These arts Evon cooked made it hard not to write a quick fic to connect them

Since this story has a similar them of sexy/comedy, I'd like to think this takes place in the E-Girl Echidna-verse

"What are you doing here?"

"Well look who it—Oh c'mon! What the hell are you wearin'?"

Priscilla had approached her longtime rival Anastasia, who was sipping from her water bottle while resting on the free-weight bench at the local gym. The orange-haired scion didn't often visit the gym on account of her naturally-elegant physique, but on the rare instances she would venture out into commoner territory, she would be on the lookout for a so-called 'diamond in the rough' to claim for herself. The current gym crowd was mostly older men and women, but one person managed to catch her eye. Out of anyone she could have ran into, Priscilla never expected to see her loitering about, wasting space while breathing the same air as her.

Anastasia was never one for physical fitness, but there had been a trendy outfit on sale that she bought on impulse, so now she felt obligated to get some use out of it. While she was at it, Anastasia figured that she may as well try to flaunt her assets at some of the cute boys that frequented places like this. However, she didn't expect to have much competition in this endeavor, and she certainly didn't expect this one to be here either. The fact that they were wearing the same outfit was just acid-dipped barbed wire on the cake.

"What I am wearing is premiere attire befitting only for a woman such as mineself." Priscilla boasted, not even acknowledging that Anastasia was wearing the exact same thing, "The fit is comfortable, the material is breathable, and best of all," Priscilla hooked a thumb into the strap of her top to jostle it up and down, making her sizable tits jiggle and wobble along with it, "this 'medium support' is quite remarkable." She removed her thumb, making the band snap back into place.

"Hmmm…" Anastasia hummed to herself, doing her best not to frown too hard at the smug look on Priscilla's face. The purple-haired businesswoman rose from her seat to size-up her opponent, but given their noticeable difference in height, stature, and bust, Ana couldn't help but to come up a little…short.

Frustrated with her adversary's overconfident demeanor, Anastasia reached a hand up and poked at Priscilla's bouncy right bosom. Normally an action like this would be met with a reprimanding as fiery and intense as the sun itself, but today was an exception. The teary pout on Anastasia's face was so pitiful that Priscilla found it almost cute, so she allowed her foe to entertain herself to whatever extent she pleased.

The two of them were so caught up in their shenanigans, that they failed to notice their antics had attracted an audience of one. Nearly every single person in the gym was minding their own business, ignoring the petty squabbles of people they had no affiliation with, but there was a sole exception. A young man had entered the gym today expecting to get some reps in before relaxing for the rest of day, but he certainly didn't expect to see anyone he would recognize, especially not the two people that famously got along like oil and wildfire.

"Damn…"

The hushed sound of a familiar voice made the rivaling beauties perk their heads up and turn to face the source. Like a field mouse caught in the sight of two vixens, Subaru froze in place, his mind and body unsure of what to do. 'Flirt or flight' were the usual responses to being eyed by two beautiful women, but since he knew they would be at each other's throats the entire time, Subaru decided to pass on this particular fantasy.

"Yo." He waved a hand at them, the other one clutching his gym bag. "Don't mind me, I'm just," Subaru turned and walked away towards one of the machines, "doing my own thing…" He was very obviously trying to escape this conversation, so the two ladies let him go.

Anastasia and Priscilla turned to face each other as Subaru walked away, their eyes narrowing at each other as if a showdown was imminent. The short-lived staring contest was all it took for them to know their minds had gone to the same place. They each took a step back, crossed their arms, and began setting their terms.

"So, the name of the game is getting that fool to fall for one of us?" Priscilla asked.

"Naturally." Anastasia replied with a nod. "Natsuki-kun is an impartial party and easy to please, the perfect subject."

"Agreed. What are the stakes?"

Anastasia smirked. "I propose that the winner gets to collect the loser's most valuable possession."

Priscilla paused at her words. Then she started to squirm in place, hugging her chest and rubbing her thighs together like she was nervous. "V-Very well! But when I am victorious, do not expect me to be gentle simply because you are weaker and more fragile than mineself!"

"Wh—" Anastasia was confused before the miscommunication dawned on her, smacking her own hand against her face in realization. "Not that!" Even she couldn't help but to blush at the idea of that misunderstanding. "What I want is your pride." This made Priscilla stop her squirming and straighten herself out. "I could take your money and put a dent in your wallet. Or, I can take Natsuki-kun from under your feet and blow a hole in that over-inflated ego of yours."

"As if any man would prefer a body like yours over mine." Priscilla heaved her chest up and let it fall. "Remember what you're up against."

"I appreciate the concern, but you can worry about yerself." Anastasia scoffed back, turning her rear towards her before bringing an open palm down to smack it. "This is what brings all the boys to the yard."

"I don't care how many boys you lure onto your property. This one is as good as mine."

"That's not—Nevermind." Not wanting to repeatedly correct her, Anastasia let it go. Instead, she and Priscilla began to set themselves up for their own plans to get Subaru to fall for one of them.

"Natsuki-kun! Oh Natsuki-kuuuuun!"

"Eh? What?"

Right after Subaru had adjusted the weight to the machine he was about to use, a sing-song voice called out to him from a few stations down. Sitting on a mat in her form-fitting yoga pants was Anastasia, legs spread out and waving him down to come join her. While she seemed fine with yelling halfway across the gym, Subaru was not quite as bold, so left his machine with a sigh to talk to her directly.

"Anastasia," Subaru addressed once he reached her spot on the floor, looking to get this done and over with so he could return to his workout, "what's up? Need a hand with something?"

"Mmhm," she said with a nod, "I need a hand gettin' into a yoga position I've been fixin' to try out. Can't seem to get into it myself."

"Sure, I can help. What do you need me to do?"

It took serious effort not to smirk, but when a fish takes the bait so carelessly, it's hard not to show any form of excitement. Before answering, Anastasia reached forward as far as she could with her legs spread, but her arms and chest were just short of touching the floor. "For starters, you can give me a lil' push."

"Gotcha." A simple enough request, Subaru moved behind Anastasia and put his hands to his shoulders, gently applying pressure until her entire front was resting on the yoga mat, her head resting on her folded arms. "Perfect. What's next?"

"Just one more thing," Ana said with a cute wiggle of her behind, "I need ya to grab my hips and raise 'em up for me. Gotta keep my legs straight for this one."

"Anastasia, I think I know the pose you're going for, and I'll tell you right now: Fighting games do not have the most realistic representations of the human body. That pose is extremely hard to pull off, not to mention it puts a huge strain on your—"

"haaaaah" Anastasia sighed loudly, twirling a lock of hair around her finger, "If ya really don't feel comfortable, I guess I can just ask some anonymous gym-dweller to see if they would like to—"

"Alright fine, I'll do it!" Trying to talk her out of it only made her double down, not to mention Subaru would much rather assist himself than let some random gym creep get handsy with one of his friends. That said, Subaru hesitated to put his hands on her hips, his palms floating just above her waist, too nervous to bring them down any further.

"Don't be shy! This is part of what gyms are for, ain't it?" Ana shook her ass side to side. "Besides," she looked over her shoulder and gave him a wink, "I trust ya~."

"Heh," Subaru laughed nervously, lowering his hands to support her lower back, feeling her soft skin on his fingertips, "okay then."

Subaru slowly raised Anastasia's rear off the ground, her legs forming a triangle, the space between them getting thinner and more narrow as she rose. This position also put her ass dangerously close to Subaru's groin, who was doing his best to keep his own hips back as he lifted hers. It would've been a much easier job if Anastasia would keep still, but she couldn't seem to help but inch her butt closer to him at the worst possible moments.

Once her ass was high enough and her legs were in position to support herself, Subaru heard another voice beckoning him from just a few mats down.

"You there, commoner boy." Priscilla called out to him, "Your services are required elsewhere. Come hither."

"Guh…" Subaru was fortunate that Anastasia was pretty easy to get along with, but he didn't have any interest in being anywhere near that woman at all. Then again, dealing with Priscilla while she was impatient was significantly worse than dealing with her at her normal level of irritable, so he thought it best to get it over with. "Sorry Anastasia, I'm gonna go see what she wants."

"Eh!?" Anastasia stammered as she felt Subaru's hands leave her waist, leaving her trapped in such a way that kept her locked in place. "W-Wait, hang on a second! I don't know how to get out of this pose! Natsuki-kun! Subaru!" But he could not be stopped now. The diva of all divas was waiting for him, and Subaru knew that he had to be snappy in order to avoid an earful.

"It's about time." Priscilla scoffed at Subaru's arrival, not even ten seconds after she requested his presence. She was on a yoga mat of her own, sitting on her heels with her arms crossed beneath her bust. "Were you enjoying yourself with that annoying woman?"

"Anastasia just needed help setting up for a yoga pose," Subaru replied plainly, doing his best not to give in to his urge to argue with her, "that's all."

"Then you are capable of assisting mineself with a similar task, are you not?"

"Uh—"

"Good." Without waiting for a real answer, Priscilla uncrossed her arms and leaned forward, squaring her shoulders and placing her palms flat on the mat. "Hold my arms in place while I situate mineself. You may relish in the privilege of laying your hands upon mine body at your own leisure."

"I can work with that." Not particularly enthusiastic about being talked down to, Subaru took a knee with a grumble and took hold of her wrists, making sure her hands remained firmly planted against the mat. With her arms secure, Priscilla stretched her legs out behind her until she was in a resting plank, only her body from the wait up remaining off the mat.

"This is 'Upward Dog' if I recall my terminology correctly." Priscilla spoke in a somewhat sultry voice, which made Subaru scare-roused. "Tell me, commoner," Priscilla tilted her head back and lurched her chest forward, sending its wobbling mass lurching up enough to nearly slip out of her top before settling back into place, "does my form look adequate to you~?"

"Uhhh…"

First Subaru had Anastasia's amazing ass shoved against his groin, and now he had Priscilla's bouncing boobs being thrusted into his face. If he were alone and single on a Friday night, this would've been heaven. But as someone who came to the gym looking to get his heart rate up and burn some calories, these two were the sexiest distractions he ever had to deal with. Unless he wanted to stay in the middle of their squabble for the rest of his visit to the gym, he needed a way out.

"Yeah yeah, you like fine. You know, I heard that Upward Dog is renowned as a pose that only skilled individuals can hold for long periods of time. Are you sure you can handle it?"

"Hmph." Priscilla huffed with a smile. "To ask if mineself is capable…You truly are an even bigger fool than I thought. Of course I can hold a position like this."

"Great, then just hold that pose while I go do my bench presses. See ya!" Subaru spoke quickly after releasing her arms and turning to leave, not looking to get caught in another ridiculous conversation.

"Hey! Where do you think you're—"

"You'll have a powerful core in no time! Trust me!"

Priscilla called out to him, trapped in a yoga pose of her own making, but Subaru ignored her as he continued on to his destination.

"Nice going," an irritating voice spoke down to Priscilla, a first in all their time of knowing each other, "maybe you should try insulting his family too next time. Y'know, really make him wanna leave." After some effort, Anastasia had gotten up from her Jack-O pose and walked over to her opponent (albeit with some soreness throughout her body) to compare progress.

"Be quiet." Priscilla ordered, rising out of her pose so she could regain her taller composure over her rival. "I can't be expected to charm a man with you occupying space in the distance. Your attempts to gain his ire are embarrassing at best, and anything you have pales in comparison to what mineself can off him."

"Bigger isn't always better, y'know." Anastasia tutted, "Have ya ever stopped to think that maybe there's an extra thing or two you can learn by watching somebody else? That maybe a bein' a kind and reasonable person might get ya somewhere? By the end of this contest, I'll be wrapped around that guy's arm, and you'll be lookin' to me for advice callin' me 'sensei'."

Priscilla rolled her eyes. "Only in your delusion dreams could events possibly unfold in such a way. Believe me, by the time this silly little game is over, it is you who will be calling me—Mother!?"

Anastasia's heart skipped a beat. She cast her gaze towards the floor, kicking at the mat Priscilla was standing on with a flushed face. "This is the second time you've brought this up…I guess I can give it a try, see where things go, but I gotta say, I really wasn't expecting this from—"

"Prisca-dear, is that you?" An unfamiliar voice hit Anastasia's ears, "Is that your friend?"

A woman had recently entered the gym and approached their location. She had white/orange hair, a pair of fluffy fox ears, and a certified MILF bod, her toned abs contrasting her massive, pillowy chest. To top it all off, she was wearing the exact same outfit as Anastasia and Priscilla, only she filled out her apparel more than either of them could.

Priscilla rolled her eyes at the woman's arrival, but Anastasia felt like this was some kind of setup meant to prank her.

"She is not my friend, Mother."

"Eh!? That's your mom!?"

"Prisca look!" Yorna hooked a thumb into her bra strap to show off her top, giving the girls a small wave, "The three of us match! How fun!" Her excited motions caused her enormous tits to jiggle within the confines of her sports bra, their incredible size enough to make even her own daughter pout with envy.

'Seriously, is there somethin' in the drinkin' water that I'm not gettin'? Should I be drinkin' more milk?...Is this what carbo-loading is for?' Anastasia's mind raced with thoughts until she settled on the one thing that stood out to her most. "Wait, did she just call you 'Prisca'?"

"That depends; What exactly were you saying before my mother interrupted us?"

"Uhhh…" Anastasia thought for a few seconds, then brushed past Priscilla to greet her mother instead. " , so nice to meet you!" Anastasia stuck her hand out to shake, "My name is Anastasia. Your daughter and I are…" she paused for a few moments, "We know each other." She could practically hear Priscilla rolling her eyes behind her.

"It's very nice to meet you, Anastasia. But please, call me Yorna." Yorna shook her hand with a smile, doing wonders to put Anastasia's worries at ease. With such obvious external similarities, she was relieved to see that Yorna presented herself as a caring and casual individual, unlike her daughter. "I saw that disgruntled young man over there hanging around the two of you on my way in," Yorna motioned to the station where a grumbling Subaru was putting plates onto a bar, "did something happen?"

"Don't concern yourself with our business, Mother." Priscilla interjected, "That man was the target of a wager between the two of us, but this one scared him off."

"I'm sorry, but which of us was the last one to interact with him? Sure as hell wasn't me."

"Ah, this takes me back…" Yorna smiled to herself, gently shaking her head as the two younger women placed blame upon each other. "Some advice for the two of you: Being too direct can sometimes have the opposite effect. If this man came to the gym with plans of his own, then it might be best to work with those plans, not against them." The girls looked up at Yorna with confusion, which just made her shake her head again. "Here," she brushed past them, making her way over to the bench press, "let me show you."

While Yorna was giving her lesson, Subaru was putting the last plate onto his bar, looking to blow off a little extra steam, still upset at having his plans for the day derailed. It was one thing to ask for help, but he drew the line at girls blatantly throwing their boobs and butts at him. It was incredibly flattering, but dammit he just wanted to stick to a routine, and these two were making that nearly impossible!

Once all the plates had been secured, Subaru took a seat on the bench to lay on his back, placing his hands on either side of the bar. He expected to look up at the plain gym ceiling like normal, but instead there was a silhouette of a woman eclipsing his view. Disdain began to bubble up within him, but the figure was too tall and curvy to be Anastasia, yet not loud or demanding enough to be Priscilla. Curious and looking to get on with his routine, Subaru spoke out to his mystery guest.

"Can I help you?"

"As a matter of fact, that's precisely what I came over to ask you." Subaru blinked at her response. Now that his eyes had adjusted, he could see the friendly face of an attractive older woman looking down at him. If it wasn't for the identical top, bottoms, and wristband that the other two were wearing, he would have lowered his guard entirely. "Would you like me to spot you? It's dangerous to lift without a partner, you know."

Subaru was surprised. Not only was she offering to help, but she reminded him of the gym safety rules that his father had drilled into his mind from a young age. How could he have forgotten something so important to preventing serious injury? "Actually, that'd be great. Thank you."

"No problem at all~." With a chipper confirmation from the foxy lady, Subaru strengthened his grip on the bar and raised it from its perch, catching its hefty weight. With Yorna's hand hovering around his, Subaru was confident enough to begin his set. One after another he lowered and raised the bar, Yorna's steady hands ready to assist at a moment's notice.

"Oof." The older woman groaned, wincing with pain as she moved a hand to pat her lower back.

"Something wrong?" Subaru asked, putting the bar back on the rest to talk.

"Just my back, dear." Yorna looked down at him with a strained smile, "Once you turn thirty, it's anyone's guess how reliable one's spine can be."

Subaru took a moment to appreciate his youth and how fleeting it was. "Do you wanna stop?"

"No no, I'll be fine." she assured with a wave of her hand, "I just need to get on my knees so I'm not bending over." As she spoke, Yorna sank to her knees before putting her hands back to their supporting positions. "Alright, I should be good now."

"Yeah…" Subaru exhaled shakily, looking up at his brand new view of Yorna's underbust. They were already hard to miss when she was standing, but now that she was lower to the ground, that heaving top of hers hung mere inches above Subaru's face, making them quite literally impossible to ignore. "Good…"

Once again Subaru resumed his workout, the adrenaline from being so close to the large chest of a kind older woman fueling his strength. But with every pump of iron, Subaru could feel his blood pumping rapidly throughout his body, and not just because of the strenuous effort he was putting out. These nosy, annoying, and sexy women had gotten to him more than he realized, a fact that made Yorna gasp and blush when she saw the evidence of his struggles.

"Oh my…Would you like to take a break, dear?"

"Huh? But I still got 3 more reps to go."

"I know, but it seems that you might be—Girls! Give the boy some space! Honestly…" Yorna stopped her explanation halfway through and made a shooing motion towards Subaru's legs. When he put the iron bar back onto its resting spot, he sat up to see exactly what his spotter was so hung up on.

It would seem that Subaru had sprung an erection during his workout, tenting out his shorts enough for a pair of curious young women to peek up his pant leg.

"Last I checked, lookin' ain't a crime." Anastasia retorted, taking a bite of a sandwich as she rested her knees on the floor.

"Besides, if this fool didn't want anyone to see, then he should have taped that thing down to his leg." Priscilla concurred with Anastasia beside her, taking a sip from her water bottle in a rare moment of agreement between them.

"GAH!" Subaru shrieked, making a few other people turn their heads, but Subaru was already sitting upright with a hand on his shorts to keep the tent down. "What the hell is wrong with you tw—Is that my sandwich?"

"Sorry," Anastasia apologized, bashfully swallowing a bite of sandwich that she got from Subaru's duffle bag, "I'm a little stressed right now, and figured you of all people wouldn't mind too much." If she had learned anything from her trip to the gym today, it's that she needed to put on more weight instead of losing any, so she needed all the calories she could get. "Sorry again…"

"Stealing commoner food? Just when I thought you couldn't sink any lower."

"Ain't that my water bottle?"

"Obviously." Priscilla replied, taking another sip from the plastic canteen. "I left mine at home, and I will not be caught anywhere near that drool-collecting eyesore this gym calls a 'water fountain'."

"Yer a real piece of work, ya know that?"

"You're both pieces of work!" Subaru exclaimed while hopping to his feet, his fists pointing down angrily at his sides. "Ma'am, thank you for the spot," Subaru bowed to his elder before turning to walk towards the locker rooms, "but I think I need a shower."

Anastasia and Priscilla rose to their feet to protest his departure, but the fuming steam that rose from the top of his head made them reconsider. Instead, they just watched his well-toned ass shift side to side as it got further and further away.

Once he was behind the closed doors of the locker room, Subaru took out his phone and called a certain friend of his.

"Reinhard!" Subaru was delighted to hear the voice of someone his age that knew how to respect boundaries. "Hey man, remember when you offered to share your home gym with me? I changed my mind, I think I wanna make the switch..…Really? Awesome, I'm gonna hit the showers then head right over! See y—Huh?...Of course I'll help with a new yoga routine! What are best bros for?"

"It would seem that you scared him off yet again. Is repelling men a side-job of yours, or just a hobby?"

"Me? At least I wasn't barking orders at him like some kind of overbearing dictator."

"Of course not. You were too busy stealing his food and rubbing your unsavory behind against his manhood."

"At least I didn't shove my big, flabby chest in his face."

"As if you had that choice." Priscilla closed her eyes and smiled. "Such loud barks from a dog in heat are no more effective than a bite from the runt she bears."

"One of these days, ya gotta explain to me why you always talk in children's book riddles." Ana pondered the meaning of Priscilla's archaic manner of speech, then it clicked. "Hey wait, did you just call me a bit—Oof!" Anastasia's argument was cut off by the feeling of two giant masses of softness weighing down atop her head.

"You," With her impressive chest resting on Anastasia's head, Yorna leaned over the shorter girl's figure to reach out and pinch her daughter's ear. "and you!"

"GAH! Mother, what has gotten into you!?" Priscilla yelled angrily, dropping Anastasia's water bottle and balancing on one foot to match her mother's tugging.

"Not any silicone," Anastasia replied with a sigh, putting Subaru's sandwich down by her water bottle so she could attempt to get Yorna's boobs off her head, "I can pretty much confirm that." She was used to having something white and soft to the touch upon her crown, but this was far too heavy for her liking.

"You two need to learn how to behave properly! The gym is not your hunting ground for arm candy!" Yorna chastised, leaning on Anastasia and pulling on Priscilla's ear a little more, "The gym is for relieving stress in a healthy way, improving bodily health and physical fitness," Yorna released her hold Priscilla and removed herself from Ana's back, leaving the two to rub their ear and neck pains respectively while Yorna reached into her cleavage and pulled out an access card, "and taking advantage of the platinum plan for unlimited sauna access. What do you girls say, care to join me?"

The two younger women looked at each other as Yorna waved the card in front of them, promising a relaxing steam session for the three of them. As if they had reached a wordless understanding, the two of them folded their arms and turned away from each other.

"A trip to the sauna sounds kinda nice…"

"If you're offering, then I may as well accept…"

Yorna smiled at Anastasia and Priscilla's affirmative responses, even if they were still pretending to dislike each other. "Splendid! Then how about we forget men for now, and instead focus on relaxing and—Oh?"

On the other side of the gym, the front door opened to reveal a handsome young man with shoulder-length lavender hair walking in. The man had a name tag on his shirt that was in the colors of the gym, setting him apart from the rest as one of this establishment's personal trainers.

Yorna brought a hand to her cheek. "Well now, he's certainly quite the looker."

"Too refined for my taste," Priscilla rebuked, "I don't find lectures on rules and regulations all that appealing. If anything, he seems like the type that you would be int—" Priscilla looked to her side, then on her other side, then spun around in place. "Where did she go?"

"My my. Your friend certainly doesn't waste any time, does she?"

"She is not my—Ah." When Priscilla looked back up, she saw that Anastasia had traversed the length of the gym in a matter of seconds, and was already deep into conversation with the good-looking trainer. She had her hands clasped behind her back, swaying her rear side to side as she listened to him talk. When he was finished speaking, Anastasia put a hand to her mouth to cover her laughter, which in turn caused him to laugh along with her. Priscilla and Yorna's eyebrows rose in shock and delight respectively when Julius offered his arm to her, to which Anastasia jauntily accepted before they started walking off together.

"Unbelievable…" Priscilla muttered under her breath, digging her nails into her folded arms.

"Looks like we'll be spending some mother-daughter time together!" Yorna clasped her hands together in glee, "I think there's a name for that now. 'Oyakodon', I believe it was called."

"That's not what that word means." Priscilla corrected, "Let us leave. This room has lost its appeal." With a grouchy huff, Priscilla turned to walk away with an ill-tempered march to each step. Yorna effortlessly caught up to her, but Priscilla turned away when her mother tried to peek at her face.

"It's alright to be upset, Prisca." she put a hand to her daughter's shoulder, "Men are strange creatures. Hardly anything they do makes sense, despite their train of thought being so linear, so you can't expect to rake them all in."

"I know, Mother." Priscilla shrugged Yorna's hand off her shoulder. "It was foolish of me to expect some muscle-headed men to understand what true beauty looks like." Speaking of true beauty, it was at this point in the conversation that Priscilla grabbed the elastic hem of her top and began lifting it over her head. After she pulled her hair through the garment, her large breasts and perky pink nipples exposed for all to see, she stuffed her top into the waistband of her yoga pants. "Men are such bizarre creatures."

"It's true." Yorna concurred, joining her daughter's brazen act of toplessness by stripping out of her sports bra like it was normal. "I suppose we'll never understand why men do the strange things they do." She neatly folded her top and struggled to wedge it within her waistband, causing her freely hanging chest to bobble and bounce as she did. "All we can do is learn to live with it."

While the two endowed ladies enjoyed their chat, the men working out around them began to take notice one by one, their jaws dropping along with all the varying weights and equipment they were holding. A boy in his late teens stopped moving his legs and was flown clean off the treadmill, a middle-aged man lost his balance mid-squat and fell flat on his face, and a short guy dropped his free weights onto the feet of both of his friends.

Even after the two topless bombshells had left the main floor and entered the women's locker room, pandemonium still reigned on the gym floor. People were tripping all over each other, equipment was clanging against the padded floor, and somehow throughout the chaos, the water fountain was now spewing flames.

The only two people who were oblivious to the ensuing madness were Anastasia and her 'friend' Julius, who were too busy fondling each other to notice anything around them. She had wrapped her arms around one of his, running her delicate fingers along his muscular arm, admiring how it could be so soft yet so firm at the same time. Something else that was soft and firm was Anastasia's ass, which was currently having one of its cheeks massaged by one of Julius' strong hands. The two of them were so overcome with anticipation for what was to come, they couldn't even keep their hands off each other.

Part of their initial conversation was Anastasia requesting a 'private session to enhance flexibility and stamina', to which Julius was delighted to say his schedule for the day was wide open. After sharing a look of mutual longing, the two of them recognized the intent of the other and immediately closed the gap between them, keeping close as Julius led them to the gym's most secluded storage area.

Priscilla and Yorna could have all the hot steam they wanted, but Anastasia had come here to show off her outfit and strut her stuff to a worthy catch, and she was about to accomplish both those goals in one hour-long session.

Not a bad deal at all, if she did say so herself.