Pec deck machine.

You stroll over towards the equipment, sashaying your hips. You see many of the patrons look over to you, even if for a moment, though some struggle to look away. You're the sexist woman in the gym, and it feels amazing. You've never felt something like it before. With many eyes on your body, you sit down on the machine across from the two men, put down your bottle, and wrap your arms around the cushioned metal bars. You look to see the weight set to above average, but despite that, you squeeze without nearly as much trouble as you would have guessed.

As you workout, your chest squeezes together which each rep. Sweat trickles down your body, rolling over the smooth curves of your bust, and down your stomach. You notice quickly that the man across from you has stopped actually doing reps himself. Both him and his friend are looking at you, so you glance back in response.

"Wow. I've never seen you around here before," the one sitting speaks up.

"Is that a problem?"

"Oh god no," the other replies. "Want me to spot you?"

I think he already is.

Upon closer inspection, they look foreign, and there's a tiny hint of it in their voice.

"If you want." Then you add, "Are you from here then?"

The one standing finally introduces himself. "My name is Lukman, and this is my brother Madu. We're been here for years, but we were actually born in Egypt."

"Ooh. Exotic," you reply. "My name's Alice."

Madu laughs and gives you a seductive smirk. "Well, why don't we get back to work? Bro, let's switch. I'll spot you both."

"I don't mind showing off what I can do," Lukman says.