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Nikki took pride in her ability to handle herself in just about any situation, but it was nearly _impossible_to approach the chain link fence of the famous Muscle Beach without feeling intimidated.

"That's really what you came to work out in, hm?"

All told, she was happy with her appearance. An aquamarine bikini top played a wonderful contrast against the soft, sandy yellow of her fur, and tight, hip-hugging shorts of black helped her thighs to pop, drawing the eyes of the usually dedicated crowd toward her.

"It's hot outside. I figured everyone would be stripping down just a bit!"

Keeping her body toned was no easy task, and she'd been given a tip that there were a pair of trainers at Muscle Beach who knew the shortcuts and secrets to staying in summer shape all year round. She didn't know exactly who they were until she strolled up to their bench, happening upon them in a state of equal undress.

"I just hope there's enough support," the spotting shark mentioned a potential flaw in her outfit as he assisted his friend with a lift. "That top isn't gonna do you much good when you start working with the heavier weights."

Full, supple breasts threatened to pop free from the top each time that Nikki took a step, but the feline was cautious with her gait, not wanting to expose herself to the entire crowd of other beachgoers. Almost everyone who came to Muscle Beach was there to put on a show of their own, and the need for attention meant that others were pulling the limelight from Nikki...but she could feel the focus on her trainers, their gazes intense, setting the fur upon her tail into a mild puff.

"H...heavier weights? I thought this was an intro course!"

A thick CLUNK followed the barbell landing back on the rack, and a satisfied groan came thereafter as the first trainer sat upright. "That's exactly what it is. You don't start out lifting like we do. You gotta start off with some bodyweight stuff."

Though they shared no direct relation, Terry and Tim were known far and wide along as the "Shark Brothers," the kings of the local beach scene. Neither one carried an ounce of fat on their bodies, but their muscles were more impressive for their function than their appearance. 415 pounds sat on the bar, but even then, Terry moved them with ease, having lifted the bar back to a resting place without any real assistance from Tim.

He stood up from the bench and dwarfed Nikki. Her chin hardly reached above the waistline of his shorts, and her body trembled with the weight of his stance as he offered her an open palm.

"The name's Terry. It's nice to meet you...Nikki; right? We spoke on the phone earlier."

"Y-yeah," she replied, putting her paw within his own. It wasn't just dainty by comparison: his digits literally swallowed her hand, and she giggled nervously as he shook it all the same. "You guys are sure you're okay taking me in without a down payment?"

"Like I said on the phone, we accept alternate forms of payment," Terry reminded her. "The most important thing is that you leave here feeling better than you did when you arrived, sweating and satisfied."

Tim was already moving the copious weights from the barbell as Terry kept Nikki distracted. She wanted to get his chiseled appearance off of her mind, but she literally couldn't look past his body, as close as she was standing to him.

"Sounds th-..." she paused, catching herself. "Fair. Sounds fair," her corrected statement did nothing to hide the fact that she was shamelessly admiring her new trainer, and his smirk made it clear that he'd caught her in the act.

It was hard to blame her, with the bulge of his member pressed up against his shorts, just an inch or two below her muzzle.

"Something tells me you're not gonna have a problem with our payment plan," Terry murmured. "But we'll worry about those details later. Tim has the bench all set up for you...how about you lay down and get comfortable under the bar?"

There were no weights on either side of the barbell, leaving it at the standard of 45 pounds. Nikki couldn't remember the last time she actually tested her strength, but she'd heard only the praises of the Shark Brothers, and trusted their plan as she nervously stepped around Terry and sat on the bench.

She could still feel the warm presence of his body upon the warm, black vinyl, and she tried to ignore the sensation of it carrying over her back as she scuttled under the bar and got into place.

Looking up, she squinted as the sunlight bounced off of the chrome surface of the barbell, only to see Tim stepping into the sun to block it from her view.

"Uh, Tim? You're missing something, there."

Tim wasn't nearly as talkative as his companion. He often took action before he thought it through, and rarely spoke his mind unless he needed to.

"No...this is exactly what I'm supposed to be wearing," he claimed, even though he wasn't wearing a single thread of clothing. He'd stepped out of his shorts while Nikki was distracted, and now, she couldn't see past the brilliantly pink flesh of his cock, sticking out stiff from the smooth, glistening white of his underbelly. "It's part of the payment plan."

Nikki was so distracted by Terry's earlier display that she hadn't noticed how quiet the outdoor gym had become. Most of the weights were settled, and as she tilted her head up at the neck, she began to feel eyes upon her from almost every direction. She turned them to Terry, who stepped out of his own board shorts and stood over her, his legs tall enough to straddle the bench and give his member room to breathe.

"The first workout is free, if you agree to the payment plan," Terry explained, finally revealing what it was. "And it's convenient! We work out the payment while you work out the bar...it'll be over before you know it, but you'll be surprised at how exhausting it is."

Gulping, Nikki realized that her paws were already on the bar, and her fatal mistake of only wearing short shorts was coming back to haunt her.

She cursed her body for being so receptive, but she knew that a natural, moist arousal was already creeping from the birth of her folds and sticking to the fabric of the crotch.

"I...I came here to work out," she claimed, able to feel even more sets of eyes on her body. Her ears flickered to the sound of snickers coming from the crowd, the anticipation of her answer so palpable that it was on her tongue as she breathed. "I'm not leaving until I do."

Impressed by her answer, Terry cocked a brow and reached down, gripping her shorts tight in his paw. She could feel his strength; he could have ripped them to shreds if he wanted, but he politely tugged them instead, moving the sticky threads to the side as he exposed her womanhood.

"Then lift the bar, little kitty. The sooner you start exercising, the sooner we can get to the real work out."

Quaking with a mix of stage fright and undeniable arousal, Nikki's trembling digits lifted the bar and slowly lowered it down to her chest. She went to push it up, finding the weight of the bar alone to be fairly easy...but Tim was her trainer, and he was determined to challenge her.

His massive paws pressed back on the bar and trapped her to the bench as he knelt behind her. Even then, he was tall enough that his cock bounced and throbbed just over her muzzle, and the delicious warmth that poured from the tip enticed Nikki to open wide.

"Don't forget to breathe," he said softly. He feasted on the sight of Nikki's breasts squishing down as she strained back against his force and the bar, but ultimately, she was completely stuck to the bench. "It looks like a lot to take, but just relax your throat and breathe through your nose. We'll get you through your first workout."

The good cop was getting his fill from her mouth as Nikki licked her lips and took the thin, exotic tip of Tim's cock into her short, stout muzzle. The first few inches were enough to stretch her jaw near to the limit, but he kept leaning forth, pushing more of his shaft over her welcoming tongue, until her stretched neck began to bulge from the presence of his length.

The bad cop was enjoying the show, but he preferred to feel the effort of his clients, rather than watch it from a distance.

"You're not straining hard enough," He claimed. "Obviously, this is a bit too easy for you...let's ramp up the difficulty!"

Gripping Nikki by the hips, Terry engulfed the trapped feline in his paws and lifted her lower half up to his length as it began to pulse with vitality. Precum was dribbling off the tip in his hurried excitement, making for a smooth and messy penetration as his drooling cock met with parted, glistening folds of her sex.

She knew it was going to leave her sore the next day. She knew that others were watching, and maybe even getting off on the sight of two sharks having their way with her.

She didn't care in the least as the head of Terry's manhood spread her folds wide apart and sunk in, spearing further and further into her vaginal passage.