Dare her to join the fun

"Seems like you got a little involved," I say, motioning to her bra. "You're missing a shirt at the very least."

"I guess it's, um...running the till," She shrugs, giving me a little chuckle and giving her polo a side eye. When I look over, it waves a short sleeve at me, making me laugh. "Though it doesn't have anything left to sell but water bottles..." She looks out at the gym, at the chaos enveloping everything. Everything but the both of us, at the moment...except that I'm happily riding curvy girl's shiny leggings like a stud horse in season, of course. "What's it feel like to float?" She asks.

"Pretty-much...as great as you'd expect it to?" I answer, laughing. "You really are feeling left out, aren't you?" I ask. "You realize most of these people are terrified, right?"

"You're not," She smirks. "The guy in the ladies locker room doesn't sound terrified," She says, "And only half of them are," She points out to the gym. "Look at the cyclist now."

I watch the girl she's pointed out, still sailing laps around the room near the ceiling. She doesn't look like she's stressed anymore, actually. She looks like she's having...the same kind of fun the guy in the locker room might be having. Her face is red, and her legs are still spinning, but there's absolutely more to what she's feeling than I can see.

The guys tied up on the weight benches are being teased by socks and t-shirts. They're clearly being dominated by them, but they seem to be having a little fun. The guy flipping out earlier is being walked toward the mens' locker room, trying to fight the clothing every step of the way, but to no avail. He seems to be about the only one still completely trying to resist. Each of the other parties are so wrapped up in the impossibilities happening to them that it seems like the clerk and I are the only ones taking in the whole situation. There's a lot of noise coming from the yoga gym now, and we both notice it at the same time, because we look at each other. The clerk just raises an eyebrow at me.

"Did you notice the pilates girls?" She says. And I hadn't, but I do now. And...sweet lord. Their platforms have brought them close to each other, and they're both standing up on them--clearly not by their own choice. It's almost as if their outfits are forcing them against each other, and their hands are just compensating. They're doing a nervous sort of dance above gym, looking like they're awkwardly trying to avoid what their outfits are forcing them to do.

"Maybe you should just...ask," I say stupidly, just as an attempt to get her to come out and say what she wants.

"Ask? For what, exactly?" Her voice is low, and she's clearly looking down at what I'm doing as she smiles slightly. I can't help but laugh at how candid she is--and now she's daring me to elaborate.

"Well, you're the one who might be feeling a little left out," I tell her.

"Kind of defeats the purpose to ask, doesn't it?" She asks. "You didn't ask for that to happen...but you're clearly enjoying it," She says. I can't help but laugh again, because, well, obviously I am. "The girl on the bike, the pilates girls, they didn't ask for this, but outside of the mystery of what comes next...it doesn't seem like they're exactly being tormented..." She trails off as she watches the men on the benches again, then snaps back to me. "Part of what makes it exciting is not knowing what they're going to do to you, isn't it?" She laughs a little. "Besides, who would I ask, exactly? My polo shirt?"

"Maybe you should try getting in something's way," I say. "It worked for the guys."

"I guess I could try to take my shirt back," She motions a couple meters away, to the register. "Or...maybe I could be really brave and try to rescue you from your predicament," She winks.

I swallow hard, wondering what the red outfit would do if she actually followed through with that hypothetical. The shiny red ass inflated around my cock again, and a groaned a little despite trying to control myself in conversation.

"You're, uh...you're not really gonna try that with her stuff, are you?" I ask, shifting my hips around and trying to keep myself from getting too excited.

"Maybe I'll surprise you," She grinned, jumping into action.