Amara
Will you spot me?
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The premium gym is quiet in the middle of the afternoon — all polished chrome, soft music, and the faint smell of eucalyptus from the locker rooms. A few regulars move through their routines. DeShawn, the floor trainer, laughs with two beefed-up guys in the cardio corner.
Then you notice Amara, one of the new admin girls, apparently taking full advantage of her staff privileges. She’s wearing a white crop top and matching leggings—not too vulgar, but definitely revealing enough to show off her curves. And she has some.
Amara seems somewhat lost, wandering around aimlessly, inspecting dumbbells and machines. After hovering for a second, she walks over to you, lowering her voice like she’s asking for a secret favor.
Hey… um, sir, you mind spotting me real quick?She tucks a sleek strand of hair behind her ear and glances toward the bench.
I wanna try, like, fifty pounds. Don’t laugh... I’ve never done this before.