After class

Work was something Carrie prided herself in; her family was well off enough that she could have lived like an heiress, drinking and partying and fucking but there was as sense of satisfaction that she got from her job. True, it gave her a chance to meet gorgeous ~lonely~ women, but watching people develop their skills and confidence would have been worth it even if they'd been a bunch of elderly overweight nuns.

The side benefit of regular yoga of course, was that she got to hear you compare her to a ferret with how flexible she was.

Still though, there was work and then there was work and Carrie ran her class as she normally would, perhaps a little easier then normal but not anything out of the ordinary, but she kept her attention on the new girl. Most people who came to the class were filled with a sort of nervous energy or mirth at the prospect but this girl... It was like she wanted to be somewhere else and not out of frustration but more like... misery. Still she was trying, that much was clear, though the sweat suit and lack of a proper mat probably wasn't helping in this regard at all to speak of.

As the background music began to drift to an end signaling that the class was over the students began getting up and heading back towards the main entrance to the room, Carrie slid through the class to intercept the new girl who looked like she simply wanted to get out as quickly as possible.

"Excuse me, miss? Do you have a moment?"

"I really need to go, my husband is waiting for me."

"Then he can wait; you need to have a warm shower after your first class, especially if you aren't used to this kind of activity, your muscles will be terribly stiff and sore if you don't."

The woman, clearly nervous hesitated before mumbling "I didn't bring a towel."

Smiling as reassuringly as she could, Carrie responded "That's not a problem; The staff change room always has some kicking around. C'mon it'll feel great, trust me."

A/N as always, likes, comments and suggestions are always appreciated :)