Kate Bock

You've had eyes for the leggy Canadian ever since you first saw her in Sports Illustrated and you've heard excellent reviews from fellow gym members. So as soon as you saw an opening in her schedule you signed up instantly.

Traffic was lousy but you left the office with plenty of time to spare, lateness to an appointment means instant cancellation. There are always hangers around the gym, who don't pick trainers but instead fuck whoever is made available by tardiness. You're not going to let one of them slide in where your dick's meant to be.

You arrive just on time to find Kate waiting for you by the rowing machines in a black sports bra and tight black leggings. She's got on a pair of grey toeless socks to keep her feet warm.

"Right, let's do this," she says to you.