It sure seems to be heading that way.

You offer to do some reps first and get down on the bench. She stands over you in the usual position, allowing you to stare up at her as you prepare for 'the burn.'

She is wearing a black sports bra and small black shorts, showing off her abs. Nice.

You start off with a decent weight and she encourages you nicely. You do a set of it and move up to a higher weight.

You feel yourself getting hard as you get so much attention from an attractive female Celebrity. You can't help it, really.

Has she noticed it?

After you do your reps, she decides to take over. You wipe the bench clean for her- naturally.

She gets on the bench and sticks to the weight you were just using. You imagine that she can probably do a higher one than you. She is a Professional Athlete, after all.

You try not to ogle her as you're spotting her, but it is pretty hard. Even so, you help her set the bar back when she's done with the set.

"You don't mind if I go up another 20 lbs do you," she asks with a smile.

"Nah. I'm all progressive and what-not," you reply, setting another weight on the bar, "You can kick my ass, but you also pay for dinner."

"Seems like a fair trade."

She chuckles genuinely at your joke, which is refreshing. She's neither trying to 'look cool' or laughing at your joke to make you happy. She seems very sincere- nice.

She does another rep as you watch sweat run into her breasts and down her abs.

When she finishes the set, you lean in to help her set it back on the bar. That puts your lower extremities closer to her face than you intended.

A moment later, she asks for a towel. As you lean in to hand it to her, she whispers to you.

"You know that whole thing about prize fighters and 'getting release,' right?"

"Yeah," you whisper back.

"Well..."