Oh, how is it wrong?

"Oh how is it wrong?" Mike was a bit put back by the forwardness of the woman. She gets up from the rowing machine and comes to the shoulder press.

"Get up," she insists. Mike, reluctantly gets up and the woman sits in his place. She puts her hands on the machine and leans forward into the press. "You need to lean slightly, to feel it on your shoulders." She strains, with more weight than she is used to.

"Thanks. You a personal trainer?" Mike is a little put off but still attrracted to the woman.

"No, just dated one for a while. Name's Veronica." Veronica gets up and shakes Mike's sweaty hand.

"Mike. Thanks for the tip."

"Anytime." Veronica breaks the handshake and goes back to the rowing machine. Mike sits down and looks at her as she returns to her fitness. He has had his fair share of fucking today but she seems like she would be fanastic.

After a good half hour in the weights room, Veronica wipes her face with her towel and passes Mike on the bench press. He is half way through a repetition when Veronica asks him...

"You busy tonight?" Mike almost drops the bar on his neck. He lifts it onto the rest and sits up.

"Not to my knowledge. What did you have in mind?" Veronica does not say a word and walks over to a desk used mainly for writing progress reports and writes down something. Mike walks over and gets very close to her as she turns around. She hands him a piece of paper.

"Be there at 8pm. Dress light." And with that, Veronica exited the weight room with a shake of her hips. Mike was impressed his first day back was so productive.