I had a perfect view up his shorts and his soft cock was pointing my way. He noticed and the weights suddenly became rather heavy, he helped me raise ...hem off me. I’ll blame it on lack of blood to the rest of my body since my cock decided it would swell. I saw the look of shock on his face as my shorts tighten with the lack of space my penis was causing.“ Um, ah, I mean,” he stuttered. He couldn’t get his eyes off my package. He was in a trance. My standing up snapped him out of it, maybe he. Jones rasped at the three.One man, the one in the center, stepped forward. His right hand moved as if to reach under his overcoat."If that hand comes out holding a weapon, all three of you are dead." I snarled at him.His face went white and I could feel their own fear growing, in addition to what I was sending. His shaky hand came back out and held up a wallet which he opened with a practiced flip, exposing a shiny badge and photo ID card. Mr. Jones stepped forward and examined the proffered. I was an attractive white woman of 27 years, 5’ 4” tall and 120 pounds on a fit and trained body. My hair was long, to the middle of my back, and was a wavy auburn that shined with color in the sun. I lettered in swimming and soccer in high school, made the soccer team in college on a scholarship but never did crack the starting lineup. Although I didn’t make the swimming team, it continued to be an integral form of exercise along with running and resistance training. I felt good and I looked. The shop door opened, it took me a while to realise the entrant was a woman, her hair was tightly shaved, her clothes were baggy, not giving away any indication of her shape, her top was so loose, I couldn’t even see if she had breasts. It was the girl at the counter that spoke, “Hi, you got here” the two girls walked towards each other, meeting half way, they threw their arms around one another, their lips meeting, the kiss lasting no more than a few seconds, but I could make out their tongues.