Pass. Find someone worth her time.

Lacey withdrew her touch from the man's mind. He would be fun to play with but ultimately not worth the trip. The lithe 24-year-old lowered herself into a deep squat and rose again smoothly, giving little thought to her form. She knew it was perfect. That guy whose mind she'd raided had been a stickler for form over all else, after all, so Lacey barely had to think about it.

She moved on to the next man in the room and sank the subtle end of her power into his wide open mind even as she stuck out her ass and lowered herself again. He was an airplane mechanic; that was interesting, but not particularly useful. She put him in the maybe column and moved on, growing increasingly aroused, herself, with each horny male brain she touched. It was very hard not to.

Returning the barbell to the rack with a clang, she took a deep breath as her mind was flooded with everything the next man knew. He was a lowlife thug and a ****. His arousal hit her like a wave and she had to brace herself and focus just to separate herself from him. His psyche practically drew her in, probably subconsciously, but it had caught her off-guard. As her connection to him faded, she realized he was contemplating approaching her.

With a groan, she added two heavy plates to each side of the bar. It would make for a brutal workout, but she knew that squatting more than he could would drive him away. She knew it. She'd been in his mind, if only briefly. It was a bit of a gambit, of course: the new weight was a little higher than her usual max weight, but she couldn't think of another way to keep him away. At least the extra effort would dampen her own **** arousal. She needed to find someone soon.

Carefully positioning herself under the bar, she felt all eyes in the gym turn to her. Many of them now seeing her more as an impressive weight-lifting peer more than a piece of ass, which wasn't what she wanted. Now she was annoyed.

She ripped the bar from the rack and dropped carefully into a squat before burning her irritation to stand on slightly shaky legs, shoving the bar right back up and re-racking it with a sigh of genuine satisfaction and relief. She'd hit a new one-rep max, something she'd never have cared about just a few weeks prior.

A presence at her side caught her by surprise and she turned, looking up with wide eyes. Thankfully, it wasn't the creep. Her gambit had worked. It was someone she hadn't scanned yet. He was a full head taller than her and very solidly built. She cursed under her breath for being approached unawares, but smiled at him just the same.

"That was quite a lift." He said, counting the plates she'd just lifted before turning his attention back to her, his eyes wandering smoothly from her eyes to her feet and back with no hint of shame. "Not bad at all."

Pride more than anything kept Lacey from shying away from his eyes. She knew she had nothing to be ashamed of, even if his advance was completely uninvited. She was smoking hot and she new it. In her artificially-aroused state, she had to admit he was looking very fuckable, himself. "Thanks," she said in a friendly tone even as she reached into his mind.

She had to be careful. With direct eye contact, she could accidentally destroy his mind completely.