’s gym that she worked at. Another was working out on an elliptical.

I looked back at the girl and noticed she had a name tag that was hanging on for dear life somewhat off center on her shirt. “Brittney?” I looked up at her, quirking my eyebrow slightly. She smiled brightly and, though I didn’t think it possible, pushed her chest towards me even more as she flirted and said with a wink, “two T’s, that’s me!”

I couldn’t resist flirting back a little. “This your gym, Ms. Brittney with two T’s?”

She giggled, “No! It’s my Aunt’s. I just run the front.” She added hurriedly, “And I do the yoga!”

“You… do the yoga? Like, you participate, or you teach?”

She blushed, “I’m the instructor.” Cute. She can’t be older than 20? I noticed she was wringing her hands slightly in front of her, which had the delightful effect of pushing her breasts together… Jeez… she has boobs as big as Ashley… My sister’s larger size came with the added benefit of having an extra-large bosom, the largest in the family by far. Okay, maybe not quite as large as Ash, but they certainly look huge, especially since this girl is clearly in perfect shape. Damn yoga instructors… it’s their job to be in good health.

“So not fair.” I muttered under my breath.

“What’s that?”

“Uh… So, tell me, what would be the benefits of me joining your yoga class.” I asked, lamely.

She beamed. “Well! If you are thinking of joining, which you totally should!” Nice sales pitch… “You’d see an increase in overall stamina, core strength and a lot of other…” did she just check me out…? “…benefits.” Her eyes snapped back up to mine as she said ‘benefits’. A little creepy, but… she was very cute so… “Also, there are private lessons available on the weekends… or Mondays… or pretty much, whenever… I guess…” I couldn’t tell if she was actively flirting or just getting lost in the moment.

“Er, thanks. I’ll definitely think about it.” It was a bit awkward as she just kinda stared at me for a second, then she seemed to snap to.

“Uhm… yeah, so if you have any questions, just let me know, I’m Brittney!” I chuckled slightly at her expense, repeating her name to me even though I had already confirmed it and it was right there, though slightly off-kilter, on her left breast.

“Sounds good Brittney! I just started working in the area, so I might be interested in joining.” I was sincerely interested. My youngest sister Karen was an avid yogi and had tried to get each of us in turn to join her. At the time I didn’t want to commit, since I was already running regularly and didn’t think I would really need to benefit from what yoga had to offer… now with my new job, it seems a little core strength and stamina wouldn’t be a bad idea.

“Oh!? Where are you starting your new job?” She leaned forward and put her elbow on the table, propping her chin up with her hand.

“The Rad Hatter.”

“That’s nice.” The glazed over eyes in front of me told me I could have said, “The Street Corner” (which was a local strip club with a bad reputation for being a simple prostitution cover-up) and she wouldn’t have responded any differently.

I spent the next few minutes making idle chit-chat, then Brittney offered, “Do you want me to show you the gym equipment?”

Hmm. I pulled my phone half out of my pocket and the screen lit up, showing me it was 11:03. “Sure, I have time.”

“Great!” She exclaimed, then trotted around out from behind the counter. Don’t stare… don’t stare… Whatever she was wearing under that shirt was definitely not a sports bra, she bounced along happily and as she came around the desk she looked coyly at me out of the side of her eyes and caught me eyeing her chest. She didn’t say anything to indicate that I had offended her, instead she started with, “If you’ll just follow me then!” and twirled and started towards the first piece of equipment lined up along the wall. Her behind was a bit smaller in size, but the yoga pants she was wearing showed it off nicely. It also put her legs on display and she certainly had something to brag about there.

I managed to break my reverie long enough to catch up to her before she got to a wide ‘V’ shaped piece with weights standing nearby. “Here we have the bench press. You sit down on it like this,” She sat on it and leaned back into the ‘V’, letting her arms drape down. Wow. Her breasts were exaggerated as she stretched on the bench, I did my best to stare directly at her face and managed to get away with only a quick glance as she seemed to be intent on catching me looking again. “You take the weights and use them like this.” She demonstrated with two separate weights how to hold them, pump them up and have them come straight down. I had been shown how to do this before by Mother, but I played along.

“I see.”

She put the weights back and hopped up off the bench. I looked up at the ceiling for a second as she did… Ha! Nice try!

She proceeded to show me all around the room, stretching over various equipment, bending over at every opportunity, even having me sit on equipment and manipulating my movements to show me exactly what each particular piece was for. By the end I think we were both fairly flustered and realistically, I was no better off in terms of general gym knowledge, but it had been fun flirting with her.

“You know, I think I will come to class. What time do you usually start?”

“7pm, on the dot!” She grinned happily.

I crossed my arms and raised one to tap thoughtfully on my chin with one finger, “Right on. I can’t tonight, have family plans, but I’m thinking I might drop by for a class in the near future.”

“I can- er, we can’t wait to see you! You’ll have a blast I’m sure!” She positively glowed, her hands clasped behind her back, emphasizing her bust.

“Thanks! Looking forward to it.” I smiled and waved as I turned to leave, “I’ll see ya around!”

“Oooh! What’s your name? So I can, uh, add you to the list?”

“Call me John.”

“Thanks John. See you soon.” Her smile gleaming, she walked back to her post at the front reception area.

I heard the familiar dinging of the bell at the door when as I stepped out of the gym and on to the sidewalk.

I checked my phone for the time. 11:45? I spent an hour in there? Wow. I turned around and realized in all that time I hadn’t properly taken note of the gym’s actual name. There it was, above the doorway in hot pink, ‘THE Gym SPOT’. I couldn’t help but note how cleverly the capitalized letters alone… yeah, that couldn’t have been intentional...?

I happily shake my head and think, “What to do now?”