Right here, right now

"Take your dirty hands of me! Argh!" The very long-haired Blondie -you'd guess her 19 at maximum 20 years old- struggled against the tight grip of the gym security man. Although she had a well-toned body from your first glance, she stood no chance against 250 pounds of pure muscles.

"You can't do that! I did nothing wrong! Ughhh..." The girl kept struggling and looked furiously at you. "Well..." you start your sentence with a theatrical pause "...actually Brian and I can...."You quickly check her member's card."...Mina. And it is our damn duty to do so. Brian please lift her top." Her face first changed to shock then to fury, as she now fought Brian's grip by ramming her fingernails into his hands. Brian, a former bouncer and one of your first and most loyal customers had experienced drunk troublemakers a lot of times, so grabbing the wrists of this girl which wasn't even half his size with one hand and lifting them up behind her back was no challenge for him. What turned out to be a challenge was pulling her very tight top with the other hand over her icy blue lace bra, perfectly matching the colour of her eyes and eyeshadow. At first glance, you thought she might only be big C, maybe a small D-Cup, but seeing more and more of her bra being revealed you were sure those were at least DDs.

Minas face has turned to a crimson red as the other gym-visitors also have started noticing the girl’s bra problem. She now even tried to bite poor Brian's hand, who was still holding her top over her bra, now completely revealing her infraction of the gym rules. You went closer to her face so she now had to look directly into your eyes. "Did you think we coaches just sit here and invent rules for fun?" You tried to look as serious as possible, while inwardly laughing to yourself. You push one finger under her right bra strap, while enjoying her confused look now.

"This is so tight around your ribcage it will totally prevent you from breathing during your workout!" Without another word, you push your scissor below the lifted strap and cut it in one motion. You could see in her eyes that she was confused by your words and her resistance against Brian's grip became a little less furious. "You see, there's only one coach and one security guard here now for..." you make a gesture as if you would want to grab the whole gym"...at least 40 people training here now." You push the scissor under her left bra strap now. "Do you think I would notice if you lie on the ground here with dyspnoea in time, Mina?" You cut the last strap, which gives her enormous bust a great bounce, leaving the clasp of her bra as all that keeps her from being topless.

You can see in her face that the question is working on her now and she now completely stopped fighting against Brian's grip. "So, you see...these rules are totally making sense and only about YOUR safety." You end your lecture with opening the clasp of her bra making it fall to the ground, revealing to you a pair of some of the most magnificent natural melons you have ever seen in your life. The view is only topped by wonderful perky pierced nipples with sparkling silver barbells. She looks ashamed now and lowers her head. "I... I think I understand now." You can't stop yourself from brushing the sides of those gazongas while returning the scissor to your desk; of course, you also take the chance to run your fingers over her lovely areolae and hard pierced nipples.

"Uh..oh..." She faces you again. "What have we got here?" You give her nipples another pinch. "I don't think I can let you work out like this, Mina. You've already violated the rules once, so I need to keep an eye on you." She looks even more shocked...a few seconds ago she thought the display of her breasts was finally over and now you cause her more and more uncomfortableness. „Give me your top Mina." You nod to Brian again and she quickly gets the point, pulling the tight tank top over her head and handing you it over. You quickly grab the piece of cloth and walk to the nearby coaches’ counter, putting the fabric under the tap and drain it in ice-cold water. You hand the soppy tank top over to Mina again. "Here, take that on." As she doesn't immediately comply to your order you put a more menacing sound in your voice. "Mina, I need to make sure to see your ribcage even from the distance. I can't risk you taking on a bra on your ribcage again and ruining your breathing!" Reluctantly the young, naive blonde pulls the wet tank top first over her head and then over her awesome rack. The cold- and wetness of the fabric makes her nipples erect even more, which you can clearly see through the sheer fabric now. You can barely hide your massive boner now. "You may do your workout now...." Brian releases his grip on her and she's just about to go as you give her a clap on her very well-toned firm ass. "But come to my office when you're done. We need to do a new workout plan for you!"

As you notice that some of the other customers are still watching you, fascinated by the scene that just happened in front of their eyes, you pull out the Rulebook and add another entry.

[Old Rule: " Gym coaches’ workout plans are not to be questioned."]