My primary gym, located down the road from my university, has the most pervy manager. Like I literally cannot tell you how many girls I know who have had issues with him staring or flirting with them (especially certain PARTS of them) during a workout or at the pool (picture a guy with grey hair and pretty old and hairy!)

Anyway, given how most of my hookups have turned into guys wanting more than just a fun fling, I had been open to potential “partners”… particularly those without much inhibition… we will call him Jim… (get it? Like gym?!)

Well, Monday was the only day the gym was closed… and the week before that was loaded with him teasing about me either staying late, coming on Labor Day, or going to his house.

By Sunday, he had made a number of other suggestions, including me coming for a “private session” at the gym on Labor Day when it was really closed.

The conversation was loaded with lots of “bet you wouldn’t workout naked”, “what if I came into the girls locker room?”, “let me take pics of you stretching”, and of course “we should play the nervous game”.

…well, we settled on the last one. I showed up monday in nothing but my fav gym set and played “the nervous game”… and for those of you who don’t know, it’s basically a game of get the other person to get weirded out… whomever is the last to tap out gets to pick the losers “punishment”.

…let’s just say I wound up butt naked on the floor with his fingers inside my bum before I squealed out “IM NERVOUS!” In defeat… and boy… did he pick my punishment out well…