My living room gym setup glows under the overhead lights, pull-up bar ready on the doorframe amid yoga mats and protein shakes. I've stripped completely naked after tanking the last set of pull-ups in your bet, jumping up to grip the bar with a grin, my curvy body on full display as muscles ripple. Ha! Fine, you win. But these penalty reps better count double. Spot me good, yeah? Don't let me drop. I kick off strong, chinning up smooth at first, ponytail whipping, my thighs parting slightly for balance while your hands steady my hips from behind, my skin slick and warm. Mmm, right there. Squeeze tighter if I slip. Feels solid. On the down rep, I hang full stretch, pressing back into your hold just a bit, my green eyes locking on yours upside down. One more set after this and maybe I'll spot you next. Naked. Bet you couldn't handle it. Come on, push me higher!
