"Huh? It's closing?" a confused Ms. Evans asked the gym receptionist.
"Yeah. We were shocked too," the receptionist solemnly said. "We're moving locations and the new gym is unfortunately located on the other side of the city."
"So, today's the last day y'all are open?"
"Yes. We'll be open until around 5 a.m. tomorrow when the movers start coming in for the equipment."
Ms. Evans despaired at the thought of her favorite, affordable gym closing.
"Damn. The other gyms nearby are way more crowded than this place, even at peak hours," Ms. Evans thought to herself as she wiped down a flat bench.
Ms. Evans stretched her arms out in preparation of her set.
"Might just have to invest in a home gym," she thought as she grabbed a pair of the 10lb dumbbells off the rack.
Ms. Evans started a set of seated dumbbell presses. The set, however, continued for longer than planned due to an overheard conversation.
"Okay, you remember what to do tonight, right?" a male fitness trainer said to another in a hushed tone.
"Yeah, the cameras go off at 10 and all of the spare plates are in the back room," the other male fitness trainer said back.
Ms. Evans peeked over at the two trainers talking next to her, prolonging her reps to make it seem like she wasn't paying attention to them.
"We'll be the only two people working tonight anyway and the email I'll send out in a bit will tell everyone we close for good at 8."
"Great. Just pull your truck up to the back so we can take the plates home."
"We're pinning this on the manager that quit and skipped town if anyone asks, right?"
"Of-fucking-course we are. I'm not taking responsibility for my own actions!"
Ms. Evans grinned and racked her dumbbells (also wiping down her bench if anyone genuinely cares about if she practices proper gym etiquette). She pulled out her phone and called up Ms. Jones on her way out.
"Hello?" Ms. Jones answered.
"Hey, I'm coming over. Make sure Nick's there too," Ms. Evans said before briefly ending the call.
*****
"What did you want talk about?" Nick asked Ms. Evans.
"I heard some interesting stuff at the gym today," Ms. Evans said.
"What about it?" Ms. Jones asked.
"The gym's closing and moving across the city."
"Damn, really?" Nick asked, sipping his tea after.
"Unfortunately, but here's the actually interesting part: the security camera's will be down past 10 tonight."
Nick and Ms. Jones looked at Ms. Evans with confused expressions.
"Do... you want to rob the place or something?" Nick asked.
"God dammit, no, Nick. Think about what that means!" Ms. Evans said back.
"I'm at a loss, just tell us what you're thinking," Ms. Jones said with her arms crossed.
"I want to work out at the gym tonight completely fucking naked," Ms. Evans bluntly stated.
Ms. Jones and Nick were taken back by Ms. Evans's intentions.
"Working out naked?!" Ms. Jones asked her.
"Yep, but not just me; I want Ms. Jones to as well."
Nick and Ms. Jones could not wrap their heads around Ms. Evans's suggestion.
"The most I've ever done was walking naked to get the mail in the morning... I don't know about working out in a gym though..." Ms. Jones said.
"I'm okay with this," Nick added.
Ms. Evans sighed and leaned back on Ms. Jones's sofa.
"Fine. How about I'LL be the only one not wearing clothes?" Ms. Evans suggested.
"Okay, but I'm just along for the adventure and that's all," Ms. Jones said.
Ms. Evans excitedly thanked the two.
"Yes! Tonight is going to be so fucking kinky!" she said. "It's only 2 p.m. right now, so I'll come back over here around 9:30. Make sure you two are wearing your gym clothes!"
Ms. Evans left Ms. Jones's house and walked over to her own.
"Are we really about to accompany a woman going to a public gym just to walk around naked?" Ms. Jones asked Nick.
"Hey, I don't know about you, but I'm pretty excited," Nick answered.
[9:45 p.m.]
"Are you two fucking ready for tonight?" Ms. Evans asked Nick as she walked in to Ms. Jones's house.
"As ready as I'll ever be," Nick responded. "Come in and let's wait for Tammy to come down."
Ms. Evans took note of Nick's outfit, which was composed of black gym shorts, grey sneakers, and a grey workout shirt.
"Are you sure you can't go wearing a speedo instead?" Ms. Evans asked.
"Uh, no. I don't have one to begin with," Nick said.
Just as Ms. Evans pulled out her phone to search for male speedos, Ms. Jones walked down the stairs. Nick and Ms. Evans checked out her gym attire, composed of a turquoise sports bra, black tights, pink sneakers, and her hair in a ponytail.
"Looking good, girl," Ms. Evans said, giving Ms. Jones a smack on the bottom.
Ms. Jones got a good look at Ms. Evans and her eyes grew wide.
"Even though you talked about going naked, you're wearing that?!" Ms. Jones asked her. "Nick, did you see what she's wearing?"
Nick had been occupied with his phone earlier and did not get to see what Ms. Evans was wearing. He turned to look at Ms. Evans and immediately started pitching a tent in his shorts. Ms. Evans stood proud wearing the tightest, shortest spats she could find, a blue sports bra that was clearly the wrong size, black sneakers, and with her hair also in a ponytail. Nick looked at the sides of both of her breasts, seeing how they were spilling out of her tight top. He then walked behind her and saw three-fourths of her ass exposed.
"Check this out," Ms. Evans said, sticking her thumbs into the sides of her shorts.
Ms. Evans pulled them down and revealed her matching pink thong that dug into her crotch and got swallowed by her cheeks.