Helper at a gym

'Rocko's Gym' the sign proclaims. You've scarcely read it when Jack's hand slips to your lower back, propelling you through the door.

A wall of muscle greets Jack. "Hi Jack."

"Hi Liz. Max still looking to hire?" he asks the tall, broad woman manning the desk. Well, she's not that broad, but she's a whole lot bigger than you are, that's for sure. She could moonlight as Wonder Woman.

The woman looks at you for the first time, eying you up and down with scorn. "Her?" she says in disbelief.

"She might be small, but she's fit. Show her your abs, Jenny."

You stare up at him, but before you can make your tongue finally say something in front of him he grabs your shirt and pulls it up.

"Those aren't abs," Liz notes drily, and you a blush crosses your face.

"Oops. Too high. I keep forgetting how short she is. Anyway, she's got a dancer's body. Besides, it's not like she'd be coaching, just helping. Fetching towels, water, taking orders, cleaning things. Grunt work, really. It's not so bad," he adds for your benefit, clearly reading your look of dread. Back home you'd been easily bored, with a tendency to wander off when you weren't interested in what you were supposed to be doing.

"If you say so," Liz says, clearly meaning the opposite. "Max is coaching at the moment. She can wait outside his office.

"Sweet. You're the best, Liz."

The two smile at each other, making you wonder if they might be an item. Then Jack drops your shirt and lowers his hand to your butt, pushing you ahead of him.

"You can wait out here," Jack says, pointing to a plain wooden door. "Tell Max I said he should snatch you up."

You nod at the blond god and watch his butt avidly as he saunters through a door not five feet from where you're standing. Beyond that door you see another, and while the first is still closing the second opens to reveals several muscle-bound men, half of which are letting it all hang out.

Blood suffuses your face, especially when one looks up and sees you. He waggles his hips suggestively, making his dick sway before the door cuts off your view. You don't know whether to be thankful or curse.