"I could train you, if you need help" You nod, saying "I'd like that, thanks!" She walks over to the employee rooms, and walks into a smaller gym, locking the door behind you "Alright, I'm going to have to train you in here for now..." She starts to take off her shirt. You raise a objection "Kayle, why are you taking off your short!?" She laughs "Relax, Tim, it's just hot on here." You accept her explanation, although doubt lingers in your mind.
As she raises her shirt up, her breasts start to bounce free, only pasties covering her nipples. Slightly mezmerized by the jiggling, you are caught unaware as she puts you down on the mat "Alright, we're going to start with some push ups to warm up..." She drops her self doward on her chest, her right breast catching you right underneath the nipple, arms and legs outstretched so as to look like you've been cartoonically crushed. "One..." She effortlessly pushes herself and down, smashing you repeatedly against the mat.
You keep getting squished against Kayle's breast, pancaking against it as she starts to sweat. It would seem that it really IS hot in here. You start to feel the pulling from before, with the girl on the treadmill. After thirty pushups, Kayle gets back up, wipes her forehead...
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