Try on the workout clothes

You've always been jealous of women at the gym--skintight workout clothes that leave so little to the imagination just seems like the right choice when working to improve your physical form.

The outfit consists of a pair of peach-colored leggings that end mid-calf and a matching sports bra with a strappy back. Whatever the magic of the tower is is on display, because once you slip them on, you have curves that certainly weren't there before. Of course, as tight as they are, there is still a noticeable bulge in the crotch, which is exaggerated by the fact that you are half-aroused by your reflection in the mirror.

Trying not to be self-conscious of this, you push through the door...

You find yourself in a gym, with eight or ten women, all dressed similarly to you, and stretched out in rather suggestive yoga poses.

"Now girls, one of the things men like the most is a flexible partner. Let's work on getting those legs as high up and spread out as you can."

As the class switches positions, you catch a glimpse of some of the bodies around you. The "girl" nearest you must be six foot-two, and you start to see the emphatic bulge in her leggings.

"Hey--new girl--get with it!"

Blushing at the instructor's words and feeling slightly inadequate, you join the class.

By the end, your muscles are sore and your body damp with perspiration, but you feel proud of your progress in flexibility in such a short time.

As you follow the class toward the showers, a high, girly voice sounds in your ear.

"So nice to see new yoga enthusiasts, don't you think?"

Turning, you find it is the woman from in front of you. Trying not to stare at her breasts, which are almost at your eye level, you answer:

"Oh yes--I've been wanting to work on my core strength for a while now."

"You know, there are other ways to build strength..."

And, with a graceful but irresistible motion, she pushes you against a locker as her lips press hard against yours.

You quiver as you feel her press her body against yours--she is clearly much stronger than you, and you couldn't escape even if you wanted to. The bulge you saw earlier is now pressed hard against your crotch and you can feel it becoming firm. Your attention is distracted from this when she thrusts her tongue into your mouth hard while her hand gropes your bottom.

"Fancy a steam? No clothes allowed, I'm afraid..."

So saying, she takes your hand and pulls you happily toward a steam-fogged door...