by Audrey Drake
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m done.” Lucy muttered, and walked off the stage while the judge held Rita’s right hand high in the air.
“What the hell was that?” Ben grabbed Lucy’s arm and pulled her down the hallway and lead her out of the arena.
“Any more of that and she would have broken something.” Lucy responded.
“No! You break her! That is not the mindset that is going to win you matches.”
“How am I supposed to win a match with a busted hip?”
“You don’t. That is why you have to make sure that your opponent’s body is broken first. Play the alpha, establish yourself, and finish the job. You had her at the beginning. What happened?”
Too embarrassed to admit to daydreaming about Ben’s naked body, Lucy shrugged the question away without answering.
“I need a few days to rest. We will work harder next week.”
“We can work from sun-up to sun-down, but that won’t change what is going on in your head.”
“Understood.”
Chapter Two
Lucy’s naked body plunged into the bathtub full of ice water. A healing coat of skin numbing, frigid liquid wrapped her body beneath it. Her muscles shuddered from the temperature, and her breaths became shorter and shorter.
“Cold?” Ben asked, smiling.
“A little.” Lucy giggled. Her nipples were as hard as rocks, and the skin of her lower body was growing paler and paler.
Then, a sense of warmth entered her senses. Ben’s hand traversed the bare skin of her shoulders, tugging gently at the tightness beneath her skin along the way.
“Lay on your side, with your hurt hip pointing up.”
Lucy did as he said. His strong hands worked the deeply bruised spot tenderly. At first, just the prick of his finger against the soft spot caused Lucy to wince. Slowly, her body grew accustomed to his presence, and the muscle began to relax.
The moisture began to rise in between Lucy’s legs. She bent her knee and rested her foot on the bottom of the bathtub, spreading her legs out for him.
Ben took the hint, and moved his fingers from the pain in her side, to the itch that was developing between her thighs. The itch that only his touch could cure.
“Touch me.” Lucy said.
His index and middle finger abided her request. They slowly stroked the lips on the outside of her vagina. A caress, that was just firm enough to tease Lucy, almost to the point of grabbing his hand and shoving them inside of her. But, she did not. She waited patiently for his next move. When it finally came, she breathed a heavy sigh of relief.
Ben’s two fingers pressed into her warm, wet opening. The ice around her faded away into nothing, and the only thing that her mind could comprehend was the feeling of him two knuckles deep inside of her.
In and out he went, stroking at her inner walls with each retraction. Lucy desperately clutched at his hand, and finally pushed all that his slender fingers had to offer into her body.
“Ah…” She gasped, holding his hand in place.
“I think you have had enough of the ice bath.” Ben said.
He lifted her out of the rejuvenating water, and sat her down on his bathroom counter. Lucy wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him to her. Her hands traced the outline of the muscles on his back, while her feet pulled his gym shorts down to his ankles. All pain that had once throbbed at her hip relentlessly, was now nowhere to be found.
Ben grabbed her butt with both of his hands, and pushed his penis inside of her. Lucy’s nails dug into his back as he pounded himself into her over and over again. She was now so wet that she could feel the dripping tickle the inside of her thighs. This made it easier for Ben, whose pace gradually sped up to a rapid thumping of skin-on-skin contact.
Ben was well endowed, and the head of his shaft touched every part of Lucy’s inner workings that she yearned to feel him. She felt him press against her G-spot repeatedly, with his hands still clutching her firm ass.
“Get behind me.” She insisted, taking control of the situation.
She felt the cold of the granite on her belly as she bent over the bathroom countertop. He entered her with ease, taking hold of her ponytail to show her that he was in charge.
“Ah! Shit!” Lucy cried in pain when Ben grabbed her wounded hip. But, they did not stop. The pain was great, but the sex was better. Her brain was getting mixed signals from all over her body. Her bruises told it to stop the sources of anguish, but her vagina told it to keep going at all costs. Ultimately, her vagina won.
She came when she felt the warmth of his sperm trickling down her lower back and between her cheeks. Immediately following their climax, the gut wrenching pain had nothing to dilute itself from her senses, and she began to tear up. Unable to move from the wounds that were re-surfacing, she lay motionless; bent over the counter, eyes closed, with a small smirk on her face.
Chapter Three
“We can’t do this anymore.” Ben said, finally breaking the silence that had clung to the two all morning.
Lucy was shocked, and slightly dumbfounded by the words that had entered her ears.
“Excuse me?” She questioned.
“We can’t, I can’t… Do this anymore.”
“Do what? The sex?”
“All of it.”
“You are going to have to open up a little bit more than that.” Lucy’s face was growing red with rage.
“I can’t be your coach anymore.”
“Why not?”
“I know why you didn’t finish Rita. I know that you looked at me and lost your place in the ring. You have a lot of potential, and I just can’t be the thing that holds you back from being great. I know a girl who would be more than happy to…”
Lucy cut him off. “So, that’s it then? Just a little fuck from behind and then you call it quits. Where were these thoughts twelve hours ago when you couldn’t keep your hands off of me?”
“Like I was saying…” He began, feeling annoyed at being interrupted. “I know a girl who could take over as your trainer. She is… Well she… Let’s just say that the two of you are on different teams, if you catch my drift.”
“Ben, I don’t want to hear about your lesbian friend. You owe me more than this.”
“Lucy, I want to continue to see you. But, I just don’t think that we can do that with me being your trainer.”
Her rejection filled past came flooding to her like a rogue wave. It crashed onto her conscience and all the feelings of despair and solitude that she had dealt with for her entire life came back. She had eluded them for too long. Things were too perfect with Ben. Of course her luck would erase any happiness she thought she found.
“Fine. You know what, fine. Call your friend. Tell her I am in. But, don’t expect to ever lay a finger on my body again.”
“It doesn’t have to be like this. We can still see each other, Lucy.”
“No. You had your chance. It’s over.”
With that, the two parted ways. Neither of them would get an ounce of sleep for weeks following this departure. Ben sat guilt ridden by his phone, trying to place the right words together to get Lucy back. Lucy lay furious and determined. She pushed Ben out of her mind, and only looked to what was in her future, a future that she would spend without him.
Leslie Turk, or “Lesbie Leslie” as the people at Arkansas MMA called her, was black and white and by the book. She did not take no for an answer, or anything for an answer, really. She would rather fight over something meaningless, than work disagreements out in a civilized manner. In essence, she and Lucy had more in common than Lucy would have originally thought.
Leslie grew up fighting her way through the playgrounds, like Lucy. She was in her early forties, with dyed blonde hair and the body of a softball player. She boasted an esteemed fighting career that the plaques all over the walls of the small training facility re-emphasized.
“Alright, let’s get one thing clear: I am not your friend. If you want to be the best, then shut yo
ur ass up and listen to every word that comes out of my mouth.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Failed. I said shut your ass up, and listen to every word that comes out of my mouth. You obviously did not comprehend either of those statements.”
“I... Hmm…” Lucy pulled the words back to her as if they were connected to a fishing rod, and stood in silence.
“That’s better. I don’t care who you are, I care about who you want to be. I assume that who you want to be, is the best. Am I right?”
Lucy nodded her head.
“I asked you a question. Am I right?”
“Yes. I want to be the best.”
“Goddammit I said shut our ass up! Did you hear anything I just said?”
Lucy stared at the ground, petrified.
“Hey, eyes up here.”
Lucy returned her eyes to meet the cold brown pupils of Leslie.
“I’m fucking with ya! Glad to see so much respect on the first day though. Alright, loosen up a little, I don’t bite.”
Lucy tried to hold her giggle back, still unsure if it would be met with the same hatred that previously bombarded her, but Leslie was done with her version of joking for the day.
After training with Leslie for a month straight, Lucy finally thought she had built up enough of a relationship with this woman to ask her the question that had been bugging her for some time now.
“When do I get to fight again?”
“Oh, honey. You are still a ways away from where you need to be. You have it physically, there is no denying that. But, we need to get you mentally tough. Tough enough to stand down to no one. Tough enough to trick your brain into not feeling pain until after the match. Capisce?”
“Yeah, I got it.” Lucy muttered. “How will you know when I am mentally tough enough to fight again?”
“Well let’s see… Take off your sweatpants.”
“What?” Lucy stared at Leslie, stunned by the directness of her words.
“You heard me. Take your pants off.”
Lucy slid her thumbs inside the waistband of her sweats and began to slowly pull them down.
“See there. You’re not ready.”
“But, you told me to.”
“Exactly. You have to be the aggressor. You have to draw first blood. Don’t just sit around waiting for life to roll you a sack of lemons. Go buy your own damn lemons.”
Leslie stepped toward Lucy and put her hands around her. Their faces with mere inches apart, and Lucy could feel Leslie’s breath nipping at the side of her face.
“Take control.” Leslie demanded.
“I don’t know what you want me to do.” Lucy stammered.
“Take control.” Leslie repeated.
“What do you want from me?”
“Lucy, take what’s yours.”
Lucy grabbed Leslie’s face and yanked it to hers. Their lips collided, and sparks flew into the air. Lucy pushed her tongue into Leslie’s mouth.
Leslie pulled away to catch her breath.
“Take it.”
Lucy pulled her back and ripped Leslie’s clothes off of her body. Her hands gripped at the toned muscle that covered every inch of Leslie’s body. The tips of their tongues dove feverishly into the others mouth. Back and forth they went, like a game of tug-of-war. Leslie’s would overpower Lucy’s for a few moments, then Lucy would push hers back into Leslie’s mouth. Over and over their mouths fought for the right to be the dominant one.
Finally, Leslie gave in and pulled Lucy on top of her naked body.
“Good. Now take the rest of it.”
Lucy outlined Leslie’s nipples with her tongue, and for the first time in her life felt how hard a woman’s nipple felt inside of her mouth. She licked and sucked at Leslie’s tits, always making sure to grab the other boob with her hand. She knew what she wanted, and assumed that Leslie wanted the same things.
Leslie pushed Lucy’s head down to her belly button, and then even further down to her inner thighs. Lucy teased at Leslie’s smooth shaven legs, coaxing along her skin softly, as if her lips were not even making contact. When she arrived at Leslie’s vagina, she was met with a breathtaking sight. Never in her life did she think that staring in between another woman’s legs could leave her so weak in the knees, but today that proved to be the case.
She dove into Leslie headfirst. Lucy’s lips kissed at the lips that hung between Leslie’s thighs. Her tongue flicked at the tongue-like clitoris that sat perched between those lips. Leslie dripped a juice that tasted too good to stop. Lucy swallowed everything that entered her mouth, and pressed her tongue inside of her in search for more. Her hand moved to between her own legs, and she began to finger herself while she ate Leslie out.
The two women breathed and moaned together, reaching all the points that men do not know how to push a female to. Lucy came again and again, as if this euphoria would never stop. Her hand was now a saturated mess of herself.
After the most amazing 20 minutes of Lucy’s life, Leslie sat up and put a bow on their adventure together.
“There. Now you are on your way to being ready.”
To Be Continued…
Lucy Lacey - The Complete Box Set
Midnight Pursuit: Staying Together
Chapter One
If this were the case, and danger prevented either one of us from continuing our lives, I would make damn sure that tonight was the best night that we ever had. I reached behind my back and pulled his hips down to feel him inside me. Our bodies and minds moved to one beat. The muscles of his body bulged and pressed into me. I felt his perspiration drip and fall to splash on the skin of my back. The warm touch of his skin against mine was more relaxing and exhilarating than any Jacuzzi on planet earth.
“I can’t lose you.” I turned my head and whispered back to him, tears beginning to form at the corners of my eyes.
“I have hacked into the security cameras of Lau’s warehouse. Once you guys get inside, I will begin the loop. I would estimate that you have around 15 minutes before someone realizes what is going on.” Davis spoke over our headsets.
“We won’t need 15 minutes.” Ethan replied confidently. That deep bass of a voice always sounded so calm, no matter the situation.
Ethan, Walter and I sat atop a hill that over looked the harbor and Lau’s building in Walter’s Midnight Blue Eclipse. It was hard for Ethan to leave his baby behind tonight, but we decided that riding in something that Lau did not have an eye for would be our smartest option.
The warehouse sat right on the coast, with a large wooden dock shaped around it like the wrap around porches I remembered seeing as a child in Arkansas. The neighboring buildings all looked abandoned. All Lau’s, I presumed, to keep the whole neighborhood under his watchful eye.
Ethan and Walter planned to enter the building in a similar fashion that Ethan and I had: bypass security weak points, lay a few bombs, and detonate them once they were safely back in the car. It seemed simple, but when you are dealing with Lau things rarely go according to plan. They were professionals, although this fact did not help the butterflies that had flocked south for the winter in the pit of my stomach.
Last night was incredible, and I would have given everything to go back in time a few hours to relive the passionate night that Ethan and I shared together. To see the moonlight reflect off of his muscular body. To feel the strength in his hands as he pulled my hips in motion. I looked to the passenger seat and pictured myself stroking the smooth skin of his head, moaning softly into his ear while his body pressed inside me…
“Drop us off here.” Walter ordered, snapping me out of my daydream.
I slid the car into an alley about eight blocks from Lau’s, and put it in park.
“Stay close.” Ethan said. “Be ready to drive as soon as you hear our signal.”
And with that, the two vanished into the night.
“Davis, hit those security feeds.” I heard Ethan say over the headset. But those were far from the words I wanted t
o hear from him.
I knew that he was not much for romance and that he looked at certain phrases as sappy or cliché. This was all fine for me, as I normally held the same opinions on such matters. But in this moment, on this day, I needed to hear something more from him besides: “Be ready to drive as soon as you hear our signal.”
Thoughts flooded through my head and my finger pressed the talk button on the side of the Bluetooth earpiece three times before the two gave the confirmation that they had entered the building. The words, “be safe, I love you” sat on the tip of my tongue like a song on the radio that you can’t quite place the name of. But, the words never came. Each time my finger released itself, and my hand slowly lowered back to grip the steering with a petrified anxiousness.
“The bombs are in place. Les, we are heading back to your position.” Ethan whispered, and my body deflated from the sigh of relief that exhaled from my chest.
“Over.” I said begrudgingly, still itching to say more, and I cranked the engine on to hear the familiar purr of the Eclipse’s custom engine. Always the best, for Ethan and Walter.
Just as the cars rhythmic hum sparked to life, I noticed movement behind me that my peripheral vision caught through the rear view mirror. A black Suburban with tinted windows was moving down the street that the alley intersected at a snail’s pace. Without moving a muscle, I watched wide eyed as it creeped out of my view.
“Boys, we’ve got company.” I said, keeping my eyes fixed on the mirror.
“Shit!” Davis exclaimed from his position at the hotel. “I lost the cameras!”
My heart raced as we both waited on a reply from Ethan and Walter. The silence was ringing into my ears, and seemed to last an eternity. Finally, I heard that familiar gruff voice.
“Les! Can you get to a closer position?”
“On it.” I replied. Tires squealed as I threw the car in reverse.
“There’s too many of them!” Walter yelled. “We can’t make it out!”
“Three blocks from your position.” I reassured over the headset. The tension in my chest tightened like the clamp of a vice.