The lat pull down machine

Seeing an opportunity to sit down and stop her pants from flashing everyone with a mind of their own, Isabel headed over to the lat pull down machine. In her distracted state, she forgot to change the weight from the previous person, which unfortunately for Isabel, happened to be far more than she could lift.

Sitting down at the machine, she reached up and attempted to pull the hanging bar down to her shoulders, but it wouldn't budge. Straining with all of her might, the bar was actually pulling her off the seat through the weight. Isabel stood up, grabbed hold and with her full weight being lifted off the floor, just about managed to get the bar down to her chest height.

"Nice going Isabel. Some real muscles you're showing off there!" taunted Kelly from across the room.

Isabel, determined not to be humiliated again, gave the bar another yank down. Unfortunately for her, this forceful movement made her lose the control she'd barely managed to exercise over the bar and it started to shoot up again, catching one of her bra straps through her shirt and ripping it straight up with a huge amount of ****! Isabel gasped as she saw the bar shoot towards the top of the machine, her white bra hanging like a flag from one end like a flag of surrender, and looked down to see a slight rip down the front of her shirt.

She reached up and grabbed her bra off the end of the machine as quickly as possible, her pants sliding dangerously low to give everyone a view of the top of her butt crack. The bra had ripped and was completely useless. Isabel was now stood in the gym with no underwear on at all!