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small canvas gym bag over her shoulder. She
     was looking down at her smart phone as she walked. Her long hair was red, and so
     were her scarlet nails. Teela said, “Hello.”
    “Hi. I’m here to see Teela. Teela Raye, I believe.”
    “I’m Teela. You must be Falon.” Teela extended her
     hand.
    Falon extended her hand as well, both offering firm shakes. “I
     am.” Falon dropped her hand and, without looking down, placed her phone in
     her bag.
    Teela asked, “You joined yesterday and already had your tour,
     right?”
    “Correct.”
    Teela gave her a once-over. Twice. She had obvious breasts that gave new
     meaning to the term
double-breasted.
“It looks like you work out
     quite a bit.”
    Falon smoothed the fabric of her tight sweat jacket. “No, not really. I
     haven’t belonged to a gym in years. I guess you could say I have a high
     metabolism. It’s hard for me to gain weight, so that’s good.
     I’ll admit that.” She placed her bag down between her feet and began
     to unzip her jacket. “But I have absolutely no muscle tone whatsoever.
     I’m very soft, actually.”
    “Well, if that’s what no muscle tone looks like, I’ll trade
     with you. You look like you should be training me.”
    Falon smiled and examined Teela from head to toe. “Oh no. I think you
     look great.”
    “Thanks. I will say I’ve learned to love my body. I’ve had
     no choice. I come from a long line of short and thick women.”
    “Thick sounds good to me. They always say we tend to want the opposite
     of what we are.” Falon bent down and placed her jacket in her bag. She
     came to a stance.
    “I’ve heard that before. So, do you want to head off to the
     lockers and I’ll meet you back here when you’re done?” Teela
     pointed to their right.
    “I can do that.”
    “Good. I’ll be waiting.”
    “Cool. Thanks, Teela. Love that name, by the way.” Falon stepped
     away, looking back at Teela. She smelled of a whisper of sweet melon oil.
    And Teela noticed. “Love yours, too,” Teela replied. Unbeknownst
     to Falon, she was imagining Austin fucking her doggie style. Teela’s clit
     got hard. “Uh, uh, uh,” she said in a low tone, looking down at her
     tennis shoes, crossing her arms.
Stop, Teela. Stop.
    “Pardon me?” Jennifer asked from the other side of the counter.
     Her expression said she could again read Teela’s dirty mind word for
     word.
    “Oh, nothing. Nothing at all. Just thinking out loud.”
    As was always the case, to make her members feel more at ease Teela put
     herself through the same regimen that she did them as she went through the
     training.
    After thirty minutes on the elliptical and thirty minutes on the treadmill,
     Falon was panting hard. Her breasts jiggled as she stepped. She picked up her
     Evian water bottle and sucked from it hard. From beneath her green midriff top,
     sweat dripped under her heavy breasts and under her arms. She wiped her forehead
     with the back of her forearm and said, “Whew. I think I’m about
     done.”
    Teela said cheerily, “We’re almost at the end of the cardio. We
     just have a half hour or so of weight training and then a cool-down on the
     bike.”
    Falon inhaled and exhaled big. “Teela, I’m telling you. I am
     spent. This is more than I’ve done at one time in years.”
    “Okay, okay. I can see that.” Teela stopped her own machine and
     looked over at Falon. “Your heart rate is really elevated.” She
     pressed the button on Falon’s machine. “Let’s take a break
     then until you cool down some.”
    Falon’s steps slowed to a stop. “Let’s.” She grinned
     at Teela. “Wow. You haven’t even broken a sweat.”
    They both stepped down from the machines.
    “Hey, there you are.” It was the tall black man Teela had greeted
     before. His towel was draped around his neck.
    “Hi,” Teela replied.
    “Hello.” Falon said, using her white hand towel to dab down her
     wet forehead.
    He said to Teela, “I’m Reggie. And