Before/After fitness photos

“Take off your clothes.”

“Excuse me?” Her mouth hangs open.

“Your punishment is you have to take before and after fitness photos.”

“Uh, hard pass.” I continue to stare at Mindy until she squirms. “Noooooo!” She whines.

“Just change into something more form-fitting.” I pull out my phone. “Make it quick or you won’t get to take advantage of my one-hour handicap.”

Mindy stares at me, searching for a way out. “Okay, you are absolved of your puzzle crimes. No harm, no foul.”

“Too late! I have accepted my punishment. Meet me in the workout room.” I get up and walk away, hearing an anxious groan behind me.

Several minutes later she enters. She stands in front of a blank wall and frets with her fingers. She is wearing black spandex shorts and a white, sleeveless shirt tied in a knot at her waist. It hugs her body just enough to show off her nice curves, but is modest enough for her to be able to not feel completely embarrassed about it.

“Ready?” I ask.

“No.” Despite her answer, she stands still for the photo.

I take a couple pictures, directing her to turn ninety degrees after each one. “These are okay, but you are still hiding.”

“I...don’t have better clothes for this.”

“How about a swimsuit?”

“Nope.” She doesn’t elaborate. I can tell she is wearing a sturdy bra under the shirt.

“Take the shirt off.”

“Hey now...” She smirks at me. “I’m not that kinda girl.”

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to ask anything indecent of you. You just need good comparison photos. You will be glad you have them in a couple months when you need proof that all this effort is worth it.” She grumbles under her breath, then unties her shirt, then peels it over her head. Her cheeks flush as she awkwardly tries to figure out what to do with her arms. Her bra is thick and black, revealing very little besides her nice cleavage. “Good. Rotate like before.” After the photos are done she looks at me, waiting to be released from her ****. Part of me likes seeing her like this—not just in her bra, but anxiously waiting for my command. “Now take off the bra.”

“What?” Her voice takes a higher pitch than normal. I smile and wink, putting my phone away.

"Kidding."

She rolls her eyes with a smirk. “Boys never change, do they?” She pull her shirt back on.

“Not really.”