Proving A Distraction !

'How the hell are we supposed to get in shape for the game with that distraction ?'...'You want me to get the management to ask her to leave ?'...'Fuck off, sod the game. I just want to watch her !'...'I tell you, those are just ordinary tights'...'Oh yeah, 'cos you're so experienced with women's underwear'...'more experienced than you mate'...'Nah, those yoga pants get sexier all the time, it must be a new style.'

The local semi pro soccer team had booked the gym time to prepare for their big cup game but they were not making the progress their coach had hoped. Debbi was currently running on the treadmill and it was hard for the players to take their eyes off of her ass in those navy blue tights. She was wearing the outfit she had tried out with Carol in the office. After some prevarication over whether she dared, she had decided to just grab her coat and go for it. Carl, the lead trainer at the gym, had explained about the lads from the soccer team but if Debbi didn't mind, there still ought to be plenty of equipment free to use.

Debbi was glad the female locker room was empty when she deposited the coat and bag in her locker. She felt all eyes on her as she strode confidently into the gym. She was used to the male gaze but today she could sense the added frisson. She was beginning to work up quite a sweat on the treadmill when she saw Carl and Camilla, another of the trainers, heading towards her. Here we go, she thought, they're going to chuck me out. But instead Carl began "Hi Debbi. You've been a regular for a while now but we've never really got together to plan a tailored workout program for you. I'm free at the moment , so how about now this afternoon ?"

"Cool" said Debbi, looking at Camilla who was holding a camera. "Camilla can record it so I can review it later and see if it needs any adjustments !"