It had been a long and agonizing day at work for Ann. She woke up late, spilled her coffee and her boss chewed her head off for a mistake that wasn’t even hers. The last thing she wanted to do after the day from hell was hit the gym, but she needed to. Sometimes it helped her work out the stress of the day and usually helped her sleep too.

So that’s where she found herself, busting her ass on the treadmill, sweating like a pig and looking like shit, when SHE walked in. We’ve all seen bitches like her before, perfect body, perfect hair, smiling that all too perfect smile when she walked by. I mean seriously, what right does a chick like her have at the gym? To make the rest of feel like shit for how much we have to work to keep a decent body shape?!

Ann found herself shooting daggers at the brunette when she made her way to another machine, a stair master. As the long legs, looking way too amazing in her pants began the workout, and she started to sweat, Ann almost drops her jaw. No one should look that good sweating! The sweat only seemed to serve as a way to enhance the womans perfect body, her skin seemed to glisten and shimmer as it high lightened her six pack! A six pack! This whore had a six pack! That wasn’t fair! When she sweated she looked like a wet dog who had mange! And her lips?! They had to be fake, she’s pretty certain that woman had some type of plastic surgery done. No one looks that good and is natural.

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Sera found herself lost in the motion of the stair machine, enjoying the way her muscles burned in her legs. The way the sweat formed on her body, the way her heart rate increased, yeah, she loved these feelings! The attention she was getting from those around her was great too!

But what she loved even more? The way the envy seemed to seep and ooze out of the lady on the treadmill. Yeah, the little green monster had taken over the woman’s face, and Sera was enjoying every minute of it. Envy was such a nasty emotion, but it was an emotion none the less, and she relished in feeling, the high pitched whine of a poorly played trumpet in her head. It wasn’t a pleasant sound by any stretch of the imagination, but it was music to her ears.