The gym

You walk off the bus and cross the street to enter Pumping It Fitness. You've never actually been to a gym before, but this one made the crucial error of sending you an advertisement in the mail this morning. You happened across it as you were eating breakfast and deciding how to spend your day, and it seemed as good a choice as any. When you entered the gym, a very fit young lady at the front desk looked you up and down -- you felt a stirring in your loins when she paused for just a moment at crotch-level -- before putting on her best customer service smile and greeting you with a carefully trained, cheerful tone.

"Good morning, sir! How can I help you today?"

You walk over and rest your balls on the countertop in front of her.

"I'm not sure," you say. "I'm honestly just here to look around, see what this place is like. Probably jerk off a time or two."

"Well, I'm sure you'll be impressed with our facilities! You can see the machines and free weights just over there, and both the Men's and Women's locker rooms are halfway down that hallway there. Each one has its own steamroom, as well. At the end of that hallway is the indoor pool, if that's more your speed. You're more than welcome to explore, try out all of our fine amenities, and cum anywhere and everywhere, of course! However, we do ask that you defer to any gym members if they ask to use the equipment you're testing. Sound good?"

"That sounds fantastic," you say, lifting your junk off the table and admiring the steamy outline of sweat left behind. When you look up, you notice door in the wall behind the receptionist, just barely visible through the design and colors of a geometric mural. "And does that lead to the employee's lounge?"

"Uh, yes," she confirms after a moment's pause, her confidence wavering slightly. "Guests aren't usually allowed in there, but if that's really where you want to masturbate I suppose we can make an exception?"

You think it over. This place is a veritable buffet of sweaty, fit flesh.