"Work Out" Recaps: Episode 3.6 "Get Nasty"

Work hard, play harder — Exhausted, Jackie retires to her room and goes to sleep. It's been a long day. The trainers, however, have their own plans and head straight for the hotel bar to drink it up.

Jesse and fellow gay man J.D. sit at the bar and strike a deal. Jesse will set J.D. up on a date with one of his single, Hottiewood friends, in exchange for a free massage. Both entail mood music, a stranger's hands all over your body, putting your clothes back on by candle light, or, if you're at home, a shower. Sounds fair.

Plitt orders a round of shots for everyone and toasts to Sky Sport. If not for the gym, he wouldn't have met any of them.

Plitt: And every single one of you has enriched my life, and I hope that maybe I've enriched your life, and I think we've all enriched each other's lives through the process.

There's more enrichment going on at that gym than at all the after-school programs in America combined.

Sky Sport's resident gossip-monger, Lisa, is there, too. She's not a trainer, but she likes to party like one. Unprompted, she shows Greg her chesticles, bragging that they're real. Rebecca asks, "Can I feel?" and gives Lisa's boob the Fresh Bread Test.

Lisa gladly obliges. The irony of whipping out her own breasts so soon after Boobgate is completely lost on L.A.'s biggest mouth.

Plitt sees Rebecca helping herself to a feel on Lisa and says, "What the hell would you think if I went, 'Man …,'" and grabs Gregg's crotch with a full palm. Renessa is scandalized and covers her mouth with both hands, squealing like a schoolgirl.

After everyone's done fondling each other, Plitt and Rebecca play a game of Speed Dating, with Rebecca pretending to be Jackie.

Greg: What's your name?
Rebecca: Doesn't matter. I own a gym. Sugar is the devil.

Peals of laughter fill the bar.

Rebecca: Hit it! C'mon, hit it!
Greg: How flexible are you?
Rebecca: You know, I think that's inappropriate talk.
Greg: Shh.
Rebecca: Oh, you're shushing me? Oh, you're shushing me? Do you know who I am?

Rebecca doesn't pine for Jackie anymore, I guess.

Renessa wants in on the fun and plays Britney to Plitt's K-Fed.

"Can you see my crotch?" she asks in that nasal, bubble-headed monotone we've all come to know and love.

Gregg mutters, "Jesus Christ," and quickly leaves the bar — he's never been into this aspect of the show. Sensing impending hook-uppage, the others soon follow, leaving Renessa alone with her crush, the talking pile of boulders known as Greg Plitt.