The Stripping Grunter

Scene: Two lone blonde females, working out biceps and triceps, surrounded by a dozen or so REALLY hot men.

Blondage: *concentrating on skull crushers*

The Little General: *spotting Blondage*

And both hear: uuuuuuhhhhhhh.........oooooooohhhhhh.........
uhhhhhhhh........oooooooohhhhhh.....

Blondage: *blinks, looks up at TLG*

The Little General: *trying not to laugh, motion's head towards the gym's resident La Bare dancer/stripper*

And he continues to make noises normally associated with a closed bedroom door: .......uuuuuuuhhhhhhhh.......ohhhhhhhhhh.........
uhhhhhhhh.....ohhhhhhhhh.....uhhhhhhhhh

Blondage: *whispers* Don't you DARE start laughing!

The Little General: Oh God. *moans* He's doing that hard-core active-rest multi-rep routine again.

Blondage: *groans* You're eyes are twinkling! Stop!

And he adds new sounds:
......mmmmmmmmmmm......uhhhhmmmmmm......oooooohhhhmmm...
mmmmmmmmmmmm

Blondage: *glares at TLG*

The Little General: *closes her eyes and whispers* I can't look at you! I can't look at you!

And he is still moaning:
....ohhhhhhh......uuuuuuuhhhhhh......mmmmmmmmmm.......uhhhhhh....
ooooohhhmmmmmmm

Blondage: *deadpan* Ya know, I could die if this barbell hits me in the head.

And he is getting louder........and louder.......and louder............

The Little General: *bends down and whispers* I bet he's good in bed.

Blondage: *notices TLG looks a little flushed*

And he is moaning.....and groaning........and grunting......and suddenly he stops.

Blondage turns to The Grunting Stripper: Was it as good for you as it was for her? *points to TLG*

....and Blondage got high fives and admiration from every hot man in the gym.

Today was a gooooood day.