She Insisted I Stick My Hand Down Her Pants to See How Well Her Workout Was Working

This is what happens when someone has no boundaries

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I used to go to a women-only gym, and I use the word gym loosely. Their workout wasn’t especially aerobic or energy-consuming. All their machines were in a circle and women used them until a robotic voice told them to move on to the next one.

The name of the gym rhymes with Murves.

Mostly the workout was a coffee klatch without the coffee. Women would gossip, and complain, and then move on to the next station.

The owners tried to open it up a bit, and once there was a wardrobe makeover where three ladies left with a smart new blazer.

Since it was only a thirty-minute workout, I liked to get in and get out with very little chit-chat.

There were people I knew, but no one I was close with.

One regular was there all the time, and I didn’t need to spend oodles of time with her to know she was trouble.

Her skin had that clear, stretched, Halloween mask sheen to it as if she had one too many visits to the bargain dermabrasion clinic. But it was how she was constantly breaking personal barrier rules like standing too close or passing gas and calling…