Rodney Larsen was the newest employee at Mark and Earl's gym. Shy and almost nerdy he stood at a lanky 5 foot 9. Short sandy brown hair and a gentle case of acne best described the man.
Having only worked at the gym for a mere two weeks he had only two encounters with the beautiful Candi Palmer. Once dropping by for her paycheck, and another time just visiting while wearing a steamy yellow bikini top and white spandex shorts. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her. A mere two days had passed since that visit and he found himself checking the work schedule every two hours. Too shy to speak to her the first and second time he vowed to communicate the next round.
Today of course was the day. She was set to be at work at 10 AM. He made certain he was there at 9 AM sharp to prepare his nerves. It was all he could do to avoid his bosses Mark and Earl. Luckily they were too busy with contractors out back for the new wing of the gym. This gave Rodney the run of the facility.
At 9 AM there were only two members there doing cardio. He had high hopes that it wouldn't get much busier that way he could get to know Candace Palmer. She seemed overly nice and bright eyed. Her gaze sparkled when staring at him. For no reason even.
Sitting at the front counter he could easily look out the front windows and see who was coming and going.
Gazing down the gravel drive way leading to the fitness center he spotted his wet dream come true. He leaped to his feet nearly knocking over his chair at the sight. Catching it quickly he hurried around to the glass front door to capture a better look. His jaw dropped to his toes.
"Holy spit! She's jogging in a hot pink bikini and tennis shoes. Her tits are ready to burst out the way they keep bouncing as she runs. How in the world does she plan to get away with working dressed like that? Earl will have a cow."
As she sprinted across the grass beside the drive she notes Rodney looking at her. Behind her sunglasses she feigned not spotting him and stopped out in the grass and began stretching her legs with knee bends.
" Ohhhhhhhh, this day is going to be good." She concealed a giggle holding her lower back as she twisted in step to face her back toward the gym. She then bent over touching her toes knowing full well her bikini bottoms were nearing taunt up the crack of her ass.
"Hold that pose until he faints. " She ordered herself playfully.
After a few more toe touches she stood erect and just twisted from side to side. She then decided enough was enough. Turning back toward the gym she realized that Rodney had left the doorway. Groaning, Candi shook her head, "Figures! He must have been bird watching. Oh well. I'll just have to tease him harder today. See what you've done to me Damian? I'm too a point I look for mischief. Slut indeed! Thank you Master!"
Walking the rest of the way she opens the door and enters into the air conditioned gym. The chill immediately caught her overheated nature. Even as she wiped her brow with her wrist she felt her nipples stab through the thin fabric of her new bikini. The chill made her eyes flare out and her evil thoughts more impressive.
"Morning Rodney. Beautiful day out isn't it?"
Returned to his counter he reached under it producing a roll of paper towels and a bottle of window cleaner. This would be his excuse for standing at the door. He was well prepared to cover his interest.
"Hi." He then stepped around her to spray the glass of the door before resting the bottle at his feet. Tearing towels he began wiping the glass. He knew Candi was watching him from behind and tried not to grin.
Candi fidgets, unprepared for his turning her away so easily. Was he gay?
Convinced he had cleaned the glass enough he turns around to suddenly realize Candi had vanished back toward the cardio area. Was he that repulsive? Disappointment insued as he had already lost his nerve in exchange for arrogance.
He would have to try harder over the work day.
Walking through the center Candi stopped between the only two members there utilizing the exercise bikes, "Hi Vince. Good morning Helen. How's life?"
Vince Bradford, a balding fifty something noted her immediately and grinned from ear to ear, "New uniform?"
She revealed her perfect white teeth in a beeming smile at his observation.
"Maybe! That is if Earl and Mark don't object." She turns her gaze to Helen Suiter a forty something brunette with a medium build. Pretty but out of shape definitely.
"That diet and all this exercise is working Helen. I can see a huge difference already." She lightly claps her hands hoping to warm her up.
Helen eyed Candi's bikini with a raised brow. Candi in turn stepped directly to her side to whisper, "I hope what I'm wearing doesn't bother you, Helen."
She huffs and continues her ride yet looks at Candi with a timid smile, "I remember those days. Long gone I'm afraid. Three kids and drag strip stretch marks now. You look stunning. I have no objections. Earl might get new members the longer you wear that bikini. Question is will anybody be actually working out?"
They both chuckle as Candi nods with a smirk, "I hope so. Maybe that might inspire these cheap skates to give me a raise. I hope the other members don't find what I wear offensive. Truth be told I'm trying to change my image. Can you believe Earl called me a Librarian for what I normally wear here? Just because I wore frumpy outfits hardly means I don't keep in shape. Zero glutes! Well almost." She giggles.
Vince leers their direction, "I reckon the frumpy clothes kind of misleads the focus of the gym. You're fit as a fiddle and showing it off will inspire others to get in shape too."
Candi gives him a thumbs up, "My motto too. Weigh less, wear less."
She then moves around to pat Vince on the back, "Thank you for being supportive, Vince. Give me a yell if you two need anything. Water? Towel? Respirator? You name it."
The couple both guffaw at her jest as she winks and turns away on her left heel. She moved further into the gym and examined the tarp covered opening to the new wing. Peering through a flap she spots Mark talking to a contractor holding a blueprint. With a deep breath she darts inside the unfinished room amid pounding nail guns. There were six builders at work on the east wall to the far end. The contractor with Mark looked up at her and grinned sheepishly. Mark noted his change of attention and followed suit, "About time you came back to work, Slacker."
She threw her arms out to her side and offered a shamed pouty expression, "Me sorry. I'm back and here to stay." Mark nodded at her bikini trying not to look too hard. She knew he loved it by his refrained gaze. She opened the change of subject with, "The new room is coming along faster than I thought it would."
The carpenter a fifty something, well toned and gently gray of hair looked around him from side to side. "Another three days tops on the interior. Exterior roofing and siding the next day. Room divides and drywalling the next. Electrical touch ups the next. Hi, I'm Craig."
She reaches out to shake his hand as he swiftly folds the blueprint to accept her grip.
Mark steps back slightly noting the silence around them all of a sudden. The workers had all finally noticed Candi in their midst. Mark shakes his head, "Possibly two more weeks the longer you stand here in that bikini. Go do laundry."
She frowns and tugs at her bikini top pulling it taunt to examine it, "Is my bikini dirty?"
Craig looks toward Mark trying not to laugh when behind Candi a nailgun fired a deafening blast behind her making her jump and express a shrill squeal of shock. Everyone in the room burst out laughing as Candi caught her breath and looked at each of them pointing in a wave, "You guys did that on purpose. You nearly scared me out of my bikini. Shame on all of you."
Mark covered his eyes with his right hand, pinching the bridge of his nose, "Stop teasing and go back inside." She pouts and twists on her heels facing toward the tarp then bends blatantly over to pick up a nail. She maintains that position long enough to hear a couple low pitch whistles. Smiling evily she twists around standing erect to show Mark and Craig the nail, "Look i think I'll go paint my nail."
With a fluttered wave of her right hands fingers she bats her eyes around the room, then hightails it back inside.
On the other side of the tarp she spotted Rodney checking the pins on a weight machine trying to look busy. She smirks and walks over to the weight machine and sits down on the bench of a leg press. She plants her feet on the pads then plants her arms up to grip the support bars to the sides of her seat. Rodney was standing directly across from her looking right between her fanned out legs. The bikini bottom barely covered her pussy lips.
"Spot me at 250 please."
Rodney faltered for a second then moved the pin between weights. He then proceeded to watch her press the weights easily. Her leg muscles were splendidly defined from years of caring for their well being. She eyes Rodney who blushes, "You should take advantage."
He bulges his eyes at her trembling, "What?"
She fidgets knowing she teased him with just the right words, "Take advantage. Of the gym equipment. It's part of our employment package." She continues her repetitions never once taking her eyes off of him.
He shrugs awkwardly, "I know I should. I have Scooby Doo muscles." He lifts his right arm tightening his bicep then pinches beneath it to appear that his bicep fell down instead of bulging up. She muses at his attempt but barely smiles. She wanted to be intimidating.
He then dropped his arm and started to walk away. She growls, "Get back here, Rodney. Move that pin to 300."
He shudders and returns to assist her as she pauses long enough to tug her bikini bottoms from her ass cheeks and in doing so pulled the front deeper into her pussy lips. Still covered but entirely ready to be exposed with the right move. She winces at him, "Don't try this at home. Wearing a bikini and working out doesn't mix well. Rides up the ass every time I press."
He was beginning to sweat trying hard not to look between her legs. Yet, hoped that a lip would fall free. Finally, he had to turn away.
"Are you okay, Rodney?" She said finishing up her tenth repetition before stopping. With a clank of metal she dropped her feet to the floor and stood up. She stepped away from her seat and showed him her backside as she tugged the cloth free of her crack yet again. Candi then moved around to a bench press where she straddled the bench before laying back on it. She then reached up to a low hanging set of handlebars attached to weight cables. She then tilted her head back to glare toward Rodney, "200 please."
He walked around to her side reaching behind her head to move the pin from 350 to 200. She then began pulling the bar toward her chest heaving the weights. With each downward pull her tits crushed together. Rodney gawked sparingly but maintained a solid interest.
