“These fucking girls…” Becca whispered under her breath. “I swear their pants get tighter every year.”

    From her vantage point on the gym’s 2nd floor balcony, pro fitness coach Rebecca Bloom took in the marvelous sight below. A sea of treadmills and elliptical rowing machines covered the ground floor. Each machine carried a fit young woman wearing ridiculously tight workout gear. As they bounced, flexed, and strained against their weights, Becca’s eyes roamed and lingered on their graceful curves and muscular definition. She felt the familiar flush of arousal begin to redden her cheeks.