Weights moving up and down by human traction sang in clangs of iron and lead. Grunts and shouts, pride and sweat intermingled in the air; an atmosphere heavy with scents that would've directed others to a doubled-over position in front of a toilet. Maria stared at the place for a whole minute before deciding to walk towards the set of weights on the far corner, somewhere in front of the trainer - her prey. Really, how would she approach this? The gym was packed, and this man wasn't exactly going to move away soon, she taught. As she placed her satchel next to the weight station she pondered. An easy way would be to get him when he was leaving, probably on the hallway as it was often very quiet. But...
"Shit, fuck!" She cursed under her breath. She was so horny still that she could barely think! It was a plan but she just knew - understood - that it could be better. Heh, what a professional she was turning out to be. "Professional slut for John," She corrected under her breath, standing up and setting her weights.
Perhaps all she needed was to burn some calories before being able to think properly.
