*Mavis*
I walk into the changing room of the gym, about to get ready to work out. It is a cold December day, with a harsh wind and rain, so I am wearing a beanie and a thick hoodie with the hood up, even if I am just going from the car to the gym, wanting to keep warm.

There is only one woman in the hanging room, a slim blonde, standing with her back to me, in front of the mirror, putting on make-up, so I assume she has just finished her work-out and is about to head out.

I walk to a locker, and swing my bag off my shoulder. I am taking it a little easy in the workout at the moment. So I am opting for comfortable sweatpants... a top and a hoodie, which I pull from the bag.

"Hey, are you out of your mind". A kinda high pitch voice says behind me. "This is a women's locker room". I turn as she touches my shoulder. "Oh you are a woman... that's even worse".

I just look at her, unsure what to say. She is wearing a very sexy work out set, but hey if she feels good like that, I am fine with it. We are all different.

"Look girl... you need to do something with yourself... because you look like you just had a punching match and you were the punching bag". She shakes her head, and returns to the mirror, seemingly focused on making her blonde hair fall in perfect waves over her shoulders.

"I dress the way I am comfortable, especially when exercising". I say with a shrug. Taking off my shoes and putting them in the locker.

She turns to look at me. "Listen, you need to understand one thing about gyms... no one cares how many times you can lift the dumbbells... the only topic of conversation between a man and a woman should be about when he will buy you something expensive and for you he would buy something...".

I ignore her, going to the bathroom... I need to pee before going into the gym. Luckily when I get out she's gone and I change in peace. I feel kinda sorry for her, thinking it's all about her looks.

But getting into the gym I notice her, kinda standing around, looking at the men working out, like she is at a meat market and trying to choose. So apparently she got all dolled up for her work out.

I shake my head to myself and get some weights, starting my routine.

"Why are you trying so hard ?" Suddenly she is beside me. "Watch her". She grabs some weights and pushes up her boobs. "Bend your back forward a bit, and push out your ass, even if those pants do nothing for it... it is all about how you breathe... it has to be languid and deep, like this".

She starts doing something, I guess she thinks it looks sexy, moving her arms and flexing her ass back and forth while moaning in a way that mostly sounds like a bad porn star.

"Stop, stop, stop". I stop her. "Look, I don't think that is how it should be... using the wrong technique... you can hurt something".

She looks at me. "Oh no girl, I use only one technique, and it is the seduction technique, okay ? I just..".

When she stops to stare, I turn too. There is a man doing bench press, wearing black fitted sweatpants and a black tank top. His wide chest bulges every time he lifts the weights.

"Can you see that man over there... that is what I want for Christmas". She makes a nod towards him. Then she hands me her weights. "Take this... I will show you some really exclusive exercise... It is called 'the wet pick up'. Watch and learn".

She moves over to stand right behind him, bending over, as he puts some weight plates back on the rack. So when he turns he walks right into her behind. "Whoops".

"I am so sorry... Hi... I am so thirsty". She says in an airy voice. "Maybe you know where I can get some water ?"

"Yeah hi... there is water over there on the shelf". He nods and walks off.

"Yeah thank you". She looks annoyed, then she grabs his water bottle spraying something on herself, then she grabs his towel, fanning herself as he returns. "Oh it's so hot in here".

He just smiles. "I didn't notice".

"Maybe it is just me". She gives him a smile surely meant to be seductive, making me shake my head.

He just gives her a smile, saying he finds her weird, grabs the weight he needs and moves away. I can't really help but smile... she really is sad.

When he returns she desperately calls out. "Maybe you can help me ? I need some help with this". She points to a maschine. "You know to make my arms stronger and... what do I do with this".

"Sorry, I can't tell". He says, shaking his head dismissively, looking like he might be about to laugh.

"Yeah, but... wait, wait". She grabs his arm. "I really need your help because I need your help with... backup. Okay so how does it work ?" She grabs the bar and I can see he sighs. "Like this ... or this... oh my god".

Even with his back to me I am pretty sure he is rolling his eyes. It really is a nice back, wide and well muscled. "Okay... okay".

"Maybe..". She wraps her arm around the bar trying to pull herself up and this time I roll my eyes. "I don't really understand... help me".

He nods and steps behind her, ready to assist her when she does pull ups.

"So one, two, three and...". She grabs the bar and he very carefully places his hands just below her waist, ready to lift. "No, no, no ... A little bit lower".

I shake my head slightly, trying not to laugh. Seriously it always makes me sad to see women degrade themself like that just because a man is hot... and I mean he is, but that doesn't make her behaviour okay.

He moves his hands a little lower on her hips and she smiles. "Yes.. One, two, three and".

She makes a clumsy half jump and he tries to lift her, but it doesn't work.

Turning her head to smile at him, she demands. "Lower".

His hands slide lower.

"One, two, three". She jumps, but let's go and literally falls back on top of him, sending them both sprawling on the floor. She is giggling. "I am so sorry. I am so clumsy".

He gets on his feet, making a dismissive motion with his hands. "I am sorry, but I can't help you anymore... I am in the middle of my own training. You need to find a certified instructor, because like this... you risk getting hurt".

Amazingly she still tries to look seductive while laying on the floor. "Maybe I just like pain... and we still have not introduced ourselves... So what is your name ?"

"Zac". He is standing with his hands on his hips, looking slightly defensive.

"Zac... Oh my good Zac". She holds out her hand and he takes it, letting her pull herself to her feet. "Nice to meet you... you are my hero Zac". She manages to make the last sentence drip with unbridled lust, and she grabs his strong shoulders. "My name is Shayla. You won't forget my name... trust me... I've been so nice this year".

He looks almost panicked, pulling away from her grasp, looking around. "Okay".

Then he is off, leaving her to stand there, twirling her hair around her hand. She smiles at me like she just proved a point... and she did, just not the one she thinks.

I have moved on to the rowing machine and by God if she is not suddenly there again, giving me a look telling me that I am impossible. Then she grabs the handle of her maschine, pulling back and forth fast, her back rounded.

"Hey be careful... you can get hurt". She might be annoying, but I don't want anyone to get hurt, especially since I actually own this gym.

"Get hurt ?" She looks at me, then she smiles. "That is genius... get hurt... it's a brilliant idea... It might still be a jolly Christmas".

She throws the handle, grabs her back and starts screaming. "Ohhhh oh my God... my back... my back... help... help me somebody".

Everyone looks of course and I lean closer. "Are you okay ?"

"Shut up". She hisses at me.

A guy that I know is really nice, but clearly not the type she is looking for, comes over. "Hey are you okay ? I have an ointment for pain, it is really good".

"Oh.. yeah thanks". She grabs the tube, then waves him off. "Now leave, get away... I don't need you". As soon as he leaves she starts again. "Ouch, my back... something is wrong with my back".

I roll my eyes, and am about to tell her to stop this act.

Then she spots Zac. "Zac ! Please help me Zac, something is wrong with my back".

"What's the matter ? Are you okay ?" He comes over to squat down.

"I have like... a backache... and Maybe you could put some ointment on... please ?" She holds out the tube to him.

He takes the cream, looking bewildered at me and I give him a reassuring smile. "Okay".

She turns her back to him, giving me a triumphant smile. "Ouch, ouch, ouch... please".

I look past her at Zac, and he gives me a small smile, lifting one eyebrow, in a motion that clearly means: 'Seriously'.

"Owe". She is squirming and moaning, even if he acts like he is scared she will burn him. "Yes, right there. Oh yeah. Oh my God. It's perfect. What would I do without you ? You are like Santa, bringing gifts".

"You know... you really need to find yourself an experienced trainer". Zac says softly.

She turns to look at him. "Yeah, you think so ? You are absolutely right of course... I wish I had a coach like you".

Zac looks at me and I have to look away not to laugh, is she really so naive ? Can't she read people at all, and see he is not the least interested, he is simply just incurable nice.

"I really like it when you touch my body". She purrs and I might throw up a little in my mouth.

Zac's eyes catch mine and he winks, getting a mischievous glint in his hazel eyes, then he leans closer to Shayla's ear. "I think I know a fun activity that burns 500 calories an hour".

She is looking... well.. creepily horny and she half moans. "Oh that sounds good".

"Let me introduce you to Mr Big". He holds out his hand to her.

"Okay". She gives me a triumphant smile and takes his hand.

Zac gives me a cheeky grin before leading her away, and I have to cover my mouth, swallowing a laugh. Before going back to my work-out.

30 min later:
I hear a pained moaning. "I can't, it's so hard".

"One more set... just one more set, you can do it... it is the last one". The huge man, who are working here as a private trainer, and affectionately known as 'Mr. Big' to everyone here, says.

"It is just so hard... I am sorry but I can't". Shayla groans, sweat and melted make-up running down her face.

As Zac and I walk up, he tightens his arm around my waist, resting protectively on my growing belly. "Oh hi Shayla... didn't I say you would burn 500 kalories an hour ?"

She looks from him to me. "What are you doing here ?"

"You don't seem to know each other". Zac says warmly, kissing my cheek. "This is my wife... Mavis... she owns this gym".

"What ?" Shayla gasps, staring at me.

Mr. Big claps his hand. "Okay let's go... one more set".

She tries to push the handles of the maschine. "But Mr. Big, don't you think the exercise is too hard ?"

"You don't think, you act". I hand her a towel. "Thinking is the prerogative of people like me, right ? I said that ... Being attractive to a man is not the main thing in my life... in the end your body will get old and no matter how hard you try, all that will stay with you is your inner worth, so you better work on that too... and maybe one day you will find the one that will be the champion of your heart". I lean into Zac.

We say goodbye to Mr. Big, after all we have a Christmas to plan and a nursery to finish building. And I know Shayla is in good hands. So am I with my handsome husband, whom I adore.