by Izzy Sweet
“That’s where you will be in a month and a half. This is your shot. No more sitting at the kiddie table, playing around at fighting. Time to put your big girl panties on and hit someone.”
Chase is staring hard at me as I lead her away from the group but I ignore him.
Marching a stunned Christy over to Dale, I say, “I’ve got a new fighter for you. She needs to get the basics down so she isn’t killed in six weeks at the fights.”
Chapter Seven
Christy
Walking into the gym, I’m already on edge because I have no clue how things are going to go down today. Has Alex already blabbed about me staying with him? Or are we going to keep this thing just between us?
I wish I would have discussed it with him earlier but it was too hard to think straight when I was in the car with him. I don’t know if it’s because I don’t trust him or if it’s something else… but it’s annoying as hell. When I’m near him, my brain gets all fuzzy and I’m super aware of him… His larger-than-life presence. His smell. His nearness.
He just seems too good to be true.
Seriously, what man his age just helps a girl like me without wanting something in return?
Maybe I shouldn’t go back to his house tonight. Maybe I should just hit that hotel…
Maybe I’m getting ahead of myself and he won’t even offer.
I don’t know why but that annoying part of me hopes he does offer.
Dammit.
I really wish I didn’t blurt out that I wasn’t going to sleep with him. He seemed so taken aback by it. Seriously, I’ve never seen such a big guy look so horrified. You’d think I just asked him to buy me tampons.
Obviously, the thought of sleeping with me has never crossed his mind, and I guess that makes me the pervert because I have thought about it.
A lot.
Since our run this morning, I can’t get the picture of his glistening abs out of my head. I wonder what the rest of him looks like underneath his clothes. I wonder where those groove lines at his hips lead.
It’s not what’s in the box, it’s what’s in his pants?
For some sick, disgusting reason I’m dying to know.
After securing my backpack in the women’s locker room, I join the others of my group as we wait on Chase. The guys in the program are just shootin’ the shit, and I’m trying to act like I’m interested in their stories about the girls they hooked up with or the stupid drunk shit they did last night.
Sometimes it really sucks being the only chick.
I’m trying really hard not to yawn as Mark regales us with a story about him and his girl messing around in a lake when my arm is grabbed and I’m yanked to the side.
Alex pushes a piece a paper into my hands and starts going on about me putting my big girl panties on or some shit. The chatter around us dies down and I feel a dozen pairs of eyes burning into my back.
I’m so stunned by Alex’s audacity I forget to punch him in his big stupid head.
I glance down at the paper but my anxiety and heart rate have shot up so fast I’m having a hard time reading it.
Before I can truly figure out what the hell he’s going on about, Alex grabs me by the arm again and drags me over to Dale.
“I’ve got a new fighter for you. She needs to get the basics down so she isn’t killed in six weeks at the fights.”
“What fights?” I blurt out before Alex gives me a little shove, nearly shoving me into Dale.
Dale looks down his nose at me and I bristle under his regard. “What makes you think I’ve got time to train an inexperienced string bean?”
“String bean?!” I repeat angrily.
Did I miss the freakin’ memo? Is it lets insult Christy day or something?
“Have you ever trained a girl before?” Alex asks.
Oh, and now I’m a girl again.
Dale gives him a look. “I’ve trained most of the little girls in this gym.”
“Who said I want him to train me in the first place?” I ask. They’re talking about me like I’m not even here and it’s really pissing me off.
“Look at the paper, Christy,” Alex urges.
With a sigh I glance down at the flyer and the big bold number of $5,000 immediately jumps out at me.
“Five thousand dollars?” I repeat, sounding a little breathless.
Is this real? My eyes scan the words, quickly soaking them in. Five thousand dollars. Five thousand dollars! That would be more than enough to put me up in my own apartment. More than enough to survive on for a few months while I get my shit together.
Five thousand dollars would buy me true independence.
“What’s going on?” Chase asks, walking over.
He keeps looking between Alex and me with a frown twisting his lips. “Why the fuck are you harassing my student?” he straight up asks Alex, stepping up to him.
Alex isn’t a small man by any means, he ranks right up there with most of the giants around this place, but Chase is truly massive. Even retired, Chase trains here every day, not letting himself waste away or go to fat. I see him in the cage all the time, knocking the other guys around like it’s nothing.
There’s just something about Chase that is a little awe inspiring. Between his size and his infamous ‘Reaper’ grin, he’s a force to be reckoned with.
As Chase glares down at Alex, I actually feel a little frightened for him.
“He showed me this.” I thrust the paper up in Chase’s face and he blinks, breaking eye contact with Alex.
Snatching the paper from my hand, he frowns as he reads it. “What about it?”
“I want to enter it,” I say and cross my arms defensively over my chest.
Standing between the three of these guys, I truly feel like I’m surrounded by hostile behemoths.
Chase’s eyes scan the paper again and then he just stares at me. I lift my chin up, meeting his stare and refusing to show how much he intimidates me.
Inside, though, I hold my breath, afraid he’s going to say no and shut down the whole idea.
If he says no, it’s not like I could just go to another gym...
Finally, he asks, “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” I exhale, unable to mask my relief. “I’m sure.”
I’ve never been more sure in my life. This is my chance to make it.
Chase looks over at Dale and Dale is already muttering under his breath. “You gonna train her?”
“Fuck,” Dale curses. “Motherfucking shit. I guess.”
Chase smirks and gives Dale a friendly slap on the back. “Should be no problem for you. You’re the best little girl trainer we have.”
“God dammit,” Dale shakes his head and drags a hand down his face.
I’d be pissed at being called a little girl again if it wasn’t so damn satisfying to see Dale have to eat his own words. The man is notorious for talking shit, and all the fighters seem to both love and hate him for it.
I wonder if I’ll have to add myself to that list.
“And you?” Chase asks, his face hardening as he looks over to Alex.
Alex looks at me and I stare into his dark eyes, something passing between us.
“Nah,” Alex says, and slowly shakes his head, breaking eye contact. “I’ve got my own fight to train for. Don’t have time for it.”
Chase nods his head, looking satisfied with his answer.
I don’t know why but I’m a little disappointed.
I don’t have time to linger on the emotion though, because Dale’s hand drops from his face and he gives me the ugliest look.
“Okay, let’s see what you got, String Bean. Get on the treadmill and start fucking running.”
* * *
Dale is trying to kill me, I think while bent over, staring at the floor. My body shudders hard one more time but I think the last of my heaving has passed.
He started me on the treadmill, forcing me up to 10 mph, then he got me down on the mat and made me do a hundred pushups. He claims he
’s just checking my endurance, so he knows how to train me, but I think he’s really trying to kill me so he doesn’t have to waste his time training me.
After the pushups, he got me back up and forced me to do sprints. Out of pure stubbornness, I managed to push through the sprints, hoping it would be the last of the torture.
Unfortunately, I underestimated the level of his sadism.
After the sprints, he pushed me into sit-ups then more sprints. After the second round of sprints came jumping jacks.
During the jumping jacks my body decided it had had enough and I started to throw up.
“Fuck, what kind of crap are you eating?” Dales asks, eyeing everything I threw up on the floor.
I wipe my mouth off with the back of my hand and straighten. I have to take a deep breath and swallow before I answer him. “I had lunch at work.”
“Where do you work?”
“Burger Bells.”
Dale makes a face of disgust. “You gotta stop eating that shit.”
It’s all I can afford but I nod my head and my bite my tongue. I know there’s no point in arguing with him.
Dale pokes me in the side. “You’re seriously underweight. You need to up your protein intake.”
I nod my head again. I’ll just start ordering the double burgers and taking the buns off of them.
“I guess that’s it for the day,” he says like he’s disappointed. No doubt he was probably looking forward to torturing me some more. “We’ll pick this up same time tomorrow.”
I nearly collapse in relief. I was so sure he was going to punish me for puking all over the floor.
“Go grab a mop and clean up this mess before Chase sees it.”
I nod my head and can’t get away from him fast enough.
I sure as fuck don’t want to give him a chance to change his mind.
My knees protest but I walk-run my way over to the utility closet. Mark is already there by the time I reach it, wheeling out the mop and yellow bucket.
I give him a confused look, and he smiles sheepishly at me. “I got it, Christy. Chase told me to clean up for you.”
“Oh,” I say flatly, my face warming with embarrassment. So much for Chase not seeing it. “I guess everyone was watching, huh?”
“Yeah,” he says, nodding his head. And I just want to die right here, right now. Everyone was watching me fail and puke my guts out. I’ll never live this down.
But then Mark goes on to say, “I don’t know how you survived all of that. I would have passed out during the second round of sprints.”
Now I feel really confused. Was that a compliment?
“I don’t know either,” I tell him honestly. “I guess it was sheer stubbornness.”
Mark nods and tells me, “You did great.”
And now the moment is awkward. I’ve never been very good at handling compliments.
“Well, thanks!” I tell him and start walking towards the women’s locker room.
“Hey,” Mark calls out from behind me and I pause, glancing back at him before I walk through the door marked ‘Women only’. “We should hang out sometime.”
Seriously? He wants to hang out with me? Even though he has to clean my puke up?
“Uh, yeah, sure.” I wave at him and push through the door before he can stop me again.
Today just keeps getting crazier and crazier.
I reek of puke, but it’s one of the best days I’ve had in a long time.
* * *
After showering and getting dressed, I stuff my dirty clothes into my backpack and head out.
Alex and I never did work out an exit plan so I just walk out the front door and head up the sidewalk like I do every night after training.
If he shows up and offers me a ride, good. If not, I’ll just hit the motel for the night.
I walk about a mile before I hear the purr of Alex’s engine in the distance. My heart immediately does a little flip flop and I can’t deny my relief when he pulls up.
Leaning over, he pushes open the passenger side door and tells me to, “Get in.”
I’m so tired I don’t even argue with him.
Sliding into my seat, I notice my hands are little shaky as I buckle my seatbelt.
I guess Alex also notices because he asks, “You alright?”
“Yeah,” I say and give him a weak smile before leaning back. “It’s just been a long day. I’ve never trained like that before.”
Alex nods and throws the car into gear. Hitting the gas, we burst forward and his attention turns to the road ahead. “I bet.”
He has the heater going and as the warm air hits me, I sink deeper into my seat, struggling to keep my eyes open.
“It’s only going to get harder,” he remarks a minute later.
I jerk awake. I guess I drifted off.
“I know,” I answer and shift in my seat.
“Think you can handle it?”
I look over at him and tell him with complete certainty, “Yes.”
Chapter Eight
Alex
Fuck, Chase is still one large motherfucker. It’d be a shame if I had to take his knee out to put him down. I don’t give a fuck if he is bigger than me, he won’t see me back down from shit.
I’m not lying, though, when I say I got my own shit to worry about for my next fight. I need to stay focused on my own game plan even though I want to help Christy.
Lifting my hands back up, I go back to striking the bag in front of me. Over and over, I go through the last fight against Rocko. He’s a world-renowned striker. If you ask me, dude has fists of fucking lead, and each punch fucking hurt the last time I fought him.
The fact that he has an amazing takedown defense makes him a hard fucking guy to fight. There was talk that before our last fight he had been battling the flu and just couldn’t get back to tip-top shape. I don’t know if that was true, but it doesn’t make me think he’s going to win the fight with me this time.
My game plan for the next fight is going to be the same one I had the last time I was up against Rocko—hit him as hard as I can for as long as I can. If I get him to the ground, fucking pound that fucking nose of his through the back of his thick ass skull.
Christy looks like a whooped pup by the time she gets to the jumping jacks. I’ve been there. Dale calls this phase train until you puke or quit. It’s fucking evil. We’ve all been there though, or at least those of us who have what it takes to make it further than some of the posers that hang around here.
There are guys who hang around the gym doing nothing but posing and talking about what they could do if they wanted to.
Little bitches are what I call them.
Most of the group Chase is working with right now will probably fall into that category. There’s one guy named Blane who looks like he might have what it takes to go further, just like Christy, but I’m going to leave it to Chase to notice that.
Heh, fucking Chase was like a mama bear when I went near one of his cubs. I can’t imagine what he would do if I went for a second, or what he would do if he knew I was taking care of Christy.
Ugh! Motherfuck. The sound of fluid and chucks hitting the mats makes my stomach swirl. Yep, Dale broke the seal on Runt. She’s done for the day.
I slow my punches down as I let my breath come out in hard pants. I have been going hard at the bags for a while now. I want my arms used to this. I need them to be there for me in the fifth round when I have to punch Rocko one more time.
Turning around the bag, I wrap an arm around it to watch as Christy retches again. The whole gym has stopped to watch her puke. She may not know it but all of us, including the male fighters like Brett and Bear, have admiration for her. We have been there. It hurts the pride, but it makes you stronger.
Dale says something to Christy then turns away from her. He looks grumpy as always but his big ass loves shit like this. He wouldn’t have even bothered talking to her if he didn’t think she had what he was looking for.
When on
e of the guys from Chase’s group goes to clean up the puke Christy left on the mat, I wince inwardly. That is not going to bode well for her.
Dale will have her ass puking again tomorrow for thinking she can be a princess like that.
Grinning inwardly, I unwrap my hands and head into the men’s locker room. My body is sore but in a happy way.
I step under the showerhead. Rinsing off all the sweat from the gym makes my body feel almost like new.
The hot, steamy water runs down my abs then cascades down my cock, giving me pause.
I imagine those ass cheeks bouncing back and forth while Christy ran. I can imagine how good she would feel if I were to press her up against the shower wall. My body pushed against hers, my mouth latched onto her neck as I slowly slide her shorts down to her thighs. My thick cock up, pressing between her thighs and entering her tight pussy.
Fuck, my hand has somehow started slowly stroking my cock. It’s been almost a week since I last got my nut off and I think the ache in my balls is going to drive me insane.
I know I shouldn’t be thinking of Christy as I work my hand up and down my shaft. The fact I have seen her both clothed and naked, even if I was an asshole for checking out a crying girl, is not helping me stop myself from jerking off to her. I’m not old enough to be her father, but I still have about twelve years on her.
Shit, she wasn’t even going through puberty when I graduated from high school.
Fuck it all!
My hand speeds up and down. The smooth skin encasing my shaft is so sensitive right now. The large head gives me shivers down my spine each time my calloused hand scrapes against it.
The moment I think of her delicate pussy lips gripping me through an orgasm I feel my cock erupt all over the shower wall.
Fuck, my knees almost buckle as I squeeze out each drop of cum.
Shutting off the shower, I quickly dress myself. Checking my watch, I can’t believe I was so damn quick. I’ve never been a minuteman, but I just showered and jerked off in seven minutes.
What the fuck is wrong with me? This girl is driving me nuts.