Janice gets serious

"D-don't look!" Lauren squeals in terror as her face burns a deep shade of red and her hands futilely tries to hide her perfectly imperfect body.

Janice just looks down at the trembling, flushed girl before her as the murmurs of the surrounding crowd starts to grow.

"It's alright everyone, go back to your work outs," Janice commands as she helps little Lauren to her feet. "And let's get you some first aid."

Lauren is still woozy from her fall, and doesn't really comprehend what the big, strong, trainer is telling her.

"Um... o-ok..." she mumbles as Janice leads her out of the main exercise room, into a small one off to the side.

Lauren clings to Janice bigs, muscly arm, on the way there. Something about it just makes the small girl feel safe.

"Ok, have a seat on the chair," Janice says as Lauren plops down on a cheap plastic chair. The sound of her sweaty body slapping against the plastic echoing through the room.

After a brief examination, the trainer's warm, friendly tone quickly shifts.

"Lifts? Spanx?" The statuesque Amazon scoffs. "You've been hiding a lot from me, haven't you?"

"Well... I..." Lauren stammers, unsure what she should say.

"Get up," Janice angrily barks.

Lauren instinctively gets to her feet. There's something about the tall, beautiful, imposing, perfectly proportioned woman that makes Lauren want to obey her without thinking.

Janice walks around the shorter girl, inspecting every inch of her body. Lauren nervously gulps as the sweat beads on her forehead.

"This has got to go," Janice says as she takes ahold of Lauren's spanx and pulls, stretching it away from the smaller woman's body and then letting it go so it loudly snaps against her.

Lauren yelps as it makes contact with her out-of-shape body, in embarrassment more than anything else.

"I need to know what I'm working with. What I'm REALLY working with," Janice says as she looks down on Lauren. "Strip."

"W-what?" Lauren says as her heart starts pounding in her flat little chest.

Janice squats down so she's making direct eye contact with Lauren. "Strip," She repeats.

Lauren looks into those piercing, deep blue eyes. Her breathing grows ragged, her body starts sweating even more, and she feels a tug at her body-shaping undies.