I sat down on the cushioned bench, smiled at the woman behind the counter and thumbed through a magazine, pretending to be interested in the articles, but only looked at the pictures.
“Marcie,” Carla said, reaching towards me with an open hand.
I stood.
“Hey Carla, I thought I would stop by and check this place out,” I said.
I sounded cool, calm…thank God, because I was a nervous wreck.
She wore tight yoga pants that created very little imagination to what was happening between her legs. The tank top pushed against her flesh so tightly, her breasts looked flat and painful. Her smile was kind, not vulgar like the night before, and she seemed professional.
I wanted to ask if this was a lesbian gym, but I knew that was offensive. “Is this a women’s only gym?” I asked instea
d, hoping she may shed some light on the topic if left open.
“Yes, women only,” she said with a smile.
Still no answer to my real question…
The tour was thorough, but swift. She showed me the juice bar and lounge area, noting that they also serve veggie burgers, trail mix creations and various other health conscious foods.
The gym wasn’t large, but it was impressive, and several rooms down the end of the hall housed instructors where classes formed daily for members.
The locker room visit was slightly embarrassing as we entered while two ladies undressed. They didn’t seem to mind the attention, even smiling as they let their breasts dangle in clear view.
Back at her office, she sat behind a wooden desk, her legs crossed and leaned back in her chair.
“So, you wanna join us?” she asked.
Join who, the gym or the lesbian community, to that question, I was still unsure of the meaning.
Chapter Four
“Yes,” I said.
Carla’s lips curled into a smile and she leaned forward in her chair. She pushed a packet towards me, a yellow folder that was filled with all the information I needed to know about the gym.
“Are you interested in any classes?” she asked.
I was fumbling through the packet, trying to find the list of classes that were offered. She leaned in, touching my hand softly as she turned to the page. Her eyes lifted onto mine; heavily they lingered and then quickly moved towards her own sheet.
“There’s a yoga class starting now, if you’re interested,” she said.
I nodded, still a little shaken from her touch and her glance.
“Great,” she said, standing from her chair.
I followed her out of the office and down the hall. We passed the locker rooms where the naked women had been, causing me to blush a little before we entered the last room on the right.
There were mats leaned up against the wall and a cute blonde standing in the front of the room. She wore bright pink yoga pants and a yellow tank top, her hair as blonde as her top, pulled up into a tight pony tail.
Her smile was infectious as she greeted us into the room.
“Hey Carla, how’s it going?” she asked.
“This is Marcie, she’s a new member and she is taking your class today,” she said.
I stood there, listening to them talk as if I wasn’t there. A stupid smile was plastered onto my face, most likely the result of a mini nervous breakdown.