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Fighter

By: creepyrj



I have to thank a pair of people who went over this and made it far better than i could Honeybree and Pepper_pace. The two of you did so much for this story i can't even begin to thank you. For all of you who read this story please enjoy it. It is a long one, but I couldn't cut corners on this one. So enough of my useless rambling and enjoy the show! comments and votes are always welcome as is your enjoyment. 

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The bell rang out as the two warriors slumped against each other. Their corner crews ran in to break them up as the jam packed crowd roared. It had been an epic war between two titans of the sport. The two men could barely stand up as they had gone through six rounds of pure torturous hell. They moved to their respective corners and slumped onto their stools while the normally reserved crowd stood on their feet voicing their approval of the event. Despite his exhaustion, the deafening crowd was all too apparent to Marcus Daniels as his trainer washed the blood out of his eyes. He knew that he was done. He been a mixed-martial arts fighter for a long time, and this fight was the culmination of his efforts.

His body knew all too clearly exactly why he was done. His head felt like there were a thousand bells ringing behind his eyes. His arms ached badly from the many kicks he had taken, not to mention the vicious take downs. The harshness of the ring had finally taken its hefty toll on him as he met his trainer's eyes and wordlessly indicated that he was through. His breathing was ragged and his legs felt like they would fall off. He then looked across the ring and saw that his opponent was in no better shape. The young Japanese fighter was barely conscious and his nose was broken twice. The poor man couldn't stand up as his left leg was clearly going to need a cast from the vicious leg kicks he had taken. They shared a look from across the ring and both men nodded their heads to each other in a show of deep admiration.

The two warriors were led to the center of the ring as the announcer read off the decision to the crowd. The man spoke in excited tones as he read the judges scores in Japanese. 30-29 Matzuzami. 30-29 Daniels. 29-28 Daniels 29-28 Matzuzami. The decision was a draw. The crowd was mixed as both sides of the fans hoped to see their own warrior as the winner. But for the two men in the ring who had battled so hard it was the right one. Both had fought to his absolute limits and neither had fallen. Both had knocked the other down twice, and both had taken a substantial amount of damage in the process. 

They hugged each other in a show of respect while the crowd chanted for a rematch. Normally Japanese crowds were reserved in competitions such as this, but when they saw how hard the two had fought most couldn't help their excitement. The two fighters were led to their locker rooms and as they went down the aisles Marcus was surprised that many of the fans shouted their approval. 

Marcus Daniels had just fought the last fight of his career. It pained him to the limits just to draw breath. He had taken four vicious kicks to the side and knew that some of his ribs had been broken or at least cracked. He limped to his bench as his trainers removed the tape from his hands and feet. He looked across the room to the large mirror that took up most of one wall. As he stared at his reflection all he could see were the colorful bruises that now decorated his body. He disregarded the sight of his well defined body and short cropped hair that was little more than a military cut and green eyes that seemed to easily reflect coldness and warmth. What he saw was a very large purple bruise on his side and his right eye was swollen shut. The injury to his eye was courtesy of the same kick that the younger man had defeated him with in their previous fight. This time he had managed to get up before the count reached eight. His lip was split on the left side, but he took pride that he had fought the man off as well as he had. The fans had wanted a rematch from their first encounter but instead they had just gotten a brutal war. 

Marcus' trainers and doctors looked him over and it was decided that he should be rushed to the hospital as his breathing had become shallow. He did indeed have three cracked ribs, but the damage to his head was far more serious. He had a severe concussion due to the three nasty head kicks he had taken. It was confirmed that his fighting days were over when the doctor gave him the prognosis the next morning. Due to the severity of the injuries he was recommending that he no longer fight for fear of further damage to his brain.

Marcus lay back in the bed and absorbed this. He knew this man was one of the best head trauma doctors in Tokyo and he realized it was in his best interests to hang up the gloves before he became a vegetable. He slept for a while then awoke when his promoter, Nick Canlos came into his room. Nick of course wasn't so sure of the good doctor's decision so he decided to try to talk some sense into his warhorse.

"Marcus, dude we can get the rematch. Seriously man! It will make us a fortune." Nick hovered over him as he contemplated the wealth that could still be made. 

"No Nick. I'm done man. I barely survived that fight. My body just doesn't have it anymore." He had tears in his eyes as he admitted the one thing that no professional athlete ever wanted to say aloud; his body was done. 

"Marcus come on dude. You've had a lot worse than this and come back from it." Nick said hoping to change his mind.

"That was two years and nine fights ago. Dude, I'm almost thirty six. My body just can't keep it up much longer. Plus with this new concussion I got to look at my long term. I'd like to be semi healthy when I get older you know. I don't want to end up like the old timers who can't think without being doped up." He replied.

Marcus had fought since he was eleven. He had trained in several gyms and dojos over the world. From the U.S. to Thailand he had trained hard. He had gone to France and Russia where he learned their style to mix up his routine. He had been to Brazil and studied under some of the best fighters in the world and where he had actually lived for a time. He also had fought in any venue that he could to get experience. He knew that his long record was a distinguished one, 94-9-1. But for all his wins it was nature that would have the last say for his career. Twenty five years of it and his body just didn't have it any longer. He had seen the older guys trying to fight the new breed and many were devastated by them. 

"I'm done Nick. I just don't have it anymore." Marcus said dejectedly.

Nick looked at his client and friend hard. He saw the look in his one good eye and knew he meant it. He knew well enough that Marcus was a stubborn man who gave his all in everything he did. If he meant he was done, than he was done. Nick patted his friend on the shoulder then nodded his head. They had made a decent living for a good while. The last fight had netted them a substantial haul so they weren't hurt financially. Nick also had a cadre of young bloods that were eager for further glory. He looked at his friend one last time then he left to make the preparations for the retirement announcement.

He was done. He was finally done. He whispered a soft prayer to his ancestors for guiding him along his path. He had taken to some of the tenants of Buddhism while he was in Thailand and it had truly helped him out in his life. He decided to meditate, hoping that it would clear his mind and ease his pains, but his body cried out in such agony that he had to call in a nurse for painkillers. She gave him a shot and he eventually relaxed. Marcus lay back in his bed and sighed to the ceiling. Once the medicine kicked in he fell into a deep slumber.

Seven months and three weeks later found Marcus at his new gym in the sunny city of San Diego, California. He was home and even though he had never been a champ, he was still very well respected in the fighting circles and that drew a large crowd of people anxious to train under him. He had invested wisely in his time and had a decent stockpile of money to fall back on. He used that to invest in the gym and a few other businesses in the area. The money all then went into advertising his gym and other investments. He realized he was doing well when the owners of several fighting alliances offered to let him train some of their prospects for which he charged a nominal fee. He trained them as hard as he could using all he had gleaned from his many fights to make them ready for the ring and further glory.

Marcus also helped the community as he used his gym as a means to get underprivileged kids away from gang life. Some he was able to save, but not all. Marcus was in a unique situation as he interacted on the regular with ex-gang bangers but he also drew a lot of law enforcement. He took his new life in stride and was happy that most found the gym to their liking and before long he was doing extremely well.

It was late in the night after he had closed up one evening that he decided to go out for a drink. He had an apartment above the gym so he didn't have to worry about getting drunk and not being able to get home, not that he did that anyway. As he walked to the bar at the end of the street he heard a scream. He spun about and saw a young girl running from three thugs. They all hooted obviously trying to make a grab for her. He watched as she was chased into a nearby alley and then he sprinted towards them. 

Earlier that night Annabelle Melendez had been as happy as she could be. She had been allowed to attend a concert with one of her cousins and had felt very grown up as the two danced and sang to every one of the songs. She had been tired but still amped from the music and the rush of being allowed to go out alone.

Maybe her head was still in a daze from the concert, but somehow she had gotten on the wrong connector and it had taken her to the wrong side of town. At fourteen years old, being allowed to attend the concert alone had taken a large measure of trust from her very uptight parents. And not only was it now past her curfew, she couldn't find a phone booth. Then she saw three men leering at her. 

Annabelle wanted to turn around right then and there, but had already caught their attention. She looked down at her feet as she passed them and one of them called her a wetback. Annabelle felt sweat sprout from her pores as she quickened her step trying to ignore them. At four feet eight she was a tiny girl. She was just hitting her stride in her youth, but the promised growth spurts hadn't come yet. The three men easily stood six feet tall and their bodies showed some muscle as well. All three had shaved heads and wore jeans with suspenders showing their allegiance to the local skinhead gang of the city. Being of Mexican descent had no doubt caused her to be the target for their hatred.

She walked as fast as she could but then heard the clear sound of their footfalls as they fell in behind her and began to follow her. The clunking of their Doc Martins was loud enough that she was too afraid to even look behind her. She began to walk faster hoping to get some distance from them but they began to pick up their pace. She then broke into a run, dropping her purse as it slipped down her arm and to the pavement. They ran after her hooting and calling out every foul name in the book. Annabelle screamed in terror, running faster than she had ever run in her life. She turned quickly down a back alley hoping to get away from them, but she was quickly caught.

As Marcus rounded the corner he heard the tearing of cloth which caused him to run faster. He saw the girl against the wall, her shirt ripped open and one of the thugs was trying to get his pants down. The other two had taken hold of her arms and was holding her in place against the wall. The one working at getting his jeans undone took a moment to slap her face in order to make her more complaint. As Marcus reached them Annabelle saw him and the look of pure fear in her eyes caused his rage to escalate.

"Let her go. Now!" he commanded.

The thugs regarded him in amusement. He noted the gang tattoos on one of their necks which confirmed his suspicions. The three men were a part of the local white power gang. One of them released the girl and sneered then ran at him. Marcus set his feet in a standard Muay Thai stance with his front leg up and his fists cocked ready to explode. As the thug approached him he was sent flying as Marcus snapped a kick into his mid section. The thug fell flat on his back unable to get up or inhale as the kick had knocked the wind from him. The second thug ran at him only to have the wild punch he had thrown blocked while Marcus wrapped his hand behind the thug's neck and brought his knee up repeatedly. The five knee strikes that slammed into the thug's chest and midsection tore the air from his body as well. Marcus then stepped back and released the flailing individual, causing him to hit the ground. When he looked up he saw that the last one had a knife and was holding it to the girl's neck.

"If you hurt a hair on her head boy, I'm gonna stick that thing up your fucking ass and break it off. Now let her go before I get angry." Marcus said in a deathly calm voice.

"Fuck you man! I'm leaving and this fucking beaner is coming with me. Don't try and stop me or else!" he shouted. Marcus stared into the man's watery eyes and knew that he was fucked up on drugs. It meant that he would only have one chance to pull this off. 

He took a step back and then shrugged and raised his hands innocently. The last thug walked towards him cautiously as Marcus gave them a wide berth. The girl whimpered as she was dragged along by her arm. He saw that her arm was all that the thug had hold of and decided that he had to make his move then and there. 

Marcus quickly reached out and grabbed the girl by her other arm and then yanked her towards him and away from the goon. When she was clear he ran straight at the punk. The thug stabbed at him, but Marcus swiveled and blocked and took the stab in his left forearm. Marcus swung in anger and nearly tore the fucker's head off with a savage right hook. The thug staggered back as Marcus then shot a crushing side shin kick into his midsection that rocked him to his foundation, doubling him over. He then drove his knee straight into the punk's nose and felt the crunch as it shattered and a fountain of blood shot from his face. His head whipped back and his glassy eyes were blank as he hit the ground with a tremendous crash, but he was out cold before he ever touched the ground.

Marcus stepped out of his stance then looked down at the deep cut in his forearm. He grimaced but ignored the pain as he looked down at the girl who was huddled into a ball and crying her eyes out. Blood was pouring from his arm so he quickly took off his shirt and wrapped it around his forearm to staunch the bleeding. After he was sure he wasn't going to bleed to death he slowly walked towards the girl, hands out where she could see them. 

Annabelle saw his feet approach then looked up fearfully. Her lip was split and she was a teary eyed wreck. Through her blurred vision she saw the man who had saved her and she cried out as he reached out his hand to her and quickly she came to her feet and lunged into his body. She wrapped her arms around him and sobbed as he held her.

"It's alright honey. You're safe now. Let's get you inside and call the cops." Marcus spoke tenderly as he placed a protective arm around her and led her back to his gym.

Once inside he locked the door and called the police. He then went into his back office where he pulled out a blanket and draped it around her trembling body. The police arrived quickly as most were friends of his and found the punks who hadn't had time to recover and leave the area. They had little trouble in putting them in cuffs, but the leader had to be rushed to the ICU. The others complained of him attacking them as they were arrested. But all anyone needed to do was to take a look at the young girl to know the true story. Marcus was looked at by an EMT for the two inch deep gash in his forearm. He looked over at the girl who refused to talk to anyone. She was so terrified that she sat trembling in her chair. He was told that he needed to pay a visit to the hospital to have his arm stitched but refused. They did a good job of taping the wound close with surgical strips and then wrapping his arm in gauze. Again it was strongly suggested that he get stitched as soon as possible. 

"Let me just get her home. She needs it." He said, concerned for the girl's well being.

Annabelle heard that and she perked up. She saw his face and started to tear up again. He walked to her and took her up in his arms. She was still wrapped in the blanket and looked so frail that two of the officers agreed to let him drive her home. They would just follow them to her house and then take her statement there, where hopefully she would be able to talk. Marcus lifted her in his arms and then carried her to his car where he set her effortlessly down in the passenger seat. He drove her to the address that the police had found when they had picked up her purse. 

"Are you going to be OK honey?" he asked, his voice concerned as he drove.

She shook her head then leaned into the door and brought her knees up to her chest. He saw she was about fourteen or so, she was likely of Mexican descent by her looks. She was wearing a green shirt that was sadly ripped and a pair of shorts. Not short shorts, but green cargos. She also had on pink tennis shoes and in a word she could be called cute. He turned his attention back to the road grimly. A short time later he found the address and pulled into the drive-way of a small but nice house.

When the car stopped moving she looked up and began to cry again. He turned off the engine then took her up in his arms again which caused her to stop sobbing. She hugged his neck as he carried her to the door of her house. The door swung opened before he even reached for the beel and two very relieved parents came rushing out. Her mother cried out and took her daughter from the man holding her. Her father looked at Marcus with tears in his eyes.

"Oh my god thank you! We were so worried. What happened to her?" he asked as he madly shook Marcus' hand.

"She was attacked by a group of punks. She's gonna be fine, she's just in shock," he said remembering what the paramedics had said. He then continued, "Listen, I got the police here, please--when she can, have her talk to them so they can take care of the little fuckers."

"Yes, of course." her father said his own eyes tearing up as he looked at his precious angel.

Marcus then reached for his wallet and pulled out a card then handed it to the man. Annabelle's father accepted the card, looking at it.

"If you need me for anything just call me," he said politely.

"Again, I can't thank you enough, sir. Thank you." Annabelle's father pumped his hand gratefully. The look in his eyes was one of pure relief and joy that his daughter was now home safe.

Marcus nodded his head and turned to walk away. He didn't get too far before he heard a voice from behind him.

"Wait!" he looked back to see it was the girl.

She was standing there with the blanket still clutched around her and she suddenly ran to him. He caught her in his arms and hugged her as she sobbed into him. Annabelle didn't want to let go of him, but after a few moments her mother and father gently pulled her away. She sobbed as she went back into her home. Marcus shook his head in sorrow for her. He knew this would very likely scar her. He only hoped that eventually she could push past it and move on with her life.


Fighter Ch. 02



So judging by the great comments and commotion surrounding the first chapter I have part 2 for you. I'm glad you all enjoyed one as much as you did. As for props Pepper and Bree did another great job. So please enjoy this as much as you did part one. Enough of me talking here it is enjoy the show!

Marcus hadn't slept so soundly in a long time. He was very warm and comfortable as he slowly opened his eyes. He tried to roll over but was met with resistance. He peeled his eyes open wider and as his blurred vision slowly began to focus, he quickly found the reason why he couldn't move. Annabelle was snuggled deep into his side and her body was in his arms! He blinked and saw that she was sleeping with a smile on her face and the little whimpers that issued from her were too damn cute to ignore. He looked down at her sleeping form. There was a small part of him that knew he should be an ogre and push her away, but it was a very small sliver. The majority of his being was content to lay there and accept the cuddling. He also knew that a big part of him wanted nothing more than to pull her closer to him--if that was possible. Instead he simply lay there with her curled against his body and allowed her to sleep.

Anna's dreams were the happiest she had ever known. The warmth of the bed along with the knowledge of who she was sleeping with caused her to purr like a kitten in her sleep. She wasn't aware that she was indeed purring and slowly she felt the sleep draining from her mind as her eyes opened. She hoped he was still asleep so she could pull away from him before he awoke. But when she opened her sleepy eyes she was met with a sight that she wasn't expecting; his green eyes were opened and staring at her. In that moment she felt like a deer in the headlights as her brown eyes widened and she sat upright.

"Coach....I...." she stammered trying to explain.

Marcus smiled at how cute she was and shook his head. He knew she was trying to deflate what had happened, but he simply didn't care. He had slept very well that night. He even enjoyed watching her purr in her sleep. He raised his hand and she went silent and then he looked into her eyes and whispered.

"Good morning sleepy head." 

"Coach I'm so sorry....I didn't mean to...I....I..." she again tried to explain.

"It's OK Anna. I'm not mad at you. It's a small bed after all," he replied. 

It occurred to her that he had no idea that she had pulled them together as he slept, and she didn't need to tell him that. As she tried to gather her composure he lay back down and patted the side next to him. Slowly she lay back down and he shocked her when he pulled her close to him again. She sighed as his arms went around her body allowing her to cuddle against his chest again. She let out a silent thank you to the heavens as she put her head back on his arm.

Neither of them could explain why, but they both dozed off again. Marcus had a strange feeling that he was forgetting something and then he woke up with a jolt. He looked at the clock and the time caused his eyes bug to out.

"Shit! Anna get up, honey!" he said roughly shaking her.

Anna popped up and noticed that he was out of bed and already dressing. She looked at the clock and it said 11:32. They had forty minutes until weigh ins. She gasped and bolted out of the bed. She forgot to be modest as her tee came off and she was just in her white panties and completely topless. Marcus was pulling a shirt over his head when he turned and saw her partially nude body. 

Anna looked up quickly and Marcus was standing there eyes wide and staring at her. Her pert breasts bounced suggestively as her dark nipples poked straight out. She quickly covered herself with her hands and he took that opportunity to rush into the bathroom. Anna stood there momentarily, shocked that she'd undressed like that in front of him. She mentally shook it off, as there were much more important things to think about. But inwardly she smiled that she had caused him stare like that. She was proud of her body and the fact that she could make him stare was a testament to how good it was. She got dressed in a white bra and panties then slipped on her gym shirt and yoga pants. She put on her flip flops and knocked on the bathroom door.

Marcus was washing his face, hoping to get the sight of her very full breasts out of his mind when the knock sounded. He didn't have time to shave so he just went with the nearly day and a half of stubble which he thought made his face seem darker and older. He regarded himself in the mirror, noting that his tattoos still made his arms look imposing. He walked out and Anna rushed by him. He walked to the small table in the room and gathered up all the necessary documents and put them in his satchel. He pulled out the listings and went over them until Anna came out. He looked up and she was wearing the tee shirt with the skulls as well as her black and purple yoga pants. She was definitely cute, but today she seemed different as her hair was pulled back into two braids that went down her back. She also had a pair of barrettes in front to keep her bangs from falling into her face. He thought she looked adorable. He shook his head and got up, tucking all the papers into the satchel and they left the hotel quickly.

When they drove to the event center he turned on his I-Pod and the sounds of a song 'Deciever' by Disturbed played. He enjoyed the song for its eerie sounds as well as for its hard beat. Anna also liked Disturbed and he took the credit for introducing her to the group when at the age of sixteen. They and other metal and rock tunes had become part of her I-Tunes play list. She listened to pop music as well, but he chided that it was too cartoony for full contact sports. At first she took it harshly, but when he told her he was kidding she threw a towel at him. He smiled at the memory and glanced over to the sight of her bobbing her head to the bridge and enjoying the music that seemed to be settling both of their nerves.

When they got to the Center Nick was waiting for them as was Christian. Christian had come along to help Anna get ready as they were training partners and she was accustomed to sparring with him. Nick was there as he was their promoter but when he saw them, the look of anger was obvious in his eyes.

"Jesus H Christ!" he yelled as they came up. "It's nearly noon and now you decide to show up?! Marcus, what the fuck?"

"Relax Nick! I had a case of the runs. Chill out." Marcus said deflecting Nick's anger. Anna heard the comment and inwardly thanked her coach for taking the blame off of her for what she had done the night before. 

She saw Christian and he gave her a half grin. In her eyes Christian was just a very nice kid, someone she could look up to like an older brother. He was twenty two years old and from Sao Paolo, Brazil. He was, what the locals there called, a Mulatto. His mother was a dark skinned and his father was a lighter skinned man with Spanish and Portuguese heritage. His mother's heritage was African and local Indian and it showed in his body. He stood five nine and weighed one hundred and forty five pounds. She knew his stats just the way he knew hers. He was small, but his body was a rock of corded muscle. 

Although born in Brazil, he had moved to San Diego after his father was offered a job there. His mother had walked out when he was ten, which crushed his father. Christian ended up on the streets after his dad died and was in danger of becoming a criminal for a very aggressive gang. He almost did when fate seemed to intervene and Marcus happened to cross his path. The first time Christian saw him was on the streets and he decided to rob him as initiation into the gang. When Marcus took him down and tore the gun from his hand he saw that the kid didn't stop struggling. After a brief ass whupping, he put him in a painful joint lock. When all was said and done Marcus gave him a choice and he made the right one.

He joined his gym and over time Marcus made him aware of his potential as he forced him to push himself to the brink each day. Over time he resumed his schooling with adult education classes and received his diploma. Marcus' influence caused him to work hard at everything he did, and as a result, he now had a good job with a local construction firm, he'd met a very nice girl that made him think straight, and in less than five months they were going to have a baby. He hoped to bring his baby into the world with him the bearer of a title to show for the life that he had turned around.

He and Anna had always been close, but it was brother sister close. He spoke Portuguese to her Spanish, and it was a funny time as they taught each other the similarities between the languages. But the common bond for them was the gym. She looked up to him and he didn't disappoint. His record thus far was eleven and zero with nine knockouts. She and he were like two peas in a pod and she instantly felt at ease as they went to the back to begin the warm ups.

Marcus watched them go to the back and pulled Nick aside. The two of them found a concession stand and he bought them each a bottled water and sighed as he spoke.

"Nick, I think Anna is going to go somewhere special soon," he said as he gulped down some water.

"How do you figure that?" Nick asked back eying his friend carefully. 

Marcus always had a good eye as far as fighters went so if he said it then it was likely the truth. 

He thought for a long moment and then spoke. "She is not fighting for herself, she is fighting to impress me, man. I think that she never got over what happened to her back then and she is using that as fuel to drive her," he explained not feeling the need to go into details.

"So she puts the bastard's faces on her opponents?" Nick asked incredulously.

"I believe so. She almost killed her last one. The girl was laid up for three weeks," he said while looking over at the ring.

"Jesus...I remember that. Didn't she break her sternum?" Nick tried to remember.

"Not just that but two of her lower ribs as well. I don't mind her being aggressive in the ring. In fact I like that. I think she is ready after this tourney to maybe go to the upper ranks." he said thoughtfully. He suddenly perked up. "I'll make you a deal, Nick. If she sweeps the tourney, you give her a shot against Mijah Loriani. If she doesn't than I'll train a fighter of yours for free for three months. Sound good?" he offered.

Nick smiled at that idea. Mijah was one of the better fighters at the one hundred twenty to one hundred thirty pound category. He knew that Anna was a good draw and maybe if he spun it right, she and Mijah could make a great main event. He thought about the other side, Marcus would train his best man for three months for free. Win win he thought so he looked to his friend and shook his hand.

"To sweeten the pot Marcus, if she wins all her fights with no decisions then I'll try and get them the under card main event," he countered.

"It's a deal. I'll get her ready then." Marcus said and walked off to the locker rooms.

Nick leaned against the counter of the stand as he sipped his water. He began to mentally calculate the logistics. He knew he could get a good ring for a decent booking. He wanted the Downtown Center, but the fight wouldn't be big enough. He then decided on the auditorium at the University. He had about nine other good fights he could list as well as three women's fights. His own prospect, Regina Taylor would be on the list. She wasn't going to be a main event fight as the opponent he had for her wasn't that great, but he knew that a main event with Anna and Mijah would make a substantial under card draw. Nick took out his cell and made a few calls.

Marcus went to the back and saw Christian had her doing a series of leg stretches. He was holding her leg so it would stay straight and then saw Marcus come in.

"Coach she is not going to be ready in the short time we have." Christian said in English. His accent was very thick, but Marcus had no trouble understanding him. Marcus had lived in Brazil for a while and spoke the language very well.

"What's wrong then? he asked in Portuguese. 

"She's starting her period today," he replied.

Marcus rolled his eyes. Anna looked away sheepishly without saying anything.

"Coach I'm sorry, my nerves or something...I got it early," she said after a long silence.

Marcus was aware of her cycle as he made her keep track of it so he could keep her healthy. He tried not to train her too hard during that time, but sometimes it was unavoidable. To lose days of training actually hurt a fighter over the long run. He nodded his head and went to the sports doctor. He told her of the problem and she laughed. She understood the issue and assured him that it was no problem at all.

"It's easy to handle, Marcus, I'll take care of it for you. Just give me a few minutes." She said politely and he nodded his approval.

He went back to the locker room to get her warmed up. She was eager to shine and after a bit the doctor came in. He and Christian left the room to talk for a while.

"So you ready for this buddy boy?" Marcus asked in Portuguese.

"The title fight? Yes sir, I am!" he responded with enthusiasm.

"Win or lose Christian I am very proud of you. I never got that opportunity. So make it count, son," he said in a fatherly tone.

Christian's eyes welled up as his mentor sounded so firm and serious and he knew that the words were coming from his heart. He held it in check and nodded his head in appreciation. Marcus looked into his dark eyes and studied his pupils for a while. The kid was strong and fit. His dark skin was gleaming in the lights of the hall. His shaved head was like a shiny dome. He knew he was ready for whatever came his way and was eager to shine. Marcus patted his arm turning as the door opened to the locker room. 

"OK. I got her wrapped up tight. The wrappings will make sure she doesn't have an accident while on the floor but after each fight I need to change them," the doctor said and Marcus nodded.

Anna was inside and very uncomfortable. The wrappings were literally between her legs making her feel like a baby wearing a diaper. She was sitting on a stool in her trunks when they came back in. She felt like crawling in a box and hiding, but it was too late in the day for that. Marcus looked at her and she seemed to sink even lower. Marcus laughed and she stuck her tongue out at him. He thought it was adorable.

"Listen, honey it's ok. Nature happens after all. Let's just hope we don't have to repeat this in the future," he said biting off a chuckle.

Anna sat back and groaned as she realized he was just picking on her. She bit off her snide remark and just walked to the restroom to change into her athletic bra. As she came out she saw that Christian had left, probably to go check on the weigh ins. Marcus was standing with his back to her reading something and with a mischievous grin, she eased up quietly behind him. Sensing that she was behind him, he shocked her by spinning and snatching her up and setting her on the ground. His fingers found her sides and he began to tickle her relentlessly.

"Trying to sneak up on people, huh?" he said loudly as he tickled her sides.

Anna screamed in laughter as he did and tried to pull herself away. He was a black belt in three forms of Judo and Jiu Jitsu so she was not getting away so easily.

"I GIVE!" she squealed loudly and he relented but by that time she was on the floor recovering from her fit of laughter.

Anna laid there for a moment, laughing and giggling as he stood over her triumphantly. She was wheezing and giggling as he helped her to her feet. Her laughter was contagious and he found himself chuckling as he pulled her to him and hugged her. She leaned into the hug and sighed happily as his arms held her close. Anna was simply enjoying the moment when she looked up realizing just how close his face was to hers. Her eyes locked onto his and slowly her head began to move forward. 

Marcus felt her shift and when she looked up to him he saw her shining eyes. He was almost lost in them when he realized that his head was moving towards hers and there was not anything he could do to stop it. She felt the soft brush of his nose and they pulled back slightly before leaning in again. Their lips gently met as their eyes closed. Marcus couldn't believe what he was doing when he began to gently kiss her. It went on for what seemed like an eternity. Slowly, their mouths opened in perfect unison and her tongue gingerly slipped into his mouth, brushing against his tongue. They stopped after a short moment and pulling back, looked at each other breathlessly.

Anna's face was awash in a look of longing and as they regarded each other with dazed eyes, neither noticed that Christian was standing behind her and looking at both of them in shock! Marcus' eyes widened when he finally saw the younger man standing there with his mouth hanging open. Christian couldn't believe that his coach and the girl that he'd thought of as his little sister were holding each other and what's more, he'd just seen them French kiss! He shook his head and closed his eyes. He opened them hoping he was just seeing things, but when he did he saw that they were still in each other's arms.

"Coach...I...shit...Anna, you...?" he stammered in Portuguese, unable to wrap his mind around it. Coach was almost forty two and she was a few months short of twenty. Not that he had a problem with the age difference but the look of happiness they wore just stunned him. 

Anna's head snapped around.

"Umm...they are ready for you Anna." he said at length.

Anna felt her face flush a deep almost purple color as she heard his voice behind her. She was finally in the arms of the man that she had so desperately wanted and then her big brother has to barge in on them right in the middle of a soul searching kiss! She wanted to punch him and lock the door, but she knew that she had things that had to be done that were more important than killing him. She pulled away and gathered her composure. She quickly pulled on her gym tee and then looked at Marcus, trying to hide the longing in her gaze before she walked out of the room.

Marcus was too torn to say anything after what he had just done. He knew that he had just crossed the line. And from here on out, there would be no looking back. He only hoped he had made the right decision. He also hoped that he could control himself in the future better than he had just done. He grabbed up his satchel and pulled out the necessary paperwork for registration and as he walked down the hall he kept his gaze averted from Christian. He had nothing that he could say to ease the young man's mind. He knew he was caught and hoped to keep it from becoming the front page news at the gym. He finally looked at Christian who only nodded his head. He could sense in that motion that he was going to be quiet about it. He gave him a strained smile as they walked to the weigh in stand.

Anna weighed in at a shapely one hundred twenty two pounds. She was miffed that she had gained a pound, but Marcus reassured her it was muscle. The judges gave her her fight information and she went back to the locker room. Marcus talked to her about the upcoming fight the entire way before he noticed that she was shaking pretty hard.

"Relax Anna. You've done this before you know," he said in a joking manner, trying to soothe her.

"I know coach, but it doesn't make it any easier," she said, dropping into a long leg stretch.

He chuckled as he remembered being nervous for about the first ten or so fights, but after that it all became routine to him. He hoped she would relax soon as she had to fight three times to make the finals. He knew she had a decent chance if she kept her head in the game and if the other women were unable to handle the little ball of fury that was Annabelle. He sniggered a bit as he thought about when she had first started training with him. He remembered back to when she used to fall whenever she tried to kick the heavy bag. He couldn't stop thoughts of her early days in the gym and he began to laugh loudly. She looked up at him seeing the mirth in his eyes and got a curious expression on her face.




Fighter Ch. 02



"What?" 

"I was just thinking of you when you first started out with us," he replied with a grin still on his face.

"Oh coach!" she exclaimed like she had when he would make her tackle the difficult tasks back in the day.

They both broke out into laughter at that and it helped resettle Anna's nerves. She rolled on the ground doing her leg stretches. Marcus came over to push one of her legs back for her. He noticed that the strength in her legs was improving as he pushed down and she didn't as much as whimper when the top of her thighs met her chest. She had always been able to do the splits and her flexibility was now becoming more apparent.

"You could have been on the Rockettes, you know that?" he joked and she only smiled at that.

He let go and she straightened. They repeated the process with the other leg and she pulled her knees to her chest. The popping sounds and the tingling resulted in much of the stress being released. She rolled backwards hearing her lower back crack in a satisfying way. She rolled back a bit to her shoulders and kicked to her feet. Marcus had shown her how to do that early on and it took a bit for her to get it, but she did and was very graceful as she sprung from her back to her feet like a cat. She snapped her head back and the braids on the side of her head flowed behind her and down her back. The sight of it made him shift uncomfortably.

They both looked up and saw the clock. One hour till show time, so she went for her shower. He readied the tape and when she came out she was in her trunks and athletic bra. She had tied her two thick braids behind her head. Figuring she would be grappling she decided against having something that her opponent could grip onto. Marcus looked at her and she looked very feral, almost like a warrior of old. He smiled at that as she bounced up onto the table.

As he approached she shocked him when she suddenly wrapped her legs around his body and pulled him to her. His eyes fluttered and when he was close she wrapped her arms around him as well, hugging him close. He rubbed her back and then pulled back so he could begin. He wrapped each ankle and fist tight. He knew she was on a timer now. One hour and the circulation would start to cut off. He was thankful she only had at most forty five in it. He would wrap her just before each fight so he wasn't concerned for her well being in that regard. He put the gloves on her hands and had her bounce from foot to foot to test the wraps. She shook her head and did a jab drill going in a full circuit. She bounced high into the air to make sure she could move her ankles properly in the wraps. He put on a pair of punching pads and did a few simple reflex drills with her. She was ready. He opened the door and Christian came in. He rubbed her back and neck with the ointment. She tilted forward so he could get her lower back while Marcus spoke to her of strategy and as he did he finally saw her mind focusing on the upcoming battle. She was in her zone but he knew her subconscious would pick up his words.

The official didn't have to usher them out as she nearly ran out of the locker room towards the ring. When she entered the floor, she saw the ring and noted that it was different than normal. She had seen the Octagon in many fight videos, but it looked smaller. The tall fenced in area with six sides was imposing and she knew this was it. She saw her opponent already in the ring and shook her head to get into the groove. She went through the pre-fight instructions with the referee outside of the ring and heard Marcus give her last instructions after wards. But her mind was focused on one thing: her opponent. She heard the bell ring and it was show time!

Her opponent was a stand up fighter she quickly realized so they traded jabs and low kicks for a minute or so. Each felt the range of the other and it was Anna that made the first mistake. She kicked low and the woman bounced into it and threw a punch that caught her in the face. Anna hopped back as the woman pressed her advantage. She threw a series of punches at Anna who did as coach had taught her and grabbed her body then fell backwards taking her opponent with her. When they hit the floor Anna was the first to react. She spun to her belly and got the woman's back. She heard her coach and Christian yelling at her to do the snake. She pounced on the woman's back and before she could register what she had done, her training took over. Anna got her left arm under the woman's chin and cinched her right arm behind the back of her head. She wrapped her legs tight around the woman's body and fell backwards. The added torque of the move got her arm deeper under the woman's neck and in a few seconds the referee was breaking them up as the woman tapped out rapidly.

She let go of the woman who slammed her fists into the ground, embarrassed that she had been caught, but there was no denying it as the nearly four thousand in attendance cheered their approval of the fight. Anna had just won her third fight in a row and was stoked as Marcus came rushing into the ring. She ran to him hugging him happily. Christian snatched her up after she let go of coach and he hugged her as well. She was so happy that she ran to the side of the ring and jumped to the lip. She pulled herself up, threw a leg over it and raised her hands to the crowd. They actually cheered louder as she did that. Marcus knew the roar of the crowd could energize a fighter. He just hoped she didn't showboat too much as she had a few fights left. She dropped down from the cage and was led to the center of the ring where she was announced winner of the fight. She went back to the locker room followed by the cheers of the fans—her fans, and she began to tingle inside.

The long hour between the fights was spent in readying herself with coach and the doctor. She had both sets of wraps changed. As she sat back against the locker room wall, shaking she saw Marcus sitting calmly reading a newspaper.

"Coach, how can you be so calm?" she asked him.

Marcus picked up the bottle of water, sipped it then looked to her. He set his paper on his lap and smiled as he spoke, "Fear profits a man nothing. If you want to succeed than you don't obsess on the moment ahead of you, but focus on the moment in front of you. The great ones always had a way of dealing with nerves. Some drank, others prayed, a few even had sex before the fight. But the best ones simply waited their turn and got over it as it came to them."

Anna sat back and thought of his words. She actually thought of what he said and the nervousness began to slowly abate. In her mind the last option was the best, but the one before it appealed to her urges better. She looked at him and wondered what it would be like to be in his arms as they made love. She truly wanted to know the answer to that and her arousal became a bit apparent as she began to breathe shallowly. She looked at him and he had resumed reading his paper. She suddenly got a bold idea in her mind and came to her feet. She calmly walked right up to him and slapped the paper from his hand. He looked up at her with narrowed eyes and was shocked when she straddled his legs. Before he could protest she locked her mouth on his and passionately kissed him.

Marcus' eyes widened as his hands went out wide. She threw her arms around his neck and her tongue slashed across his and into his mouth as she kissed him with the adrenaline of fight just won and the pent up frustrations of five years of wanting. The kiss continued on and on as Marcus' hands slowly went to her back. She moaned happily in his mouth as they did. She slowly broke off and his eyes opened to see that hers were still closed. She slowly opened her doe-like brown eyes and looked into his with such longing. She still had her arms around his neck and his eyes bore into hers. She saw confusion, which was fine, because she also saw satisfaction. She leaned in and pecked his lips one more time then got up. She smiled down at him and touched his face. As she sauntered off she dragged her fingertips lightly along the stubble on his jaw and smiled happily. She went to the bathroom and he was left to wonder what was happening to him.

Marcus was now more than a little aroused. She had done an unconscious grind against him and he had felt the blasting heat that had generated from between her legs. His erection was very solid and he knew he needed to handle it before she returned or it would be very uncomfortable to say the least. He went to stand up but he heard her coming out of the bathroom so he sat back down and crossed his leg. Anna padded up to him and smiled impishly as she walked right up to him kissed his lips then hopped up on the training table. The way she had grazed her lips across his was very teasing. Marcus looked back and she was sitting innocently on the table, kicking her feet playfully as she waited for him to wrap her up.

Marcus began the job of getting her wrapped up tight again. She winced as he got it in deep and she then whipped her head from side to side, causing her neck to crack several times. Marcus noticed she had a shiner forming under her eye. He touched it and she winced a bit. He stood up and went to the trainer's cabinet. After searching around he pulled out some ointment and lightly dabbed it into her cheek. It wouldn't stop the bruise, but it would stem it from swelling further. After he did the best he could for her he looked up to see the official was already there and they went to the ring. Christian was already there waiting and she saw her next opponent. The woman was bigger than her by a few inches and looked to be ten pounds heavier than her. The thing that unsettled Anna the most was her long arms. At five three, Anna was only able to reach out about three quarters of the way to her. The woman easily had six inches of reach on her.

"Anna, stay inside of her and keep the fight on the ground. Hold your chin down or this will not end well. You got this baby girl! YOU GOT THIS!" Marcus growled to her and she nodded her head.

The gate closed and the announcer left. The referee stepped to the middle and started the fight. Anna rushed her opponent and got inside of her fast. She slammed her opponent's back into the cage and did a double arm bridge that took her down. They grappled on the ground for a long while until the ref broke them up and had them reset. The woman expended a lot of energy trying to hold Anna off her during the ground exchange, but Anna used her leverage to keep her own body going. As they traded a few jabs Anna ducked one shot in and got both of her legs. Using a basic technique, she turned and lifted, taking the woman down in a double leg take down. She scrambled on top of the woman, but she got her legs around Anna and got her in a tight half guard. They each tried to gain footing over the other, but it was moot and the bell rang on a quiet round.

Anna made it to her corner as Christian and Marcus came in. They wiped her face as Marcus barked instructions to her. He was pleased she scored two very impressive take downs and had held the dominant position throughout the round. He told her to keep at her legs and try to keep the stand up to a minimum as that was the woman's strong suit. She nodded her head and spit out the small gulp of water that she'd taken to wet her mouth. She then gulped down two small swallows as Coach checked her bruise. It was there, but not threatening her eyes. He wiped it down of the sweat so he could apply a fresh coat of ointment. Finally, Marcus had her bite down on her mouth guard as he and Christian climbed out of the ring. 

The second round began and her opponent took the initiative. The woman lunged in and almost scored a knee to Anna who barely managed to get out of the way. The woman spun around with a wild high kick that Anna got under. Using a move she had seen in an old fight video she grabbed one leg from under the woman who was immediately thrown off balance. Anna lifted the woman off the ground and inverted her. As she did she got air under her and slammed the woman on her shoulder into the ground. She felt the impact in her shoulder and the woman suddenly went limp as the side of her head hit the mat hard, jarring her into unconsciousness. The crowd saw the move and let out a collective "OHHH!" as she hit the mat. The ref saw it and rushed into break it up. He checked the woman over and she was alright, just severely dazed. The fight was over and Anna was the winner by stoppage. The crowd began to hoot and holler their approval of that awesome slam. As Anna got to her corner a chant began in the crowd.

"ANNABELLE ANNABELLE!" The crowd chanted her name loudly as they were madly impressed by the way this fight, as well as the previous one had ended. Marcus came into the ring smiling proudly. She jumped into his arms and squealed thinking, 'I did it again!' This time the crowd let out an even louder roar as she hopped down and jumped to the top of the cage again. The crowd showed their reaction when she screamed loudly almost primordially to them.

When the announcer declared her the winner the crowd let out a collective roar and started to chant her name again. She went back to the locker room with a huge smile on her face. As she got there Christian slapped her back. She hugged him tight and laughed loudly.

"Did you hear that coach?! Omigod, they were chanting my name!" she yelled in excitement. 

"Was there any doubt they wouldn't, honey?" he asked her as she crushed him with a tight bear hug.

"But coach they chanted for me!" she exclaimed in disbelief.

Marcus knew that this moment in her life was probably the greatest feeling she had ever known. He was very proud that she'd held her own in the ring, then won a match in such dramatic fashion. He thought of the fight ending up on YouTube, and the thought of that happening was actually very appealing. He decided to go out to the guy that was filming it as the doctor came in to check on the wrappings. After talking with the camera guy he got a clip of the slam. Marcus and the camera guy took it to a computer and uploaded the footage. He selected a song to play in the back ground that he knew she loved. The sounds of 'Going Under' by Evanescence played as the two engaged. It got to the hard intro as the girl's punch missed and Anna picked her up. The hard thriving music was actually perfectly timed for when Anna drove her into the ground with the devastating slam. The cameraman repeated the slam then played it in slow motion plus a few seconds of her running to the cage. After Marcus was satisfied with the results, the two of them uploaded it to YouTube. It was approved quickly and he smiled as he went back to the locker room.

Anna and Christian were doing post fight cool downs as he walked up with a smile on his face. He pulled out his I-Pad from his satchel and sat down like he was doing nothing, but he pulled up his YouTube clips.

"Anna come here. You gotta see this," he said smiling.

She walked over and looked as he turned it outwards for them to see. When he did Anna's eyes grew wide. She saw the slam and gasped. Christian laughed as he too watched the slam.

"Damn! You almost broke her neck Anna!" he said laughing loudly.

She laughed as she watched the slow motion. As the video ended she heard the crowd chanting her name as the song played off slowly. She looked at Marcus, her eyes showing confusion.

"Who uploaded this coach?" she asked.

"I dunno, but man they did a good job of it. Anyways one more fight today then if you win it's off to the finals. I just found out they are going to have two more fights tomorrow for the winner. If you win tonight you get to face off against two of the other tourneys winners. If you win that you go from five to possible seven wins," he said.

"But coach I thought it was only three fights then done?" she asked confused.

"That's what they said at first, but more girls showed up than they anticipated. The crowd here was a sellout so they decided to give all of them a shot. You do notice that the fights are going fast, yes?" he said and she nodded, "The reason being is they have a second gym filled like this one and they are making a tourney in there as well. The winners there will come here for two more fights. Kind of like a semi-final then a final. So you'll fight a winner of that tourney then the winner of the next pairing," he finished.

She was nodding her head, instantly liking the idea of increasing her record. She cracked her neck and went to get ready for her last fight. Christian left to get some drinks for them. As he did she walked up to Marcus and hugged him from behind. He looked back at her and she simply cuddled her head into the space between his shoulders. He got an idea to motivate her and he decided to play the trump card.

"Anna, if you win this whole thing I'll take you to the big mall and you get a shopping trip on me. What do you say?" he offered.

"You mean it?" she asked incredulously.

"Yup, any store you want and no limit on what you want, well to the tune of six grand." he said laughing.

"Oh coach no! You don't have to do that." she said when she heard the amount.

"Oh yes I do. Call it an incentive. You win we go shopping for you. You lose you get to run ten miles with the pack on for the next six weeks." he said with finality.

She nodded her head squeezing him tight to seal the deal. She went to the bathroom to wash her face. When she came out Marcus looked at the bruise. It had stopped swelling and he rubbed more ointment into it. He saw the time was near so he wrapped her hands and feet one last time. He snugged them up tight, causing her to wince a bit. He was reading the screen in the room and noticed her upcoming opponent was just now getting tied off. He saw that her fight had gone the distance. He knew she was likely to be worn out. Marcus grinned as an idea came to his mind.

"Anna honey, listen up. Your opponent has had two fights go the distance. She is going to try and turtle you. I want you to go after her. Stay on your feet and make her come at you. Don't go to the ground if you can help it. If you do, try and get her on the ground and you take a dominant posture. Above all be relentless in this one. She is likely to be sucking wind hard after her last two fights so keep her off balance and go into her hard," he ordered and she nodded her agreement.

She was lost in the moment as she heard the crowd chanting her name in her head. The smile that crossed her face was not a pleasant one. She wanted to make them remember her. Her mind formulated the fight in a thousand variants as she went deep into her own self and felt the energy inside of her begin to build. She was ready. She wanted to win this one. She was eager to go on to tomorrow and participate in the final tournaments, but for now one thing stood between her and that. She looked at Marcus who grabbed her head and pulled her forehead to his. They shared an intense look for a minute. She jumped down from the table and began to bounce from foot to foot. She was ready to go and make it happen. She was more than eager as she settled down and got to the entrance of the arena. She heard the crowd buzzing and when she emerged, they erupted into loud cheers for her. She walked down to the ring but kept her head low and focused on the cage. She saw her opponent already in there. Anna saw she was a tall blonde who looked tired and was already breathing hard. She kept her own breathing shallow and without emotion. She paced the ring sideways hoping from foot to foot to gauge the ring distance. She then got to her corner and waited for the pre-fight to commence. She was announced first and the crowd erupted into their chant of her name. She raised both hands to the sky as she danced from foot to foot. Her opponent was also announced to loud cheers.




Fighter Ch. 02



She went forward to the center of the ring with her opponent doing the same. The referee gave his last instructions and the women touched gloves. They separated to go back to their corners. The girl turned to go back, but Anna walked backwards never once taking her eyes off her opponent. She tilted her head and opened her mouth as Marcus put the mouth piece in, speaking to her but she didn't hear it. After two breaths the bell rang and they went at each other.

Anna's opponent actually stunned them as she rushed in with a flurry of punches and kicks. Anna went into defense mode absorbing all the kicks with her legs and blocked and ducked the punches. She then launched a counter, but the girl's defenses were solid. There was a reason she had won two fights by decision, she had an impenetrable wall of defense in front of her. The two kicked and punched each other, but neither got any leverage. Surprisingly, the woman made it through the first round without too much damage. Anna had been caught by two hits, but nothing major. As they went back to their corners Anna was suddenly sore in her left arm. She had blocked a kick and the bruise on her forearm showed loudly. Marcus looked at it and knew it might be serious, but he slathered on some ointment and looked to her. She was still focused and breathing well. He barked instructions to her to get to her left side. Anna heard it but didn't understand and just nodded her head. It was apparent the woman had a solid guard so they decided to go around it. The bell rang and they joined back into battle.

Anna waited and drew the woman into a corner. As she went to leave Anna locked her arms up and shoved her hard. The two slammed into the cage as they began to grapple with each other for control. The girl tilted to the side trying to overbalance Anna, but Anna was ready for it. Coach had drilled her like this many times. She was no stranger to being off balance as Marcus and Coach Riley did that to her constantly. They had also taught her how to break a defense by keeping upright and slipping her hands out of the hold. The girl did just what she was taught to expect and when she saw the opportunity she struck! The woman leaned back and Anna got her right hand loose. Balling her fist Anna shot it out and struck the woman in the face. The impact of the first then second punch rattled her. She tried to move down, but Anna relentlessly struck hard again and again. The five solid punches connected with her face staggered her. Anna pushed on her arm and got her left arm free. She then began to alternate with lefts and rights like a blur. The crowd got to their feet and howled in a blood frenzy. They cheered wildly as Anna rained down punch after punch. The woman was able to get her hands up, but several snuck past her guard and hit her face and neck. She was desperate as she slumped to the ground to get Anna's legs and take her down, and she did! Anna sprawled out but then got her head in a front guillotine and leaned downward. Anna felt it sink in then she twisted to her side and rolled the choke in deep, causing the woman to try to roll back, but instead she over-corrected. It was a fatal mistake as Anna cinched the hold in then cranked back hard. The woman tapped the mat frantically as her face became a fierce crimson as the blood rushed to it.

The crowd was howling and chanting wildly as the bell rang and Anna was pulled off her opponent by the referee. She screamed as she threw her hands up to the sky and rushed the cage. She bounded to the top of it screaming a primal yell of victory. The crowd was madly chanting her name as they saw yet another spectacular finish from the feisty little one. Marcus rushed the ring and she hopped down into his arms. She was in tears. She had won and was going to the next day's finals! He hugged her tight and spoke into her ear of his pride in her. She smiled through the tears as he put on her tee shirt then put a hat with the Gym's logo on her head. She laughed and hugged Christian tight as he complimented her on her victory. She sobbed into her big brother's arms happily. They both competed for coach's attention, but each realized he cared deeply for them both. 

The announcement of her victory brought the thunder of four thousand cheering fans to her ears and she was suddenly in tears. She waved to the crowd and was let down so that she could take a few pictures for the blog. Afterwards, she was led to the locker room were Marcus cut the tape then checked her hands and feet. After a few minutes she was met by the doctor who gave her a full work over. The bruises on her arms were minor. The one on her forearm was a simple one to fix. She was given her tampons to use for the remainder of the evening and as she washed in the shower she felt great. She was two wins away from the cup and the shopping trip. She excitedly finished up and left the showers, but she saw that the locker room was empty. She changed into her bra and panties then got into her new pink and red tee shirt with her logo on it. She put on the hat and her yoga pants. She slipped the flip flops on her feet and smiled at her reflection. She pulled her hair through the gap in the adjuster of the hat thinking it made her look cute. Then she walked out of the locker room and saw Marcus sitting with his promoter friend Nick.

"Well now, there she is." Nick said smiling at her. His eyes scanned her form and Anna noted that he seemed to appreciate what he saw. She blushed a bit from the attention she was getting. She was always happy to be complimented by people for her skills, but something in how he greeted her made her a bit uncomfortable.

"Great fight honey. You really took it to them didn't you?" he continued.

She sheepishly nodded her head and looked up to Marcus. He saw she was uncomfortable so he interjected himself into the exchange.

"So, Nick as you can see, she is ready for Mijah. If she wins out tomorrow, it's just proof that the amateur fights are no challenge for her." Marcus said proudly. 

His smile showed Anna how he felt and the honesty of it caused her to offer him that pretty smile that he liked so much. Anna wanted nothing more than for Nick to leave so she could hug him and feel the warmth of his smile while in his arms, but obviously, that would have to wait.

"Well a deals a deal Marcus. She won each of them, and in dramatic fashion; back to back to back. I couldn't believe my ears when I heard the whole crowd chanting her name." He let his eyes rest on the young lady even as he continued to address Marcus. "Just phenomenal, honey. In six months I'll have the fight ready and the payoff will be substantial." Nick said and his mouth actually watered at the thought of his share of the pot.

Marcus decided to make sure Nick was in his pocket so he smugly smiled and said, "Tell you what Nick. Go ahead and send me your prospect and I'll still work on him. I will only charge half rates."

Nick nodded his head. Half of the normal fees of nearly seven hundred a week for ring training was a very good offer. He stuck his hand out and Marcus shook it. The die was cast, now Anna was going to be up for the most brutal training of her life. Marcus waited for Nick to leave and he looked at her while still leaning against the wall. He held out his arms to her and she rushed into them. He hugged her tight and she sighed into his body.

"Two more fights Anna. The next opponent you have is a girl I'm actually worried about," he began and she looked up at him. "She is fast. Her punches are dangerous and she has a good ground and pound style. We need to figure out how not to get you into that trap."

She bobbed her head. A stand up fighter fighting against a person who could get to the ground and take a person out in short order was always a mismatch. Anna had a good ground game, but she was definitely a stand up fighter. The trick was to get her in a bad position early on to take away her strength on the ground. As she pondered her upcoming fight she felt Marcus ease up off the wall. They broke the hug as he put his arm over her shoulder. He held her that way as they walked to the parking lot. 

On the drive back to the hotel he played some easier rock and jazz to help her relax. She bobbed her head to one of his favorite bands as the song played, and as they entered the hotel she still had the lyrics in her head. 

Marcus heard her singing and he thought that it was the perfect 'make-up' song by a band called Rev Theory called "The Fire". They had created a truly amazing song and he thought about the main lyrics;

"...is the fire still alive?" 

And it made him think of the kiss that Anna had dropped on him earlier. They didn't say much as they walked into the room. Anna flopped on the bed and stretched out as far as her arms and legs would go. She giggled as she then realized her head was off the bed and she was stuck. Marcus walked up and took her flailing hand and hoisted her up. She looked so cute when she was helpless like that. She got up laughing a bit then went to the bathroom.

Marcus saw a bundle on the table and opened it. Inside were three discs. They were labeled with the names of the most likely opponents that Anna would have to go up against. He popped the dvd of the fighter she would face tomorrow into the DVD player and waited for her to come out of the bathroom. When she came out, she gave Marcus a confused look.

"Umm coach. I think I was having a miss signal," her voice was filled with confusion.

"What?" he asked her.

"My period, I thought it was starting today because I was feeling so cramped up. But when I checked there was nothing. I lost it." she said.

He knew of the condition she spoke of. It was common among women athletes to lose their period due to rapid weight loss and higher levels of hormones. He called the sports doctor and in an hour she was confirming that Anna did in fact lose it. He was relieved, but she was more as she wouldn't have to be wrapped tight again. After she left Anna went to take a shower. Marcus sat back and opened his mail. He saw several Emails from the guys at the gym wishing Anna luck. He also found another Email that caused his head to crook. It was from his first wife Nadine. He opened it and she told him she found his name in the papers and wondered if it was the man she knew. He sent a reply, after a bit an IM popped up. It was indeed Nadine. They chatted happily for a few minutes. He found out she had remarried after their marriage was annulled. She told him she did look for him for two years after, but he had gone to Thailand for training and that's the last she'd heard until now.

They spent a good time talking, and even decided to meet up to say hi face to face. They broke off the chat after about ten minutes and Marcus was smiling. He had missed Nadine. He remembered how they'd met at a frat party and he'd gotten the seven minutes of heaven with her. She was so scared and timid when they were locked in the closet, but a spark was lit between them as their lips met. He sat back in his chair and wondered just how well she was doing. He knew she was in pre-med back then, so her time was valuable. The fact that she had eloped with him was testament to how much they'd loved each other. He shook the thoughts from his mind. The past was the past. He still remembered the words her father had for him, none of them were anything less than insulting. Marcus was raised as a very tolerant person. He'd traveled all over the globe and marveled at the diversity of the people of the world. He spoke five languages and had even had relationships with women of many races. The fact that her dad was such a bigot really pained him.

He went back to his mail when he heard the door open and saw Anna walk out in her night shirt. She looked so cute in it. It was a simple red long shirt with the Angry Birds on it. He shook his head and pressed play on the remote. The fight videos of the upcoming opponent came to the screen and Anna watched it intently. She knew the woman she was facing was going to be a monster, but as she saw the woman in action she became truly terrified. The woman won all three of her fights in less than twelve minutes. She was amazing as she spun and twisted on the floor after a simple take down. She watched as the woman got mount up position on her opponent then thundered down blow after blow on her causing the referee stop the fight quick. She scored a nice arm bar submission on her second fight. In her third fight she got into a clinch. As she dropped she brought the girls neck into a vice and choked her out in less than thirty seconds. Anna was amazed as she watched them over and over. The woman was a phenom. She only hoped she could hold her own against her. Anna watched the full video of the woman's first fight and became aware that she was in over her head as she brought a very nice slam and tuck on her opponent.

Marcus caught the fights out of the corner of his eye as he scanned his email and saw that the girl was amazing. But he also saw that her defense was sloppy. He knew that it was her thing to get in and take away the offensive so she didn't need to be on the defense. His mind formulated a good strategy as he saw that she actually played into Anna's strength. He knew Anna was an instinctive fighter. The way she showed that was evident in her slam win over her second opponent. She was very in tune with her body and surroundings. With that thought he got a simple plan in mind. Marcus decided to call it a night for Anna's sake. He waited till the last of the video played then turned it off.

"Get some sleep, honey. We got a long day tomorrow. The fights will be at one and two. The main event will be at seven. So we need to make sure you are good," he said as he patted her arm. 

Anna lay back on the bed and curled into a ball. She was ready for tomorrow. Her body did hurt a bit, but it was nothing she wasn't used too after an average day in the gym. She rolled to her back letting out a sigh to the ceiling. In her mind, it was now or never. She didn't care about the shopping trip, she wanted to win, to validate herself as a real fighter. She knew she was a woman, but she wanted to be taken seriously and not like a side show. She remembered the chanting and her smile grew wide. 

Marcus was in the bathroom brushing his teeth as he went over the fights in his mind. He knew the upcoming opponent was likely going to be problematic, but he had a plan. He remembered his fight against a similar opponent ten years ago. He beat the man with one shot and it was a memorable encounter. He used a superman punch to get right past his defenses. The man was stunned as the punch hit his face knocking him to the floor. It was in that moment Marcus dropped onto him and pummeled him. He knew Anna could use a similar tactic to her advantage. The superman punch was a useful tool every fighter should learn.

He spit out the toothpaste and gargled some water. Thinking of the events that led up to this caused him to wish that he was a younger man so he could get back in the ring. He longed to try one more time for a run to the title. He knew he had the skills. He had the training, but he just didn't have the "It" factor that all promoters wanted their champs to have. The anger swelled in him as he looked into the mirror to see his angry reflection. He knew it wasn't fair to Anna for him to act like that so he dismissed the thoughts from his mind as he grabbed his towel. He was drying his face when he thought not of his depression, but the way she had straddled his hips and kissed him. He had kissed her before and it had felt great, but that one... that one had rocked him to his core. He looked down at the tent in his boxers. The sight of it made him realize it was going to be an uncomfortable night. He pondered sleeping in the tub to avoid temptation, but he also knew Anna would get upset if he avoided her like that. He sighed as he walked out of the bathroom turning out the lights to the room as he did. He walked silently to the bed, raised the covers and slipped in. 

Anna felt his presence behind her and a tingle flushed down her spine like a velvet glove. She shuddered at the thought of him right next to her. She wanted to turn around and hold him again, but wasn't sure if she should. And then she had an epiphany as she recalled the one thing that he had always drilled into her; "seize the moment." He had told her that many times in training. He had even said that to her in that cryptic speech he'd given her before the fights. She looked to the sky and prayed she wasn't going to make a fool of herself and rolled over. What she forgot was the bed was almost as small as her own back at the gym and her arms flopped onto Marcus' chest.

Marcus felt her hands on his chest and held his breath. He knew this was a likely avenue after the moments they'd had. He was scared, scared he was going to make a huge mistake, terrified that she just wanted the experience of being with an older man and then leave him for someone young. But most of all he was terrified of opening up again. Two failures in his life had caused him to become guarded. Yet this feisty young woman had touched him deeply. He couldn't see the little girl that he had saved those years ago, he saw the woman in his bed rolling into him. 

Anna felt his breath catch as her hands moved to his chest and the cording of his muscles as his body tensed reflexively. Gently, she ran her hands over his hard muscles causing a low sigh to escape his lips. He tensed even more when he felt her hands trailing over the hard lines of his chest, causing her to shake with this new freedom to explore him. Anna's eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room, yet the light of the city seeped through the slats of the blinds allowing him to become semi visible. Her hands slowly trailed upwards to his neck.

He looked deeply at Anna. The way her body shook as she touched him was sweet. Her eyes showed her innocence to him. His hands gingerly went up and cradled Anna's smooth face. Her eyes closed as his touch caused a low whimper to come from her throat. She tilted her face into his hands, savoring his touch, the thing she had longed for so badly. Her own hands mirrored his as she felt the stubble of his unshaven face against the palm of her hand. She allowed her fingers to trail down to his neck and she relished the hard muscles that he had even there. She felt him move his head towards hers and she did the same and when their noses met they gently rubbed them together. Her eyes closed tight and she boldly ventured further onwards. Their lips met and she sighed softly as her tongue sought his.

Marcus couldn't believe that her tongue had gone immediately to his, but he accepted it. They kissed softly at first, but that wasn't what she wanted. Anna's moans fell from her lips as her hand moved to his shoulders, pulling him closer to her. It was such a small space and soon Marcus was partially covering her causing her to moan loudly into his mouth as the kiss became even more passionate. Her arms locked behind his neck securing him where she desperately wanted him. Anna had fantasized so many times about this moment. Her little white panties began to get wet as her biggest fantasy was upon her, but this time it was the real thing and not her imagination.

Marcus couldn't believe how hard he was. His mind was split in so many directions. His rational side was enjoying the moment, yet his cautious side screamed at him to stop. His libido was in overdrive being in the arms of a sensuous young woman that desperately desired him. In the end he threw caution to the wind as his left hand slid down her side. She moaned throatily as his hand rubbed along the side of her breast causing her to shudder. His hand trailed further down, slowly, almost teasingly, until he felt the soft skin at the edge of her shirt. He gently lifted it up her body. 




Fighter Ch. 03



I have to apologize for the length in between the chapters. I was halfway done when I hit the proverbial "Wall goin' 90." It took me some time, but i got back into it and got the story hammered out. Thank you Pepper for being amazing as always and thank you the people reading this for being patient. There is more to come from this so remember patience is normally rewarded and I thank you for yours. Read, enjoy, tell a friend, and above all have fun with this! Enjoy the show kids!





Anna's eyes slowly opened. She felt pain between her legs, but more than that she felt invigorated. Never once had her fingers done what Marcus had done to her body. Never once did her fantasies come even close to what they had done. She slowly lifted her head off his chest and looked at his sleeping face, her eyes fluttered as she felt a tingling in her belly. The after effect of the love they had made shot through her and she had a small orgasm as she sat up straight, his cock still buried in her. She opened her eyes after it settled and saw that he was awake. 

Marcus felt the spasming on his member which snapped him awake. His eyes opened to see Anna sitting fully on him with his morning erection buried deep inside her. He felt her inner walls clenching him softly in indication of her recent orgasm. Her beautiful brown eyes opened, slightly hooded by sleep and passion. She gazed down on him, her smile lit up the room as she began to slowly rock back and forth.

"Morning coach," she said happily as she began to pick up the rhythm in her hips.

Marcus tried to reply but she silenced him as she fell flush along his length, allowing her lips to meet his as she kissed him furiously. Her hips did not stop their frantic bucking as they kissed and Marcus again felt himself being engulfed by her wants and desires. He wasn't complaining, though, as last night had made him feel better than he had felt in years. He flipped Anna to her back and continued to slide in and out of her. Anna moaned as she felt him slip in deep and slide out in slow strong motions. Her eyes clenched shut as he located a spot inside of her that made her whimper as he repeatedly hit it. Now that Marcus had found the spot he used it to his benefit.

He entwined his fingers in hers and raised her hands over her head as he continued while her moans and whimpers became more desperate. He continued his pumping until she was crying out as another orgasm ripped through her. He let her ride it out then he slowly leaned down and kissed her lips softly. She whimpered into his mouth while her legs wrapped around his back softly. She didn't want him to go anywhere but where he already was and she let him know it by the bucking of her hips as she met his thrusts. Marcus felt the velvety softness of her snug hole and he continued to pump his hips faster and faster. Anna cried out under him and he realized he'd found her core. 

"Harder coach!" she begged him as he thrust deeper into her while she angled her hips for him.

Marcus gave in to her whimpers and began to go harder. Anna felt so alive when he did. He was hitting all the right spots inside of her and it felt so damn good she couldn't do more than to whimper and softly beg for more. She felt his impending melt down and locked her legs tightly around him as he surged deeper and deeper into her. She felt the top of her head hitting the head board as his thrusts began to move her upwards. Her smile became nearly feral and lust-filled as she reached up and roughly nipped his neck. He groaned loudly and began to slam his hips against hers.

Marcus knew he wouldn't last much longer, but it felt so good that he didn't care. He knew what he wanted and his heart wanted Anna. He kept his fingers locked in hers while she gripped his tightly as another orgasm built up in her like a tidal wave. It crashed into her and with one last buck her hips went flush against his body. She threw her head back as a long throaty moan escaped her lips and she exploded into tremors. Her stomach spasmed violently while he continued to surge into her, riding through her orgasm. He felt his own building and threw his head back, shouting her name as he came.

"Anna!" he exclaimed as he spurt inside of her.

Anna's hips locked in place as he flooded her depths. She moaned loudly as she rode out her orgasms, their fingers tightly intertwined. Marcus lowered his face to meet hers and they kissed sweetly for a long time. He rolled to his side and she kept her legs around his waist. They smiled into each other's eyes and Anna was the happiest she had ever been.

"Morning Marcus," she purred at him as he smiled warmly at her. 

He took his hands away from hers and placed them around her back pulling her tight to him. She sighed and cuddled against the man she loved and then her giggles overtook her.

"What?" he asked as she giggled.

"Nothing," she replied.

"Anna, what's so funny?" he asked a smile on his face. He looked down at her and she was smiling up at him sheepishly. 

"Umm...I think I gave you a hickey." she said softly.

Marcus sighed and laughed a bit. He remembered the bite she gave him, but didn't think too much of it as he had enjoyed it immensely. However, he had a hickey on his neck and she was unmarked. He looked down at her and smiled devilishly.

"Turn-about is fair play, after all..." he lowered his mouth to her neck.

"NO!" she squeaked and tried to fight him off as he made biting nips at her neck that amounted to little more than tickles to her. They laughed and played in the bed for a while, but he never did give her one.

Marcus looked at the clock and it was just after nine. He felt nature give him the warning and mournfully got out of bed. He made it to the bathroom and saw his chest had indent marks on it from where she had gripped him the night before. The hickey was where his neck and collarbone joined. His face however was bright and shining as he looked into the mirror. He finished up and let Anna use the toilet while he gathered up his papers. He knew today she had a tough fight ahead of her and wanted her to be ready for it. Marcus ordered room service and got her a high protein egg omelet with vegetables. He also got her a fruit salad and himself steak and eggs. He made sure to get her a bottle of Gatorade as well. He was finishing up with his order when he saw the sheets. He knew Anna was a virgin and it showed. He took the sheets off the bed and replaced them with clean ones from the closet. He heard the water running in the shower and knew it would be a good idea for him as well. He knocked on the door and Anna piped up.

"Yeah coach?"

"I ordered breakfast honey, I need a shower too so don't take too long," he said through the door.

Almost as if by magic the door opened and Anna yanked him into the bathroom with her. He was about to protest when she yanked his boxers off and shoved him into the shower where she immediately joined him, looking up at him with an impish smile.

"Wash my hair coach?" she asked as she wet her long hair and turned to him.

Marcus smiled and grabbed the shampoo. He lathered her long hair and scrubbed her head for what felt like hours. Anna enjoyed the feeling immensely, evidenced by her moans of pleasure. She leaned her back against his chest as he continued and the softness of her body felt so nice against him. He tried to contain himself, but the feeling of her luscious butt against his waist was playing hell on his self control. He kept himself in check as long as he could and rinsed her hair. He wanted her to have some energy for the fights ahead of her today so he backed off. While he rinsed her hair she giggled as he used the shower nozzle to tease her. Anna laughed as he turned it to jet and sprayed water into her face as she put her hands up to avoid the water. He reached over and hit the cold switch and she screamed when the cold water splayed over her body. He held her tight as she struggled to keep the cold water away from her body. It wasn't until she begged for mercy that he relented.

Anna was freezing and her nipples stood out like pinpoints on a map. She huddled against his body for warmth and gave him a dirty look. He laughed at her and hugged her to him. She sighed and giggled as he hugged her. What she didn't realize was he used the cold water to control his urges. He took up a cloth lathered it up then soaped her back and shoulders for her. She sighed as he did then arched forwards so he could get her lower back. Marcus' control was put to the ultimate test as her ass was there and begging for his touch. He felt his erection rise yet again and this time he knew it was futile to try to hold it back. Anna felt the erection poke at her and gasped. He was close, but not where she wanted him. Feeling suddenly brave, she reached back to grab him. He felt her soft hand grab his throbbing member, pulling her towards her entrance.

Marcus felt the hot warmth of her snug pussy as she pushed back to meet him and he pushed forward. Anna stayed bent forward, allowing him access to bury himself deeper into her. As he did she was stretched from a new angle and her gasps became loud whimpers. After what seemed like a lifetime he settled deep in her. She felt her ass against his waist as his rod was imbedded deep in her. She gripped the towel bar and looked back over her shoulder. With pleading eyes she mouthed "please," to him and his eyes melted. Marcus lost his resolve and pulled slowly out of her then slowly pushed back in. Her hips gripped firmly in his hands kept her steady as he began to pump in and out of her.

Marcus' pumps began to go deeper and harder after a short while. Anna's whimpers became loud grunts and moans as he hit a deep spot in her that made her body come alive. She felt the tingling begin in her stomach that sent a jolt of fire to her clit. She reached down and frantically diddled it as he slammed in her deeper and harder. She felt the strength in his pumps that soon caused her to cry out as she felt her body explode. Her hot hole gushed along his length. Repeatedly he slammed deep inside her, holding himself there as she whimpered and groaned while her orgasm ripped through her. Anna felt his hands go around her, pulling her up and against his chest, supporting her while she came because it soon became evident that she could no longer support herself on her own legs. Marcus slowly pulled out of her and she tried to catch her breath. 

Marcus gently leaned her against the wall and washed himself off. Marcus finished his task quickly and looked at her as she sat back trying to collect her breath. He turned off the water and hoisted her into his arms. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her body then he grabbed one for himself. He walked them from the bathroom to the bed and laid her down. She shuddered as he did then he took a third towel for her hair, gently twisting it as he had done for Bridgette, until he got it all encased in the towel. She sighed and tried to sit up, but she was just too worn out from the orgasm, and collapsed back to the bed glassy eyed.

Marcus dried himself off then pulled on shorts. He was just putting on his shirt when he heard a knock on the door. Checking the peephole, he saw a man with the room service. He walked to Anna and pulled the blanket over her before answering the door. He signed the check as the trolley was brought in. The young man smiled when he saw a still glassy-eyed Anna under the covers but Marcus' warning look told him not to stare too hard. He sheepishly left the room and Marcus wheeled the tray over to the bed. When Anna smelled the food her stomach growled loudly.

"Wow I'm hungry!" she exclaimed when Marcus chuckled at the sound that her stomach made. 

When he removed the lid from one of the trays she saw her omelet and scrambled to her knees. Anna wasted no time as she snatched up her fork and ravaged it. She ate it quickly and gulped down the Gatorade that came with it. She was famished from the night before and the morning after and it showed. The eggs were cooked perfectly and the vegetables were sautéed just right, making the omelet delicious. Marcus shook his head and smiled he ate and ate his own breakfast. He picked up the newspaper and saw that the fights had made the local sports page along with a picture of Anna slamming her opponent, which had actually made the headline of the sports page.

"Wow...you made an impact it seems," he said as he showed her the picture.

She looked up with a mouthful of omelet and saw the slam which caused her to smile broadly. Her smile reminded him of a cute chipmunk that had a mouthful of nuts like in the cartoons. He laughed a bit and she sheepishly swallowed her food and giggled. He couldn't help the smile on his face. It seemed that he smiled a lot these days.

"You're too cute some times," he chuckled and she tilted her head and smiled brightly.

He turned his head to eat and said little more. They ate their breakfast in silence but the energy in the room was positive. After breakfast he had her get ready. She dressed in her typical tee and yoga pants. This time she put on some low cut tennis shoes. They shared a moment when they were dressed and he pulled her into a hug. She accepted it and then grew serious. She had the look in her eyes that showed she was ready to go to war. He grinned and led her out of the room. He put his arm around her shoulders and they walked to the car. She was not so nervous yet, but he had a plan to counter it before it happened.

They drove to the sounds of Karnivool and their song "All I know" in comfortable silence. When they got to the arena he took her right to the back and had her get worked up. She did a series of drills to stretch along with a few sparring drills with him. He pushed her hard and showed her a few tricks for close in work. She took it all in stride as he worked her relentlessly. Christian showed up and he found Anna was breathing like coach had made her run a marathon. He got his pads out and went to work with her. They worked for another hour before Marcus saw the time. He had her go shower and told Christian to get the tape for the wraps. 

He and Christian sat alone as Anna showered and the young man looked to his mentor curiously. 

"Coach, I know it's not my business, but are you and Anna...you know?" he asked meekly.

Marcus inhaled a deep breath at the subject that could no longer be avoided. He knew Christian was a smart guy and to lie to him would go against everything he had taught him about discipline and honor. He nodded his head and that was all the response he would give. Christian's eyes got wide as he pictured his mentor and his bratty little sister kissing and he shook his head laughing.

"Robbing the cradle coach?" he joked and Marcus laughed at that.

"She mugged the old folk's home," he retorted.

They shared a heartfelt laugh, but Christian had to speak his mind.

"She loves you coach. I can see it in her eyes. I see how she watches you sir. It's scary at times how intense she gets about you." he said in Portuguese wanting his implications to be properly understood.

"I know. Believe me I know." Marcus replied in Portuguese as well. He looked at the young man he could call his son and said further, "Would it shock you to know I love her just as much?"

"No sir, not at all." Christian replied and stood up.

Marcus stood up as well and patted the young man's arm. He knew after this tournament they would be spending a lot of time together getting him ready for the title fight in five months. He would make sure that he and Anna trained hard for both their upcoming events. With a determined look he had Christian leave to give the documents to the officials.

Anna finished her shower and turned off the water. She stood naked for a while and smiled at herself. She felt so alive and ready for the fights. She was nervous about the skill her opponent had, but she knew coach had trained her well. Anna wanted nothing more than to go through this girl in order to get to the finals, not for the shopping trip, but just to make him proud of her. She cracked her neck loudly and grabbed her towel. She dried her body off and slipped into her trunks and athletic bra. She wrapped the towel around her head and walked out to the room. She saw Marcus sitting at his trainer's chair waiting for her with the tape. She hopped up on the table and wrapped her legs around his body to pull him close to her. She leaned forward and kissed his lips then let him go.

Marcus wrapped her ankles and hands like he always did. Once they were tight he had her hop down from the table. He took the towel off and tied her hair into a tight ponytail. She shook her head and it stayed in place. She was ready for this and showed it in the warm up drills he did with her. She was blistering fast with her snap kicks and jabs. She did the reflex drills like a champ and when she looked up to him she noted he was wearing his game face.

"Listen up honey. She has a nasty habit of telegraphing her moves. Watch her left shoulder, when it dips she's going after your body. If she twitches she is going to strike high. Keep that in mind. If she dips low expect a rising knee strike at any chance. Now get out there and fuck her up!" he said with a growl.

"Yes sir!" she barked out and slapped her hands together.

Marcus slipped the gloves on and tied them tight. Anna bounced from foot to foot to get loose. When she was ready she saw the door open and she was led down the way to the ring. This time they were allowed to come to the ring with music. It didn't take but a second for Anna to think about a song that was appropriate for her to walk to the ring to. She asked them to play "Find the Real" by Alterbridge. Marcus smiled at that song and knew it was one of her favorites. She waited patiently and when she heard the lyrics kick in she felt her soul come alive. She walked down the ring and jumped from foot to foot as she did. The crowd let their pleasure at seeing her again known by the loud cheer that went up. Anna raised her arms proudly as she headed to the ring. 

Marcus kept his focus on talking to her as she walked to the ring, her breath coming out shallowly as she focused. The song came to a close as she finally reached the ring and the officials checked her to make sure she was in proper form. A trainer wiped ointment on her face to help with swelling issues and after a pre-fight by the ref she climbed into the ring. She did a circle hop around the ring to get her footing under her and to find her distance. She went through these motions automatically as she was taught before finally going to her corner. Marcus climbed into the cage with her to get her pre-fight ready. He spoke to her the whole time and she listened to his warnings and advice, nodding her head in acknowledgement as she sipped her water.

Anna's opponent came to the ring to the sounds of "Only girl in the world" by Rhianna. Anna sat back and watched as she arrogantly showboated to the crowd. Anna knew the level of talent she had as she had seen several of her fights. But to see her acting like that caused Anna to lose a small measure of respect for her. To the crowd she was a showman, but to Anna she looked ridiculous. Her opponent was a tall white girl with bottle blonde hair and brown eyes. She looked very imposing when she finally got to the ring, which only caused Anna to hold onto her contempt. She was able to see through her tough-girl facade that obviously fooled the crowd but not her. And by the time the announcer did his job she was more than ready to rumble. The fans were clamoring for a good show and Anna was going to give them one. Marcus climbed over the cage to get out and as he did he barked out last minute words to her to which she nodded her head. As she walked to the center of the ring she and the woman had a nasty stare down.




Fighter Ch. 03



"You're done tramp." her opponent said smiling darkly.

Anna said nothing as she raised her gloves to tap, but the woman spat at the floor and walked away. Anna smiled darkly as she walked backwards not once taking her eyes from the bitch. The referee asked them both if they were ready and then clapped his hands and the fight was on.

The woman came right at Anna like a bull. She went low and charged forth hoping to get Anna quickly with a double leg take down. Anna saw her coming and as her opponent dipped her head she sprang into the air and her knee shot forwards striking the woman on the bridge of the nose. Anna felt the crunch of her nose breaking then felt a warm flush as blood poured out onto her leg. The woman reeled backwards and Anna pounced. The woman fell backwards to the floor with a thud as Anna got on top of her. Quickly Anna got a top mount on her and the blows rained down like a lightning storm. Each shot hit the woman dead in her exposed face and before the referee could get in she had hit her seven times! The referee frantically pulled Anna off her and the fight was over. The crowd was stunned at the ferocity and for a second they were dead quiet. The eerie silence was shattered when Anna ran to the cage wall and jumped to the top of it. As Anna crested the cage the crowd went wild with glee. Just like that it was over and the crowd was screaming for more. 

Anna hopped down to Marcus' waiting arms and he laughed as he grabbed her and snatched her up in his arms. She laughed proudly as she hugged him tightly. One more to go and she had a trophy to take home. Christian was deeply impressed by the sudden and quick victory over Anna's opponent. He had watched the woman try that risky take down. He had always been warned never go right for the legs unless the opponent is a poor striker. He was stunned to see her go right at Anna and duck low like she did, but he also saw Anna was watching her like a hawk. When Anna saw the shoulder dip that was it. His little sister was really good and it showed by the stunning win. Christian hoped in his title fight he could do half as good as she had done in the last two days. He hugged her and she laughed in his arms. The opponent was taken to the back for medical help while Anna was announced the winner and the fighter that was to be sent to the finals. After the quick interview with the announcer Anna posed for a picture for the blog and was led to the back by Christian. As the convoy retreated to the back Marcus was called aside by Nick.

Nick led his friend to a secluded spot for their meeting. Nick was all smiles as they found a concession stand. He reached in his coat and pulled out a folded up piece of paper. As he unfolded it Marcus saw it for what it was. It was a letter of notice.  

"Well Marcus my friend, we scored the venue at the Palms in Vegas for Anna's fight against Mijah!" he said crowing over the coup.

Marcus was shocked! The Palms, he knew, held a lot of good MMA fights as did the Mandalay Bay. He was eager to watch Anna in the big venue and now it was going to happen. Christian's fight was also going to be there on the same night. He smiled as he realized that being in Vegas once again meant that he could drop in on a few old friends. Marcus came to a very quick decision and that is, if he wanted them to be ready for the fight in Vegas then they should train in Vegas. He knew a lot of fighters that trained there and they were some of the best anywhere as Vegas was the Mecca of a lot of the elite fighting organizers. He slapped Nick's back and laughed happily. 

"Well now, it looks like I got my work cut out for me." Marcus said smiling. When he made to leave Nick stopped him.

"Mijah is not gonna go easy on her you know," he warned.

"I'm not worried about that. Did you see what she just did? Becky Laurel stood no chance against her for fuck's sake, and she was the odds on favorite to win! Mijah better watch her back." Marcus said, a confident grin on his face.

Nick laughed aloud and shook his head as Marcus walked to the trainer's room. He knew this little girl was good. Hell she might even be great. Nick knew he needed to sign her to his label and soon to make the big bucks. It wasn't that she was just a good fighter, she was a hottie that would make a good draw for women's MMA. He licked his lips as he thought of making her front page news. Then he thought of men's magazines doing photo shoots with her. He knew that would make some serious money. He'd had Mijah do a spread in a MMA magazine and it was a very popular issue. He knew if Anna did one it would sell out. He laughed as he thought of the feisty little Annabelle Melendez and her earning potential.

Marcus had no idea the depths his friend would sink. Marcus realized there was a market for good looking fighters, but he had never wanted anything but Anna's skills to be her determining factor. He strode back confident that Anna had the tourney in the bag. She had just stopped the hardest fight in his eyes and in less than twenty seconds to boot. Smiling a knowing smile about Anna's chances Marcus knew that the next victim was going to be a cake walk in comparison. He couldn't believe how badly Becky had telegraphed her intended moves to Anna. It seemed like she was almost throwing the fight. At that notion he perked his head up. He felt very leery suddenly and as he walked to the back he got a cold feeling in his gut.

Marcus quickened his pace back to the locker room. When he had been in Thailand he recalled how the fighters there lived in fear of the gangsters. He knew there was an element of corruption in fighting, because he had seen it first-hand. A young fighter that showed a lot of promise was told to take a dive from the gangsters so that they could rig the betting tables. He had even seen one fighter approached and when he refused he was threatened with castration by a gang of thugs. Marcus watched in horror as the gang attacked the young fighter and took him to his knees. But when one of them produced a knife, Marcus saved him from a rough fate by walking by and playing a drunken American tourist. The thugs had let their guard down and the fighter was able to get his footing and fight back. Marcus aided the youngster and together they beat the assailants down to a pulp. It was shortly after that Marcus left Thailand for good. He knew that even in the States there was an element of corruption in the organizations. He only hoped this venue was low key enough to be shielded by it. Then again he also trusted his gut feeling when it came to cold feelings. As he made it to the locker room he saw Anna stretching with Christian and he felt relief. 

He looked to Christian and asked, "Has anyone been in here aside from you and her?"

"No sir" Christian replied in confusion.

Marcus relaxed a little, but he still felt uneasy. He decided to stay with Anna for the rest of the tournament. He and Christian did her cool downs and after she was lounging comfortably Marcus had him go for some Gatorade. When he left Anna noticed Marcus' eyes and they showed concern. She padded over to him and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Coach, what's wrong?" she asked timidly.

"Nothing...nothing." he said when he realized how harshly he'd said it the first time.

Anna looked scared and Marcus realized he had just worried her. He sighed and patted his lap invitingly. She happily plopped in it and put her arms around his neck. She leaned against his chest and purred happily. He stroked her legs and she giggled as the goose bumps traveled up them. Marcus wanted to hold her and protect her from what he knew was the ugly side of the sport, however he knew that she was an adult that could make up her own mind. If she felt that her career would include being a showpiece, which he hoped against, he would continue to support her. Marcus put aside all his concerns and simply hugged her to him, relishing the softness of her skin against his body. While he held her Marcus realized how lucky he was to have a woman like her in his life now. For a long time he was without any comfort in the world, but now he not only had comfort, he had love. He was still holding her when she nodded off on him. She was asleep in his arms and he smiled happily at the sight. The fight was so quick it didn't even get her adrenaline flowing. 

Marcus sat back in thought about the plus side of any publicity she got. It would help his gym and maybe give his fighters more recognition. He could only hope that Christian could win his fight. He knew that if he had them both winning tournaments and titles he could solidify his gym and maybe expand into other areas. He stroked her hair as she napped in his arms and pondered the future. His mind processed many plans and theories, but in the end his thoughts kept returning to just him and her. His optimum outcome would be if they stayed together for a long time. He only hoped she loved him still in a few years. The more he thought the more he realized there was a chance for them and he smiled at that. He looked at the clock and didn't realize that three hours had gone by. He shook Anna and she opened her eyes. She didn't realize she had fallen asleep and when she saw the time she giggled.

"Why did you let me sleep so long coach?" she asked while stretching and yawning.

"Because I could. And you looked too cute to wake up." he replied while brushing her hair behind her ear.

Anna sat up and yawned again. He tilted her chin after she did and kissed her lips softly then patted her hips. She bounced out of the chair and went to the bathroom. Marcus knew that deep down she was going to be fine in the ring. He got up slowly and took a step forward and fell over. He laughed loudly as he hit the floor flat on his stomach. Anna heard the laughter and came out to investigate only to see him on his stomach trying to get up.

"Coach?" she asked concerned by his new position on the floor.

"It's OK Anna. My leg just fell asleep is all." he said laughing.

"Are you saying I have a big ass, coach?" she asked sounding miffed.

"No you have a beautiful one. Just you sat in my lap for three hours and I didn't move." he said while stumbling to his feet.

Anna let it go, grinning while she watched him struggle to his feet. She went back to the bathroom and started the shower. As she stripped down she laughed to herself as she thought about Marcus. She washed her body and felt herself getting into the groove. She washed down and felt her body loosen up in the hot spray. She tilted her head back and felt her bones creaking into place. She rolled her shoulders and the water helped her body settle down. Her legs released the tension in them as she did a few side steps and before long her body was ready to go.

Marcus was able to walk it off and got himself to the trainer's table. He drank a bit of water and soon his leg stopped throbbing. He laughed at Anna's defiance to her being the cause of his dead leg, but he knew she was just being cute. Deep down he loved the way she was so damn adorable. Anna had always amazed him by how she balanced cute and sex appeal. She definitely turned heads as she trained in the gym. Marcus knew that a lot of men there loved to watch her as much as they had come to train, but the fact was she was his now. He smiled at that pleasant thought. He had thought of her for a while when the tension had first began to build between them. He remembered how hard he came when he masturbated to thoughts of her and it was nothing compared to how good he felt actually being with her. He pulled himself from his thoughts and Anna came in wearing her athletic bra and shorts. 

She hopped up on the table and he set to working, giggling as he tickled her foot and which helped her to relax. He taped them tight and when he was done she went through her warm ups. The routine was comfortable and soon Anna was glowing. Her head was filled with his instructions as Christian came in. He had on the pads and they went over the jab and kick drills. He worked her hard as this was it. This was the culmination of all her efforts. Here and now she would either hold her hand up in victory or she would be on the way out in defeat. She felt nothing as her body reacted to what her eyes saw. Nothing else mattered to her at that moment and she concentrated on nothing but breathing.

Marcus saw that she was ready. This was the moment she would validate him as her coach to the world. He looked at the clock and tapped her arm and she turned to him. She hugged him hard and he hugged her close. 

"This is it baby. No turning back. Do what I have taught you and what you can do and you got this. Time to shine baby." he said softly. She nodded her head and he remembered an old saying a hockey coach once said to his team to inspire them to greatness. 

"Remember honey; Great moments are born from great opportunities."

Anna knew that saying well as it was in bold letters over the gym. She looked at him and smiled intensely. She was here and going to make him proud. Her mind resolved to do what she had to do. Feeling the center of her being Anna took a deep breath exhaled then walked out with a purpose. Her determination set in as she walked down the hallway. Along the way Anna saw the officials and they simply blurred by her as her focus became more intense and narrow. She heard some jumbling of music, but couldn't tell what it was. When she got to the ramp going to the ring she heard the muffled roar of the crowd. She didn't so much hear it as she felt it, becoming lost in her own focus. Breathing slowly Anna walked down the aisle and the crowd erupted at her passing. Her eyes were focused on the girl in the ring and nothing else. The referee went over the outside rules and regulations and she nodded absently as he did, hearing him as if from a distance.

As she entered the cage she went through her routine by reflex; circling the ring in order to gauge the distance and to loosen up. After a full circuit she settled in her corner. She cracked her neck and leaned against the metal of the cage as Marcus yelled instructions to her. From watching her opponents tapes Anna knew this woman had a strong kickboxing background and a weak wrestling ability, but she didn't care. To her she was nothing but another victim. Anna's focus narrowed entirely on what it was she had to do. As they touched gloves Anna's eyes never left hers. The look that passed between the two combatants was one of almost pure electric current.

Anna retreated to her corner and held her gaze on the woman and as she bit down on her mouth guard she heard Marcus yelling at her.

"Time to shine, baby!"

She grimly nodded her head and heard the sound that finally brought reality crashing to life around her. With the ringing of the bell, Anna leaped forward. The two opponents tapped gloves and immediately started to jab and short kick at each other. Anna was shorter by a few inches, but her range of motion was nearly equal to her opponents. They danced and kicked at each other and the crowd's enthusiasm was building in intensity. Both had fought very hard to get to the finals and neither was going to make a crude mistake only lose quickly. 

They traded a few solid hits but after a few minutes the crowd started to get restless. Anna heard the jeers and boos as the crowd protested the lack of energy in this round than what had appeared in the other fights. With an almost flamboyantly tilt of her head, Anna smiled at the girl and feigned a high punch only to lash out at her with a back spinning kick that hit her in the midsection. The crowd cheered at that one, but the rest of the round was a relatively dull affair.

Anna retreated to her corner after the bell and Marcus was there. A good solid effort at keeping the girl at bay and he knew that in the next round he would need Anna to be more aggressive. He coached her up and had her ready to go on the offensive. Marcus realized that was exactly what the other girl's coach wanted, so he'd be polite and give it to them.

"Anna, go after this hooker. Don't be polite. Break her at any opening!" he barked at her and Anna felt the anger in her well up.

They got ready and the bell sounded for the second round. Anna went right after her this time. Anna snapped a few hard leg kicks at her and a few solid jabs that connected. She was pacing her, but keeping up the pressure. Anna saw an opening and a right cross sailed in and struck the girl below the eye. She rocked back and Anna pounced. Ducking under a wild hook Anna grabbed her legs and twisted them turning the woman sideways. The woman tried to grab the cage to stop her fall, but it was too late and to the floor they went. Anna and her opponent grappled for a long few minutes as they jostled and traded punches for position. Anna got a good mount, but not a good angle on her opponent. Quickly she set up and proceeded to send punches into the girl's head and gloves. Anna didn't meet with all of her punches, but the ones she did definitely did damage. As the bell sounded Anna saw the woman had a trail of blood coming from the corner of her eye.

"Good round honey! You are easily up two. Keep at her and don't let up on her. She is going to be desperate in this round so watch for her offense and counter at any point. You got his baby girl!" Marcus growled to her and she bit down on the mouth guard. 

The bell rang and they engaged yet again. Anna was really glad for all the cardio she'd had to do as part of her training. The miles coach had her run made the exertion of three rounds seem easy. She was still a bit tired, but not as bad as she would have been had she not been used to the cardio. She paced the girl and coach was right. The woman came at her hard, trying desperately to catch up. Anna took a few hits to the head and side. She shrugged them off and delivered a huge uppercut to the girls jaw. The hit snapped her head back and again Anna snatched her legs and took her down. This time she had a better position as they fell to the ground. On instinct Anna snaked her body along the woman's, trying to find a grip. Her opponent fought valiantly to keep Anna's grip from her arm. 

For a good twenty seconds Anna held the woman's wrist and finally she found her angle. Twisting them to a kneeling position, Anna baited the trap. The woman desperately tried to get her feet under her and to avoid Anna's ground game. The woman got her feet under her and that was it. Falling backwards Anna tore the woman over her and snaked her legs around the woman's neck. She kept the woman's arm pinned between her legs and rolled over to her stomach catching her opponent in a triangle choke. Anna held on and squeezed as hard as she could. Anna's opponent quickly found out she had been duped when the iron vice found her neck. Desperate for leverage she tried to move to a standing position, but then the twist happened and she went to her stomach with no way to break the hold. The crowd roared when they saw the turn of fortune and suddenly they saw the frantic tapping of the opponent's hand and the crowd erupted. Anna felt the referee slap her legs to make her break the hold and the roar of the crowd was deafening as she stayed on her back and raised her hands up over her body. 

She had won!

Marcus watched from the side of the ring as Anna did the risky move. He saw her fall back and latch her legs around the neck and shoulder of the woman and squeeze like a viper. When he saw that, he had gone up on the lip of the ring yelling at Anna to turn and lock. When she did he cheered her on and yelled at her to roll. It was a long agonizing second, but she did and he jumped for joy. Christian hugged him and shouted in Portuguese for her to squeeze and then he saw the referee slap Anna's thigh. Christian bounded up and over the cage and into the ring to snatch her up. Marcus went into the cage as it opened and rushed to Anna.




Fighter Ch. 03



Anna was snatched up by her brother and the tears fell down her face. She had done it. He hugged her tight and lifted her up and she was all tears. She saw Marcus come in and got away from Christian. She rushed to him and leaped into his arms. Marcus caught her and hoisted her up then spun her in a circle. The whole time she spun Anna sobbed tears of happiness and relief that she had done it. 

"You did it Anna!" he yelled above the roar of the crowd. Her only response was to hug him tighter than before.

Anna sobbed into his arms and then she remembered the crowd. Reluctantly she broke away from Marcus and jumped up to the top of the cage. Once there she threw her hands over her head. The primal scream that came from her let the crowd know that she had done it. The crowd let her know their appreciation of her victory with a deafening roar. The chant began and she was in tears as she heard her name repeated by the crowd. Lovingly she touched her fingers to her lips and raised them up for the crowd. They chanted her name and she hopped down and ran to the other side and repeated the process.

Marcus was all smiles as he watched her show the crowd her appreciation. He had trained a winner. From the moment she came into his gym he knew she was going to be something, and this proved it. Marcus hugged Christian to him and vowed it was his turn to shine next. Marcus wanted Christian to know the elation Anna felt at this moment. He waited for the commissioner to come in and when they were told it was time for the trophy ceremony Marcus walked over to Anna. She saw him hold up his arms to her and she jumped off the cage into his arms. She was handed the Gym logo shirt and pulled it on proudly. She stood in the center of the ring as the commissioner of the venue presented her a large trophy for her victory in the tournament. Anna cried happy tears as she was handed the trophy and raised it over her head in triumph. The crowd cheered her on as she gave a brief interview with the blog and took some pictures. 

Marcus sat back and let her have her moment. He smiled and clapped as she finished her interview and hugged him tight. Christian took the trophy and they made their way back to the locker room to the sounds of "Metalingus." Anna heard the song and when the chorus played she felt the words hit her soul. Not wanting to be seen at her most vulnerable she made a beeline to the locker room. Once there she sat in the corner of the room and sobbed. She had done it and this was proof. The words that touched her soul were; "On this day it's so real to me that everything has come to life. Not a chance to chase a dream, but a chance to feel alive."

Those words were exactly what she felt at that moment: Alive! When Marcus came in she ran to him and practically squealed as she threw herself into his arms.

"I did it coach! I really did it!" she exclaimed with tears in her eyes.

"What did you expect, baby girl? You're a natural!" he said as he hugged her to him. 

Christian set the trophy down and she looked at it. It was a nice trophy that was made of glass and inlaid with gold. It looked really cool and she went over and picked it up. She turned to Marcus and looked him in the eyes.

"If it wasn't for you coach I wouldn't have this. So here, put it in the gym and show everyone what you taught me to do." she said smiling bright.

Marcus smiled at her and asked, "Are you sure you want to do that Anna?"

"Coach you've done so much for me and I haven't been able to give back to you. So yes I do." Her voice cracked.

Marcus slowly walked to her and hugged her tight. He was so proud of her at this moment that he couldn't say anything else. Christian stepped out of the room as he knew this was a moment for them. He smiled as his little sister had done it and she was happy. He vowed to emulate her victory with one of his own. He left the arena and went back to the hotel. He had a little practice to do.

Anna tilted her chin and looked at the man she loved and her eyes showed what she wanted. Marcus saw the look and leaned down to meet her lips. They kissed softly and Anna moaned happily into it. They enjoyed the long slow kiss and after a while she broke it and sat down on the table. Marcus cut the tape and had her cool down. She went through it all without complaint and took a shower. Marcus saw her walk in and he got bold. He locked the door and stripped his clothes. He walked quietly into the shower and Anna was rinsing her hair. She didn't see him until his arms went around her. Anna jumped and turned her head to him and Marcus claimed her lips. She sighed and pushed her body into his. Anna felt his firmness against her lower back and smiled into the kiss.

Marcus turned her around and hoisted her up by the hips and she gasped. He pressed her back against the wall and her legs found a hold on his back as he lined himself up with her entrance. She looked into his eyes as he slid in slowly. Anna moaned throatily as he sank into her depths. Anna's head fell back as he sank to the hilt and then held still. She was shaking as he looked deeply into her eyes and she reached up to touch his face. She held his face tenderly as he began to slowly move inside of her. Her eyes bulged as he found the spot within her that she hadn't felt previously. Marcus kept a firm grip on her ass as he moved deeper and deeper inside her snug hole. Anna felt his firmness and her muscles clamped hard reflexively. She whimpered as he slowly built up a rhythm.

"I love you Marcus." she whimpered softly as he looked into her eyes.

Marcus closed his eyes and leaned his head on her shoulder. She gripped his head firmly and held him tight as he continued his pumping. Anna felt the building climax inside her belly and softly urged him on. Marcus heard her soft whimpers and began to go faster. Her body was giving into its pleasures and she couldn't contain the orgasm that ripped through her. She whimpered loudly and gripped his head firmly. Marcus felt the tightening of her velvety hole and knew he was going to join her soon, but he wanted her to be thoroughly satisfied. He stopped his pumping and kept her in his arms. He kissed her lips savagely and she moaned loudly into the kiss.

Marcus walked over to a nearby chair and sat down. Anna felt him do this and she moaned loudly as he became imbedded within her further. Marcus leaned back and kept his hands on her ass and she began to rock on him hard. She whimpered and bucked on him her hands never leaving his shoulders as she did. She bit her lip and wiggled on him as she felt another climax wash over her. With her head thrown back and her eyes closed she came again. Marcus kept the grip on her ass as she began to ride him hard. She bounced away on him and didn't slow down. Her whimpers and gasps filled the room as did his grunts and gasps. Anna was firmly rooted on him and wouldn't stop her pumping. Orgasm after orgasm washed over her as she frantically bucked away on him. Marcus felt his own climax approaching and gripped her tighter as she flailed away on him. Marcus looked her in the eyes and jerked her forward, clamping his mouth on hers as he fired off a massive load within her. Anna moaned loudly as she felt his hot seed fill her up to the brim. She moaned and whimpered into his kisses as her tremors continued. She felt him stop and collapsed against his shoulder breathing heavily. Marcus was spent and tried to move but couldn't as Anna was literally dead weight on him.

Anna's eyes closed slowly as she held him tight and as she was dozing she heard him whisper softly into her ear. 

"I love you Anna. I love you so much." 

Anna lifted her head to look at him and her eyes sparkled with a luster he had never before seen. Marcus was lost in the shimmer that her eyes held and soon they both lost track of everything around them but the other. Their lips sought the others and held for a very long time. Anna felt with all her being that she was with her soul mate. As for Marcus, he knew this was the one woman he needed. They simply couldn't find another alternative for what they felt and neither wanted to. Once they broke the kiss Anna was able to find the strength to get up. Her body ached badly from the fight and the sex after. She looked at him painfully and Marcus was there. He helped her lay down and rubbed in the ointment. He helped her dress and took her back to the hotel. Nick tried to call him, but Marcus ignored the call allowing it to go to voice mail.

Anna was laid down in the bed and was out cold as soon as her head hit the pillow. Marcus smiled at how cute she slept. She was still in her yoga pants and gym shirt when he laid her down. Her body was exhausted from the fight, but he knew that she was just as mentally worn down from emotions that ran the gamut from fighting to the elation of winning. Marcus smiled as he brushed a strand of hair from her cheek and kissed her lips. He left the room only to run into Nick who was outside about to knock.

"Marcus! How the..." he exclaimed and Marcus raised his finger to his lips.

"She's out man. Let her be." Marcus hissed and Nick shrank his head between his shoulders in embarrassment.

Marcus led him away until they were out of earshot of the room so that they could continue the conversation.

"We got a helluva after-party man. I really think she should come. It'll do her good to mingle with the fans," Nick offered.

"Nah man. She's tired. Let her sleep, she earned it," Marcus retorted.

Nick sighed in defeat. Marcus was never much of a party guy back in his days. Sure he did the occasional party, but after a big win he was usually asleep or eating in the back of the hotel room. Sometimes he could be a stick in the mud as well. Nick thought to the time he had a centerfold at the party waiting for him and he refused to talk to her because he was still hung up over a recent loss. Marcus was many things to Nick, but a good man and a money maker was the big ones for him. Nick gave Marcus a punch on the arm and walked away. He knew better than to argue with Marcus as he always lost. 

Marcus watched Nick walk off and was relieved. He planned to fly them out and go back to San Diego to train for a while longer. He walked back to the room and entered it quietly. He kept it quiet as he ordered some food and when it was delivered he set a plate aside for Anna in case she woke up. He had decided to get some bad food and decided the worst was pizza and wings. He ate his wings along with a slice of the small pizza. He could easily kill the whole thing, but he decided to let Anna have some junk food as a reward. As he ate he saw her sitting up and smiled at her as she saw the pizza. Her eyes watered drowsily but she got out of the bed and staggered to the bathroom. She was in for a long time then came out. Marcus noted that she had undressed down to panties and her sports bra and then she went to the pizza box and got a slice. She ate it quickly and then gave him a peck on the lips before collapsing face first on the bed where she didn't move again until the morning alarm kicked in.

Marcus watched the zombie that was Anna and held back the laugh that was brewing. He likened the visual in his mind to the horrible zombie flicks he had seen on late night cable and silently wished she would have moaned "Brains!" Marcus stifled a laugh and finished his meal. After a while of watching TV he felt sleep washing over him. He lifted the dead into a more comfortable position and curled in behind her. Marcus hugged Anna tight and the moan in her sleep as she curled into his elbow made him smile as he fell fast asleep.

The next day found them packing up and moving their belongings to the car. Anna was stoked as she carried the trophy down the walkway to the car and the other fighters from the tournament gave her a show of respect. A few of them clapped as she walked by them and she felt the pride of victory flowing through her. The way these women, some of whom she had fought showed their respect made her feel like she belonged to something bigger than herself. Marcus saw the gesture and grinned as he walked ahead of her.

They entered the car and Christian got in the back. They chatted about the upcoming training for a few minutes and Marcus actually just went silent as he drove. The music was playing and he zoned out. He didn't really have much to say, but he had a lot on his mind. The tournament win was just the beginning for Anna. If he worked it right he could maybe get her a shot at a title in the US or even Japan. The thoughts of her fighting in Japan made him smile inside. He knew that some of the world's best fought in Tokyo and he had a mind to take her there. The thoughts of having her train in the same dojos that made Matzuzaka caused him to smile outwardly. He never forgot his last opponent or the war they fought at the end of his career. The throbbing in his head that lingered to this day reminded him of it as did the way his nose was still crooked. He wondered if Matzuzaka remembered him or if he had pushed on. 

Marcus got them to the airport and let them out so that he could check in. Marcus sat back in the line and pondered the future some more. He knew that the sky was the limit right now, but he also had a lingering doubt that something was horribly wrong. No matter how hard he tried to shake the feeling it came back to him and made him feel uneasy. The only time it stopped was when he looked ahead of him and saw Anna's eyes. The sparkle in them made him forget his uneasiness and set his mind at ease. Anna walked up to him and gave him a poke in the ribs and he laughed as she put her head on his chest and smiled contently. Marcus felt her soft hair against his cheek and his worries faded. The thoughts of something happening that he couldn't help involving Anna was still there, but it was shoved to the back of his mind.

Anna felt his arm go around her shoulder and she was elated. She was going home with the man she loved and had a trophy to show off for her troubles. Aside from the shiner under her eye and the few bruises she had on her body Anna was more or less fine. In fact she felt like she was ready for another fight soon. She patted Marcus on the arm and he looked down at her. She leaned up and licked the tip of his nose and ran to the front of the counter before he could do anything in retaliation. Marcus stood in the line chuckling. He was truly blessed, he realized. She was a great talent at the very least of the other things she was to him. He couldn't help but to smile at the adorable things she did, or the way she made him feel when she looked at him. The way she kissed him made him realize how deep she had fallen for him. The way he kissed her also affirmed how much he had fallen in love with her. He watched her at the counter and his eyes gleamed as he watched her look back to him and walk to the side of the line in order to wait for him to check in.

They got their luggage checked and walked to the terminal in a jovial mood. They had a quick bite to eat at the terminal cafe and boarded the plane. The flight back to San Diego was quiet and Anna spent it asleep cuddled into his arm. Marcus read his papers as she slumbered and every now and then he stroked the hair from her face. He read up on the possibility of her fighting Mijah Loriani and now with the win she would need to train harder than she had before. Marcus knew that all the training she was going to get was going to be put to the ultimate test as this was going to be her hardest fight yet. Mijah was a tremendous fighter from Brazil who fought out of a respectable school. Her black belt in Brazilian Ju Jitsu along with her nasty stand up game made her all the more formidable

Marcus looked at the notes he had from her most recent fight in Brazil and his eyes narrowed. Mijah had knocked her opponent out in the second round by a vicious spinning back fist that she suckered her into. Marcus could get his hands on the video of the fight pretty easily, but instead he had a better idea. He was familiar with the school she fought from because in his younger days he had trained there as well. The master of the school, Fabiano Ortadeno was one of the great ones and someone that Marcus knew very well. Marcus had spent many months there training and knew the tactics and style of the school. He had a plan of using what he had learned from the school as well as what he knew from Mijah's fight films in order to get Anna ready.

He had a small glimmer of hope in that he knew Anna had a natural ability. He knew that you could train a fighter until his arms fell off, but if he didn't have the "IT" factor that all great fighters had, then they would be nothing. He had seen many guys train for years and then get destroyed in their first fight with a lesser opponent. This was not a chance he was going to take with Anna. His own conscience just wouldn't allow it. He had watched Anna fight and deep down he knew that she didn't just have the "IT" factor, she had a instinct that made her dangerous. He planned to take that instinct and make it her second nature.

Marcus read and watched her sleep for the hour of the flight and when it was five minutes to landing he gently nudged her awake. Anna's bright eyes opened and she smiled at him happily as she stretched in the seat and yawned. Marcus took that as an opportunity to get even with her for licking his nose and stuck two of his fingers into her ribs and tickled her mercilessly. Anna squeaked and slapped at his hands as he hit her spots. She giggled uncontrollably as her coach always found the right spots that tickled the most and it only stopped when she begged him. Marcus and Anna shared a heartfelt laugh as they landed until it was time to disembark. The entire time that they were in the airport she held his hands while Christian walked ahead of them. They got their luggage and went to the long term parking for the car.

The drive to the gym was silent. Marcus hadn't told Anna of the surprise waiting for her. Christian hadn't been told either and when they entered the gym all the members who could make it were there. Anna was shocked when everyone shouted "Congratulations" to her. Here were all the guys from the gym cheering for her and stunned, she felt her lip tremble as the guys all mobbed her and hoisted her into the air. She laughed aloud as they tossed her up and down a few times before placing her down lightly on her feet. She hugged all her friends one by one as they all offered their respect for her win. The moment Anna had trained so hard for was upon her. She had sacrificed so much to become the fighter she was now and as she walked along the gym she had to stifle back her tears of joy and pride. 

Anna held the trophy up for all of them to see and in a show of comraderie she walked over to Marcus and handed it to him.

"Thanks coach. If it wasn't for you I wouldn't have been ready to win this. Put it with the rest of the trophies for all to see," she said loud enough to be heard.

Marcus smiled warmly at her as he gratefully took the trophy from Anna's grasp. He turned towards his office and walked quickly to it. He got his keys out and went to the trophy case. It was a surprisingly full display of his and his other coach's trophies and awards. He found a good spot on the rack and put her trophy in the front so people could see it. He made a note to get the display case fixed so that it was larger. Something in his mind made him laugh as he knew it was going to be filled before too long by the hard fighting young bloods that he had in the gym.

The day was a great time for Anna as she got to relax in the gym while everyone was working hard. She sat in Marcus' office for most of the day watching films of the tournament as well as some of Marcus' old fights. She found one that got her attention from one of his fights in Japan. The tape was dated from about five years ago and said "The End" on the disk. She put in the DVD and the film came to life. She saw Marcus, a few years younger and fighting a much younger Japanese fighter. She watched the battle as it got under way and Marcus went towards him in a classic hands up Muay Thai stance. The fighter did some dancing around him as they traded jabs and low kicks. The fight seemed to be going nowhere until Marcus launched a left jab followed by a right kick and the young fighter sidestepped and his foot launched up like a bolt of lightning. The kick was so fast it slipped past his defenses and hit Marcus right in the face. Marcus' body straightened and he went right to the floor. The moment his head hit the mat the referee was standing over him waving the fight off.




Fighter Ch. 04



At long last I have this done. Thanks for your patience and I hope this meets with your approval. I know my lagging ways suck sometimes and i apologize, but life loves cheap shotting me at times. Anyways, read it, love it, vote on it, tell me what ya think about it, and above all kids enjoy the show! 

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As Anna tried to stand she felt every bone in her body screaming at her. Her left leg strained as she tried to lift it up, but to no avail. Marcus had the leg hold locked in and with a simple twist he found the knee bar and applied pressure. Anna felt like her leg would snap and wisely tapped out. She rolled away after he released and got to her feet. Marcus rolled to his shoulders and kipped to his feet like a cat. He stood tall and looked across the practice ring at Anna who was sucking wind.

"That move is what she's known for Anna. A standing take down that she turns into a knee bar. It's simple enough, but to a person trained in Brazilian, it's almost impossible to block," he said calmly explaining his actions.

Anna looked at Marcus and nodded her head. She saw the move once and then again as it was performed on her. It was such a deceivingly simple maneuver. Her mind stored the information of what he showed her and she set her feet for the next go. They went at it again and this time she was able to see how to keep her footing and stay back from the dangerous hold. She saw him go for it again, but this time she stepped through and spun keeping her knee from straightening and allowing her to get separation. She wasn't able to attack, but she was able to get to even footing.

"Good!" Marcus growled as he got to his feet.

Marcus was impressed like he normally was in her progression. As she trained hard for her upcoming battle with Mijah, so had Christian for his fight for the title. The only reason he wasn't in the ring with her now was he was doing speed drills. Marcus had her set for one last go and this time he went all out on her. They sparred and mock fought for nearly ten minutes before he called a stop to it. It wasn't that she was tired, though she was breathing heavy, it was him. Marcus was getting old and it was showing. Something as simple as age was the greatest killer of a fighter's career. He saw hope and promise in Anna and for the last three weeks she was showing mad potential. As they closed the session Marcus rubbed his chin. They had got in close and she had shocked him by catching him with a well timed elbow. He wasn't mad, far from it, Marcus was amazed at how well she soaked up knowledge.

"OK Anna, ten laps then hit the pool," he said and she smiled at him and ran off.

Anna was in her element. For the last three weeks Marcus had her training like the end of days was coming and she was to fight on the front lines. Her body ached nightly, but he was always there at nights to give her a full body rub. They hadn't made love in a while, but she was content by him rubbing her body like he did. It wasn't that he wasn't ready to go, it was she was tired from the hard work in the gym. Marcus was a vicious tyrant these days, but she knew it was what needed to be. As Anna slipped into her swimming gear she smiled at the thought of her upcoming opponent. She had watched a few videos of Mijah fighting and was impressed. 

Mijah was a stand out in the fighting circles and as Anna watched them she knew why. Mijah was no taller than Anna at five foot four inches. She weighed six pounds more than Anna at one hundred and twenty nine pounds. Their reach was nearly identical and their range of motion was similar. Anna had a stronger stand up than Mijah, but Mijah's true talents was her ground and pound game. Watching several fights Anna saw how she wore people down then ground them into the mat until they quit. It wasn't a pretty or flashy way of doing things, but then again attrition never is. Mijah could take a body part and work it for the length of the fight then at the right moment she would put all remaining energy into it and the opponent would fold. Thinking more of this got Anna's energy up and she dove into the water and began her laps. The pool was a large one and she swam the entire length of it ten times as instructed. As she glided through the water Anna thought of all they had done so far.

Christian was sweating under Marcus' drills like he had never done before. The harshness of the new training was nothing like he had ever faced before. Aside from the weights and calisthenics he was doing speed drills and grappling drills hourly. Marcus was making sure he had plenty of endurance for what was to come. Deep down Christian had a feeling he would need it and every ounce he could build up in the mean time. Aside from the hard training he had also watched tapes on his opponent and he was nervous at the least. Something about how egotistical his opponent was in the ring made him wary. Christian poured his energy into training and left the worrying to Marcus.

Marcus was immensely proud of them both. They stood on the precipice of what could be serious glory, or a long way back up if they fell. Marcus was confident in his ability to train them up, in fact that was the one thing he knew. Since they came to Vegas he had the best of the best in the gym working with his kids. Watching their eyes get wide as some legends of the ring trained with them from time to time really gave them a confidence boost. Marcus was friends with a few of them, but the others he had never met before. A few of them remembered watching him come up and get beat a few times, or win in dramatics fashion. The few he fought were impressed by his stature of trainer these days. One even asked him if there was a possibility of returning to the ring. Marcus let them down on that request, but he kept the door open for them if they wanted to train in his gym sometime.

Marcus secretly wished he could fight again. He longed for the feeling of one on one combat again, but he had two great fighters he was working on so he repressed the urge. Still in the back of his mind the siren called to him ever so softly. Marcus picked up the medicine ball and walked over to Christian. He had him get on the bench and had him do sit ups as Marcus tossed him the ball. The far bend was good for his back and abs and the added weight of the ball made the exercise much harder. Christian did fifty reps before Marcus let him up and go run. As he walked from the gym to the pool he saw Anna had completed her laps and was drying off. He looked at the clock and saw they had another two hours of training ahead so he got creative.

"Anna, once your changed I want you to gear up and hit the ring. We are going to spar for a bit," he said firmly.

"Yes coach," Anna replied and rushed to the locker room. 

She stripped fast and got into her athletic bra and trunks. She tapped her feet off quick and put on her hand wraps. Marcus had shown her how to do it alone and she was quite good at it. Once she was good she went out and he had the gloves ready for her. He tied them on and had another tie his on. Once they were settled he had the trainers put on the head gear and they squared off. Marcus needed to make sure she was still limber and put her through a series of rolling drills. He kept on her back making her expend energy in trying to get free of his grip. It was a lot of what she would need for her upcoming fight. Every time he got a solid hold on her he would stop and show her how to counter. It took them about forty minutes and both were sweating and breathing heavy. Anna was surprisingly resilient during the exercises and surprised Marcus at how often she was able to get free of him. She surprised him more as every now and then she would get him in a hold.

When they had caught their breath Marcus had her watch the video of their training. He loved how easy it was to have a small camera make video for training purposes. As she watched he would explain how to counter and what she did right and wrong. Seeing herself doing it made Anna smile. She could hold him off well, but she knew that he was holding back on her. Something in her wanted him to go all out, but she was cautious. His record spoke for itself as thirty eight of his fights ended by submission. The rest were either TKO or KO. His whole career he only had five decisions. One thing she noted was none of his losses were by decision of submission. As she watched she wondered how he had lost those fights and still wanted to continue.

"OK Anna, right here you need to go flat and that will make your opponent over extend. If you keep your body up then you leave a big target for her to grab onto. Keep flat, but stay moving and you'll confound her," he explained.

Anna saw what he meant and decided the next time to use it. As they watched Marcus saw it was nearing the end of training. He figured they had suffered enough and called it off. Marcus had Anna go shower and change while he went for Christian. Seeing his boy running the laps in the indoor track Marcus saw how determined he was. Christian was sprinting some of the laps while jogging the others. Marcus was proud of how determined he was and figured to reward the both of them tonight. He knocked on the window and got Christian's attention. Waving his hand Christian nodded and finished his last lap then ran to the door. He was sweaty and breathing hard, but Marcus could see he was ready to go for another three rounds.

"Shower up and head home. Get dressed and I'll take you and Fabiana to dinner," Marcus said smiling.

"Yes sir," Christian politely replied and rushed off to the locker room. 

Marcus looked at the pictures on the walls of the gym and smiled. So many greats had trained at this very gym and now here was his hopefuls. Even though the title Christian was fighting for was a small time fighter's association, it was still more than he ever held. Seeing his boy with the gold was all he needed to verify he was a good coach. Hell, in his mind the fact Christian even got a chance at all was enough in Marcus' book. As he went to the lockers Marcus saw another face that made his hackles rise. A shadow of the past was in his eyes as he saw Matzuzami with his hands raised with Marcus on the mat behind him.

Marcus looked away from that picture and as he turned he saw a ghost. His eyes bulged as Fabiano Ortadeno walked up to him grinning. Fabiano was a man of average height at about five nine. His bronze skin came from his ancestry, but it wasn't his skin that made him look impressive; it was his body. At fifty three years old he still was as cut as any thirty year old. Years of hard training and great living made him a physical specimen to behold. His thick black hair was graying in spots, but still was full and made him stand out. The tattoos on his arms and legs made his already impressive body stand out even more. His eyes were warm and full of mirth as he and Marcus shared a brotherly hug.

"Marcus, you son of a bitch!" Fabiano said in English.

"Fabiano, you bastard!" Marcus replied in Portuguese.

The two shared a warm laugh as they shook hands. Even though they had two students that were about to fight each other Marcus held him in the highest of respect. The greeting they had was left over from his days in Brazil. Marcus had helped him learn better English in exchange for Portuguese. Both learned the cuss words first and for some reason they swore like sailors when they got together. After the warm period was over Fabiano looked at his old pupil and friend and struck up a conversation.

"So it's been what...ten years since you last came to the school?" He asked.

"Nine and a half actually. I been busy," Marcus said laughing.

"So I heard. You have a good gym going and some great talent. I am very anxious to see your boy Christian fight," Fabiano said switching to Portuguese.

"Christian will turn a head or two win or lose. He has heart in spades and a serious case of "can't lose" going for him," Marcus said softly in Portuguese.

"It always helps to be confident, but remember; too much is a weakness," Fabiano said cautioning him.

"He is cautious as he is confident. He balances the two very well. But I didn't think you were here for that," Marcus said grinning.

"I have been watching Annabelle. She is impressive," Fabiano complimented.

"Indeed she is, indeed she is," Marcus said smiling.

"Mijah has never been more serious in her training. I think there is respect there that she trains so hard for your girl," Fabiano said softly.

"It's just an honor that they can fight. I think for Anna this is a test of her mettle. Win or lose Mijah is gonna test her and I can't wait to see how she handles herself," Marcus said grimly.

"Me either my friend. I think that if they didn't have to fight Anna and Mijah may well be friends. They are so very similar in attitude you know," Fabiano said proudly.

Marcus had to withhold a laugh. He was not going to ask what came to his mind and Fabiano didn't need to know the extent of how things were. He wouldn't hold it against him if he and Mijah were lovers, but he was sure that Fabiano's wife would. Seeing the look in his eyes Fabiano looked curiously at his friend.

"Something on your mind?" Fabiano asked curiously.

"No, just an after thought. Anyways I gotta run. Taking them to dinner for training so hard," Marcus said proudly.

"Up to my tricks again?" Fabiano said grinning.

"Absolutely dick head!" Marcus said laughing.

"Well you do that fuck face!" Fabiano said laughing.

The two friends hugged and with a grim look they made known they were bringing their fighter for all out war. As they broke Anna saw the look between them and was worried they would fight. Seeing the way they shook hands and bumped knuckles made her breath a sigh of relief. When she looked at the other man she was amazed at the sight, but said nothing. Fabiano saw her and gave her a polite smile and turned without a word. Marcus waited for his friend to leave then turned to Anna.

"That is Mijah's coach. He is a great fighter and told me something important. She is training double hard for you. I think you impressed her honey," Marcus said grinning.

Anna breathed out a short breath and looked at her feet. She knew that Mijah was a great fighter, but the fact that she was putting in extra time made her worried. How much could she train to be ready for the fight? How much endurance could she build if the fight was not expected to go long? She had seen the lines on the fight and she was a strong underdog at best. Most had her going down in the second or third round. Marcus had shown her that to make her train harder, but it also had a side effect of making her doubt. Marcus did realize that, but he didn't need her to know that. No time for doubt now as she had far more to look forward to.

When Christian joined them they left the gym and went back to the house. Christian helped Fabiana get ready then waited as Anna and Marcus got dressed. It was a causal place they were going to so Anna got into a cute sundress and flats. Marcus got into a button up and jeans with loafers. Going downstairs hand in hand they saw Fabiana sitting on the couch. Her swollen tummy showed she was ready to burst at any moment. There was a measured excitement as they purposely didn't learn the sex of the baby. For them they wanted it to be a surprise and Anna and Marcus were happy to see the baby when it came into the world. 

Marcus had an ulterior motive for it, he knew that Christian would worry less about Fabiana after she gave birth and thus focus on training harder. With that in mind Marcus got them all in the car and off to dinner. He took them to a local pub he had been to many times in the past. The fact the pub was still standing was a testament to it's great food and laid back atmosphere. Unlike many other bars that catered to a hip crowd this one catered to a harder edged people. The blue collar workers came to the bar and many of them were far from what one considered "Hip". Many were of course bombarded by the pop culture as they worked, but to them it was annoying. The easy rock was a welcome relief to the nineteen other channels of hip hop on the local radios. 

They found a table near the pool tables and juke box. The table was cleared by the server so that soon they were shooting pool and eating great bar food. The potato skins and wings were a local favorite and they had two orders. Fabiana was given her choice of whatever she wanted and while they played she watched and munched. Watching Christian getting pounded by Marcus made her giggle as he was always a pool shark. Marcus was a wily opponent who gave him nothing and took everything. As the games went by the music made them all relax and the games became friendly as Anna and Fabiana had a few matches. It was amusing to Marcus watching Fabiana try and bend to shoot the balls. 

The time drug on for the happy couples and soon the music got better as they started to play more older rock and some reggae. Feeling the beat find her hips Anna soon found herself shimmying in the chair. A song started playing and the beat was undeniable. The bass was thumping strongly and soon her hips couldn't contain the will to dance. She got up slowly and shook her hips slowly as she rolled up to Marcus. Marcus saw her dancing her way to him and decided to be a trooper. He could dance and as their bodies met he and her did a slow grinding dance. It was a very funky reggae like dance that allowed Anna to showcase how good her hips could move. As the song hit it's mid point Anna turned about and ground her ass into his crotch. Marcus' hands found her waist and gently held on as she kept on with her dance.

She raised her hands up and grabbed her hair raising it up over her head and letting it slowly cascade back as they danced. Marcus grinned as she looked up to him and they softly kissed. Something in Marcus wished they had more privacy so they could continue on. The song made her smile as she heard the lyrics that made her smile. She didn't know the song name, but it didn't matter. They danced until it came to an end and when the hard riffs of the guitars brought it to an end she made him smile as she banged her head to the beat and whipped her head back so she was flush against him. Marcus grinned and hugged her tightly from behind. Anna sparkled as he held her and Christian was smiling at the both of them.

To him they seemed like a happy couple in love. He was truly happy for the both of them as he watched them dance and when he looked back to Fabiana he took her hand. She looked up from her lemonade and saw the smile he gave her. Christian leaned over and kissed the woman he treasured and when he broke it she was beaming at him. They loved each other as deeply as anyone could imagine. For Christian the love he had for her was for two reasons. The first was she was the light of his life. The second was without her he would be lost with nothing left. They held hands as Marcus and Anna walked back to the table. The couples paid the bill and decided to call it a night. The joyful drive home put them all in good spirits and as they pulled in Fabiana had to go to the bathroom badly. She rushed into the bathroom and slammed the door. Christian snickered as he saw Marcus had opened the door and flattened against the wall to let her by. Walking into the house Anna went upstairs. She wasn't tired, but she did want to lay down for a while.

Marcus got a drink of water for the both of them and went back upstairs with. Christian yawned and went to his room. For all the energy he had sometimes the one thing about Christian was he slept a lot. If he didn't get nine hours sometimes he was grouchy to beat all. Marcus patted Christian on the back and went upstairs. As he walked into the room he saw Anna on her back still in her sun dress and humming the beat of the song they danced to.




Fighter Ch. 04



"What song was that Marcus?" she asked.

"I think it was 311, but don't quote me on that though," he said after a few seconds of thought.

Anna hoped up from the bed and went to the computer. She typed in the one lyric line she remembered and saw it indeed was 311. The song was called "Beautiful Disaster". She smiled at the lyrics and when she did she felt Marcus behind her. His strong arms wrapped around her body and suddenly she heard the song playing and her smile got wide. She got to her feet and quickly found the rhythm again. They slowly danced to the song and it turned into a slow make out session more than a dance. Their lips played along each others as their tongues briefly touched. Anna slowly ground her body along his as the song found her hips and led her on. Her hands trailed up his sides to his shoulders as they danced and kissed softly. Her arms soon found themselves wrapped around him as he pulled her close. Marcus hugged her so close she sighed happily.

The happy moment was something both craved. It had been a while, but now they had their treasured moment in the sun. As they held each other Anna felt Marcus turn her slowly so she was in front of him. He sat back on the bed and had her sit in his lap. As she did his hands found her neck and shoulders. A whimper came from her throat as the hands dug into her tense muscles. Anna leaned back into his hands and savored the feeling. She cooed when he made her neck crack and sighed softly as he rubbed out a knot that was making her uncomfortable. Marcus' hands didn't stop there. He moved them lower and lower along the front of her body. Anna sighed and whimpered as his hands slipped into the front of her dress and found her bra covered breasts. A sigh came from her throat as he pinched the nipples softly. Her body softly squirmed into his lap as his hands made her nipples begin to rise and harden. Anna leaned into his chest as Marcus slowly slipped the straps of her dress off and kiss her neck. Her sighs began to become light moans of pleasure as she felt his lips on her skin. Goose bumps began to form on her legs as she slowly began to rock on him. Her top slowly came off and her white bra was the only thing in between Marcus and her aching flesh.

Marcus slowly slid the dress to her hips and she stood up so it slipped off to the floor. Her white panties matched the bra and Marcus was shocked to see the skimpy thong she was wearing. A grin on Anna's face showed she was happy to be able to shock him still.

"Le gusta Marcus?" Anna asked hungrily in Spanish.

Marcus' eyes glimmered as she spoke to him in Spanish. The last time they made love and how her talking dirty in Spanish had made them go wild was a pleasant memory. Marcus smiled as she got an impish light in her eyes and turned suddenly. She shoved him back and he smiled at how aggressive she was being. Anna put her hands on her hips and Marcus got the point. His shirt came off and her eyes shone as his flesh became visible. Her hands found his pants and as soon as the buttons came off they were tugged off and thrown to the floor. Anna smiled hungrily as she sauntered up to the bed and on her hands and knees she crawled up the length of his body until her lips met his. Her body pressed against his and they fell flat to the bed. Anna straddled his hips and her kissing became more frantic. She was becoming very hungry and only Marcus deep inside of her would satisfy that particular hunger.

As their passions became wild, it was suddenly broken by a frantic pounding on his door. Marcus sat up and Anna stayed in his lap.

"Yeah?" Marcus asked not showing any emotion.

"Coach something's wrong!" Christian's terrified voice sounded from the other side.

Anna got off his lap and Marcus grabbed his pants. He jumped into them and ran out the door. Christian was terrified as he babbled incoherently in Portuguese something about Fabiana in pain. Marcus bounded down the stairs and heard sobbing coming from the bedroom. When he rushed in he was greeted to a sight of Fabiana on her back eyes squeezed shut in agony. The sight reminded him of the darkest moment in his life. The day he found Bridgette lying on the floor in agony. The horrible memories flooded his mind briefly, but he threw them aside. This time he wasn't about to let the past repeat itself.

"Hey mami. Is it coming?" he asked softly.

Fabiana only nodded her head and let out a sharp breath.

"Get the car!" he yelled and Christian jumped too. 

Marcus slowly helped her stand and gingerly walked her to the door. Anna came down and saw what was going on and understood right away. She rushed to Fabiana's other side and took her other hand. Together they walked her to the car. Marcus got her in the back and had Anna sit with her. Anna held Fabiana's hand while Marcus drove them to the ER. It was a short drive and soon they were in front of the doors. Christian ran in and got help and a few seconds later a nurse and an orderly arrived helping Fabiana to the maternity wing. As the father he was put in the hospital gown and head gear then led along to join her. 

Anna and Marcus were taken to the waiting room. It was a few minutes later that Christian called and told them he was going to stay with Fabiana. He told them to go home and get some rest. Marcus understood and told him he would be back in the morning to see the baby. Christian was told to hang up by the doctor and apologized for being on the phone so long. Saying his good byes Marcus smiled and hung up.

"Let's go home honey. We'll come back in the morning," Marcus offered and Anna smiled happily.

She was eager to see the little bundle and was ecstatic as they walked back to the car. Getting in Anna looked at Marcus and wanted to ask him of a certain possibility, but she wasn't ready for that yet. She was too young to think of having babies so she decided that the sex would be as great as always, but for now she would stay on the pill. They drove back holding hands as Killswitch Engage played. The song "My Curse" was one of Anna's favorites. It was but a few minutes into the drive when the chorus hit and Anna felt the words. She looked at Marcus as the chorus continued and smiled brightly.

"This song is kinda like us Marcus," she said happily.

"Oh how so?" he asked back.

"When we first met I was a scared little girl. While I grew up I saw you as a strong man and my mentor. I didn't know it at first, but I feel in love with you a long time ago. I just hoped you would see it and realize how I felt," she said softly.

"A knuckle head like me, it would have taken time but I would have eventually. I'm just glad I did baby," he said as he squeezed her hand.

Anna set her head on his shoulder as they drove the rest of the way to the house. When they got there they sat in the car for a few minutes. Both relishing each others touch, and thinking of the baby and how Fabiana was doing. It was late and Anna had to train in the morning so Marcus tapped her hand and they got out of the car. Marcus draped his arm over her shoulders as they walked into the house. Anna led the way upstairs and as she crested the top of the stairs she stopped and waited for Marcus to get to the top. When he did she leaped up into his arms and he caught her. Shifting her so he carried her bride and groom style they went into the bedroom. Anna suddenly giggled when Marcus flung her on the bed. She was laughing when he jumped and landed on top of her and began to tickle her sides relentlessly. Anna squeaks and laughs made Marcus keep it up until her begging made him stop. 

Marcus laid next to Anna who was still recovering from the giggles and flopped onto his chest. She snuggled tight into him and sighed out. She was still a bit aroused from earlier, but the thought of her big brother having his baby now curtailed her lusts. She wanted to see the little one as much as they all did and hoped Fabiana would be fine. She felt Marcus' hand slide up and down her back softly and enjoyed the feeling. As she lay there enjoying the sensation of his hand gently stroking her back she felt his hand find the zipper on the dress. Slowly it was undone and Anna giggled as his skilled fingers slid the straps back down from her shoulders. Wanting to help him she got off the bed and let the dress slip to the floor. She crawled back into bed with him and smiled as he pulled her face to his and kissed her sweet lips.

Marcus held Anna's face as they kissed sweetly and she crawled on top of him. While he enjoyed the great sex they had, he always did like to see her on top of him. He enjoyed how angelic she looked as she held him or kissed him. While they kissed his hands trailed slowly down her sides making her sigh into the kiss. Her sweet tongue played with his as his hands came to a firm rest on her butt. With a moan as she felt his hands squeeze the cheeks lovingly Anna picked up the urgency of the kiss. She felt his jeans covered crotch beginning to tent under her and smiled as she broke the kiss.

"Now where were we?" she asked playfully.

Marcus smiled as he lifted his arms and she took off his tee shirt. She threw it to the floor and kissed his chest and began to lay playful bites and nips along it. Marcus groaned as she continued on her path. Anna found his pants and undid them quickly. Marcus lifted his hips and she took them off with his boxers. Marcus felt the cool air hit his exposed manhood and he sighed. Anna threw his remaining clothes to the side of the room and when she saw her prize she got a lust filled smile. As Marcus settled back to the bed she found her prize and with no words she latched her mouth on his cock. Marcus shuddered as she took him into her mouth. Remembering how good she made him feel the last time she did the same things. Marcus groaned loudly as she sucked away on him. She looked up at him while he was in her mouth and when their eyes met Marcus almost lost it. Seeing her cute face being so deliciously naughty made him lay his head back and close his eyes. The image burned into his psyche made him shake softly.

Anna pulled off him and licked him slowly making his cock twitch as she teased the length. Her hands played with his length as she licked and she heard his breath catch. Not wanting him to get off to quickly Anna slowed down and teased him mercilessly. Her mouth sucked the head of him back into her mouth and Marcus' toes curled as she tortured him softly. Anna happily bobbed away on him until she felt him suddenly shift. 

Marcus sat up and grabbed her hips. She was hesitant to release him so he got creative. Without a word he spun her so her hips found their way to his chest. Angling himself a bit he had her thong covered crotch near his face. He slid her thong to the side and saw her dripping slit. Anna suddenly felt his tongue slash along her slit and she moaned on him. With a twist he laid back so she was over the top of him and he began to devour her dripping slit. His fingers teased her clit making her shake as he continued to suckle her. Anna sat up suddenly as his tongue slid into her folds and she moaned loudly. This was new, but she was loving it. Her thick thighs draped along his head made her shake as his hands found a hold on her hips and he kept her in place.

Anna bucked slowly along his tongue and soon she felt herself come alive as his hands trailed up from her hips and got a full handful of both of her breasts. She undid the catch on her bra and threw it to the side as Marcus' fingers found her nipples and tweaked the hard buds. Anna moaned loudly as he continued and soon felt her orgasm approaching. She flung herself forward and found his cock again. She took him back into her mouth and sucked away on him trying to ignore the pleasant build up in her body. Marcus groaned and doing so sent vibrations along her clit that made Anna tense up. He kept at it and soon her hips began to grind away on his tongue. Anna tried valiantly to hold out, but in the end she couldn't. The bright spark hit her and she sat up straight on him. Her body locked and spasmed as she came. Marcus' tongue was deluged in her nectar and he growled as he continued to suck and lick her.

Anna's eyes were glued shut as he continued to eat her and soon she collapsed on him. Her shaking body was all the invitation he needed. Marcus hiked himself up and shoved Anna forwards. She whimpered as she was put on her hands and knees in front of him and Marcus got behind her. She felt his thick head as it slowly penetrated her dripping slit from behind and cried out as he bottomed in her. They had attempted something like this back in Reno, but it was far better this time around as Marcus slowly withdrew and pushed back in. Anna's hands gave out and she slumped forwards, but Marcus' hands held her hips up. She was on the bed with her face to the side as he continued his long slow strokes. Anna was in heaven as he continued. She felt his whole length slide almost all the way out and go all the way back in many times. The feelings in her body from this were too good to describe as he suddenly got playful. She felt the stinging slap and her head shot up and she yelped as she felt the fire in her body grow hotter.

Marcus grinned as he slowly rubbed the area he slapped and gripped her hips and began to pick up the pace. He heard Anna babbling under him incoherently as he kept at it. Marcus hadn't done this in a long time. The last time he was behind a woman like this he was much younger, but he still remembered the right way. Anna mewled under him as he suddenly began to surge in and out of her. She cried out as he did and soon felt her walls trembling again. Anna suddenly got to her hands and threw her head back. She looked over her shoulder at him and saw the look on his face. It was a determined look and her own lust filled eyes found his. 

"Que se siente tan bien Marcus! Más por favor!" she begged sweetly in Spanish.

Marcus grabbed her under her chest and hoisted her up so he was still in her but she was flush against him.

"You want more baby?" he teased.

"Sí entrenador. más por favor!" she begged louder.

Marcus was amazed at how naughty she was being and got a little rough with her. He shoved her back forwards and she landed on her hands with a whimper as he slammed fully into her. Anna's eyes rolled into the back of her head as he did and soon she was grunting as he slammed his hips into hers like a jack hammer. Anna felt her body come alive as he continued and soon like the last time her sweet mouth began it's litany of profanities. Her Spanish was so sweetly innocent, that the foul words that came from it made Marcus' blood boil.

His hand again slapped her ass making her moan loudly and soon she screeched as the orgasm ripped through her. Her hands gave out and she was face down again as she spasmed on him. Marcus felt it and continued his assault on her sweltering pussy. Seeing she was ready for more he flipped her over quickly and spread her long legs wide. Anna moaned as he slid back in and this time his lips met hers as the hungry kiss made them frantic in their lusts. His hips never stopped nor did hers as they bucked away at each other. Anna felt so alive and naughty she couldn't help when she bit his shoulder again. Marcus groaned loudly from the pain, but inside he was on fire. Something about her sweet innocence being made into a wanton woman was driving him mad. He immensely enjoyed their last time, but this time was getting close to the same level of pleasure.

Anna locked her legs around his hips as he slammed into her furiously and her moans and dirty talk fueled his passions even more. Anna threw her head back again and whimpered in Spanish such dirty things that Marcus couldn't help what he did next. He gave her a playful slap along her cheek. Anna felt it and something in her made her feel so naughty that she came furiously. Marcus was stunned to see that. He flipped over and she sank deep on him as she still twitched from her orgasm that it made it more intense. She threw her head back as she came and Marcus felt her nails dig into his chest like nails driven into a board. When she was done she looked down at him with such a feral look he was almost terrified by it. Anna's hips began to slam up and down on him and her beautiful features were twisted in a lust filled grimace that Marcus couldn't help his hands. They began to slap her ass with nearly every down stroke on him and Anna screamed at him in Spanish for more.

"Ai! Mas! Ai Marcus mas!" she howled

Marcus suddenly felt it bubbling in him and as she frantically bucked on him he suddenly gripped her ass with a death grip. He bellowed loudly as his cock twitched several times and then exploded deep in her. Anna felt the molten jets spurt in her and screamed as she had a violent orgasm of her own. She shook with such a fury that Marcus felt like he was going to be snapped in two by the way her hole clenched him. Her nails dug furrows into his chest that started to bleed a bit and her eyes were glued shut. Tremors washed through Anna's body as she rocked back and forth slowly. Her breathing was in short hungry gasps and her fingers would not leave their precious grip on Marcus' body. Marcus held onto her ass until she slowly stopped rocking and her eyes slowly fluttered open. Her glazed over eyes showed her pleasure as a lazy grin spread across her sweet features. Her body slowly leaned forwards and she laid flush against his chest and put her arms around his neck.

Marcus slowly released his grip on her ass and let his hands slip up around her back. He felt her breathing against him and savored the warmth of her body along his. His left hand slipped down and found the sheets and he pulled them over them. Anna giggled softly and snuggled deep into his neck. Marcus wrapped her in a tight embrace and they dozed off in each others arms.

The morning came and they quickly changed and went to the hospital. When they arrived the found out Fabiana was in the maternity ward recovering from giving birth to a very healthy baby boy. Anna's eyes lit up as they were told the blessed news. Marcus made a quick trip to the gift store and bought some flowers for the happy parents and gave them to Anna. She smiled and held them happily as they went up to the room she was in. When they walked in they saw Fabiana sleeping peacefully in a hospital room. She looked so different without the baby in her that Marcus did a double take. She had a slight smile on her lips as she slumbered due to the fact that Christian's hand was holding hers tight as he slept in a chair next to her. Marcus pointed to the desk next to them and Anna put the flowers down. As they were going to leave Marcus saw Christian wake up and see Marcus and Anna.

"Bernardo Carlos," He said softly, a huge smile came to his face saying it.

"Your grandfather's name?" Marcus asked.

"Yes sir. A great man for our family and only fitting my son have that name," Christian said sleepily in Portuguese.

"Then a great one he's going to be kiddo," Marcus said smiling.

"Thanks coach," Christian said slowly.

"Congratulations son, I can't wait to meet him," Marcus said as he patted his son's arm.

Christian stood up and hugged his coach. Marcus was the closest thing to a father he had ever known and the next words touched Marcus to the core.

"We want you to be the godfather," Christian whispered.

"How could I ever say no, son," Marcus replied as he hugged his son to him.

Anna was touched by the words and when they broke their hug she hugged her brother as well. As much as they were friends he and Anna were so much more. Like brother and sister they were. The only thing that was different between them was names, other than that they were indeed family. Anna gave him a kiss on the cheek and whispered into his ear softly.




Fighter Ch. 04



"Good luck big bro. I'm sure he's gonna be a strong boy and a ladies man like you," she quipped.

"Not like me, he going to be better," was all the happy father could say.

Marcus had Anna stay with the family as he went to get them some food. He found a nearby fast food place and got some breakfast meals for them. On his way back the phone rang. Seeing it was Nick Marcus shook his head.

"Yeah," he answered.

"Marcus, I just got word that Mijah will be training in Vegas this week man. Keep her away from Anna," he said nervously.

"Your a bit late on that man. I met Fabiano yesterday at the gym Anna's training at," Marcus said.

"Great. Aren't you two friends?" Nick asked.

"Yeah. But I'm a bit busy as Christian just had his baby," he informed Nick.

"That's great! What was it?" he asked curious.

"A boy. Gonna be a big one no doubt," Marcus said chuckling.

"I bet. Well give them my best and when were we going to put Anna on the label?" Nick asked.

"Not yet man. I want to make sure she is a genuine threat to titles before I put her in anyone's stable. For now she is my own," Marcus said somewhat defensively.

"Aw come on Marcus! If she comes to my tag she'll get the big fights and the bigger purses," Nick complained.

"No. She's fine as is. When we see how the fight goes this week I'll put it to her what she does," Marcus said firmly.

"Fine fine, just make sure she puts up a fight to remember then,' Nick said diplomatically.

Marcus didn't know why, but he hung up at that comment. He was suddenly wishing he had a way to make Nick leave them alone so he could train her properly. The only reason Marcus had fought under his label was for the notoriety of the bigger opponents. While Nick usually came through there was many times Marcus got a tomato fight. The real reason he never fought for a title was every time he fought a real opponent, either his opponent would cancel or Nick would try and go a step above and lose the fight for him. At times Marcus wanted to kill him, but he kept on and soon he fought real fighters regularly. His last fight was one that he purposely sought. The fight with Matzuzami at first was supposed to be Marcus' last step to a title. When he lost it ended that hope for him. When he fought the hard decision it ended him. He hadn't known that Matzuzami was a contender as well, but he didn't care. He relished the fight and even though he lost Marcus came away better for it. In his eyes it was the best thing that could ever have happened to him. If he hadn't lost and been where he was then he wouldn't have the precious gift in his life that was Anna.

He drove in silence back to the hospital and when he walked in with the bag of food Anna's eyes lit up. She was starving and ravaged the fruit and pancakes he got for her. Christian ate his eggs and sausage down as Marcus drank his Gatorade. Feeling somewhat agitated still he left the room. Marcus wanted nothing more than to go out for a long walk, but he had to train his fighters today. He was about to go back when Anna peeked her head into the room he was in.

"Marcus are you all right?" she asked in a sheepish voice.

"Sorta," he said somewhat harshly.

In the instance he said it he wished he could take it back and say something else.

"I'll go then Marcus..." Anna started to say when he walked up to her and hugged her to him fiercely.

"I love you Anna. I don't ever want anything to get in the way of that one fact honey," he said sincerely.

Marcus, in that moment, realized that he was only happy when he thought of her. The time in the ring was just time they had to be together as much as train. Sometimes he wished to freeze time and just be in the ring with her while she worked. Anna sensed his need and wrapped her arms around his back. He made her feel so special sometimes. For all she was Marcus made her complete. It wasn't just the sex, it was the whole thing. From the times in the ring, to the way he held her at night, Anna felt so complete by him. She wished they could be more, but she held that to herself for the time being.

Marcus broke the hug and saw the time. He knew that they had to get to the gym and do the last day of training before the day off. He went to the room with Anna under his arm and gathered Christian. They went to the gym and endured a painful series of days. As they trained they felt an energy building in them. Marcus felt it and hoped it would flourish in them and used his own knowledge of such things to help them grow. Deep down all of them knew that no matter how hard they trained it was all up to fate to decide.

The days turned into weeks then into months and soon the time drew near. Christian made his weight at one hundred fifty five pounds and Anna weighed in and one hundred and twenty five. Marcus was so very proud of how well they had grown and as the night before the fight came he treated them to a nice dinner. It was a sushi event that kept them fed, but not full. He never went into a fight on a full stomach and hoped they would heed his advice. Anna didn't as she had several helpings of the shrimp tempura. Marcus shook his head as she had a shrimp in her mouth and he couldn't hep the chuckle at her being cute again.

Christian was shaking in his boots when they went home. He was a bundle of nerves and Marcus was stunned to see it. He had never known Christian to be nervous of anything before, but something definitely had him rattled. It was in the middle of the night that Marcus pulled away from Anna and went downstairs. As he went he saw Christian sitting on the couch with a bottle of water in front of him and the TV on the UFC reruns. Christian was so lost in the show he didn't see Marcus come up.

"Burnin' the midnight oil kid?" Marcus asked in Portuguese.

"Sorry sir, I'm just scared," Christian apologized.

"It's fine kiddo. I honestly think that if we didn't get scared we couldn't find our courage to go on. Don't let that fear rule you though or you'll get sloppy. Now who's fighting?" Marcus asked coolly.

"Umm, just a few up and comers," Christian responded absently.

"That's the new blood your talking about kid, maybe one day you'll be there," Marcus pleasantly said.

"Nah Coach I don't think so. I only want this win so I can show myself and my family who I am, after this I may call it quits and take care of my son," Christian sad and Marcus nodded his head.

Having no children of his own Marcus could understand his wish to make his family his priority. Christian would always have a home in the gym if he wanted it and his child would definitely be welcome to it as well. Marcus put his arm over Christian's back and gave him a friendly hug. After a brief moment he pulled away and patted him on his neck.

"Get some sleep kid, or you won't be able to stand tomorrow," Marcus said firmly and walked to the kitchen.

"Yes sir," Christian said softly.

Marcus heard the TV turn off and got his bottle of water. He waited for a while and heard the door open and close to the bedroom. He sipped the cool water and thought hard of the upcoming day. For all he knew this was going to be two hard fought wars and the title was anyone's guess as to what would happen. Roy Green was a hard hitting champ who held nothing back. Little did he know he was facing a bound and determined fighter like Christian who never gave up even when it seemed like he should. Mijah Loriani could kill anyone at anytime in the ring, but tonight she would face Annabelle and her own strengths could be her weakness. Marcus exhaled softly as he walked back up the stairs. The many thoughts in his mind kept his feet from stopping as he was on auto pilot.

Getting to the bedroom he looked in and saw Anna was still sleeping soundly. He stood over the bed and watched her sleep. He tilted his head and leaned against the door frame as he watched her. Something in his mind still had a hard time accepting that he was still hers and vice verse. The thing that made him realize he was indeed where he was was the sound of his breathing. Marcus watched her for a long time and did nothing. Something in him wanted to just see her at her most peaceful. As the minutes drug on he realized he needed to sleep as well. He wouldn't be much good to them if he was half dead. Climbing back into the warmth of Anna's embrace put a smile back on his face. As he did she curled tight into his body and purred happily. Marcus softly kissed her forehead and pulled her along his body. Tomorrow was going to be a wild day.

The time flew by as it tends to for Marcus and the trainers. For Anna and Christian it seemed to drag on and on. As she sat in the back of the training room she and Christian did their warm ups and speed drills. Marcus had a few staff from the gym there and they worked them hard. Anna would be up first and Christian would be in the main event. Marcus had them both meditate for about an hour before the preps began. Using the deep breathing techniques he learned in Thailand from one of his training friends he hoped to calm them down. Marcus watched them breathing and softly talked to them. He used soothing words to fill their minds with positive energy. The words soothed and calmed their eager minds and he noted the effects it had. Marcus heard the crowd outside and it was getting ready for the event.

Seeing the time he tapped Anna on her arm. Her eyes slowly opened and he motioned for the shower. Anna got up and walked to the shower and began her pre fight ritual. She washed her body and it helped to wash her soul of fear. Feeling the water go down her body she steeled her nerves and when she was loose enough she turned the water off and got a towel. She wrapped it around her body and walked to the door. She finished drying off and put on her trunks and athletic bra. Anna wrapped her hair into the towel and took out her belly piercing. Once done she walked to the training table. Marcus was waiting with the tape and without a word Anna hoped up on the table and he got to work. Anna closed her eyes and focused on her breathing and nothing else.

Marcus wrapped them tight and looked into her face. She was deep breathing shaking breaths and he knew why. She was scared. It wasn't the crowd size. The fight in Reno had about three times the size of the crowd here. The only thing he could make sense of was it was involving Mijah herself. Marcus tapped her thigh softly and she opened her eyes.

"Let's get this going baby. No fear! This is your moment so get out there and seize it!" he growled.

"Yes Coach," she said with a determined nod.

Anna hoped to her feet and a trainer helped cinch her gloves on. Marcus tied the hair tie on and helped tie her hair tight to her head. Anna felt her mind go into a hard place and when she looked up and slapped her gloves together. Seeing the grim determination in her eyes Marcus felt she was more than ready. His hands found her shoulders and he rubbed them hard and she looked at the door as he spoke. Anna's ears didn't hear the words, but her mind did. He was telling her to watch for openings and go hard at any chance. Anna nodded her head softly and as soon as the door opened she walked out.

The bright lights assaulted her senses for a brief moment then her eyes adjusted. Marcus knew the song that was appropriate for her to walk to and it was one he played a lot to get her focused. "Die Trying" by Art of Dying played and the hard simple lyrics made her eyes open wide. A smile spread across her face as she walked to the cage. In the popular set up the fight was going to be in an eight sided cage. The fight was scheduled for three rounds of five minutes each. Marcus had fought a few of these in a few arenas around the world, but for Anna this was her first true Pro-Style event. The hard riff of the chorus welcomed her to the ring where she was met by the referee and was given her last minute instructions. Anna listened and as she was given the rundown her face was rubbed by the ointment of the ringside cut man. Once it was done she entered the cage and danced around it. After a complete circuit she got her footing under her and waited.

A song she didn't recognize began to play and the definite Latin sound made her want to dance. As Anna looked across the way to the landing she saw Mijah for the first time in the flesh. Mijah stood five four and weighed one hundred and twenty nine pounds. Her dark bronze skin was almost like Christians, just a shade lighter. Mijah had big brown eyes and a very cute face. It was almost impossible to believe she was a fighter as she looked too nice to be one. Her body spoke a whole different tale about her though. It was very firm and well defined sculpted abs showed. Her hips had a flare to them and her bust line was just the same size as Anna's. If it wasn't for their skin tone they could almost be mistaken for siblings. The only thing different about her was her hair that was a light brown and very thick. 

Mijah got into the ring and went to the center and raised her arms to the crowd. When they cheered for her Mijah smiled at them and did a standing back flip. Once done she looked across the ring to Anna and smiled at her playfully. For a brief moment she held the smile and after her coach patted her shoulder she retreated to the corner and waited for the announcements. The announcer did a great job getting the people in attendance hyped up for what was to come. Anna only looked away from Mijah to raise her arms to the crowd, but it was only a brief turn away. The same was true for Mijah. After all was said they walked to the center and with their coaches over their backs and listened to the referee go over the rules one last time. They touched gloves and Mijah gave Anna a respectful nod which Anna returned.

Walking backwards to the side Anna took her last full breath she was going to take for a while. She bit the mouth guard and set her feet as Marcus and the training staffs exited the cage. The ref walked to the center and after a check to both sides slapped his hands and they came out. Mijah raised her glove one last time and they tapped then the fight got underway. Mijah shot right in and grabbed Anna by the legs and forced her to her back. Anna was wide eyed at the aggressiveness of the move and countered by going into her guard. The fight quickly degenerated into a slug fest as Mijah threw a few punches at Anna who blocked them and fought to keep her position. Mijah was a cagey fighter and nearly got Anna to over extend her arm. Seeing the trap Anna was able to buck her hips and reverse the top position. Mijah was stunned at how hard Anna bucked her hips and soon found herself on the receiving end of a few hard punches. They couldn't get a good position on each other and after a minute the ref stood them back up.

He restarted the fight and this time Anna took the initiative. She faked a high punch and shot a hard leg kick forward that impacted Mijah on the inner part of her thigh. The slap was heard across the ring and Mijah hoped away to avoid another. But Anna faked her out a second time as a left hook connected with Mijah's right arm. The impact hurt, but it was nothing to Mijah. Seeing the chance Mijah got her footing and launched a straight right that hit Anna below the eye. Anna was rocked back and Mijah lunged forwards. Anna surprisingly got her balance and caught hold of Mijah's arms and turned into a textbook Judo hip toss. Mijah hit the mat and the impact jarred her. Anna quickly threw a punch and it hit, but didn't do much damage. The crowd was on their feet at the throw and Anna tried to keep the momentum going. She scored a few more hits, but again they were stood back up.

Anna got the last hit in as she did a hard jab that hit Mijah in the chin then the horn sounded. They tapped hands and went back to their corners. Marcus was already in the cage and waiting as Anna sat down and spit out the mouth guard. Marcus saw the eye that was hit looked worse than he thought. Something didn't seem right about it and when he touched it she winced noticeably.

"Shit. This isn't good," he mumbled.

Anna looked at him and he went over what she had done thus far. He complimented her on keeping the fight up and away from Mijah, but warned her to stay tight. Anna sipped the water and Marcus slathered on some more of the ointment. He hoped she wouldn't get hit again, but knew it was a risk she had to take. Seeing time was almost up he held up the mouthpiece and she bit it again.

"Stay in your fight honey! Don't give her anything!" he commanded.

Anna nodded and went back to the ring. They tapped again and the round began. Mijah stayed back and jabbed away at Anna. A few hit, but none did a lot. Anna returned the jabs with leg kicks and hard fakes. Mijah kept away from the hard stinging hits as best she could, but Anna got her again with a hard inside leg kick. Mijah feigned she was hurt and Anna rushed in to try and hit her. Mijah smiled suddenly and launched a short punch into her oncoming face hitting her right in the same spot as before. Anna's head whipped back and she went to her back. Mijah pounced like a cat and got a good mount. She rained down punches and kept at her for all she was worth, but Anna got her hands up and blocked the majority of them. 

On the side of the ring Marcus was barking commands to Anna to try and get her to equal footing. He yelled at her to swivel her hips and twist. Somehow Anna heard him over the crowd and a hip twist got her out from under the rain of blows. Mijah was stunned when Anna got loose and grabbed her. Anna fell back and locked her legs around her hips and held on tight. It was a desperate move to nullify the opponents advantage and it worked. The ref saw they would do nothing and had them stand up. Anna was slow to get up and it showed as her face was hurting badly from that punch. Mijah came right after her and Anna got a lucky break as she did a simple side move and swept Mijah's lead foot out. The risky trip worked and Mijah went face first into the mat and Anna was suddenly over her. Looking like a matador with a bull Anna side stepped her and got her back. Desperately Anna tried to lock in a choke hold, but Mijah was already turning to avoid the trap. The horn blew and they broke off. 

Anna got to the seat and couldn't help the wincing she was doing. Marcus saw she was hurt bad and it was starting to show. He knew if the doctor saw it she would probably have the fight stopped. Marcus wet a towel and dabbed her swelling with it. Anna tensed up and gripped his forearm. Marcus felt the agony she was in and kept it there. He knew that he needed to get the swelling under control for this last round if she hoped to make it out with a draw. He knew they were about even on points and decided that she needed to get one last little bit of strong offense going. Seeing the opportunity he got a crazy plan.

"Anna Superman punch her. Go right at her with it, she won't expect it. Do it honey and keep her off balance!" he whispered into her ear and she nodded.

While no one was looking he pressed his lips to the side of her face making it look like he was giving her instructions. Anna felt the kiss and sucked in a deep breath. Marcus held up the mouth guard and Anna bit down on it. He saw the garish purple bruise that was forming under her left eye and he shook his head ruefully as he walked out. Turning fast he watched and yelled at her to get her hands up. Anna walked up and touched gloves with Mijah for the last round. The crowd was anxious for something good and waited as they traded jabs and low kicks for a few seconds. The fight was building in intensity Marcus felt and suddenly it got wild. Mijah went for a quick leg take down. Anna side stepped it and spun away. Mijah got up in time as Anna jumped and extended her right hand in a fast shot. The punch hit Mijah right on the bridge of the nose and knocked her back.




Fighter Vanquished



I am a Karateka. When I was at the national championships a few years back I was raped viciously. This is my story.

I am 27 now. I have been a Karateka since I was a young girl. My swift movements and cat-like grace quickly brought me the black belt. And as I grew older and my body grew stronger, I used my technique more and more effectively. I'm of course well trained and proud of my muscular stomach. My breasts and buttocks nicely complement eachother. I have long black hair and I am considered fairly pretty. Overall, I'm pretty content with the way I was made.

Eventually, I came out in the national championships, were I won several times. One year, I will never forget.

I came back from a training session. It seems all so stupid now, but instead of turning left, I turned right. In stead of ending up in the dressing room, I ended up in the catacombs of the stadium. I'm not easily scared and the tunnel like place I ended up in was a bit fascinating. I walked a little bit down it, enjoying the silence and the semi darkness. Small lights were hanging every couple of meters, but their light was insufficient to prevent shadowy spots between each light. I passed a stairway that was completely dark, probably from a broken light.

Suddenly I felt a presence behind me. It almost seemed dreamlike as from one second to the other my heart started beating overtime. Someone was behind me and I felt immediately in danger. Your feeling never lies in situations like these. My sences felt double accute and as I turned with my fist clenched, arm outstretched in a move to punch whoever was behind me out, the world seemed to move in slow motion. But whoever was behind me was faster, and more furious. He blocked my shoulder with his hand and moved in close in the same motion. His hands moved around my body and over my breasts and I could feel him against me. He sighed a long whispering breath into my ear "Ohh baby, I'm going to fuck you so bad". I am not easily scared. I have a blackbelt in Karate and can hold my own against any man, but at that moment, with the speed and effortless of his movements and the animal like longing in his words, I knew I might die. I tried to move into a crouch in order to throw him. But his response was so swift, Oh God. In stead of blocking my throw I felt his tongue lick my neck and his hands squeeze my breasts. I halted in mid movement. Nobody had ever trained me for an attack so personal, so intimate. I could hear his soft laughter close to my ear and he actually sucked the lobe! Then suddenly, he turned me and through me against the opposite wall with such a force that I was stunned. In this moment he came at me with one big stride, grabbed the front of my clothes and ripped it open with one tear. As I gasped with the shock of my exposure, my breast came free with violence and I could feel the cold rush of air against my nipples as they bobbed up and down a moment. My clothes hung around me in threads and then I shamed myself. I could see his cold eyes move down my body, first absorbing my breasts then my waist and finally coming to rest on my exposed crotch. In stead of adopting a fighters' pose my female responses took over and I covered the black triangle between my legs and my breasts with my hands. He looked up and held me with his eyes as he slowly took off his jacket. As the shock of the moment left me, I saw my chance. I moved my left leg forward and with clenched fist struck at his mid section, aiming at a point behind him to achieve maximum impact, just like I had learned. I had dropped other men with lesser blows. But he moved like a cat. His right arm blocked mine and moved it harmlessly to the side. Immediately he moved behind me moved his arms under my armpits and his hands behind my head in a classic immobilising movement. Then he slowly started exerting pressure on my head. As my head moved forward my buttocks moved backward. I could feel his erection pushing through his trousers against my asshole. The strength to resist just ebbed out of me as a thought flashed through my mind: "Oh God, please don't let him fuck me in my behind". I had never been fucked in the ass before.

His predatory mind must have been accutely tuned to my response because he sweeped my legs from under me and turned my body in one swift move. I slammed down hard on my knees in front of him. Icried out in pain, but he grabbed my hair and forced my face upward. I looked up fearfully into his eyes. He bent down to my face, closed his eyes momentarily and smelled the air. "Hmm, my proud karateka. You are such a pleasure." Then his eyes opened and he cupped my head with his hand and pulled it close. "Now it is time for you to pay the price of defeat." His other hand moved to his pants and with one practiced movement pulled it away. His penis was enormous. I had always had boyfriends with small members. It had never failed to please me. Seeing his member half erect, I could feel my pussy contract with fear. He took his member in his hand and brought it close to my face. "Now, be a good girl and please me." As he said this his other hand moved around my throat and closed the wind pipe. Unvolentarily my mouth opened to gasp for breath. He used the moment to slide his cock into my mouth. "Remember, now. If you try to fight me with your teeth, you will loose more than your pride." He loosened the grip on my throat and my lips closed on him. I felt a fear I had never felt before. Not a fear for my life or something concrete. But an intense primal fear. A fear that destroyed my will to fight. A fear that only screamed "please let this end" over and over again in my head. I sucked his dick. But he wasn't happy yet. "Look at me when you suck me". I looked up into his black eyes and they seemed to look right through me with a feral intensity. He moved my head back and forth with his hand. Now holding on to my long black hair. I felt him grow in my mouth and I heard his breathing growing heavier.

Then suddenly, he gripped my hair and pulled me against the wall. A scream escaped from my mouth as he did so. He moved closely against me and started kissing my neck. I looked up against the ceiling in despair and I knew that I couldn't help myself. Then he tried to kiss my mouth. I moved my head sidewards to evade him. But then, I felt his hands between my legs. "Oh God no", I pleaded. But he was slowly gliding up and down my mound, letting his finger softly caress the slit between my legs. He whispered into my ears: "Spread your legs wide for me". His finger slid into my pussy and his thumb starting rubbing my clit. "Spread your pussy wide open", he sighed. Tears started running down my face as I felt my pussy getting wet. The ultimate betrayal of my own body. "Hmmm", he said as he slid two fingers into my cunt. His leg slowly slid my legs apart. I didn't resist. No! I couldn't resist. Then he moved his head down. His lips started circling my nipples. Slowly, gently he sucked them one by one. I could feel them getting hard. His fingers moved faster into my pussy. "Please, don't do this", I cried. But as I said this he rubbed his thumb hard against my clitoris and a moan escaped me. He knelt in front of me and looked up. I looked down on him. Powerless against a man on his knees. He kept looking me in the eye as his tongue caressed the slit. Slowly licking from the back to the front he didn't press hard against the soft flesh. Only at the top, he suddenly pressed his tongue inside. His tongue against my pleasure spot sent a electric shock through my body and I arched my back as I pushed my pussy into is mouth. He started sucking me ferouciously and slid his finger inside me again. My thoughts were a jumbles as fear and pleasure strove for dominance. Then his face was in front of me againg. His cold eyes betrayed little emotion. His hand suddenly grabbed me hard between my legs and he seemed to inhale the fear that gained supremacy instantly. Then he pressed his lips against mine and forced his tongue into my mouth. He started massaging my pussy again and moved to my ear. I knew what would be next. His hand guided mine onto his dick. I was again scared by its size. "I have never seen such a tight pussy before in my life". He looked into my eyes for emphasis. "Have you ever been fucked so hard that your tits shook with the shock of his body slamming into yours?" He said this with vile intensity. Distustingly, I answered with a shaking "no". "Your going to spread your pussy wide open for me, little champion." As he said this he slowly slid this penis up and down against my cunt. "Then he grabbed my buttocks and push me forward. I could feel his penis slide slightly into me. "Hmm, you sporting girls have such tight buttocks."

Somehow, I gained some control over myself again. As he was sliding his penis into me slowly, he looked down. I brought my hands together into a combined fist and slammed them upwards under his chin. His head snapped back with the force of the blow and I pushed him away from me. I jumped away from him, but he managed a quick response and brought his leg up. I felt it connect with my shin and I fell to the ground, dashing my hopes of escape. I tried to get up but I felt his hand under my waist. With a heave he turned me on my back. "Very good. You are a fighter," he looked me straight in the eye as he said this. "But now the fight is over. Now, I will punish you." He knelt down in front of me and in a reflex I brought my knees up. He smiled and put both his hands on my knees. I held them closed with all my might. His smile faded from his face. Suddenly his faced contorted in a grimace and with vicious strength he janked open my legs wide. Not waiting a second he laid himself down on me. I felt a fear well up in my throat as he his tongue licked my nipples again. Teasing, moving from one breast to the other. "Please, let me go. I won't tell anyone," I whimpered. His face came up to me and he said "of course, I'll let you go." Stupidly, I smiled gratefully. And then, without warning, he pushed his penis into me. I felt his huge member sliding deep into my pussy and a painful moan escaped me "Oh God, nooooo". Automatically, I opened my legs as wide as I could to avoid the pain. But he just used this to push himself into me even deeper. Then, he was into me to the hilt. My back arched as I tried to accomodate him. Then he slid out of me again. My back slid back to the ground. I tried to push him away by pushing my hands against his chest. But he slammed back into me and my hands slid past his body as the shock of his thrust and the deep penetration turned my muscles into jelly. A slight scream escaped my mouth. He slid out againg and immediately rammed it in again. I screamed haltingly "Oh oh oh." He started to pick up a vicious rythmn as he rocked my body. My breast swung back and forth as he fucked me ever harder. Screams escaped my mouth every time the impact hit my body and his penis slid deep into me. I felt the constant friction against my clitoris wetten me. I didn't care anymore. I was beyond caring. Somehow my mind seemed to drift away into a semi-consciousness and I could almost see us from a distance. A slim, muscular girl with long black hair and her legs spread wide, her mouth opened in a painful extacy. A strong muscular man with black hair and a large penis fucking her so hard that her large breasts almost hit her face with every thrust. But he wouldn't have me drifting away. Suddenly, he stopped. I thought he had come. But he quickly turned me around and positioned me on my knees in a doggy-like position. I had barely time to register what was happening. Then I felt him slide into my pussy again. Quickly, he picked up pace again. I could feel and hear the slap against my buttocks as he had his way. His hand slid over my breasts as he fucked me and massaged my nipples almost painfully. "Look at me," he said hoarsely. There was no will to fight in me anymore. Through my jumbled hair I looked back at him over my shoulder, wit hevery thrust a little scream escaped my half opened mouth. His hands moved over my ass and he started to fuck me even harder. My mouth opened, but no sound came out of it. Only a panting breath every time he penetrated me. "God, you're good," he cried. I knew he was on the verge of coming. Perhaps my ordeal would finally end.

He slid deep into me, then halted. I expected a hoarse cry of pleasure and my body relaxed a bit. It was over.

I felt his penis slowly slide out of me. My pussy contracted slightly with slow friction against the now very sensitive spots. Then he was out of me. I exhaled. But I wasn't ready yet. My body tensed as I felt his penis penetrating my asshole. I had never been fucked like that! "I tried to get on my knees but his strong hands pushed my back to the ground. "Please!! You're too big for me," I cried. But he would have none of it. Without any regard for my pain, he pushed himself all the way in. A gutheral cry came from deep within me "Ohhhhhh Goooodddd". Slowly he started moving in and out. His hands were holding on to my waist as he pulled my buttocks back when he pushed himself into my small hole. He had to use force with every thrust. My virginal behind being widened as he did so. His thrust picked up speed as he slid into me easier with every thrust. I felt myself floating away again as the familiar slap-slap started again. I could hear an almost constant crying out now and it took me a moment to realize it was mine. It was like a constant scream and it was almost a scream of pleasure now. The ripple of my flesh, my breasts, the scream in my throat with every thrust suddenly froze as my body stopped in mid motion. I started shaking and uncontrollably push back onto him. I came up slightly as a high pitched scream rolled from my throat in an incredible orgasm. I heard his grunting as I felt the warm liquid squirted into me wave after wave. Then I fell forward. Unconsciously. When I woke up, he was gone



Fighter



Marcus walked back to the police who took over from there. He then went to the hospital and had his arm checked out. It took twelve stitches to close the knife wound. He was given some antibiotics and left, refusing the pain killers as he didn't need them. He was used to pain after all. He had sustained numerous fractures and breaks during his fighting career, so a little cut wasn't going to bug him. He returned to his apartment at just after three am. He was about to collapse onto his couch when he saw that he had a few messages. He decided to listen to them in the morning. Exhausted, he dragged himself to bed.

A week went by and Marcus had to file a report for the police. He was also given a subpoena to appear in court to face the youths and to be a witness for the girl. He took it all in stride and when he was in the court room he saw her and she waved to him eagerly. It made him feel good to see that she appeared to be better and he nodded his head politely and waved back. He and his lawyer listened to the arguments for the assault charges that had been filed against the little fucks who had attacked her and the one that had stabbed him. The judge denied them bail and the court date was set. His lawyer indicated he would begin the preparations for the trial.

He looked over at her and saw the way she looked at the men as they were led away and he was surprised by the intensity of her gaze. She wasn't afraid of them, but angry. Marcus noticed it wasn't just anger but hatred. He walked to her and gently placed a hand on her shoulder. He didn't want this girl to let these three punks influence her ideas of white men. He was a white man and he would never do something like that to a child. She jumped and looked up at him, her brown eyes meeting his green ones.

"It looks like you're doing better," he said smiling. She nodded her head and looked at her feet sheepishly. He patted her shoulder and she slowly looked up to him.

"I never said thank you for helping me did I?" she asked him timidly.

"Don't mention it," he said all smiles.

Her eyes brightened and she hugged him. This time there were no tears, just a genuine happiness as she thanked him with her hug. He hugged her back and heard her sigh. He patted her on the back and she looked up at him and he returned her smile. After a moment he pulled back and then he nodded his head and walked out of the courtroom.

Marcus went back to his gym and back to training his top recruits. He had two that he knew could make it to the pros if they trained hard enough and he was relentless in their training. He kept them sweating like mad as he tortured them. He also showed them how to do things the correct way as he sparred with them in the ring. They found out that what he had to teach was well worth the effort as they each took a pummeling from both his hands and his feet. He had them watch their own fights from video and to study every aspect of it. It was during one such session that he saw the door to the gym open and a small figure walk in.

"Stay here and watch it. I want to get one more match in before you call it." he told them as he got up.

"Yes coach." they said in unison.

Marcus walked to the door and saw the girl standing there with a book bag over her shoulder.

"Well now, if it isn't my favorite teenager," Marcus said his voice full of humor. She smiled at him and handed him his card. He took it and looked at her confused.

"I want to take lessons sir. I don't want to be a victim again." she said, a look of determination in her eyes.

"Oh?" he asked her, tilting his head.

He wasn't a big man at all. He was five eight and one hundred and fifty five pounds. He was lean yet had a solid body of cord hard muscles that rippled under his skin like a hunting cat. She was not even five feet tall, maybe four eight and ninety pounds. But she did have a look in her eyes that made him see her in a new light. It was the same look he saw in the eyes of his recruits that went on to fight in the ring. He took a long moment to study her features then he decided to test her.

"OK, I see you think you have the mindset for it, but I don't think you want it," he said dismissively. She dropped her bag and stood there defiantly as she put her hands on her hips. She gave him a hard look and he hid his smile. She had the stubbornness it seemed, that was always a good thing.

"Look little girl, fighting isn't a thing for people who want to be cool. It's a lifestyle. If you can't handle the training then you don't belong here. Now I'm going to ask you this one last time. Why should I let you?" he asked in the same dismissive tone. He saw her eyes narrow.

"Because I am no victim!" she yelled in his face.

The fierceness in her look and the tone she took spoke volumes to him. He smiled at her then nodded his head. She had the spark. He picked up her bag and took her to his office. He handed her three forms. 

"The first is the membership contract for a one month trial. The second is a waiver form that you have to sign and have your parents sign in order to train here. The third is a contract that if I teach you, you won't go around picking unnecessary fights. I won't stand for it. You train here and you learn from me how to fight and protect yourself, not become a bully," he said sternly.

She eagerly took the papers and signed the ones she could. The waiver she put in her bag then jumped to her feet.

"I'll be back tomorrow sir. Thank you so much!" she chirped at him.

As she turned to leave he called out. He had heard her name in court, but in the madness of the time he had forgotten it.

"What's your name, or should I just keep calling you my favorite teenager?" he asked allowing the grin to return to his face.

"Annabelle Melendez." she said as she ran back. She had the same sheepish look on her face as she looked at him. 

"Well Annabelle, I'm Marcus. In private you can call me that, in training it's sir or coach," he said then added , "Got it?" 

"Yes coach!" she said like she meant it.

They shared one last look and she ran home. He was smiling as he went back to training and his men suffered for the rest of the day. He was locking up when he looked out the window of the gym and saw her heading for the door. He opened it and she bounded in happily. She had the waiver in hand and he examined it. It was signed by her father and he nodded his approval.

"During school you will only come here if you keep up at least a B average. If your grades fall below that you won't be allowed in here. I know that money is tight so I'll make you a deal. Keep the grades up and do as I tell you and you can train here for free until you are old enough to get a job," he said, his voice serious. 

She brightened up at the thought and her head bobbed up and down excitedly. She saw him hold out his hand and she shook it with vigor. He smiled at the enthusiasm this one had.

"Go home and get prepared. The weekends are the best days to train and train for real. See you then." he said softly as she bounded out the door.

It started off easily enough for Annabelle. At first he taught her simple defense techniques. He showed her how to balance herself as she kicked a bag. His other trainers took time with her and she was taught many other things. Nothing was made easy to her as she was to find out. Her body ached each day that she returned home, but she was happy for it. She truly felt alive when she trained and she enjoyed the discipline it gave her. True to her contract her grades never slipped below a B and for a few semesters she had straight A's. 

Marcus was pleased as the days turned into weeks and she still came in. Then he saw the weeks become months, then slowly years. He was getting older he realized, but was still in the prime of his conditioning so he dated a bit. He never did find a woman he could be happy with so he gave it up after a while. Instead he focused on his fighters and their progress. One that always kept showing up was a little girl that was slowly blossoming into a strong young woman.

Annabelle was relentless in her training he noticed. It had been four years and he was still amazed at the little girl who had come into his gym as a scrawny little thing and who was now a knock-out. It seemed that she had grown so fast over the teenage part of her life and he was a witness to the changes as they happened. She had stopped growing for now and had topped out at five foot three. She had put on weight in her hips and butt, but it was firmed by the rigors of the training. She had washboard abs and her arms had a good solid tone to them. Her legs were thick as steel beams and just as strong. Her face had also changed from that of a cute little girl to an attractive nineteen year old. Her hair was a thick raven mane which she kept pulled back into a ponytail while she trained.

Marcus had watched her grow and he was amazed at how quickly she had taken to the lessons he gave her. She took to Thai kick boxing like a pro and quickly to boot. Her ground game was also very solid, but he noticed she had more stand up power to her. Her legs could easily do the splits and she had a good range for her size. He saw her defense needed a bit of work, but other than that she could hold her own against just about anyone in the gym. He also noted that she was agitated as of late. She had recently dated one of the guys from the gym and it ended horribly. He heard that she had literally kicked his ass for trying to feel up her chest. She'd said no. He didn't stop and she kicked him in the chest and it was hard enough to send him to the hospital. When he found out about it Marcus had kicked him out of the gym and scolded her for how she handled it. She took the scolding in stride and learned from it.

Several weeks after that incident, Annabelle came to the gym and was in tears. Her parents had told her to stop all the gym nonsense and to focus on getting a nice boy to settle down with. Finally she understood that they questioned her sexuality. They were very traditional and their daughter continuing with fighting just wasn't acceptable. In the beginning it was just supposed to be away for her to empower herself and to learn some self defense, but as time went on they could see that fighting had become the focal point of her life. 

Marcus listened to her as she told him that she had been kicked out. Her father had laid down the law; it was either his way or she would have to leave. And so she had left. And now she was barely able to scrape by in the small weekly where she was now living. She sobbed as she told him she couldn't afford to train any longer as she needed her money to live. It was when she tried to explain that she had tried every which way she could and had even resorted to skipping meals that he made up his mind.

For him, it wasn't even a consideration that she would quit after working so hard for all of these long years. And so he offered her a place in the gym. It was just a small room that was behind his office. It had a bed and TV and he'd allowed others to use it from time to time. She took it and offered to work for him as well. He told her that she could cleanup and wash the towels each night as well as pay him a modest fee for living there and training.

Anna gazed at him with something like hero worship, only he did not notice.

~***~ 

"Harder Anna, I want there to be a crack when you kick it." Marcus said as he saw her slowing down.

"Yes coach!" she said aloud as she kicked the bag harder, finally making the noise that he wanted to hear. 

He knew that she was ready for amateur fights. He really thought about it. It would be easy for her to try. She could easily do well in the amateur arena. He watched her long and hard as she savaged the bag then made up his mind.

"Anna, come to my office." he said as he walked away.

"Yes coach." she said and quickly removed her gloves and grabbed her towel. She mopped her brow of sweat then went to his office.

When she entered he was already sitting down and had his hands on the desk in front of him, fingers laced. He leaned forward and nodded his head to the seat across from him and stared at her for a long time, noting how she had grown.

"So I see you got your act together finally," he began slowly.

She was shocked at the bluntness of his words. He then continued, "I want you to think long and hard about the next thing I have to say. I think you're ready for the amateur fights here in the city. Maybe if you got the grit for it you'll fight in a few bouts to see where you are." He said while smiling broadly.

Annabelle was shocked. He was always hard on her, but now he was admitting that he thought she was good enough to get into the ring. She was beaming with excitement as she nodded her head. Her eyes were bright as she did and that was all he needed to finally make up his mind. She was ready, now the hard part was to come.

The next two months of Annabelle's life was pure misery as he woke her early and trained her hard daily. Her life was simple: she worked, ate, slept, and trained. Her body was nearing its breaking point and yet he would not relent. She would go to bed exhausted and sore, but when the lights came on she was awake and full of energy. She ran with him ten miles each morning. He was fast and she at first couldn't keep up, but after a while she was able to keep him in sight as she ran harder, making her lungs work for the honor of fighting for him. He was brutal as he had her spar with the guys that were bigger than her. He was pushing her to her peak daily and she realized that she was loving it.

One night after he had finished with her training and had locked up, he went to turn off the lights in the shower. As he turned the corner he saw her there fully nude. He was stunned, and cursed himself for not remembering that because she now lived here, he had to remember not to just barge in. But as he stood there, for some reason he couldn't look away. In all of the time that he had known her and trained her, he had never seen her in such a way. She was truly a lovely young woman. And from what he saw of her backside and legs she wouldn't have any problem turning a head or two. She definitely had his attention. He turned away before she could see him and left without a word. He went to his office and went over his numbers. He was in the green and she was a good reason why. He noted a lot of younger guys were coming around and he could only guess it was to watch her. He smiled at the publicity he was getting from her and chuckled a bit at it.

Annabelle had seen Marcus in the doorway. Her breath became shallow as the thought of him seeing her naked made her shudder inside. She had never gotten over the near rape from those years ago. In reality she had pushed the memory of those men and what they had done aside, but it was Marcus that she had never gotten over. 

He had held her tight when she had cried and she had felt so safe. At night when she lay in the bed that he let her use, she regularly touched herself to thoughts of him. She had desperately wanted him to join her in the shower, but she was too scared to say it. She turned off the water and looked down at her body. She was aroused, evidenced by her dark thick nipples that were now standing straight out. She sighed as she rubbed them, causing a jolt of fire to travel straight to her now soaking slit. She mumbled his name as she pinched her nipples then slowly leaned against the cool wall and allowed her hand to move between her thighs. She rubbed her clit softly as she pictured him standing there in the shower shirtless. She bit her lip as she felt the pleasure course through her body like an electric jolt. It didn't take long before her fingers began to move faster and harder along her sensitive clit. She whimpered and panted as she frantically diddled the little bud to the peak of what she could handle. She gasped and shuddered as she had an orgasm that ripped through her like a massive blast. Clamping her thighs she captured her hand as she shook violently while she climaxed. Whimpering she slowly slid to the floor and sighed as the cool tile touched her hot skin. She writhed against the wall for a long while then got it under control. That was the hardest she had cum in a while. She took a shaky breath then got to her feet. 

With shaky hands she wrapped a towel around her nude body and walked to the office. She was drying her hair with another towel when she walked in, not realizing that he would still be there. It was just then that her towel slipped and she made a mad grab for it but it hit the floor leaving her completely nude. She met his eyes in abject horror even though just a moment ago she had been fantasizing about him looking at her nude. She squeaked as she pulled the towel quickly against her body.

"Oh god coach!" she screamed.

"Oh shit! I'm so sorry Anna. Fuck!" he said embarrassed.

He turned his head so that he was looking at the wall and she ran by him to the back of the office and to her room, her backside completely exposed for him to see. She slammed the door and blushed fiercely. Her mind screamed that she had shown off her goodies to him, and that in itself did not bother her. She wanted him to see her; just not like this! She also found herself highly aroused again. Her slit was now alive again and burning between her thighs and her nipples were as hard as diamonds. She had goose bumps along every inch of her skin. She tried to calm down, but it was useless. A knock at her door jolted her back to reality.

"Just a second!" she yelled as she put on a long shirt and some shorts. 

She tried to hide her nipples, but they were screaming through her shirt for his touch. She opened the door slowly and peeked her head out. He was standing there smiling at her sheepishly. Her heart began to race even faster. To her he was simply beautiful, from his piercing green eyes that seemed to see everything at once, to his perfect body that had not an ounce of fat. His light hair was always cut so short that she still wasn't sure what color it was and there were days that she stared long and hard at it. He wasn't tall and he wasn't overly muscled but he carried himself with such strength that he seemed like a giant.

"I'm sorry Anna. I wasn't thinking. Are you ok, honey?" he asked, concerned that he had embarrassed her.

"I'm fine coach. I should have checked to see if you were here. My fault entirely." she said with a red face.

"OK then. Get some sleep because tomorrow is the big night for you. You got a simple fight against a girl like yourself who hasn't fought yet. So be ready," he said as he walked away. 

She shut the door and flopped on the bed. She was so turned on it was scary. She stripped out of her clothes and licked her fingers and then used them to pinch and stroke her nipples. She groaned as she did, her body writhing on the bed. She led her fingers down to her slippery mound and she sighed as they found her swollen clit and rubbed it frantically. Her finger was poised at her opening and she slipped it in and cried out. Her head began to whip along the bed as she diddled her clit while her finger slid in and out of her. She longed desperately for Marcus to be here and do this for her. Her back arched as her fingers found a spot that made her body flare to life. Her mind went blank as she fingered her slippery pussy to a mind blowing orgasm. She shuddered as she turned her head and bit her pillow to stifle the scream that would definitely have come through her lips had she not. She bucked against her fingers and her legs twitched violently as she felt the last of the orgasm settle in her. After a long while of twitching and shaking she grabbed her towel and dabbed between her soaked thighs. The sensations made her shudder again. She put back on her long shirt and rolled over into bed not realizing she had been seen.




Fighter



Marcus had gone outside and was walking up the stairwell to his apartment when he happened by the window to her room. He caught a glimpse of her and it stopped him cold. She was naked on her bed masturbating! She was too lost in her own pleasures to realize he was watching her. He watched as she tweaked her stiff nipples and his breathing became shallow. He was in awe as she fingered her clit. He then got the show of his life when she slipped her hand between her thighs and plunged a finger into her pussy. He was amazed as she writhed on the bed and he saw her bite the pillow as her body shook madly. He leaned against the wall and felt his own body throbbing. He looked down and a bulge had appeared in his shorts. He knew he shouldn't think it, but damn if that wasn't the hottest thing he had seen in a long while.

It had been a long time for Marcus after all. He was hard at work so dating was not the thing he wanted to put up with after dealing with a cadre of young eager fighters. He had been married twice, neither had ended as he had wanted. His first had been a marriage to a beautiful woman named Nadine. She was a voluptuous Black woman who was nineteen to his twenty. In a defiant show of youthful exuberance, they had fallen madly in love and eloped to Las Vegas. She was happy with him, but her father wasn't. He was a racist and had demanded she annul the marriage or he was going to kick her to the curb and disown her. As they both were starving college students, she felt that she had no choice and had left him after two months of marriage. The loss stung him, but deep down he understood that she was only doing what she had to do in order to preserve her family and to survive. It was shortly after that he left for Thailand.

Marriage number two was to a lovely woman named Bridgette. She was a stunning brunette that was twenty five to his twenty four. She was in the Air Force stationed in Thailand and they met on the beach while he was training. It was instant chemistry for them and soon it was love. They married and lived together for three years in Thailand before she got pregnant. They were so excited for the baby that he was ready to fight his last fight and live his life in contentment with just her and the little one. It all came crashing down when he heard her in the bathroom screaming and crying. He entered the room to see blood everywhere. He called the ambulance and by the time they got there she was unconscious and fading. She died in surgery and in that devastating night he lost his entire family. 

Other than the occasional one night fling, Marcus hadn't had a serious relationship in a long while. He got to his apartment and his cock was not going down. He grabbed an ice cube and stroked it along his shaft, determined that he would not give in to an urge to jerk off, only the ice hurt him worse then he realized it would. Cursing, he grabbed his lotion and began to stroke his cock. The image in his mind made his body contract hard. He saw Annabelle on her back, legs wide and fingering herself and his pace quickened. He didn't realize how bad it was until he opened his eyes and spurted a large load into the sink. It didn't want to stop either as he pumped nine huge ropes into the basin.

"Oh fuck!" he breathed as he finally stopped.

He was shaking as he opened his eyes and saw his sink was covered in his sperm. He had never come that hard in his life. The hardest had been when he and Nadine had first made love. He shook the thought from his head and washed his sink out. He then went to his bedroom and flopped on his bed. His dreams that night were jumbled and his sleep was restless.

The night of the first fight was one that was supposed to be spent in calm preparation, but Annabelle was a mess. She was nervous, to say the least, as Marcus got her into the sports center and took her to the back. For three hours they watched fight films and did sparring drills. Marcus coached her into paying attention to the happenings in the ring. They watched a few fights that were good training videos and she got a strategy in her mind. His words coupled with the videos made things appear clearly for her. She was less nervous, yet she was excited. This was her time to shine. She had only one chance to make a good showing and she was going to make the best of it.

Marcus looked at the clock and noted that it was one hour until fight time. He led her to the locker room and started the process of getting her ready. He had her take a shower with hot water to loosen her up. She didn't scrub, only allowed the heat and spray to soak in. He then had her dry off but sit down with the towel around her while he retrieved a jar of muscle rub which he massaged into her arms and legs. She enjoyed the feeling of his hands rubbing her body. It helped relax her. He had her change into an athletic bra and a pair of trunks, which is what she would fight in, and then he had her sit on the table while he worked on the ankle wrappings. They were not going to be wearing body protection other than a cup. The gloves were the new standard MMA gloves and Marcus knew they didn't afford the greatest protection, but he knew she was ready for it. He got between her legs then lifted one leg at a time to wrap her ankles. He got them good and tight then he wrapped her hands and wrists. She was breathing shallowly as he did and then when he was done he slid the gloves on her hands. She was nervous as hell and he saw it.

"Relax Anna, it'll be over before you know it," he comforted her.

"I'm scared coach. I got all those people out there, and they are gonna be watching me. I'm so scared coach." she said her voice trembling.

"If it will make you feel better, I lost my first fight," he said plainly.

"You did?" she asked incredulously.

"Yup, I was a bundle of nerves like you are now. The only reason I got a second fight is I made a good fight of the first one," he said, using a comforting tone that reminded her of the way he had talked to her that night of the attack. He then looked her in the eyes seriously and continued. "Don't worry about winning or losing tonight, honey. It will work itself out on its own. I want you to go in there and fight like I've shown you. Use you Thai style to keep her at bay, and then crush any openings. I want the same intensity you have in training to be put to the floor tonight," he said voice growing to the tone he used in training.

"Yes coach," she said her eyes focusing.

"I'm sorry, did you say something?" he said in a mocking tone.

"YES COACH!" she screamed in his face.

"Good!" he growled back to her.

He looked at the clock and spoke to her as he helped her to her feet. He got behind her and tied her hair into a tight pony tail. She winced as he cinched it tight, but was grateful that he did when she tossed her head and it didn't budge. He rubbed her shoulders and spoke words of encouragement to her and eventually the only thing she could hear was her own breathing. His words became a hazy voice in the background. She saw one of the officials open the door and motion them out. They walked down the aisle and she saw the venue was packed. The auditorium they were in held about six hundred people, all clambering for a good show. She simply concentrated on her breathing. She saw the ring and her opponent was already climbing in it. She saw a skinny white girl with red hair. The girl danced around the ring trying to loosen up and she kept her head down. She climbed into the ring and noticed it felt the same as the one back in her gym. 

The announcer got the crowd's attention and announced her opponent. She was in her corner staring intently at the girl across from her. Marcus was behind her and talking to her, intent on keeping her mind focused. This time she actually heard it and the words were simple.

"She's about your size Anna. Go for her legs and keep her off balance. She is a righty so keep your left up. Attack when you see the opening. You got this, baby girl!" He shouted in her ear.

She felt the energy in his voice and it sent her mind into the zone. She couldn't explain the power she felt from his strong words, but it was there. Annabelle heard her name announced and then was led to the center of the ring. The referee gave them last minute instructions and she nodded as she stared a hole in her opponent. They tapped gloves and went back to their corners. Marcus had her mouth guard ready and she bit into it. She then bounced up and down, slapped her gloves together and then turned to face her opponent. 

The bell rang and she rushed into the corner cutting her opponent off. The girl barely got her hands up before Annabelle struck hard. A vicious knee kick landed in the girl's midsection sending her staggering back. Anna then launched a flurry of left and right cross punches at her, catching her several times, and then she got the cinch on her neck. Annabelle used the Thai kickboxing style and savaged her midsection with a barrage of knees and the girl slumped away from her. As she was trying to get back she made a devastating mistake and dipped her head. Anna's knee shot up and caught her flush on the jaw. Her head was rattled and she staggered back again. She tried to get distance but Annabelle got to her first and a right uppercut caught her in the jaw sending the girl to the floor. The referee got in between them and started his count. He was at seven before the girl even got her head up off the floor and then she was done.

Annabelle listened to the crowd erupt but it wasn't until she heard the bell ring that she realized she'd won! She turned back, eyes wide as Marcus came into the ring and she jumped into his arms. She screamed arms up above her head while he hugged her tightly.

"That's my girl!" he said loudly but she barely heard him over the cheering fans.

She looked back to the girl and went over to her once Marcus had let her down. She grabbed her hand and then leaned in and whispered to her not to let this get her down. She hugged the girl who in good sportsmanship returned it then went back to her corner. As she turned back she saw that Marcus had a shirt ready for her and she slipped it on. She looked down at it to see that it was the gym's logo done in the Tap Out design patterns. She was elated at what she was representing. The announcer pulled them both to the middle of the ring and gave the decision.

"Ladies and gentleman we have a stop to this contest. The winner of the bout due to a knock out at one minute ten seconds of the first round: Annabelle Melendez!" he said loudly into his microphone as the referee raised her arm in victory. The crowd cheered their approval.

She was led to the back after she shook hands with her coaching staff and the fight promoter. Marcus led her through the crowd that was cheering wildly for her, slapping her arms and back as she passed through them. She was elated. She'd won! She was all butterflies when they made it back to the locker. She jumped up and down excitedly and Marcus could only smile. She had done something that he hadn't; she had won on her very first fight! He was proud of her, to say the least. He sat her down and began to get the wrappings off of her. She was squirming and talking excitedly and he looked up at her in amusement.

"Calm down and let me get you unwrapped Anna," he said, a smile on his face.

"Sorry Coach. I'm soooo happy I did it!" she squeaked and jumped off the table to hug him.

She'd done it to make him proud and she was elated at the smile that she saw on his face. He stared at her with an impressed look. He then picked her up and slammed her on her butt and she yelped.

"OW!" she squeaked.

"The tape will cut off your circulation if it stays on too long. Now sit still," he said, voice becoming stern.

She relented and he got the wraps off her feet and hands. He finally let her get up and had her do a series of cool down exercises. He had her stretch and do a few arm curls to get loose, and then had her take a shower. She was so happy in the shower she couldn't see straight. She washed her body to get the rub off and then came out in a towel and saw that he had her clothes ready. She watched him leave and in her mind wished that he had stayed. She reached a hand out as he left, but he was too far away to touch. She sighed and got dressed. It was the same tee shirt with the gym logo on it and black yoga pants with flip flops. She finished dressing and let her hair down. It streamed down her back to her shoulders and she shook it out. It looked like a wild mane and she was pleased at her reflection when she looked in the mirror. Smiling she went to the door.

Marcus saw her walk out and his eyes grew wide. She was absolutely stunning. Her hips and legs were very nicely accentuated by the tight pants and her hair framed her face provocatively. He didn't look too long, but as she walked ahead of him he couldn't help where his eyes fell. His mind suddenly went back to the memory of what he had seen the other night and that thought made him uncomfortable. She was giddy as they climbed into the car and she shocked him when she leaned into his arm and hugged him tight. She was in tears as she did. She was so happy, that she was crying. She looked up at him and he saw the emotion in her face and pulled her over to his lap and hugged her tight. She cried happy tears as she sat there in his lap.

"Thank you, coach. Thank you so much!" she sobbed.

"For what? I only got you to where you needed to be, the rest you did for yourself. And I might add you did very well, baby girl," he said his voice full of pride.

He stroked her hair softly and she sighed into his shoulder. Annabelle wanted this so badly and now she had it. She was hopeful that she could stay there in his arms for a while. She knew he would grow suspicious if she lingered too long, so even though it was against her soul's deepest wish, she slipped off his lap. She sat back in her seat and they drove off. She was surprised when they didn't go to the gym, but drove to a Thai restaurant. They were led to a nice corner booth and then she sat back feeling very special while he ordered them dinner.

"It's a tradition I have with all my fighters. They fight their first bout and win or lose I take them here," he said to alleviate any concerns that she might be harboring about impropriety. 

Annabelle smiled happily. He was making her feel special and that's all that mattered. Still feeling giddy from her victory, she got out of her booth and went to his side. She plopped down next to him and hugged him tight. He smiled at her shaking his head. Marcus realized she was proud of probably the biggest achievement in her life. However, he also knew that he needed to be careful. With what he saw that night he knew it was a slippery slope he was upon. They ate a good meal of Pad Thai noodles and shrimp curry, and then he got her pineapple ice cream. She was enjoying the night out with him, but like all good things, unfortunately it had to end. 

They went back to the gym and he took her to his office. Annabelle sat back in the chair next to his desk as he turned on the TV. On the local sports channel the sportscasters were going over the amateur fights for the night. When she saw hers she squeaked excitedly and clapped her hands. She saw the knees she gave the girl and how easily she cut into her defenses. Annabelle was totally lost in the sights when she felt Marcus behind her. She looked up and he was crouched down with his chin just over her shoulder. He was talking about the fight, but she was looking instead at his face so close to hers, how strong his jaw line was, the way his military cut hair was either reddish or blondish, and lastly, the sparkle in his eyes as he went on about the fight. She wasn't looking at him the way a fighter listens to her coach, Annabelle was looking at him the way a young girl looks at her savior when he walks into a dark alley to save her life. 

Marcus turned his face and saw hers so near to his. She was looking at him with so much longing that it couldn't be mistaken for anything else. He pulled his head back before things got out of control and he gave her shoulder a brief pat. She felt the touch, but her body wanted so much more. She was near tears, but she held it back as she feigned a yawn.

"Get some sleep, baby girl. Tomorrow we are going over the fight then we work on getting you ready for the next one," he said with a gentle smile.

She hopped up from her chair before he could move and did something she wanted to do for years. She gave him a firm peck on the lips and then ran into her room. She closed the door and leaned against it. Annabelle felt her body was on fire from the brief taste of his lips. She locked the door and waited for the lights in the office to go out. She then waited a few more minutes then fell on her bed. Her hands touched her lips and she rubbed them hoping to feel his presence on them. She let her other hand slide between her thighs and she moaned as she lost herself to the moment. Her fingers slid along her slit and she cried out in pleasure.

"Marcus! Oh god Marcus!" she cried out longingly as her fingers sank into her dripping hole. 

She fell back as a massive explosion of heat flashed through her body. Anna's back arched and her eyes fluttered as she climaxed. She leaned back on her pillow and then she felt something was wrong. She opened her eyes and he was standing in the doorway. She tried to say something but she couldn't. Her shirt was raised up over her breasts showing her swollen nipples and her hand was still between her soft caramel thighs. She saw him approach her and felt his hand touch her face. He leaned down to her soft lips and kissed them gently then he began to blur. She cried out and her eyes snapped open. 

It was dawn and she was trembling from a very erotic dream. Her thighs were soaked and her face was flushed. Her body shook in the after throes of the orgasm that she'd had in her sleep. She didn't realize it but her hand was still between her legs. She rolled over to her stomach and her body twitched and she let out a soft cry as another aftershock shook her body. She lay there trying to recover and then she saw that the time was after ten in the morning! She jumped from bed and quickly dressed. She had to dry herself off and then she ran out to the gym.

Marcus' night had been no better. As he walked up the stairs he again saw her two fingers deep in her body. He was again mesmerized at the way she flailed against her bed, and then he heard the thing that rocked him to his core; he heard her call out his name. He went right to his apartment and his pants were tented again. He was disturbed at the frequency his arousal came at the sight of her young body on her bed masturbating. He got in the shower hoping the cold water would help, but it didn't. He tried to fight off the urges, but he couldn't as his hand went flying up and down his cock searching for release. He cried out as his body spasmed and he fired off a massive load into his shower. He barely caught himself as his knees gave out. He leaned against the tiled wall and tried to regain his footing. He slumped to his knees and allowed his head to fall back as he tried to catch his breath. He realized he needed to do something and soon or there was no telling what would happen between them. 

He had theorized that she had a school girl crush on him, but he didn't realize how deep the level of attraction was. He got out of the shower and looked in the mirror. He stared hard at his face for the answer. He was still in perfect trim shape. His face was the only thing that showed his lifestyle as his nose had been broken more than once. His left ear had a bit of vegetation on it. His arms were still hard as iron bars and his abs stood out proudly. His chest was still as hard as a mountain face, but he felt under it was a different story. The only thing that could mar his body was the twelve tattoos he had on his arms and legs. Most were simple tribal marks, but one that stood out was his ring name that was tatted across his abs. The words "Lights Out" proudly stood on it. He earned the name for his streak of nineteen knockout wins. But as he looked into the mirror a realization stunned him. 




Fighting



"Shit. Where are they?" I stood swaying on the pathway, handbag in on hand, the other rummaging through it frantically. There I was: dressed to the nines, 3am on a Tuesday night, drunk on my mother's doorstep, unable to find my keys.

Life can be such a bitch sometimes. Call it a cliché, but clichés are clichés because they're true. Life's a bitch, and never let yourself believe otherwise.

"Shit," I muttered again, moving closer to the door. Staggering, maybe; high-heels are never the best choice for a night of drinking. My breath steaming on the cold air. "I should tie the thing around my neck next time."

When I got within a pace of the doorway I stumbled. Pitched forward onto my hands and knees. Right into the milk bottles carefully arranged on the doorstep. Sending them scattering with a crash that echoed into the night. 

"Shit."

I kneeled there for a second, aware only of the sudden burning pain in my knees - a pain so searing I didn't notice the hall light flare into life and, a second later, the front door being yanked open.

"Janine!"

I looked up. "Mum?"

My mother was there, in her dressing gown, standing silhouetted against the light from the hall. A look on her face like...well, if you've ever woken your mother up at 3am on a Tuesday morning by being drunk and falling on the milk bottles, you can probably imagine.

"God, Janine, what the hell is this?"

I slumped against the doorframe. "Sorry," I mumbled. 

My mother looked down at me. "Get up. You won't get any help from me." She stepped back into the hall. 

I sighed, and, grabbing the doorframe, hauled myself to my feet.

***

In the kitchen, I stood leaning against the table while Mum searched through the medicine cabinet for some iodine. I'd torn my knees to shreds on the gravel path when I fell - blood was oozing out and running down my calves, deep red against my black skin.

"Janine, this really is too much," Mum was saying over her shoulder. "It's 3am on a Tuesday!"

"I know," I said.

"Take a look at yourself." 

I did. I looked down and saw a girl in a white vest, white miniskirt and white high-heeled shoes to contrast with dark skin, with great breasts that guys could never stop themselves slyly looking at and long, smooth sleek legs - looking damn hot except for the grazes on the knees. "What?" I said.

"You're eighteen years old," Mum said. "That's what. It's about time you started acting like it."

Mum's favourite catchphrase. 

"Your mother's right," said a low voice behind me. I turned around. Dan, my mother's white boyfriend. In a blue dressing gown and slippers. Like he owned the place. 

"Keep out of it, Dan," I said. I wasn't in the mood for him butting in.

Mum stood up and came over, carrying the iodine and a bunch of cotton wool. "Hey," she said. "He's got just as much right as you to speak. He's just been woken up, after all." She looked into my eyes, daring me to argue. I didn't give her the satisfaction.

She sighed and kneeled down with the iodine and cotton wool. I looked at Dan. "Sorry for waking you up," I said.

"You almost sound like you mean it," he said.

It's fair to say Dan and I have never seen eye to eye. After my father died Mum had been despondent for months before meeting him, so I suppose I should have appreciated his influence on her...but he wasn't my father, so I guess his efforts to get to know me were always doomed to failure. He was a big guy, stocky and tall, with a big barrel chest and a receding hairline. Handsome in his own way - he hadn't got my mother just through charm alone - and with a distinguised air. Going grey around the temples. He was about forty-five.

There was a sting as Mum pressed the cotton wool against my left knee. I bit my lip.

"Stay still," she said. "This will only take a moment." She tipped more iodine onto the cotton wool and put it back on my knee, hard. Fire lanced through my skin. You're enjoying this, aren't you? I thought, looking down at her. Bitch.

Then I looked at Dan and saw him looking at my legs. Looking at my mother on her knees, one hand on my smooth calf, the other dabbing away at my bloody skin. Oh Dan, how you wish it could be you, I thought, catching his eye and smiling.

***

The next day I woke up at 12 with a raging headache and a mouth that felt like cardboard. I rolled over in bed lay there for a while with the sun streaming through a gap in the curtains onto my back. My knees were full of dull pain. 

Finally I got up and wrapped a towel around myself to head to the shower.

Dan was in the corridor. "Oh," he said, looking me up and down. "Janine." 

"Hi, Dan," I said, seeing the look in his eyes. That kind of look isn't hard to spot. Bet mum doesn't look like this when she goes to the shower, I thought as I walked past him, smiling in a sly little way. Making sure my hips swayed as I moved. When I reached the bathroom door I looked over my shoulder and saw him watching. He looked away quickly. I giggled and closed the door behind me.

While I was in the shower I thought about what I'd just done. I'm such a cow, I told myself. But why not just have a little fun? 

After my shower I left the bathroom, but this time I didn't have my towel wrapped around me - I just clutched it to my front, barely covering my breasts and hanging down over my crotch. Dan wasn't there. But the thought that he might be out there, watching, made me suddenly forget my hangover. 

Fully clothed - well, as fully as you can be in a miniskirt and bikini - I went downstairs to the kitchen, my heart quickening without quite realising why. I had the feeling I'd somehow started something with Dan, but I didn't know quite what it was.

Mother was there, sitting at the table. "Janine," she said. Something in her tone made me stop short.

"Mum?" I said.

She looked at me with eyes like ice. 

"What?" I said.

She folded her arms. "Janine, I've been thinking," she said quietly. "And I've made a decision. Well, Dan and I both, actually."

What was this all about? "You and Dan both?"

She nodded. "We've decided you're grounded, Janine. For two weeks." She sat back in her chair.

Grounded? Was she for real? "Excuse me?" I said.

"You heard," she said. "Until you learn to behave with consideration for others, you won't get any consideration from me. I won't be woken up by your drunken antics at 3 am ever again, Janine. You'd better believe it."

For the first time in my life I understood what it meant to be speechless. Bitch, I thought, staring at her. So you're after a fight? 

"After two weeks we'll see how you feel. Until then, you're not leaving this house."

Finally I found my voice. "And how exactly do you intend to stop me?" Putting all my ice into it.

She smiled, though her eyes stayed as hard and flinty as before. "I had the locks changed first thing this morning. And I'm not giving you the key. And if you leave the house, you won't be let back inside."

I put my hands on my hips. "You can't do this," I said. She couldn't! "I'm eighteen. You just can't."

She shrugged. "I can and I will. You're my daughter, and you'll do as I say."

Well, we'll see about that, I thought. If it's a fight you want, you've got one.

The kitchen door opened behind me, and Dan came in. I glanced over my shoulder at him. And then a thought ocurred to me. A mean, nasty thought. Well, if I'm grounded, I might as well have some fun..

***

It started the next day. Mum left for work every day at 8am, but Dan at 8.30. That gave me a little bit of time to play with each morning. A little bit of time to work my magic. A little bit of time to fight my fight.

I waited until Dan was outside in the corridor - listening for his footsteps - and then stepped out of my bedroom, towel clutched to my chest again like the day before. Only this time it was a carefully selected hand towel, smaller and thinner. Pressing it to my front with my hand it just about covered my breasts and my crotch. But Dan got a full view of my hips, my legs, my shoulders...five foot eight of smooth, chocolate-skinned glory, just for him. And best of all, there was nothing covering my ass...

"Hi Dan," I said, slowly walking forward. 

He stared at me. His eyes roaming up and down. I was shocked to find how exciting it was - to feel his big blue eyes scanning over my skin, taking me in, devouring the sight before them... 

"Hi Janine," he said.

I slipped past him and went on over to the bathroom door. My spine tingled as I felt him looking at me...felt him looking at my bare, smooth, tight little ass swaying in rhythm with my hips. I glanced over my shoulder at him and caught his eyes. Raised my eyebrows and winked before going into the bathroom and closing, then locking the door. Bet mum's ass doesn't look as good as mine, I thought, breathing hard.

***

All that morning and all the afteroon I thought about it. What I was doing. God, it had felt good to have him watching me. Wanting me, like I knew he did. My mother's white boyfriend, who wanted me, and surely wanted me more than he wanted my mother.

***

That night Mum came home at 6. "Janine," she said, looking in at me where I sat on the sofa in the lounge. "How are your knees?"

"Fine." She wasn't going to mend any fences with me.

She left and went to the kitchen. That was okay. I was waiting for Dan. He arrived half an hour later.

"Hi Dan," I said. He looked so sophisticated in his grey suit - with the big wide shoulders and loose cut pants. I was wearing my bikini-top and miniskirt again. One leg crossed over the other so the skirt rode up my thighs as high as it could go. Not high enough for him to see what he wanted to see. But high enough to get him hard. I could see it in his pants. Bulging. Suddenly I wanted to see it. To feel it. To feel how big and hard it was.

"Hi Janine," he said softly. "What are you up to?"

"Just watching TV and waiting," I said.

"Waiting for what?"

"For you to come home," I said.

He blinked. "Excuse me?"

I giggled.

He shook his head, telling himself I was just joking. 

***

Next morning he was waiting. I could tell. When I opened my bedroom door there he was. And there I was with my skimpy little handtowel just about covering my bits. Some of my bits, anyway. Eat it up I thought, looking at him. Take a good long look. Think about this when you next fuck Mum, and wish. 

"Morning, Janine," he said. Was that a little smile playing on his lips there? Or just my imagination?

"Morning, Dan," I said. "And how are you feeling today?" I let my eyes wander over him. My gaze lingering on his crotch. 

"Just fine," he said. He met my gaze with his wide blue eyes. I smiled and walked on past him. This time he didn't try to pretend. He turned his head to follow me, watching my brazenly, inclining his head as he gazed at my long legs, the curve of my hips, my ass...I smiled and went to the bathroom. Turned to look at him. Then let the towel fall away. It dropped to the floor. Then I grinned at him and closed and locked the door.

***

That night I stayed up late in the lounge watching TV with Mum and Dan. Neither of them would talk to me. But every so often I caught Dan glancing over at me. I was in another bikini and another little denim skirt. 

"I'm going to bed," Mum said eventually, standing up. "Are you coming?" she said to Dan.

He glanced at me. "I'll be up in a minute. You go ahead."

"Okay. G'night, Janine."

"G'night." All ice.

We sat in silence for a while, just Dan and I, with the TV way down low. The blue light from it flickering in the dark. 

"You want a drink?" he said after a while.

I looked over at him. "What have we got?"

"Orange juice?" he said. 

I shrugged. "Sure."

He stood up and went out, then came back a few minutes later with two glasses. He gave one to me. I made sure our fingers touched when I took it from him. He went and sat down, and I looked over at him while I took a sip. 

Even before the juice had touched my lips I could smell it. Vodka. So that's your game, is it? I thought, as I drank. Naughty Dan. Wants to loosen up his girlfriend's daughter? I drank some more. Well, I'll play along.

And why not. I was fighting a war, wasn't I? A war against Mum that I was determined to win - and now victory was in sight. 

"So," he said. "Where were you on Tuesday night?"

"Just out with some friends," I said, drinking more of the vodka and orange. It was already half gone. And I was already starting to feel a little...loose. 

"A boyfriend?" he said.

I giggled. "No boyfriends. There isn't one right now." I caught his eye before looking away.

"There isn't one? I find that hard to believe."

I shrugged. "Well, I'm not one for being serious. Not right now." I finished my vodka and orange. "Right now I'm just interested in playing the field..."

He laughed. "A regular little playgirl, eh?"

I smiled. "Something like that."

He stood up. "Would you like another one?" 

I looked at my empty glass. "Maybe tomorrow." Pleasure postponed is all the sweeter.

***

The next day was a Saturday, which meant that neither Mum nor Dan would be working. That meant I had to change my plan a little. Time to step things up a little. 

I opened the door and there he was. This time when I walked past I brushed against him. Just a little. But enough for him to feel it. My body, chocolatey-hot and pressed up to his. And this time when I closed the bathroom door behind me, I didn't lock it.

I didn't think he'd risk taking a peek. Not with Mum in the house. But I knew the temptation would be killing him. I knew how hard he'd be. I knew he'd be imagining me there, imagining me naked. And I knew it would drive him crazy.

Sure enough, I finished my shower quickly and slipped out the door and went and stood outside Mum and Dan's bedroom. Pressing my ear against the door I could hear them whispering. Then the sound of breathing, hard...the bed rocking against the wall.

Yes, I thought. Fuck her, and think all about me while you're doing it. Think how much better I'd be. Think about how much you want to fuck me.

***

That night, he tried the same trick.

"You want another orange juice?" he said after Mum had gone to bed.

"I'd love one. Make it a double," I said.

"A double?"

I giggled. "Come on, I know you put vodka in last night. I'm eighteen, you know."

He laughed. "And there I was thinking I was being sneaky. Okay, double vodka and orange coming up."

When he came back he passed me the orange juice, and sat next to me on the sofa. Not too close, but close enough. "Cheers," he said, clinking his glass to mine. I drank long and deep. Gulped it down and felt the kick. 

"So," he said, looking at me. 

"So," I said. 

He smiled. "I bet you're missing going out and playing. Being grounded, that is."

I shrugged. "Kind of."

"I bet you miss all your boyfriends," he said. 

I giggled. A sleazy line, but what the heck, he's cute. I'd noticed Dan was handsome before, but not until that week had it really sunk in...those big blue eyes of his, and that ruff of hair. 

"I've got plenty of eye candy around here," I said.

He smiled a little. Just with the corner of his mouth. "I think I have too," he said. "But I'm just wondering whether it's going to stay eye candy or turn into just plain candy."

"Just plain candy?" Ah, the moment of truth. To quote another cliche, my heart skipped a beat. But it really did. What did I say about cliches being cliches because they're true?

"I think you know what I mean," he said.

"I think I do."

His hand touched my thigh. The touch was cold at first, and it made me jolt. But he didn't take it away. He pressed in a little with his fingers. Feeling my skin. I looked down at his hand. His white on my black. Mum, if only you knew. I thought. 

"Should I stop?" he said, grasping my thigh a little tighter.

"I don't think you should," I said. "I think you have to finish what you've started, now." My breath was quick, my heart thumping. 

"Oh, I intend to," he said. "But we'll have to keep it quick and quiet. You know that." His hand moving upwards. His other setting down his glass, and then draping across my shoulder. 

He had barely touched me, but I could feel myself melting. God, I'm getting wet. "You mean because of Mum?" I said. I couldn't understand why, but the thought of her, up there alone, and the two of us down here...it was sending tremors through me. Victory is mine, I said to myself.

"That's right," he said. His hand reached the hem of my skirt. "Quick and quiet, yes?"

"Quick and quiet," I said, nodding. Feeling his hand on my skin. Feeling it slide up underneath my skirt. Higher. He stroked my skin...moving his hand down and round my leg...pushing it aside, opening me...

My own hand reached out and found what it wanted...the hardness beneath the cotton of his pants, big and stiff. Like a good dick should be. And I was filled with want of it. Need of it. "You're going to fuck me?" I whispered.

"You know I am," he said, sliding his hand up my inner thigh for the last stretch, until it reached my crotch. He raised his eyebrows. "No panties? Naughty girl." His fingers on my pussy. The tip of one of them sliding between my labia. I heard the squelch of my wetness as he ran it up and down the length of me. Oh, it felt good. I arched my back. Gripped his cock. 

"You're going to finger me right on the sofa," I whispered, saying the words because it felt so good, so hot, to say them out loud. "Right here while Mum's upstairs in bed."

"Right here," he said. His index finger tracing up and down the line of my labia...before he slipped it inside, in deep as it would go. I gasped. Felt it sliding up so easy...then out again. Then back in. "Now how does that feel?" he said.

"Fantastic," I said.

"Mmm," he said. "So much wetter than your mother..." Starting to find a rhythm, pushing his finger in and out of me. I reached down, hiking my skirt up over my hips to let him work freely. Bucked my hips. Yessss. 

I unzipped his flies, breathing hard. Feeling his finger sliding in and out of me, fucking me. "Put another one in," I gasped. Moaned as he did so. Tugged his cock free and started to stroke. 

"You're going to put this in me?" I said as I wanked him. "Going to put this in me, Dan?"

"First you're going to have to get it wet a little too," he said, his free hand grasping my head and pushing it down towards his crotch. I greedily obliged. Opening my lips around the salty head of his meat and taking it inside. Lapping my tongue over his glans greedily. Tasting the hot precum. My first taste of white meat. The thought of that, and the thought that here I was, sucking off my mother's boyfriend - and the feeling of his finger, taking me....hearing my wetness sloppy and slick as he pumped it in and out...it was enough to send me over the edge. I bucked, sealing my lips around his cock so as not to cry out.

"You liked that?" he asked. 

I took my mouth from his prick. A dribble of my spit trailed between my lips and the tip of his cock. "You know I did," I said. "Does Mum ever suck your cock?" 

He laughed. "She does, yes. Does that disappoint you?"

Did it? Not really. In fact, it made me feel even hotter. This cock had been in my mother's mouth. Her pussy too. And now it was going to be in mine. And mine was going to feel better than hers.

"No, it doesn't," I said. I looked at his thick white cock, slick and wet with my spit in front of me. "I just want to suck it better than her."

"You've got plenty of opportunity to practise from now on," he said, standing up and grabbing my hand. Pulling me down onto the hardwood floor. "But now I've got to take you. Get on your hands and knees."




Fighting



We've been arguing for fun all night long. We drove everyone at the bar crazy. At one point, when the spirit in your eyes was too much to leave alone, I took you in the bathroom and fucked you over the sink. You loved it. When we left, you pulled me into a dark alley and blew me like a corner whore. I loved it. 

When we get home, you saunter through the doorway ahead of me. I know you want some more. So do I.

"So, was that what you wanted?" you ask.

I shake my head, pushing the door closed behind me. 

"You must be pretty tired," you say, posing in the bathroom doorway, hands behind your back, lashes batting, a come-and-get-me smile on your lips. All demure and fuckable. . .

I shake my head again. "Not even close." 

Then I put on my most most serious face. 

"I'm not finished with you yet."

I lock the door behind me with a loud click. 

I hear your breath deepen, and the smile melts off your face, your eyes flashing darkly. 

My back is still against the door. Slowly, deliberately, I undo my belt and open my jeans, pulling my semi-hard dick out through the boxers underneath. Your eyes fall to it.

My hands are busy, pleasing my shaft to full erection under your watchful eyes. I see your bottom lip curving anxiously, your waist moving in ways that tell me you're getting wet beneath your skirt. I pull it out toward you, breathing heavily, and when I catch your eye I tell you to suck it.

Your breath catches, but you stay where you are. I see you staring at it as you shake your head, refusing. 

"In my house, good girls do as they're told," I say, my eyebrows rising with the threat.

You continue to stare heavily, your hands idly toying with the bottom of your skirt. 

"If you don't suck it, I'm going to fuck you."

Your eyes are burning when they meet mine. When I take a step toward you, you back away, sliding sideways against the bathroom door. I take another step, and you run from me some more, your ass sliding softly against the mirror on the door. I can see myself stalking you, my prick angling out from open jeans. One more long step, and you're backed into the corner, breathing heavily. The mirrors framing your body multiply me as I come, my hand reaching out to touch you. 

A hand flashes out, slapping it away. I feel the slight heat on my skin. I reach out again, catching your wrist when your hand flies. My other hand goes to your bare thigh, sliding up and around.

"Spread your legs."

I can feel the heat from your pussy, tightly clutched between your thighs. I leave it there for now. My eyes watch your breasts rising and falling heavily with your breath, and I want them. I reach for them, but your other hand pushes mine away. I grab it and force it up to grip both your hands in one of mine, stretching your arms over our head and pinning you in the corner. 

My cock throbs for you. I try to force my hand between your legs, but you turn your waist to the side with a naughty smile. I lift your skirt from behind, folding it up into your waistline. Then I smack, fast and hard. The smile falls off your face with a gasp, your body going rigid from the sting of my palm on your ass. 

"Bad girl," I breath in your ear, feeling your skin prickle against my lips. I spank you again, once for every word I whisper in your ear.

"Spread. . .your. . .legs. . ."

You whimper beautifully, and I feel your thighs relaxing. I immediately hook my hand around and pull your legs apart, plunging my fingers deep into your cunt. 

"This is my pussy," I say, stroking your tightness from the inside, making you wet, making you loose, making you ready for my cock. 

You moan loudly. Shhhh, I breath to your neck, twirling my fingers between your legs. When you moan again, I pull them out and let your hands go. I turn and walk away, leaving you panting in the corner. I step out of my shoes as I go, pulling my shirt over my head and stopping when I get to the edge of the couch, where I sit.

"Come here."

You take a tentative step, your skirt still tucked up over your ass, my hand marks glowing redly on your bare skin.

"Now," I say, and your eyes flash a little with defiance as you step boldly between me and the bed, crossing your arms. Our eyes meet deeply. 

"Show me your tits."

You raise your eyebrows haughtily, shaking your head. I take a deep breath, then reach for your arms. 

You slap me. Lightly across the face. My cheek tingles with the sting of it. Adrenaline leaves the base of my brain, draining into my bloodstream. Then, without warning, you grab my face and kiss me hard. My hands start to grope your body hungrily, when suddenly you put your hands on my shoulders and push me roughly back onto the couch.

"How does it feel, huh?" you ask, stripping off your shirt without ceremony. Your tits bounce slightly as you climb on top of me, pinning me to the cushions with your legs. My dick answers with a twitch, and you wrap your fingers around it from above, pulling it between your legs. 

"This is my cock," you say, slipping the tip into your hungry slit.

"My big. . .hard. . .beautiful. . .cock. . ." you chant, rolling your hips after every word, then sinking down the full length of me with a sigh.

I moan a little with the pleasure of it.

"Shut up," you say, flicking your fingers across my face again. I sit up with a growl, crushing your body against my chest, my mouth finding yours, drinking up the breath I squeeze out of you with my arms. My hips thrust up strongly between your legs, and you wrap them around me tightly, your fingernails etching pleasure on my neck and back. 

"Stop," I tell you, but you won't, your waist pushing even harder into my lap, your fingers pinching tightly into the scruff of my neck.

I grip your face with a firm hand, pursing your lips out toward me. 

"Stop...fucking...me..." I gasp. I feel your nails cutting into me, and it drives me crazy. 

With a yell, I lift us up, peeling you off my body and spinning you around to push you facefirst down onto the bed, where I mount you with my full weight. You spread your legs for my cock when you feel it pushing past your ass.

"Mmm, yeah...that's my little pussy..." I sigh as I slide it into you, my hips fucking circles into your naked ass.

You groan, burying your head in my sheets before I pull it back by the hair. 

"Do you like the way I fuck you?" I ask, thrusting harder. You whimper in response. I pull your head back further and tap the side of your face with my other hand.

"Answer me."

"Yess," you whisper softly, your body rocking with my humps. When I hear it, I curl my body down over you to whisper back into your ear.

"Good."

And then I plunge myself to full length into your cunt, my pelvic muscles thumping against your ass with mighty strokes. My hand hooks between your lips, fingering your mouth, slipping down your throat...

I'm fucking you with vicious thrusts, stuffing your mouth, mauling your tits, chanting obscenities in your ear...

I'm calling you my precious cunt, my little slut, my baby fuck. . .my bitch, my love, my little whore. . .

When I finally cum, I'm riding you straight up, squeezing incoherent messages on your ass, and my seed fills you to overflowing, running out around my shaft, drenching your clit, blessing my sheets. . .

And then, of course, we sleep.



Fighting



The argument started in the club and ended at the front door of our apartment with a loud slam. I wasn't wrong and you weren't right but no one could tell us anything. So I slept on the couch and you took our bed.

Less than an hour after we went to "bed", I couldn't lie there any longer and shuffled to the bedroom door quietly. I pressed my ear to the door and heard nothing. I didn't hear you crying, signaling that you were awake. And I didn't hear your rhythmic breathing, letting me know you were sleeping. My grand plan of rushing in, making you see my point, and fixing things was abandoned with a mournful sigh, a palm pressed against the closed door, and the first of a thousand tears. If I'd listened close enough, I'd have heard your heart screaming, "No! Don't give up so easily! She's crying in her dreams! The beer made her sleep but she wants to fix it! Come back!" But I took a sleeping pill and stretched back out on the couch.

A couple of hours later, you pulled the bedroom door open slowly and crept down the hall wiping the tears from your cheeks. Peeking around the corner, you expected to see me sitting up reading or writing. You didn't expect me to be sleeping. For a moment, a flame of anger licked its way up your spine, but your heart, which had disturbed your sleep and kept you awake for the last half hour, said, "No. Stop being hasty. See the bottle on the table? She had to take a pill to sleep. Stop thinking she doesn't love you. Fix it in the morning." You were tempted to whisper your apology to the air and just hope the wind carries it to the parts of me that need to hear it. But you knew that would be cheating. With a sigh, you turned and went back to bed.

~~~

"Should I leave the pillow and blanket on the couch or can I sleep in our bed tonight?"

You turned to face me and swallowed hard. I looked like hell and you felt instantly guilty. Your jaw clenched and I thought you might cry.

You swallowed hard, "I don't know about you, but a hug would be miraculous right about now."

It wasn't much, but I knew what it meant. Covering the distance between us a little too eagerly, I slipped my arms around you and held you close.

Your arms went around my neck and we both swallowed tears, but you spoke first in the tiniest, softest whisper, "I'm sorry."

"I love you." I pulled back just a bit and kissed your neck, "I love you." My lips moved to your jaw, "I love you." And when I kissed your lips, you melted. There was no anger or pain or resentment when I broke the kiss and whispered, "I love you."

Breaking just a bit, you covered my face and lips in tiny kisses, tingling with relief that the fight was over, "I love you too. And I'm madly in love with you."

Taking your hands with my own, I whispered in your ear, "Tell me you love me again."

"I love you," you said, looking deep in my eyes.

"Tell me again," I growled. My lips, hungry to make up, kissed your neck. I pressed you against the wall with your hands over your head and pinned you there with my body.

Moaning softly, you gasped, "I love you." You arched hard against me, "And I'm in love with you."

My hands, making quick work of waking your body up, split up. One went to hold your hands against the wall and the other slipped hurriedly into your pants, "Tell me you want me."

You moaned louder, shaking a bit and trembling, staring me right in the eyes, "Savi... I want you so badly. So damn badly."

I pressed my chest against you and smiled, "You're wet aren't you, my love?" My fingers slid easily into your body, "Take it all in." You opened your mouth, but I stopped you gently, "Shhh. Take it. Just take it, Mel." I pumped my finger just a little and whispered, "Tell me to fuck you, baby."

Louder and louder you moaned, the tingles started and you bit your bottom lip so sexily before groaning, "Please fuck me. Please."

Sliding my fingers out, I peeled your pajama pants down and off you, picked you up, wrapping your legs around my waist, and pressed you against the wall. I smiled wickedly and rubbed your wet pussy with the tip of the strap, "Tell me to put it in you, Mel. Tell me what you want me to do with you." You took a ragged breath, your nipples caught my eye and I bent to suckle one, causing it to perk up and harden.

"Please," you groaned, "put it in me and fuck me. Please baby. Sav, please," your voice broke a bit, "fuck me."

"Good girl," I smiled. I grabbed your ass with both hands and stabbed the cock into your wet, tight pussy, "F–. Oh God, take it, Mel."

Fucking you hard and fast against the wall, I pounded into your willing little body, "Take it. You know you want it. I know you do. So take it. God... I love fucking you. I love it." You shivered and I kept talking, feeling the dirty talk making you wetter, "Mmm you always cum so hard for me." Your breath was erratic and it stopped when I asked, "You love when I fuck that slutty pussy of yours, don't you, baby?"

You gasped, the evidence of my affect on you dripped slowly from you, "Ohhh God yes!" You pushed your hips back at me, clearly wanting more, "Oh Sav!" Opening your eyes, you caught my gaze and whispered, "I'm so crazy about you."

Moving slowly, I laid you softly on the bed, and stretched out atop you. I looked down, kissed you softly, and whispered, "You're the sweetest thing I've ever tasted." I slid my hand down your stomach softly, up and down, cherishing the feel of your skin, "The softest thing I've ever touched." Burying my head in the slope of your neck, I rubbed my lips softly against your shoulder, "And the most amazing thing I've ever felt."

You ran your fingers through my hair, butterflies fluttered in your stomach, heart racing as much as mine, "Oh God, baby."

I whispered in your ear, "Will you let me make love to you, Mel? No pain. No pounding. Just me touching the little piece of Heaven that God blessed me with?"

Those green eyes of yours that I love so much filled with tears, "Yes. Please, yes." Your fingers touched my face gently, "Let me help you touch Heaven."

"Sweetheart," I smiled, "you are my Heaven." I bent and kissed your collarbone, then traced it with my fingertip, watching your skin break out in chills. Then I kissed your chest softly, "My beautiful girl." My hands slid down to your thighs to bend your knees and wrap them around me. I bent my head to kiss the aching tip of a nipple, feeling your body react. I smiled and then kissed between your breasts on my way to suckle the other nipple softly. "You're so damn beautiful, Mel." I rose up just a bit to look at you, watching your face as I slipped back into your body slowly, exhaling as I did so, "God, I love you."

With a little purr, you wrapped your legs around me tightly and whispered, "You're so damn beautiful." Your heart, beating wildly, thundered against my chest like a mirror of my own, "I love you so much, Savi."

Rocking in and out of you slowly, I pressed your hips down with my own and slid a hand down to your hip as I smiled against your neck, "I love you, too, baby. God, I love you, too." I gasped in your ear, "Slow or fast, your grinding hips are so damn sexy to me." The tempo of my thrusts accelerated, "God, you feel good under me," I thrust a little harder, "and you make me crazy with want." Deeper and harder, I pushed my hips against yours in a rhythm that drove us both insane, "Oh, God, baby. Oh. God." I bent my head to kiss your neck feverishly, breathing heavily.

"God, I love how you make love to me," you groaned, "you feel so good." When my pace increased and I started really driving into you, you gasped, "Oh God, baby. Please, please don't stop."

"You are the sexiest woman alive, I think," I laced our fingers and pressed your hands above your head. Pumping a little harder and faster, knowing that you'd prefer it a little rougher, but wanting to make you burn for it, I whispered in your ear, "Now keep your hands up like that and let me touch you." Your back arched severely when I kissed down your throat and around your breasts. I dipped my head and wrapped my lips around a hard little nipple and sucked hungrily, moaning as I shifted and pumped into your willing body faster. Moving to your other nipple, I picked up the pace of my hips, your body opened for me and I rose up over you and peeled my shirt off. I pressed my nipples to yours with a sigh and slid my arms under you. I then wrapped my hands around your shoulders from behind to hold you in place. Rocking harder into you, I could tell you liked it because your body got wetter, "Oh baby, I love being inside you... and having you under me... and knowing that you want me as much as I want you."

You shook and quivered, your hips rose to meet my own, "Oh baby, fuck me."

At this moment, I moaned in your ear, "I want you to cum for me." I kept fucking you deep. "My beautiful girl," I murmured, "I want you to cum hard." A hand drifted down between our hips and rubbed your clit softly, "Ooohhhhhh baby, you're so wet baby. Cum for me and I'll cum for you. Let me feel you cum."

"Oh!" You thrashed under me, your leg tightening around my waist, "Oh SAVI!!!! OH GOD! Yesssssssssssssss!" You gasped for air and prepared for my impending orgasm, coaxing me to climax, "Cum for me, baby. Give me what I want. Come on." I start really feeding the toy to you, "Come on, Sav. Give it to me, babe."

With a great gasp and pressing my forehead to yours, I whispered your name over and over, "Mel. Mel. Mel. Ohhhh god, Mel!" I arched hard into you, pushing the strap as deep into as I could get when I came. "Oh Godddd baby!!!!! I relaxed on top of you and smiled, "Apology accepted."



Fighting



A group of us at Uni wound up sharing a rented house. It was quite a spacious place, with four bedrooms and two en-suites as well as the normal bathroom. With six of us contributing to the rent it was a reasonably priced way to live. Currently we were split with four women and two guys. The four women were two to a room in the biggest bedrooms, those with the en-suites. We two gentlemen had the smaller bedrooms and shared the bathroom, on those occasions that some female hadn't commandeered it.

I'd like to point out at this stage that the whole deal was platonic. Good thing, too. Imagine all the angst if there were a couple of lovers there who decided to break up. It's bad enough when one of the girls breaks up with a boyfriend who doesn't reside in-house. (Not so bad when they drop someone, a bit rough if they get dropped. Especially if panties had also been dropped at some stage.)

I dropped in home one afternoon when I had no lectures. I'd assumed that I'd have the house to myself and would be able to do some quiet studying. No such luck. It turned out that there was a full on cat-fight taking place in the front room. 

I don't mean that the two young ladies were hissing and clawing at the air and saying nasty things. It had gone way past there. Hands were pulling at each other's hair, claws were out for scratching and clothes were being torn. I actually identified the opponents rather quickly.

Naomi was the redhead. Around nineteen and well stacked. I'd always had a suspicion that she padded her bras. The fact that the one she now wore was only half on meant that I could see a generous white bosom that certainly was not padded.

Michelle was the blonde. Also around nineteen and nicely stacked. I couldn't tell if she padded her bra or not as her top clothes had survived the fight up to this point. Her skirt had ridden up to her waist, though, and I was able to observe that she was a natural blonde. The thong she wore was no longer doing an efficient job of hiding her fur. Or anything else. 

Stick my hand into the middle of a cat-fight? Not me. I stood back and roared at them. This had exactly zero effect. They continued their screeching, clawing little battle. I shrugged, stepped into the kitchen, returned with a large jug of water and dumped it on them.

That worked. After a fashion. They broke apart and looked down at their ragged, wet selves and in perfect unison they turned and jumped me. Now I tried to fend them off politely, and thought I was doing OK until one of them bit me. That made me jerk my hand away and the remains of Naomi's bra came with it. 

There was a loud shriek and they really went for me. Having no further choice in the matter I handled them a little roughly, finishing with them both pinned to the floor, one on top of the other. (No hitting was involved. Just plain strength and speed.)

For my trouble and efforts not to actually hurt them I wound up with some assorted scratches to go with my bite. Bitches. 

After a moment they started trying to wriggle free, so I leaned down and whispered some sweet nothing-doings in their ear.

"If the pair of you start struggling before I let you up I am going to start spanking your bottoms. Just hold still until you've calmed down a little. You idiots have managed to bite me and scratch me and I fully intend to ravish the pair of you sometime in the near future as a penalty, so I don't advise you to press your luck right now. 

Now, I'm going to let you go and the pair of you will stand up quietly and explain what the hell you think you're playing at. You won't go running off and you won't start fighting again. You will just stand there and answer my questions. Got it?"

"It's none of your fucking business," was the initial response. I pointed out that it became my business when one of them fanged me and might makes right. And at that particular moment the might was on my side. Rather begrudgingly they agreed to behave.

We all stood up and they glared at me while I smile benignly. I could afford to smile. They didn't seem to notice just how much naked flesh they were showing and I was enjoying the view.

"Now, what was the fight about?"

"She's poaching my boyfriend!" 

They both came out with identical words at the same time. Then they turned and glared at each other. Not wanting hostilities to resume I growled, which swung their eyes back to me. I was running through who I'd seen them with in recent times, trying to pick up a common partner. Then it twigged.

"Ah, are the pair of you referring to Larry?"

Mutual nods seemed to indicate that they did indeed mean Larry. I decided to clarify.

"We're talking Larry the Lothario? The guy who has chased every woman in a 5 mile radius, from teeny boppers to grandmothers, and boasts he catches most of them?"

There were a pair of vivid blushes now, and their agreement that this was the Larry concerned sounded a touch defensive.

"You're chasing Larry, the VD king? The guy who has a permanent Monday appointment at the VD clinic? The guy the doctor described as a one man epidemic?" 

"That's a lie," Naomi protested. "He does not have VD. You have no right to say he has."

"Maybe his shots are up to date. Actually, I guess he's just done the pair of you a favour."

"What do you mean?" Michelle sounded dreadfully suspicious of my cheerful observation.

"Isn't it obvious? If the pair of you are fucking Larry then there's no way known I'm going to apply a penalty that consists of me ravishing you. Too risky by far."

Amazing creatures, women. Here I am saying that I won't ravish them and they act all insulted. They were really quite strident on the matter. What it boiled down to was that they were insistent that Larry did not have VD and even if he did it wouldn't matter as they hadn't slept with him anyway. 

"Yes, well if Larry doesn't have a VD I'd love to know which one it is. I'm quite sure he'll collect it soon and complete the set."

(I don't like Larry. You may have noticed. I consider him a health hazard. One day he's going to pass something nasty on to the wrong person and this will be followed by a quiet funeral.)

The girls were about to start on me again but I held up my hands.

"OK, OK," I said. "If you're prepared to swear that you're not sleeping with Larry I'll put the ravishments back on my to-do list. Well?"

Naomi and Michelle gave each other the cold eye, but both admitted that no, they had not yet slept with Larry. (And I suspect it would be a long time before they got up the nerve to do so.)

"Have it your way," I said. "Ravishment will take place in the near future." 

Now the girls were giving each other slightly stunned looks as it dawned on them what they had been insisting upon.

"Ah, you don't really intend to rape us, do you?" asked Michelle nervously.

I turned my arm over and looked ostentatiously at the bite mark showing. 

"What do you think?" I asked, and they looked nervous but said nothing.

I stuck my hand in my pocket to find a coin. Spinning it I told Naomi to call it. Startled, she called heads and I caught the coin, looked and nodded.

"Spot on, Naomi," I congratulated her. "You get to choose."

"Oh, wow, lucky me. Choose what?"

"Well, the way I see it, if the pair of you are mucking around with Larry he's going to contaminate the playing fields sooner or later, and with his history, probably sooner. So if I'm going to ravish you I thought I'd better get started right away. You get to choose which one of you I ravish right now."

Naomi looked at Michelle and smirked.

"Well, since Michelle isn't wearing any panties right now, maybe you should start with her."

From the look on Michelle's face that was the first inkling she'd had that she'd lost her panties in the brawl and was letting it all hang out. She looked down, squeaked, and cupped her hands over her pussy.

"You knew and you didn't say anything?" she accused me.

"I was admiring the view," I said shrugging slightly. "The same way I've been admiring the fine superstructure that Naomi had been displaying." 

Naomi checked at that point and hastily crossed her arms across her magnificent chest.

"Come along," I said, urging the girls to turn and start down the hallway. Presumably they thought they were going to their room so they could fix up their attire, but that wasn't my intention. I had them ushered into my room before they knew it, closing the door behind us.

"This is your room," snapped Naomi. "Why are we here."

"Two reasons. I want the pair of you to finish getting those rags off. Then I want you here watching while I ravish Michelle so you know what to expect when it's your turn."

"What the hell makes you think I'm going to let you ravish me," demanded Michelle. "I'm not going to, I assure you."

"You don't permit ravishment," I pointed out. "It's what happens when a man takes you without permission. That's what makes it ravishment. Besides, Naomi will be only too willing to help hold you in place while I take you."

"She wouldn't."

"She would. Look at the smirk on her. Now are you two going to finish stripping or do I have to do that?"

Naomi didn't care. She wasn't the one who was about to be ravished. She quite calmly divested herself of her rather torn clothing, smirking all the while. 

"You might as well finish stripping, Michelle," Naomi said sweetly. "After all, you are naked from the waist down as it were. Do you need some help undoing your bra?"

Looking highly rebellious Michelle took off her top and bra. She really did have a very nice set of breasts. Not as large as Naomi's but a sweet pair for all that. She stood there, not trying to cover herself, but daring me to touch her.

Naomi stood next to the bed, inviting Michelle to lie down.

"It's not as though you're a virgin, Michelle. Take your time and enjoy it. But don't bite while he plays with you. I don't think that's allowed."

Michelle switched her angry look from me to Naomi, but Naomi just laughed.

"Hey, why worry? You don't see me getting all uptight and Adam said he'd be ravishing me as well. Do I look as though I'm worried?"

She had a point, I conceded. Naomi was taking the whole thing in fine spirits. I reached out and cupped her breasts, weighing them in my hands. Naomi just giggled and slapped at my hands. I smiled and pressed my hands firmly against her breasts and pushed.

Naomi had been standing right next to the bed, facing away from it. The edge of the bed was right behind her knees and when I pushed she couldn't step back. Instead she just fell back, landing flat on the bed with me standing between her knees.

"You seem so eager it seems to me that maybe I should take you first," I said softly, dropping my trousers as I spoke. "You don't mind if I take Naomi first, do you, Michelle?"

I'll never understand women. Never, never, never. It appeared that yes, Michelle did mind. Changing my mind about which one I would ravish first was not allowed. She'd finished stripping on the assumption that she was first up and I should damn well keep my word.

Naomi, on the other hand, had decided that she wasn't quite ready to be ravished after all. She was trying to wriggle off the bed, looking horrified. Apparently she didn't mind ravishment as long as it was directed elsewhere.

I sighed, reached out and snagged Michelle's arm and yanked her over to the bed, dropping her on her back next to Naomi.

"I'll tell you what I'm going to do. I'll just tag Naomi so that she knows what's in store. After that I'll settle down to ravishing Michelle. Seeing I'm not going to actually ravish Naomi just yet I expect her to just lie there while I try her for size. She can reserve any struggling for when I get around to ravishing her. Michelle can struggle or not, as she pleases."

"You're kidding," said Naomi. "You expect me to just lie here quietly and let you stick your cock in me?"

"You can be noisy if you like but basically that's the idea."

Even as I was speaking I was moving closer, leaning over her, easing her thighs further apart. Naomi was staring at my cock, now hovering very close to her. As a matter of fact Michelle was also staring at it in a fascinated way. 

"B-but you're not ravishing me. You're supposed to be taking Michelle," Naomi muttered, eyes opening wider as my cock pressed against her, urging her lips to part.

I pressed a little harder and Naomi's lips yielded, parting to let me in and closing over me.

"I can't believe I'm letting you do this," she gasped, squirming slightly as I pushed deeper. "God, this isn't what I was expecting when I got up today."

"I have to admit," I allowed, "that I wasn't expecting this either. Just goes to show you can't plan for everything."

I gave a final hard push and Naomi gasped as I settled fully inside her.

"Alright. You've done it. Now take it out," she snapped, looking triumphantly at Michelle, who was looking both fascinated and highly nervous.

I reached down and squeezed Naomi's breasts, cupping them and running my thumbs across the nipples.

"Ah, what the hell," I said softly. "Seeing I'm already in place I might as well continue. Unless you really think I should take you first," I added, looking over at Michelle.

"No, I don't mind," she said quickly. "I quite agree. You're off to a fine start so you might as well finish her off. You can catch up to me another day."

"Or not, if I can run fast enough," I heard her say very softy.

Naomi was looking quite shocked. 

"You said. . ." she tried to say, but was interrupted by my giving her a nice firm stroke with my cock. Just a quick pull back followed a nice hard stroke, driving in hard enough to give her the message.

"You bastard. You lied to me," she gasped, her sentences being interspersed with little grunting sound as I banged enthusiastically into her.

I dismissed her objections. The point was that my cock was in her and banging back and forth, so she'd just have to get used to it.

Michelle was looking relieved and slightly shocked. She was also looking very interested in observing how Naomi was reacting to my plunging cock, a smirk twitching at her lips.

A few more thrusts and Naomi was starting to move with me. I won't say she was one hundred percent happy to be doing so, but she was participating, pushing up to take me as I pushed in.

A few more thrusts, slowly increasing the tempo, and it wasn't long before I was taking her in fine style. Naomi's grumbling faded away and she was now paying serious attention to getting ravished, working hard to do her bit. 

I won't say I was being rough in the way I handled her, more of a case of showing determined mastery, and she lapped it up. It wasn't long and she was squeaking with excitement, her hips bouncing happily as I drove repeatedly home. I massaged her breasts, tweaking her nipples in time to the driving energy I was expending and she responded, eagerly accepting everything that I was doing.

I dragged it out, letting her passions build, encouraging her arousal to take control. Finally satisfied I slipped a hand between our bodies, a finger poised near her clitoris. A few sudden fast thrust and, encouraged by my finger flicking over the area around her clitoris, Naomi came apart, shuddering and gasping as she climaxed. I held her, feeling her clinging to me as her feelings and passions just ran away from her.

I disengaged from Naomi, leaving her flat on her back, resting peacefully. I glanced over at Michelle. She was looking at Naomi with a smirk on her face, combined with a bit of an 'oh, wow,' look. That was a bit unfortunate for her. She should really have been looking at me. She was taken completely by surprise when I snagged her ankle and gave it a tug.

"Your turn," I informed her and she started as though shot.

"What do you mean, my turn?" she gasped. "You can't."

"Oh, I think you'll find I can," I assured her. "Naomi has merely whetted my appetite. You can see I'm ready for you."

Michelle glanced down to where it was indeed evident that I was ready for her. She gasped, twisted around and tried to scramble off the bed. It was a pity I was still holding her ankle. She finished up flat on her face with me taking position between her thighs, my cock already probing at her soft flesh.

She gave an indignant squeal and started wriggling, humping her bottom upwards as she did so. That was OK by me. My hand slipped between her legs, cupping her mound and encouraging her to lift her bottom even higher. Then I was snuggling closer and Michelle squalled in fury as she found she was now effectively on all fours with her bottom riding high.

"Don't you bloody dare," she wailed, feeling my cock gently probing against her entrance. "Oh, fuck you. How can you do this?" she continued as I started pushing between her lips.

She continued wriggle and protesting and I continued slowly advancing. My initial entry of Naomi, while not really fast, was like greased lightning compared to the way I took Michelle. I just inched my way into her while she twisted and wriggled under me. Half the time all I was doing was holding firm, letting her twisting do the work of pushing her onto my cock. By the time Michelle worked that out I was deep inside her and she was too stubborn to change her tactics. Then it was too late to change them because my testicles were banging up against her pussy.

I didn't start banging her right away. I just held myself firmly inside her while my arms reached around to capture her breasts. I do so like the feel of a nice pair of breasts in my hands. I paid them some sincerely affectionate attention while holding myself inside her.

The fact that I wasn't actively banging her didn't mean that there wasn't any cock/pussy action taking place. It just meant that I wasn't initiating it. Michelle was still twisting and squirming around my cock, doing all sorts of wonderful things to it. And also exciting herself if I was any judge of things.

After a while Michelle stopped complaining, then she stopped wriggling. She just crouched there, my cock up her, waiting to see what I was going to do. I leaned over her, my cock pressing in even harder.

"Have you finished messing around?" I asked and she called me a rude name, but nodded.

"Then you're ready to let things commence?" got me another rude name but that was all. She didn't tell me no or order me to pull out. Accordingly I pulled slowly back and then thrust forcefully forward, hearing her gasp but feeling her bottom lift and press towards me as I drove in. Michelle was, it seemed, prepared to do her part.

I took it slowly and gently with Michelle. I was still driving in firmly but I was caressing her breasts rather than squeezing them. My hands wandered lightly over her, tantalizing her while I kept thrusting into her. My withdrawal was slow, dragging softly against her, giving a pleasing contrast to the firm re-entry. 

Michelle responded. I wouldn't say with enthusiasm, but she responded, pressing firmly to meet me. After a while she gave a gasp and a little shudder, after which she started pushing back against me with a great deal more urgency. She was making little, "uh, uh, uh," noises as we came together, a tinge of desperation sounding.

I started rubbing her breasts harder, rolling her nipples roughly, increasing our body contact. She responded, panting and pressing against me, fully aroused and wanting, a wanting I was only too happy to try to appease.

By now I was driving in fully, really letting Michelle feel her ravishment. She no longer had any objections, surrendering her body to me to do with as I would. And I used it, used her body to assuage my needs while providing her with pleasure.

It reached a point where I couldn't delay things any longer. I may not have climaxed while servicing Naomi but I'd sure got worked up doing it. Now with Michelle running riot on my cock I was just about through. I gave a little groan and picked up the tempo one last time. 




Fighting



Michelle gave a small scream when I started hitting her with my final run. I could feel her closing tightly around me while she softly wailed her climax, then I was letting loose, highly tempted to wail out loud as I vented into her.

I lay sprawled on top of Michelle, pinning her to the bed. She didn't seem to care, just lying under me, totally relaxed. Glancing to the side I saw Naomi was fully recovered and looking at us with amusement.

"My, my," she said. "Ravishing us both, one after the other. Quite the stud, aren't you."

"Shut up, Naomi, or I will tie you to my bed and spend all night proving my studliness to you."

"Promises, promises," she muttered softly, still smirking. 

I rolled off Michelle and sat up.

"Returning to what we were discussing before, why don't you call the VD clinic and introduce yourself as Larry's secretary and ask for confirmation for his Monday appointment. See what they say. And keep it in mind before you sleep with him."

I got a scornful look. Naomi trusted Larry, it seemed, and wouldn't do anything so underhanded. If Larry did by some mischance have a communicable disease he was honest enough that he'd tell her before he tried to bed her. It seemed she knew a different Larry to the one I knew. And I've never yet met a girl who won't check up on her boyfriend if given the chance. She'd check. Hopefully before she screwed him.

At this stage Michelle rolled over and sat up. She saw Naomi smirking at her and glared, and then laughed. 

"You can't say the man doesn't keep his word," she said. "He just sort of took me by surprise. I thought I was safe and didn't manage to jump in time."

"Speaking of keeping my word," I murmured, "I've sort of suggested to Naomi that I'm going to tie her to a bed and spend a night demonstrating what a stud I am. Are you interested in a similar experience?"

"No, he didn't," interjected Naomi, "and it's not going to happen."

"Not to me, either," said Michelle. "Once is enough."

"OK, if you say so," I said. "I'll take your refusals as though you meant them. For now."

Both girls glared at for that last little rider but they didn't say anything. I was prepared to lay odds that if I dragged one or both into my room for the purposes of ravishment, they wouldn't struggle too hard. I'd have to find out over the next few days. 

The girls gathered up the rags they'd had on. They didn't try to dress in them. They just marched grandly out of my room and down the hallway to theirs. I watched them go, bottoms swaying from side to side. They were, I felt sure, aware of me watching and swishing their bottoms purely to tempt me. Ah, well. They'd keep.



Fighting and Loving



Nic rolled out of the throw her sensei had just thrown her into and managed to stagger back to her feet. She desperately tried to get her breathing under control as she moved backward, putting space between herself and the teacher. Returning to the ready position, Nic fought the urge to wipe the sweat out of her eyes, knowing she had to focus on the match.

If I can just hold out a little bit longer, maybe I can find a good opening, she thought as she examined the sensei's movements. For over three years, Nic had been training in aikido, a form of Japanese martial arts. Wanting something that would direct both her body and mind, and a form of protecting herself, she had learned about the classes and nearby school from a friend. She had accelerated quickly through the ranks having always been rather athletic and finding the discipline of the sport to suit her lifestyle. Nic was a simple kind of girl, having never been interested in the types of things most females took up at an early age. Perhaps it was because she never really thought of herself as being very attractive in a womanly way, and as a result had always pushed that part of her life to the side.

By the time she was thirteen Nic realized she would never be what most of society considered "pretty". While she had completely pleasing features, there was certainly nothing striking in her looks. Her eyes were a clear and lovely shade of brown, but held no mystery. Her lips were full and soft, but since she often did not smile, most men wouldn't dream about her kisses. Her skin was smooth and the color of milk chocolate, but she habitually covered it in jeans and oversized t-shirts. She just wasn't the type of person to stand out in a crowd. It also didn't help that she tended to have a bit more weight than the average petite girl. She was built for strength, naturally through her genes and also through rigorous hours of daily training at the dojo. Nic's figure went more in the direction of Serena Williams, muscle and tone, than to the 110 lb. wenches in movies and magazines.

In light of all these facts, Nic had built up her other qualities. She had always been rather smart and did well in school. She had a drive to succeed which had pushed her through college and into a good job as a marketing manager, and was now pushing her through her martial arts training. Though she was not aware of it, Nic also had a good sense of humor and a keen sense of loyalty which inspired friends who would do anything for her. Though she hardly ever dated, her honesty and in-your-face attitude kept most of the men Nic knew somewhat in awe of her. She was unlike most anyone they knew which made them unsure of how to treat her. Nic, completely oblivious of this dilemma, chalked the fact that she didn't date much to her focus on career and complete lack of insight on the part of most men.

This didn't mean that Nic had none of the needs of the average red-blooded woman. As she rounded the mat, keeping the sensei at bay Nic couldn't help but notice the spectators judging the match from the side of the ring: the head instructor, another teacher who specialized in sword-fighting and a recent transfer from the school's sister dojo in Japan. It was this last man who distracted Nic and made this test match unbearable. Mostly because she did not want to look like a failure in front of him, but also because she felt an attraction which she refused to fully admit to. Both situations interfered with her concentration and often made her lose the emotional distance required to be a good fighter.

Des Radel had transferred to the states a little over three months ago. He was an American, but had been training under Yamashita sensei, the head of the entire division of their particular form of aikido for nearly ten years. He had gotten into martial arts at a young age after having seen a special presentation of various forms of the sport presented for a few of the elementary schools in the area. Des had taken to the training like a fish to water, having always been a somewhat serious child and quite willing to be instructed. He was a prodigy and had already acquired a high degree in the ranks by the time he reached high school. When he graduated, Des decided to go to college in Japan so that he could train under Yamashita sensei, an honor gained by very few and one that he had managed through incredible amounts of hard work. He was now one of the top practitioners of aikido directly under the sensei and highly respected by all the students.

His main reason for returning to Atlanta, Georgia was to aid in the further development of this particular school, the biggest chapter in the US. He had established himself quickly in the dojo, taking on a few of the adult classes and continuing to train the other instructors. He was an expert in both the hand-to-hand style as well as shinkendo, or traditional Japanese sword-fighting, so Des was often in the classes observing and lending his support.

The moment Des had walked into Nic's first class she knew she was in trouble. She had first been struck by just the look of him. Tall and broad, he seemed to command attention. He wasn't the typical definition of handsome, but seemed to create a new meaning for the word. His grey eyes were austere and distant, though it was obvious to everyone that nothing got past his gaze. His features were strong and chiseled, matching Des' general demeanor. The only thing soft about him was his longish black hair which he usually coaxed back into a ponytail for class. It was easy to see that nearly all of the women in the class were enamored of his offhand manner, attractive physique, and mastery of discipline. A few females in the class had already attempted to get under the skin and slide into the bed of the unshakeable new teacher, but none had of yet managed to do so. Nic managed to fight off her physical attraction to Des through pure mental stubbornness and tried her hardest to think of him solely as her sensei.

Personally, between Nic and Des there was an unstable kind of truce. Though they did not outwardly oppose each other, there often seemed to be friction. From the first time that he had taught her class, Des appeared to push Nic harder than the other students. He was constantly correcting her in his sharp, demanding way. Hardly a word passed between them that did not involve Des asking more from Nic. She didn't take his commands well, but managed to humble herself and put up with him. He had pressed her especially hard in the past week leading up to this test match, which would enable Nic to move up another level in her training. And now he stood on the edge of the mat, watching her every move. She could feel his eyes drilling into her even as she tried to focus.

Nic ran through a list of attacks and defenses in her mind as she gingerly put weight on her right foot. She didn't want to think about the pain issuing from the sprain she had acquired in the early moments of the match. She had wanted to continue and would be damned if she was going to look weak in front of Des. As she held her position, the sensei suddenly sprang forward. Going in to block and counterattack, Nic's ankle betrayed her at the same time the teacher adjusted his movements. He had faked her into the right position to take her down. In moments, Nic had hit the mat and the sensei had her pinned in a submission hold.

The head instructor clapped his hands to call an end to the match and Nic was released to pick herself up. She immediately kneeled before the three judges, flowing into position to bow to her seniors by placing her hands in front of her and bending over until her forehead barely touched the floor. She sat back on her feet, in seiza, as the head instructor called her name.

"Very good Nic-san. You have made excellent progress. I and the other judges will discuss the match briefly and let you know if you have passed."

"Hai!" Nic closed her eyes and slowed her breathing as the three men walked away. It was hard to relax with her throbbing ankle burning into her mind, but soon she was in a calmed her thoughts. That is, she had until she opened her eyes and saw Des staring at her, his expression unreadable. He was still deep in conversation with the other teachers, but his eyes continually radiated to her when he was not speaking. It made Nic uncomfortable not being able to know what he was thinking. Why can't he just keep his eyes to himself, she thought as the head instructor made his way back to the mat.

"You did very well in this match today Nic-san. You have always been one of our best students. However, we feel that you need to learn more at your current level. There were several times in the match that you should have been able to put up a much stronger attack. You seemed to hesitate when you should have struck. For these reasons, you will retake this test in another three months. We'll give you that time to improve. Des sensei has been kind enough to volunteer to help you in these efforts." Des stepped forward at the mention of his name, looking down at Nic with his ever stoic mien.

Nic sat in shock at what had just occurred. Not only had she failed to pass, but she was going to have to put up even more with Des' constant pressing. It was almost too much to bear. She wanted to protest, or at least tell the head instructor why she had not performed up to par, but she bit her tongue. Nic had never been one to offer excuses and she wouldn't start now. Instead she once again bowed to her seniors, muttering "onegaishimasu" in deference to their decision.

Nic stood quickly, to avoid aggravating her ankle and bowed again to the sensei she had sparred with. Before her emotions could overcome her, she walked off the mat and into the women's changing room, quietly shutting the door behind her. Continuing straight through the small quarters she made her way into the bathroom and leaned against the door as it shut behind her. She rested there a moment, taking in completely the fact that she had been defeated for the first time since she had started training. It was embarrassing to know that her failure had come in front of the one man she had wished would see her as strong. Nic didn't quite understand the need to prove herself to Des, but it was a powerful drive she could not resist.

Allowing herself to limp as she had not done in front of the others, Nic moved to the sink and bathed her warm face in cool water. She looked into the mirror as she removed the scarf covering her dark cap of soft curls. She was beginning to accept what the next few months would bring and was determined to demonstrate that she deserved to move up. Grabbing a paper towel off the roll next to the sink Nic mopped the moisture off her face and walked back into the changing room only to stop cold as she noticed Des leaning against the door. She hadn't heard him come in and was dismayed when her heartbeat sped up and her breath came quicker in his presence.

"Des sensei," Nic whispered. Clearing her throat, she said in a louder voice, "I didn't know you were here. Did you need something?"

Des looked at her for a moment before speaking, his voice coming strong and slow across the small distance between them. "You're hurt." It wasn't a question. "Why didn't you stop the match?"

Nic looked away, focusing on her bag in the corner. She absentmindedly threw away the used paper towel, anything to keep from having to stare at his attractive face. She brushed her unruly hair out of her face as she said, "It wasn't a big deal. It didn't make any difference in the outcome."

That was a lie and they both knew it. But, neither spoke to challenge the statement which still hung in the air. Nic continued to scrutinize her bag, trying to get her traitorous heart and lungs to obey her command to slow down. It seemed she couldn't control her eyes either as they drifted back to look at Des. She drew her breath in on a gasp as she realized he had crossed half the room without her notice.

Des never so much seemed to move as flow like water. Whether it was a conscious ability or not was up for debate, but it only added to Nic's nervousness. She backed into a corner of the room as he continued to approach her. As he stopped a mere hand's breadth away, Nic realized she was holding her breath. When she finally started inhaling again, she could smell nothing but him and could not help but notice how small she was in comparison to his height and width.

Much to Nic's surprise, Des lowered himself to one knee in front of her and gently took her right foot in his hands. With caution and a tenderness Nic wouldn't have expected, he examined her ankle, slowly rolling it in his hands. Gently exploring the already swollen area with his fingers, Des stopped rotating the foot as Nic sucked in a breath of pain. Reaching into his uniform, Des produced an elastic wrap and carefully began to bind her ankle tightly. The Velcro on the other end of the bandage was soon in place as he inspected his work.

I have been far too long without a man, thought Nic as Des continued his ministrations. From the moment he had touched her foot Nic had fought hard to control her fevered mind. A battle she was quickly losing. His completely nonsexual attention to her sprain was making it difficult for Nic to think of anything but him. Des' callused fingers seemed to have an effect on her that was overpowering. She shouldn't have been turned on by what he was doing, but even now his simple touch had ignited a sensitivity all over her body. It was as if a line ran from his hands throughout her frame, making her lips swollen, her nipples stand at attention, and her pussy quiver like a puppy about to get its bone. She wanted nothing more than to slide her hands into his thick black hair, which was something she definitely was not going to do.

Nic pulled her foot out of Des' grasp and squeezed her thighs together as a denial of her body's physical response. Des gazed up into her face as she pressed herself further into the corner. She looked to the door instead of into his eyes, thanking God that she wasn't white because then he would have been able to see the flush on her face easily. At least, Nic hoped he couldn't see his effect on her.

Des stood, once again reaching into his uniform, this time pulling out a small bottle. He pushed this into Nic's hand as he got to his feet.

"Here, this balm should help with the swelling." He was still far to close for Nic's comfort. She had no choice but to look at him now, he blocked the rest of the room from view. Standing head and shoulders over her, he looked down with that same indecipherable expression. Only, was Nic mistaken or did his eyes seem darker than usual. She licked her lips, feeling that they were dry from her shallow breathing. She saw Des' eyes flicker down to take in the movement and could have sworn his head momentarily dipped closer. They stood in such close proximity she couldn't inhale all the way, for fear her breasts would brush up against the wall of his chest.

Being so near to him, gazing into his eyes, time seemed to slow down. She didn't know how long they had been standing there, but Nic was almost certain Des was going to...

But, Des suddenly turned away, leaving Nic to sigh in relief and the slightest disappointment. You are really losing it girl. There's no way someone like him would be interested in you.

"You should try to stay off the foot as much as possible for the next twenty-four hours," said Des as he opened the door to the changing room. "We'll begin our one-on-one training on Monday." With those words he slipped out of the door and closed it quickly behind him.

Nic took a deep breath and slid slowly to the floor, resting her forehead in the palm of her hand. She laughed bleakly at herself as she looked up at the ceiling. 

"Oh Nicole Rose Desmond. Great job. You've got yourself a high school crush at the ripe old age of twenty-three. So much for maintaining your distance."

Nic shook her head as she rose to change and head home.

To be continued...