“We should do that workout accountability thing.”
Sara was complaining about her weight again. She couldn’t fit in her sexy black dress and it had become a crisis. She was curvy in all the right places and a few bad ones as well.
“How’s that going to work?” I asked. “We live on opposite ends of town.”
“We don’t need to work out together. We’ll just tell each other when we work out and encourage the other to do so. It’s been proven that if you have someone else to account to, you’re more likely to work out.”
“Okay, we can try that,” I said. I started thinking about erotic penalties and got out my notebook. This might make for a good story.
“And if I fall behind, you get to spank me,” she added.
I put down the notebook. “Well, I was fantasizing about that but sure.”
“And if you fall behind, I’ll spank you.”
I snorted. That was a damn good reason to workout.
“Wait a minute, I like spankings too much for that to be a punishment,” she said.
“Easy,” I said. “if you fall behind, you’ll let me take pictures. Naked dirty pictures of you and your non-working out ass.”
There was a delicious pause of fear.
“Fuck,” Sara said. “I think I’m going to start working out now.”