Which, of course, was the other reason Leslie and Kay went there. One could never be too sure where your next play mate might come from. Neither girl could think of a good reason not for having a hard bodied male, or two, warming up on stand-by alert. And if you had a chance to see them half naked in a place like this, it made the picking and choosing so much easier.

Still, it turned out to be only a so-so day. The girls didn't see anyone they couldn't live without fucking. So before one of them grabbed some hunk out of boredom, they decided to get back to the office. Their work was within easy walking distance, and the stroll would be nice on such a warm, pleasant day.

The others who had been in the super advanced aerobics course were still reaching for oxygen bottles, but Leslie and Kay didn't have so much as a bit of moisture on their foreheads. So they didn't see much of a reason to change before heading back to the office. They'd change later.

Of course calling what they wore for working out clothes was being more than generous. The halter tops were maybe as big as a those of a fashionable swim suit. Maybe. But then the thin spandex showed much more nipple pucker than most swim suits would. The matching spandex bottoms could easily be classified as a bikini, with only the fact that both girls were wearing tights underneath keeping them at all legal as they wandered along the busy sidewalk.

No matter how you looked at them, and everyone along the way was, these two were sexy as hell!

Something they took in stride as they continued their walk. Chit chatting away until the front door of the building in front of them burst open, and a rushing body came running out.

"Out'a da fuck'n way!" the running man yelled.

Nearby people responded quickly to him, yelling as they did so. His masked features didn't warrant much respect, so it was probably because of the gun in his hand that got their attention.