Turn it into a game.

"Let's make it interesting," you suggest. "Whoever can do the most reps wins."

"I like your spunk, and I don't doubt how strong you might be, but we're quite a bit... bigger. We should have a handicap to lift what we usually bench, and not the same. I don't mind that."

Madu speaks up. "But what does he win, hm?"

"A favour to be determined."

He laughs. "So it can be a kiss then?"

"Why not?"

"Let's do it then!" Lukman perks up. "But I have to warn you. My muscles have never let me down."

Madu raises his hand like a referee. "I'll be the judge then. As soon as one of you can't lift another, the opponent is the victor, and wins a favour. I hope you're up for this, Alice. There's no going back once I say start."

They're pretty competitive. I hope I didn't bite off more than I can chew here.

"And go!" he announces. "One... Two..."

You squeeze and lift, one at a time, as Madu counts. You notice both him and Lukman not taking their eyes off you. Whenever they think you're not watching, they ogle your bouncing chest and your tight shorts, but you're always watching. Six... Seven...

As it continues, it's becoming obvious that despite him lifting more than you, he has a lot more experience with this, and he doesn't look like he's going to give up anytime soon. A couple people have started looking over as well, interested in the contest. Your arms are starting to tremble as you're nearing your limit, but you're not giving up yet.