Hits the free weights

As she headed towards the Free Weight section, Beth noticed a few sets of eyes on her, but she'd spotted her potential targets in this area. Each of them was lost in their own world, so Beth barely registered on their mental radar.

One rather skinny Eurasian boy, clad in a sleeveless Ramones t-shirt and sweats, was doing tricep curls on a bench. At a distance, he looked like he was nearly as thin as an Auschwitz victim; upon closer inspection, it was obvious that he had a lot of tight muscles, in a Bruce Lee kind of way. Various tattoos (a blend of Celtic designs and occult symbols) decorated his upper arms. Nevertheless, this dark-haired fella came across as a nervous type around girls.

Another man, almost as tall as Veronica, but built like a wrestler, was doing benchpresses, oblivious to everything around him. "Probably thinks he's God's gift to women," Beth thought with a smirk. She'd encountered guys like this before. Her cousin Michael, who'd been a Marine drill instructor for 11 years, put it best about fellas like this: "Find the baddest, toughest person in your unit, and take 'em down in front of the entire squad, to show you're in charge."

There were also a couple of women in the area. A younger gal, about 22 or so, with her dark red hair tied in tight pigtails, was standing in front of a mirror working out, not looking at anybody. She had a cute face, with C-cups and long sexy legs. But what got Beth's attention was her curvy ass: for a white girl, it looked like her booty belonged on a hoochie from a rap video. Just the sight of it made Beth wish she had a dick, so she could screw it.

An older dark-haired lady, sexy in a Marie Osmond way, who obviously took great pains to keep in shape at her age, was working out as well. If not a target for Beth, she could also probably do quite well for herself as an MWC member, if properly stimulated.

The heat and sweat in the air, combined with all these individuals, gave Beth a girl-boner, just imagining the things she could do with these individuals. But where to start?