You hold it in

"Do you need a napkin?" You ask tentatively. "No, I'm fine" Pokimane responds as she licks her lips. Turning away, you finish your lemonade. "Sorry for my, umm, attire" She says , gesturing towards her sports bra. "Scarra told me you'd come a few hours later, so I thought I'd get some exercise done" She admits.

"No sweat" you reply, still looking down [God that pun was bad]. "Oh, could you help me a little with my workout?" She asks, choosing to ignore your pitiful attempt at humour "I usually ask Lily or Yvonne to do this but they're with the others at a video shoot." "Sure!" You respond, eager to please your colleague.

"Great!" Pokimane responds. She gets up from the couch and grabs a yoga mat, unfurling it. She lies down on it and bends her knees, making them face the ceiling. "So you just have to hold my knees and keep count of how many reps I've done okay?" "Gotcha". You walk up to her and hold her knees.

Pokimane sets a timer on her phone and puts it to her side. She puts her hands behind her head and thrusts herself forward. [So she's doing crunches? Well, that explains her abs] You think as you glance at her well-defined abdomen. She continues to thrust her body forwards and backwards, her tits swinging around too. You do your best not to look as it would be too obvious, but you manage to sneak in a few glances. After a few long minutes, she collapses on the yoga mat, even sweatier than before, her hair is dishevelled and you can almost see through her sports bra. "Maybe you should take a shower or something". You say, averting your eyes. "You're probably right" She replies, gasping as she gets up. She hobbles over to her room and shuts the door behind her, leaving you alone in the living room.

You look around and give an appreciative whistle. This was a pretty well-furnished house. "Hmm, what should I do now?" You think to yourself.