The Gym

A body like Mackenzie's didn't happen without at least some maintenance, and the redhead's gym membership was how she made sure she stayed in top shape. The gym, Elite Nutrition & Fitness, was a top-of-the-line establishment, with the "elite" in the name representing not its clientele (the gym was indeed quite welcoming) but rather its standards for the facilities provided.

Exercise machines and weights of every conceivable nature were available for use. Various aerobics and martial arts classes were offered to members. A modest cafe with a carefully cultivated menu of healthy and nutritious foods and beverages helped keep members from wearing themselves out or risking dehydration. And, for after your workout, beautiful locker rooms, showers, and even steam rooms were provided. The gym was, to put it simply, the perfect place to stay in shape.

Mackenzie strode into the gym as she always did, duffel bag over one shoulder and earbuds already playing in her ears. Her workout clothes were consistent: a snug sports bra that she'd had ever since she started her membership a few years ago, a thin tank top over that, and a pair of bicycle shorts with a simple thong underneath to prevent camel toe. Mackenzie didn't intend to turn heads with her outfit, she simply chose what seemed the most practical. That didn't stop her from gathering looks as she went about her workout, however.

Not all the looks that the nubile redhead garnered were ones of appreciation. There were those among the gym's members who believed Mackenzie knew exactly what she was doing; jealous women and pent-up men looked at her with a slowly building resentment. Perhaps today would be the day one of them boiled over and did something to put Mackenzie in her place?