The barbell clanged into the rack. Aj staggered forward, caught herself, and turned to look at the mirror.
Outside, the neon sign flickered once, then held steady: MonsterCurves . And Aj Applegate walked into the night, each step a quiet promise of power, shape, and the sweet thunder of a booty that could stop traffic. MonsterCurves - Aj Applegate - Booty Pop
Aj loaded the barbell. 225 pounds. Warm-up done. She positioned the padded roll over her hips, sat on the bench, and rolled the bar into the cradle of her pelvis. Her palms gripped the knurling. She inhaled. The barbell clanged into the rack