I tightened my ponytail after shutting the car door outside the gym. I had just enrolled in a gymnastics class to try and get myself back in shape after not doing much physical activity in a few months. It's not that I had gotten fat, It just felt wrong not getting any exercise.
I walked over to the front of the gym, and opened the door. I was greeted by a smiley lady in a gray sweatshirt behind the desk.
"Name?" The lady asked.
"Ivy Bound," I said nervously.
"Looks like it's your first class! I'll get somebody to show you around the gym and show you the ropes before class," the lady says, still smiling.
"Alrighty," I say with a grin.
The lady walks into the back room which looks to be a staff office. She emerges a few seconds later with a man walking behind her. He was about 6 feet tall, two-tone hair and striking blue eyes. He looks at me with a face like he really doesn't want another rookie. Little does he know that I did gymnastics at a different gym a few years ago.
He shows me around the gym, which is a high-ceilinged building with mats and trampolines all around. The floor seems to have spring under it, for as I walk, I bounce a bit. The man can tell too, because I can see him sneaking peeks at my C cup boobs. I thought that the instructors would be girls, but I guess he's alright.
"And that concludes your tour." He says with a sigh.
"Thank you," I say, annoyed.
"What's your name?" He asks, actually sounding interested.
