Ask about the exercise bikes again

“I’m sorry but when you said I could ‘try’, were you talk about the bikes?” you asked, stopping the trainer. The woman, again with a totally straight face, replied without so much as a blink.

“Oh, no, I meant her ass,” she said, no sarcasm or anything at all in her voice. “You were giving it a good look so I assumed you wanted to try her out.”

“You’re still doing this joke clause thing huh,” you sighed, crossing your arms and looking over to the bikes. You noticed that neither Jacques or the unnamed soccer milf reacted to what Susanna had said though.

“Sir, it’s really no joke. You understood what you agreed to right?” Now she was starting to sound a little annoyed, edging on exasperation. The woman was very good at playing her part, you’d give her that. But you weren’t going to be out-ridiculoused so easily.

“Oh yeah sure. And you said you were happy to assist?” you said, to which she nodded almost subconsciously. “So if I tell you to go over there and pull her pants down you’ll help me do that?”

“Yes, of course,” she added.

“Okay, go on then, show me her ass,” you said, glancing over to the two squat rack users and again neither of them were paying attention to your wildy inappropriate conversation.

“Excellent.” With that Susanna marched back over to the bikes and you followed her, then without so much as a tap on the shoulder to your target, she grabbed the waistband of the peddling girl’s tights and pulled them down. She must have hooked her thumbs into the underwear too because you were exposed to entirety of this unknowing chick’s thick pale ass in one go.

The woman jumped a little and stopped cycling and stood up on the pedals, raising her butt off the bike seat. Susanna proceeded to pull down more of her pants and you could barely believe what was happening. The shorter brunette looked over her shoulder and pulled one side of her headphones off of her ear, looked at the staff member then at you. You expected her to gasp, or scream, or maybe fall off the bike or something, but the girl just had her eyebrows raised, and not even in surprise, while bent over in front of you with her pussy, which you noticed was completely shaved, exposed too.

“Oh, hi,” came her friendly greeting, then a cursory nod to Susanna who was still holding onto the exercise tights now bunched up past her thighs. “Did you want to use me?”

And so, presented to you now, were two expectant faces, Susanna’s face practically next to this perfect ass that was being offered to you by a pretty petite brunette cyclist that a minute ago was minding her own business listening to music.

“This isn’t a joke?” you asked nobody in particular, perhaps the room at large. You looked over to the old guy on the treadmill still running, but the bikes were behind him so you only saw his back, and there weren’t any mirrors in front of him, just the window to the street outside. Back at the squat racks neither person had noticed and were continuing to do their exercises. “This isn’t a joke.”

“No sir,” the helpful staff member chimed in, smiling up at you. “You’ll want to come up closer.” You stared at both women who were waiting for you to do something.