He tries to pick up the girl

Rick figured this was a good time to start on his new life. He inspected the blonde for a moment taking in her name tag... Tammy, her form-fitting lycra outfit and the way her breasts created a little overflow bulge at the top of the fabric. He tried to think of a way to get her to stand up and turn around so he could check out her ass but nothing came to his mind.

"How about I buy you a cup of coffee," he suggested, "and you can tell me about the different options I have in terms of membership renewal." He was in marketing, not sales but he added a big smile and figured he'd done pretty well.

Apparently Tammy wasn't as impressed. "I have a brochure here." She reached for a flyer, giving him what had to be an accidental look down her cleavage, and handed it to him. "Let me know what you decide."

Shot down in flames. Rick took a moment to look at himself in one of the wall-length mirrors that pretty much covered the club. He was in his thirties, wasn't fat, exactly, but had a bit of a gut on him from eating too much junk food at his desk while working late, and still had most of his hair. Overall, he was an average looking guy which normally didn't scare women away. Tammy, however, knew something most women wouldn't. She knew he'd just lost his job.

"Do I have any grace period on my membership?" he asked.

"Well, I guess you could work out today." Tammy was already looking at her phone, uninterested in him. "Make sure you turn in your card when you leave."

"Oh, yeah, sure."