The Coronavirus caused gyms across America to close, including Cordelia’s. But on this Monday, her gym would open for the first time in three months, and she was eager to return to shaping her body, to make it toned and firm again.
She pulled the glass door open and walked to the front desk to check-in. Two employees, a young cacasuian woman and a young black man, were standing behind the desk. The male employee saw Cordelia first.
“Welcome!” He sounded happy to say it, as if he had had few chances to welcome customers that day. Cordelia handed him her keytag. As she watched him scan it, she couldn’t help but notice his large biceps. She smiled and thanked him, then turned to look around the gym for the first time. She was surprised to see how few people were actually there.
In the large room which held the workout machines and free weights, she only saw a half a dozen people, four of them men and two women.
*Maybe people are still scared of getting sick from the Coronavirus*, she thought. *Or maybe they don’t know the gym is open yet.*
Cordelia didn’t mind it was nearly empty. In fact, she preferred it. Most of the machines were free to use, and she could easily maintain a proper social distance between her and the other exercisers.
Cordelia decided on mounting the stair-climber first. She knew that every step on the machine would work out her calves, glutes, quads, and hamstrings. It was a good way to target and tone her lower body. She prided herself on her shapely butt, and wanted to keep it that way.
Cordelia climbed up the steps and set the pace of the moving stairs, then pushed the start button. To maintain her balance, she held on to metal railings on each side of the stairs. As soon as she grew accustomed to the pace, Cordelia took a moment to look around. Standing near the top of the steps, her field of vision improved. She saw two women stretching on yoga mats, two men building their pectoral muscles on bench-presses, and two other men lifting dumbbells, performing bicep curls. In the distance were several televisions which she mindlessly scanned, trying to decipher what was happening on each without the benefit of audio.
After 30 minutes on the stairs, Cordelia decided to move to the hip abductor machine. She sat down in the saddle, set the proper weight, then began spreading her legs, pushing against the resistance the machine’s weights provided.
As she continued the exercise, opening then closing her legs, she looked at herself in the mirrored wall and was surprised to see pubic hair peeking from underneath the bottom of her shorts. Even more surprising, she saw that two of the men in the gym were watching her, one pointing to the other the spectacle he saw of her spreading legs which revealed her exposed bush.
As soon as she realized they were watching her, Cordelia stopped exercising, placed her legs together, and tried to compose herself, unprepared for the sight of the men watching her at the very moment she exposed her vaginal carpet. She saw her face turn flush in the mirror, then looked away, unable to look at the reflection of the men in the mirror again. *Maybe these shorts are not the best thing to wear at the gym*, she reasoned.
Cordelia stood up and stepped over the machine, freeing herself. She bent over and picked up her water bottle from the floor, then turned to see the men who had been behind her. She only glanced at them, but saw they were still watching her, smiling. She lowered her head in humiliation and marched towards the women’s showers, too embarrassed to look at them again as she passed by.
After the men saw Cordelia’s fur poking from beneath her shorts, she decided to take the following day off from working out. She was mortified, and couldn’t bring herself back to the gym. But by the next day, Cordelia’s attitude had changed. She resented the men leering at her, looking between her legs. *Screw them*, she thought. *Why can’t I wear what I want? I just want to work out in comfort! I don’t care if someone occasionally sees something they shouldn’t!*
And so it was that Cordelia found herself at the gym again, defiantly wearing not only the same pair of short shorts, but also a crop-top; a T-shirt she had cut up with scissors to show her cleavage and expose her belly. She even decided not to wear a bra, risking the chance of exposing her “underboob.” *Modesty be damned,* she told herself. *I should be able to wear what I want!*
By the time Cordelia gathered her courage to return to the gym, it was hours later than she normally went, just after 8 pm. This would only give her about an hour to workout before the gym closed. So when she arrived, she decided to repeat her shortened routine from the previous day, starting with the stair-climber.
As before, the gym seemed almost empty, even more so given the later hour. From the top of the steps Cordelia saw three men and one woman working out on weight machines, with no one else in sight other than the single male employee at the front desk.
Once she finished her routine on the stair-climber, she had intentions of moving to the hip abductor, but despite her earlier bravado, had second thoughts. Since she hadn’t worked on her upper body yet, she decided to focus on her pectoral muscles on the bench press instead. *Less exposure that way*, she reflected.
Cordelia walked to the rack which held the long bar and weights she would lift from the bench press, and added 40 pounds to each end of the barbell. She could usually bench more weight than this, but it had been awhile, so she wanted to go easy on her first time back on the bench press.
Cordelia bent down and placed her water bottle on the floor, then positioned herself on the weight bench, lying down then grasping the bar from underneath, her hands and arms aligned appropriately with the chest muscles she was about to strain.
She suddenly pushed up, and felt the weight of the bar on her palms, triceps and pecs. The weight felt heavier than she expected. *It’s been awhile*, she thought. Cordelia continued the upward motion until her arms were fully extended, then slowly lowered the weight, returning the bar just above her chest, then repeated the upward motion again, duplicating the up and down movement of the bar several times.
As Cordelia lifted the weight, two men on nearby machines watched her. They were in fact acquaintances with each other, having both attended the gym for a number of years. They worked out nearly every day after work, so it was no surprise that after a time they knew each other well enough to nod, wave, and talk to each other about their workouts, among other topics.
Since Cordelia was lying on the weight bench and not looking directly in the mirror in front of her, she didn’t notice the two men watching her. Nor did she observe that when she straddled the bench and laid down, her legs were far enough apart that once again any passerby could observe her pussy hair beneath her shorts, including the two men nearby, who also noticed the bottom of her breasts revealed under her crop-top.
One of the men approached the other and they began quietly speaking to each other, all the while looking at the woman on the bench press. Then, the same man who started the conversation began walking to the check-in desk, and spoke to the employee behind it. The employee smiled and nodded, then picked something up from the desk, and walked to the front door. He inserted a key into the door lock and turned it back and forth, pulled it out of the lock, then returned behind the desk, depositing the keys onto the desktop counter. It was fifteen minutes before closing time, and the only people remaining in the gym were the employee, the two male customers, and Cordelia.
Cordelia had been lying on the weight bench, resting before her next set, oblivious to what had just transpired. She pushed up on the bar again, beginning another round of repetitions. As she lifted the weight, the two male customers approached the row of bench-presses, each of them choosing stations on opposite sides of her, adding weights to the bar at their respective benches, as if they too were about to lay down and lift the bars.
As she performed her reps, in the corner of her eye Cordelia saw one of the men walk up to the station next to her. Then, as she continued her struggles lifting the weight, she shifted her head to the other side, and happened to see the other man approach the station on the opposite side. Nevertheless, she was so focused on what she was doing, she thought nothing of it, and continued lifting the bar above her chest.
The men’s names were Mike and Jamal. Mike stood at five feet, eight inches tall, a white man with a stocky build and barrel chest, while Jamal measured in at six foot, 5 inches tall, a dark complexioned black man with broad shoulders. The men had spoken to each other about the way Cordelia was dressed. They agreed that women like her who dressed that way caused them sexual arousal, and made them stimulated beyond the limits of their self-control. This woman made the decision to dress like that, so the men didn’t have any choice about becoming so aroused. The fault lied with her.
Cordelia finished her second set of ten repetitions on the bench and rested again. She couldn’t help but glance to the left, then to the right, looking at the two men beside her. She wondered why they both decided to work out right next to her, on opposite sides, when there were several other available bench presses in the gym they could have chosen. She noticed both of the men were much larger and more muscular than what she was accustomed to. Her boyfriend was not in very good shape compared to these men.
Cordelia decided to reach for her nearby water bottle on the floor. As she sat up on the bench to drink it, facing the mirror, she suddenly saw her reflection and realized why the men had chosen stations next to her. To her horror, each of them were now looking directly at her, standing with large bulges protruding from their gym shorts.
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