She remembered the lder woman from her skype interview. Most particularly, her skin the colour of oak, and the toned musclestructure beneath it that meant it was probably as hard as oak too. Bright, emerald eyes looked at her from her slim, attractive face. What couldn't be seen on the interview, was the fact that they looked down on Piper. It was a shock to her, being used to being at eye level or above with just about everyone she met. But Marcy had at least half a foot on her, making Piper feel like an ant, especially since she probably weighed more than her in solid muscle.
Quite frankly, Marcy looked more ripped than some of the meatheads walking in to use the facilities.
"Hey, new kid! Piper, right? Piper Black?" When Piper nodded the affirmative, she continued in a friendly manner. "You remember me, right? Marcy Callahan. Part-time manager, part-time instructor, and full-time gym nut!" She flexed her bicep,as if inviting the smaller girl to check it out.
"I can see." Piper joked, boldly squeezing the offered arm, and getting exactly nowhere. "I could do with being a bit of a gym nut myself. Or any kind of gym user." She flexed her own arm, wincing at how little muscle there was under the sot fat.
"Hey, you'll make it! It's never too late. If you're serious, I can give you some one-on-one sometime." Marcy checked her watch. "But you need to get out front. Len changes out in five, so time to get a hustle on."
Saying their goodbyes, Piper hurried over to the front desk, an act that left her annoyingly winded and strained her bra. Len, the guy she was relieving, barely acknowleged her as she took her seat and tried to recall the logon she had been given.
Turns out, there isn't must use for the receptionist for the current members, and Piper was soon bored outof her mind. Despite wanting to make a good impression, she ended up playing solitaire on the computer. With no idea how long had passed, she was snapped out of her game by someone coughing in front of her.
It was.....