Chapter 8

Bev pulled her car to a stop in a bay outside the gym; at this time of the day there were few members visiting, but even so, there was still only two vacant parking spaces. Grabbing her sports bag, she headed for the entrance, blipping her car security as she disappeared inside. At the reception desk there was a young woman whose nametag proclaimed her name was Emma, Bev recognised her from the last time she was here. She showed her card and was welcomed inside with a cute smile from Emma, and went to the changing rooms where she stripped off and put on her leotard and trainers. She put her clothes and valuables in the sports bag and then in a basket, placed them in a locker and withdrew the key, which she fixed around her wrist with the attached rubber band. On her way to the exercise room, she paused to check herself in the mirror again. Just by being in a gym club seemed to make her look better; the tight Lycra material had a pleasing smoothing effect on her tummy and her bum looked quite petite. She turned so that she could see her back in the mirror; the leotard flattered her rear too, the Lycra came down to her mid thigh so that the elastic material nicely shaped her bum. The leotard was coloured pink which Bev was beginning to think might have been a mistake, but it had a black lower half with a thin black band going down between her cheeks. This had a sculpting effect and made Bev's bum look even shapelier.

Turning to face her reflection again, she noticed that the stretchy material was pulled rather tightly under her crotch and the bulging lips of her fanny were clearly visible. She pulled the material away, but it just settled back again, so that once more her pussy lips were noticeable. She decided that there was nothing she could do about it and instead admired her boobs. They were at their finest, pushed right up on her chest, the shape much improved and fuller looking than in just a bra, and her nipples jutted out. All in all, a very eye-catching result, despite her doubts about the lurid colour of the costume. She made her way to the main exercise room and entered through a pair of glass panelled swing doors. The first thing she noticed was the music, playing at a level where conversation could still be heard, it was a Madonna track, one that Bev really liked, Frozen.

The room wasn't as large as it first appeared; one wall was a mirror and gave the illusion of space. The area was cluttered with the usual paraphernalia; exercise bikes, walking machines and weight benches with a small space on one side where aerobics could be practised. Bev looked around the room; just about all the equipment was taken with men and women energetically pedalling, jogging and generally working up a sweat. As she scanned the room, Bev received the odd polite smile and a few nods of greeting. A small group of women were exercising in a corner and on seeing Bev, one of the women broke away and came over to her; Bev gave her the once over. She guessed that she was about thirty or so, tall and slim, with a pretty face and long blonde hair pulled back in a pony tail which swung behind her as she walked. This woman obviously needed no work done on her body; to Bev's way of thinking it was in fine shape. Smiling broadly the woman said, "Hi, come on in, you're a new face, I'm Katrina, I'm sort of in charge." Katrina smiled again. Bev said, "Hello, my name's Beverley, Bev. I've been before a couple of times, but that was four months ago when I first joined."

Katrina made a show of looking her up and down and then said, "Mmmm, well I don't think it'll take much to get you back in shape Bev, there's not an awful lot wrong with you." Bev smiled broadly at the compliment. "Let's just try you out on some gentle aerobics first, then get on to the equipment later, OK?" Bev nodded and followed Katrina over to the small group of women she'd been working with earlier, and as they walked across the room, Bev's eyes never left Katrina's beautiful arse. Katrina introduced her to the five women waiting for their aerobics session to re-start. "Ladies, this is Bev, she'll be joining our session today. Bev, this is Millie, Avril, Denise, Rachinda and Mandy." The women smiled and said hello and Bev responded in kind. The women gathered around her were a mixed and varied bunch; Millie was a short tubby West Indian girl in her twenties, while Avril looked to be in her early fifties and quite a few pounds overweight. Denise was a little more difficult to gauge, she could have been in her thirties or early forties, either way, weight-wise she was in the same boat as Avril. Whereas Rachinda looked as if she'd come to the wrong place; she was a statuesque Indian beauty, she could have been a supermodel, being tall, shapely, with not an extra ounce of fat anywhere and an exquisitely beautiful face. Bev's heart melted instantly, this woman was almost too good to be true. And finally, Mandy; she was a mousey looking teenager, where a bad case of acne marred an otherwise pleasant face.