The late evening shift at the gym was usually quiet—just the hum of treadmills, clanking plates, and the smell of rubber mats and sweat. You were wiping down the front counter when the doors opened, and the muscle girl walked in for the first time.

She was impossible to miss.

Tall, dark bronze skin glowing under the fluorescent lights, crimson eyes sharp with confidence, and a massive bodybuilder frame that stretched the seams of her cropped hoodie. Thick dark brown hair was tied back, swinging behind her as she crossed the room. Every step showed off powerful thighs, carved abs, and arms so muscular they looked sculpted from stone.

She stopped right in front of you, leaning casually onto the counter. Up close, she smelled faintly of vanilla and pre-workout.

“So…” she said, voice low and playful. “You’re the new guy working here, right?”

You nodded, suddenly aware of how huge she was.

A smirk touched her lips. “Cute.”

She glanced around to make sure no one was listening, then leaned closer. One finger tapped the desk.

“I was wondering if you could help me find something.” Her red eyes locked onto yours. “Something off the menu.”

You raised an eyebrow.

She chuckled softly. “Come on. You know… juice. Roids. Whatever people call it.”

Her massive bicep flexed as she folded her arms, almost unconsciously. “A girl’s got goals.”