In last week's premiere of Work Out, we met Jackie Warner, owner of Beverly Hills gym, Sky Sport and Spa, and love child of Scarlett Johansson and Pink, and her troupe of merry trainers; Rebecca, Brian, Erika, Doug, Andre, Zen and new hire, Jesse. Three of the staff are gay, (Jackie, Doug, and Jesse,) four are straight, (Erika, Brian, Zen, and Andre,) and then there's Rebecca, an equal opportunity flirt with a breast obsession.

It's an ordinary day in the gym. Everyone's with a client. Zen's spotting a woman doing pull ups, Rebecca's changing the weights on the bench press. Andre has got a woman on the floor with an exercise ball, and Brian's out on the terrace with his client doing what? I don't know what they're doing exactly. It looks sort of like sumo wrestling, all grappling and pushing, but I think the guy just wants to go inside to pee and Brian won't let him.

Jackie watches over her kingdom. She reveals her plans for the next few days, “Now that I have my core group in place, I'm taking my trainers on a retreat. A retreat designed to share my expertise, test their performance level, and gain their loyalty.” Funny, I thought company retreats were to get drunk and do inappropriate things your with co-workers, then avoid making eye contact when you accidentally run into each other at the copier the following Monday.

The new guy, Jesse, is also out on the terrace, doing resistance training with his client. She's running back and forth with a rope around her waist, Jesse's behind her, holding the ends taut, like a set of reins. “Faster! Like I'm chasing you. Like it's New York and you have $2000 in your purse, and you're alone on the street for some stupid reason,” he shouts. I haven't been to a gym in a while, is fear-mongering a new motivational tool? Run for your life! Run right out of your shoes like a drag queen at a Christian Coalition rally!

Rebecca's working with a woman on a tread mill. “I'm going to work your boobies,” she says, her eyes lingering on the woman's chest. She sticks her finger out, bushing against one of them. “Would it be annoying if I just poke your boobs the whole session?” she asks. Rebecca turns to see if anyone's watching her. Jackie sees all. “As for Rebecca, I think her floor etiquette might need a little work, so I've decided to spend a little one-on-one time with her before we head on out of town.” Is there such a thing as boob etiquette?

Jackie comes out of her office to test Rebecca's questionable practices. Rebecca gets down on the floor to demonstrate a push up for Jackie. She's wearing tight, low stretchy pants. “Honey your butt crack's hanging out,” Jackie says as she pulls Rebecca's pants up. Rebecca just giggles, “Crack is whack! “ And so are you, my dear.

Jackie says, “I'm so tired of seeing that girl's crack. I see her crack more than I see my own girlfriend's crack. It's not Sky Sport and Porn.” Too bad, because that's a gym I would join.

Rebecca's not a total loss, she demonstrates to Jackie she's got good fitness methodology, so Jackie throws her a “good job.” Rebecca eyes light up, she couldn't look more proud.

Jackie asks, “Are you excited about the retreat?” Rebecca enthuses, “I'm so excited about the retreat. Is Mimi coming?” Jackie says casually, “No, she's not, because it's just for the trainers. Are you disappointed?” Rebecca says, “I am disappointed. I wanted to connect with her. I feel we have a weirdness…”

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