I've got a great sweat working up, which is impressive, considering I'm buckass naked.


"You're doing great," says a smooth voice from above me. "Now just a little more extension on the push."

I screech in surprise. There is a blond Adonis standing above me, muscles glistening, surrounded by a halo of refracted light. Every inch of him is visible through the hot pink spandex. Every. Inch.

"Don't give up now!" He smiles at me.
"You're just warming up!"

Warming is right. Dios mio.

I can handle this. Not physical contact, sure, but some incredibly hot guy encouraging me to work harder, work longer while I'm completely nude? Not a bad thing.

"That was terrific," Adonis says gently into my ear. I blush from head to toe.
"Now, time for cardio!"

He's suddenly replaced by a bevy of jiggly bikini-clad coeds, shouting things like "Let's work it" and "Feel the burn!"

"No!" I scream, surrounded by jiggling breasts and butts.
One of them yells "Woo! Yeah, I can feel it!"

"No no NO!" I yell. They continue jumping and hooting.

"Stop! Stop!"

"C'mon girls! And ONE!"

"End the fucking program!" I scream.

"Don't forget to breathe," one particularly well endowed chick tells me.

"END PROGRAM!"

The blonde bikini brigade disappears. The room is eerily silent.

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