Not quite...

As Les goes for another deep squat, he hears not just one but RWO sets of footsteps walk behind him. He takes a sharp intake of breath to steel himself both for the lift as well for his nerves as he sees not Jessica, but two unknown women react to seeing his naked backside before noticing his reflection...

"Hi, we're just looking for the...oh my GAWD, girl....!" A brunette began before she noticed.

"Ohh baby! Maybe we wanna be in this room, instead..." a blonde giggled as the two surround him.

Les places the bar on the rack and blushes, turning to see them face to face.

"Hey, uh...which room are you looking for?" He asks, a bit nervous.

"Oh, we were looking for the rod-oof!" The Blondegirl said before getting socked in the shoulder by her friend.

"She means the yoga room. Do you know where it is?" The brunette asked.

"Oh, um...I think so..." Les said, realizing too late what he was opening himself up to.

"Oh! Could you show us? That would be a BIG help! I'm Stacy by the way." The blonde nearly jumped to his side to wrap herself around his muscular right arm.

"Yeah, we'd...VERY MUCH appreciate it..." the brunette sauntered up to him and ran her finger around his left peck, snaking down his belly.

"Oh, um....." he nervously hemmed.

"Stacy! Look! O think a part of him wants to help!" The brunette shouts, pointing at his throbbing cock.

"Ooh! Its nodding! Well, I think that means he's leading?" Stacy the blonde giggled, holding his arm more securely.

The brunette smiled and pulled on his other wrist, keeping him exposed as they pushed through the door and into the hallway. Les blished as he felt the cool air hit him, but didnt cause his erection to go down.

"L-ladies, its just the next room over...you dont have to..." he tried to protest.

"Oh, but we insist! Such a strong man helping us poor girls find our way, we cant keep ALL of you to oirselves..." the brunette said as they reached the door to the yoga room. Stacy opened the door, fully revealing Les to a room full of women of varying ages. From 18 all the way to 60.

"What is the meaning of this? Nudity isnt allowed!" The 40 year old instructor in leggings, shorts, and a sports bra stood her ground. Her short hair, muscular physique and stern demeanor made her look even more authoritative than she may jave intended.

"Oh, we found this guy lifting weights nude and he helped us come here." Stacy explained.

"He seemed to like the attention, so we decided to show him of to all of you." The brunette explained.

"Well, be that as it may...and how obvious he likes us looking, he isnt enrolled, and I cant have anyone else in my class." Yhe instructor explained.

"What if...he was a visual aid? He can try out the poses next to you? It would help anyone who has issues doing the poses. Eother by seeing that je may struggle more than them, or that they can see where he has issues and know how to adjust their own pose?" The brunette said.

"Ooh, good point, Christy!" Stacy replied.

"Wait...what? No, I need to..." Les tried to leave, turning away from Stacy, but hos cock bumps Christy's thigh, making him moan involuntarily.

"Jear that? He sounds **** to help!" Stacy joked, but it didn't diminish Les's embarrassment.

Meanwhile, the instructor stood, arms crossed under her medium sized breasts contained within her sports bra. She contemplated himoring these women with their eye candy...