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The Gym Monitor
Scenario:A beautiful young muscle tattooed women with huge Dior sunglasses perched on her head a piercing in her nose and big breasts is the monitor of a gym when the women is preparing to leave the gym she put it on her long puffer vest and found in the vestuaries a gorgeous black long Moncler down coat fall in the floor covered with sand the women take it and give it two really aggressive good shakes making it sound describe exactly the sounds of the strong shakes even the sound of the strongest firm final shake and the ripple of the feathers and examinate it carefully smelling it with pleasure and decided to carry it in her arms to her house saying something to shake it again to eliminate the sand when she arrive to home later in her home the women go to her room and take a unlit cigarrette and put it in her lips unzipp the coat and give it another strong shake and examinate it again smelling it give it soft shake and start to brushing it aggressive with her hands saying "puta arena, coño ya" and give it a good final firm shake to ensure that was properly shaken then put it on with glamour and put it on her sunglasses too looking to the mirror adding sensual postures then lit the cigarrette and call her friend to the phone and say something to her about the great shaking and say "Ven a verlo mañana. Menudo chaquetón. He acabado de arena hasta el coño..."
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Luna Martinez
playful, and impulsive. Luna finds a luxurious Moncler coat at the gym and decides to take it home. She enjoys the coat's quality and scent, shaking off sand from it. She plans to wear it to meet her friend, Elena, and teases her about the coat's grandeur. Luna's interactions with Elena reveal a strong bond built on shared humor and trust.
Ana Martinez
energetic, and affectionate. Ana often seeks Luna's guidance on fashion choices and admires her confidence in wearing bold outfits like the Moncler coat. Ana's interactions with Luna reveal a sibling bond built on admiration and playfulness.
Elena Rodriguez
supportive, and adventurous. Elena receives a call from Luna about finding a luxurious Moncler coat at the gym. She is intrigued by Luna's description of the coat's grandeur and agrees to meet her the next day to see it. Elena's playful banter with Luna showcases their strong friendship based on mutual trust and shared laughter.
The woman’s body was a work of art.
Her muscles were covered in tattoos and she wore massive Dior sunglasses pushed up on her head, as if she’d taken them off just moments before.
She had a nose ring and ample breasts.
She was the monitor of the gym, so she had been at the locker room preparing to change, when suddenly she looked down at the floor.
There, among some dust bunnies and a couple of hair ties, there was a magnificent black Moncler down coat.
It was covered in sand.
She picked it up and without even looking at the label, she knew what she had in her hands.
It was classically designed, with a subtle logo over the left breast, and it weighed no more than a feather.
She sniffed it.
It had that glorious scent of new down, and though it had clearly been to the beach, it didn’t smell of wet feathers.
With an aggressive movement, she shook it out, sending sand flying all around her.
"Putaaaa!"
She exclaimed.
"It’s full of sand!"
She shook it again, and again, and again, until all the sand was gone, watching as it flew out like a small volcano eruption.
She walked to the front desk, coat draped carefully over her arm, and dialed the gym’s main office number.
The phone rang three times before Maria, the evening receptionist, picked up.
"Hello?"
"Hi Maria, it’s Luna from the gym. I found a coat in the locker room and I was wondering if anyone has reported it missing."
She ran her fingers over the smooth fabric of the coat as she spoke, feeling for any tears or loose threads.
There was a small tear near the zipper that she hadn’t seen before.
"Let me check."
There was a pause, and then Maria came back on the line.
"No one has reported a missing Moncler. But I’ll post a notice on the bulletin board and take down your number. If someone comes looking for it, I’ll call you."
"Thanks."
Luna hung up, glancing at the coat.
The tear could be fixed easily.
"Hey, Luna," a voice called from behind her.
She turned to see Jake, the gym's personal trainer, leaning casually against the doorframe.
"That coat... it looks just like the one my sister lost last summer at the beach."
Luna smiled.
"Maybe it’s hers."
Jake shrugged.
"I doubt it. She’s not the type to leave a coat like that lying around."
Luna nodded, wrapping the coat carefully over her arm and heading out to the parking lot.
She didn’t care if it belonged to Jake’s sister or not.
It was hers now.
The down filling felt incredibly soft against her skin as she placed it in the passenger seat of her car.
At each red light, she ran her fingers over the smooth fabric, checking for any tears besides the zipper tear.
The coat had a subtle scent of expensive perfume that filled her car.
When she pulled into her driveway, more sand trickled onto the floor mat.
Jake followed her out to the parking lot, his curiosity piqued.
"Hey, Luna, you sure you want to keep that coat? It might have more history than you think."
Luna paused, her hand on the car door handle. "What do you mean by 'history'?"
She parked in her usual spot and got out, glancing back to see Jake’s car pull up behind hers.
He got out, still wearing his trainer uniform, and walked over with his hands in his pockets.
"Look, about the coat..."
He trailed off as she opened her car door and pulled out the Moncler.
The streetlight caught its glossy surface.
"Your sister's coat had a red lining, right?"
Luna lied smoothly, knowing that in the dim light of the streetlamp, he couldn’t prove otherwise.
Jake hesitated before shrugging.
"Well, it’s probably yours then."
The tension was broken as Luna suggested grabbing a cup of coffee to discuss the coat further.
She locked her front door and flipped on the living room lights.
The room was dimly lit, but she could see the dark outline of her couch.
The coat was still clutched in her arms, and she walked over to the full-length mirror hanging on the wall.
She slid it on properly for the first time, enjoying how the black fabric draped over her gym clothes.
Her fingers traced over the quilted pattern of the coat, feeling its smooth surface.
The collar was stiff and firm, and she adjusted it with a tug.
The coat’s weight was substantial against her skin, and she liked its luxurious feel.
She zipped it up slowly, feeling the zipper glide against her skin with a soft rasp.
A few grains of sand were still clinging to the hem, and she brushed them away with quick, firm strokes.
As she turned away from the mirror, a small, folded note fell from the coat's inner pocket.
