Treadmill

Seeing the many pieces of equipment and one lime green haired college chick before her, Renee decided that leg day should be the focus. She directed herself to the nearest treadmill. After doing some quick stretches, she hopped on the track hitting “Quick Start” and began walking. About 15 minutes in, she bumped up the speed a little. Her stride quickened, her heart thudded, and she kept focus to herself in the mirror in front of her.

Looking over at the only other person in the room, a college girl two treadmills over, jogging effortlessly like she was born on a track team. Renee had an incentive inside to push herself to be that great. upped her speed again, refusing to be outdone. That was her first mistake.

Her second mistake was looking down.

Her shoelace flopped too close to the belt, and in her attempt to avoid disaster, she stepped awkwardly. Her foot missed the rhythm, the treadmill yanked her backward. She landed on her stomach but the machine wasn’t done with her yet. The moving belt kept churning, and Renee’s baggy sweat pants, old and traitorous, began to peel downward like a banana skin.

“No, no, no!” the ginger squealed, clawing at the waistband with one hand, the other desperately trying to pull the safety key. But the treadmill had her in its grip. The young lady managed to grab the safety key pulling hard as it began to turn off. The track however refused to quit though. With a final tug, the machine managed what no male ever had done before: it stripped her pants clean off.

Renee scrambled backward on the floor, bare thighs squeaking against the polished rubber mat. Her pants were still half-eaten by the treadmill, the fabric flapping like a surrender flag as the device sputtered off.

She looked around wondering why gyms were designed with so many mirrors. Did people really enjoy watching themselves sweat? All it did for her was provide ten different angles of her own panty clad booty, bare for anyone and everyone to see. Remembering the other person, the redhead looked over frantically with a slight blush.

The green haired women kept pushing forward, luckily not noticing Renee. Grateful she hadn't been seen in a slightly embarrassing moment, the ginger quickly grabbed her pants pulling them back up as she stood up straight acting like nothing had happened. Just then several people began coming into the area much to her luck.

Renee chuckled to herself, smirking that she hadn't been seen while looking at her tanktop, now filled with grime from the track she fell upon. The thought of germs rushing all over her body disturbed her. As a shuddering sensation crept throughout her entire body of the made up germs that weren't going to harm her. The thought of being this unclean rushed through her, so she hurriedly made her way to the women's locker room desperate to get herself clean.