Terry scanned the lithe petite young body contorting in front of him.

He drank in the contours of what he would have called a perfect ass, curvaceous hips and somewhere in the supple form in front he imagined small pert breasts.

He pulled down the bar to his chest as he took a deep breath and the inevitable sound of the weights lifting up then clunking down barely noticeable as he was mesmerized by the young beauty in front of him going through a stretching routine.

It was visions like this that made this gym membership worth the fortune he paid. Countless trophy wives, models and TV personalities worked out...