2 comments/ 18742 views/ 6 favorites Hard-Won Attraction Ch. 01 By: romanticjock Her parents were so old-fashioned, she thought, as she dressed for the party. She wasn't a tender young school girl anymore, not by a long shot she wasn't. What she was was a very fine example of 'blooming womanhood' as her mother was so find of saying. Standing in front of her full-length mirror, clad only in tight jeans, heels, and a bra, Cadee smiled back at herself. It was a good body, she judged, her genetics blessing her with a rather tall height, attractive frame, and very curvy proportions, although she didn't see that when she looked in the mirror. What she saw were the little things, like the scars around her waist from when she had tried to roller blade behind her cousin's car when she was 12, her tanned and subtly muscular forearms from her occasional volunteer missions on her cousin's farm, her flat stomach that was very slightly rippled from her interests in keeping fit. These things she was proud of, as she had earned them herself, and she was proud of her heritage only so far as it enabled her to do the things she wanted to do. Not that it appeared that way to her mother. Her mother's entire side of the family was "untouched" or "untainted" according to her mother's words, depending on the level of intoxication involved. Cadee had heard it all from her mother, how her mother's family tree was one of the purest lineage's in the country and how they could trace their roots back so far... Personally Cadee thought it was a bunch of crap, as their immediate family was wealthy mostly due to her father's skillful efforts into the business world before he retired a few years ago. Cadee loved it as she was able to see him more now that he wasn't at work, but she sensed that he wasn't as enchanted with being home as much as she was, as she saw him being pulled more and more into her mother's social gatherings. Much like this one, she reflected, as she continued to brood on her reflection. "Cadee! Cadee! Oh for goodness sakes, you're not even ready! Here, why don't you let me help you out," her mother said, reaching into her wardrobe and attempting to pull out Cadee's most ruffled, fluffy dress, one that Cadee had been bribed into wearing precisely once a couple of years ago for her grandmother's funeral because, as her mother said, "it's what SHE would have wanted!" Cadee had initially rebelled, and only caved out of familial kindness and her amusement when she saw that she had actually gotten off easy in terms of dress code. Her father and brother had been like statues then entire ceremony in their ruffled shirts, high ruff collars, and coat-tails. She stifled a good chuckle at that one, mostly because she did not want her mother to take this as a sign of approval. Instead, she went into her usual method of protest. "Mother, I'm not going to wear that old thing," she replied tiredly but firmly. "Why not?" asked her mother. It was tiring argument, one they had had many times since she had first worn the dress against her will. Cadee prided herself that she had yet to use the same argument twice. " This is a semi-formal meeting, a dinner meeting. Having that dress on would more likely scare off any boys that I meet as thinking I;m off-limits more than anything." she replied coolly. Although she had the utmost disdain of the fashion rules her mother lived by, she know enough of them to be able to counter her mother's most evadible thrusts. "Hmm, good point, and we don't want that to happen, do we, pumpkin?" her mother smiled sweetly, roving off to the next item on her internal checklist. Inwardly, Cadee screamed. Just another chance for her mother to display her on the end of a stick like a piece of meat for all the boys to salivate on, she thought. Bad enough I have to do this for formal things, now I have to dress up for informal things too? Oh well, let's get this over with, she thought, pulling on a more conservative blouse to go along with her tight jeans, although she kept her high heels on, making her an intimidating presence an inch over 6 feet. Oh well, she grinned inwardly. I just hope there are no more Prince Short-boy's in the audience, and she meant that in more ways than one. The last time she had tried to take an inbred, coddled mama's boy to bed, she had ended the night satisfying herself in her own bed because prince Charming had had a little to much to imbibe that night... As she walked down the hall to the back door, she inwardly grimaced at the though of meeting these people. At least they were her father's former business partners, and not some socialite's family that her mother was trying to introduce her to, Cadee thought. Apparently, she was the prime target for every spinster's idea for martial bliss. Not that she was going to let that happen, she was perfectly happy going to out of the way clubs and exotic bike rallies, and various other places that would have shocked her prim mother right out of her socks to even imagine her daughter there. As she thought gleefully for the thousandth time of her mother finding out about her 'indiscretions' she thought back to today's events. It was only supposed to be a dual family get-together, as her father explained it, which was why she had agreed to be there. He had been anxious to see his old business partners and their family, although her mother had insisted on making a formal thing out of it. Still, with the promise of good food from her father, and some different guests from her mother's normal crop, Cadee had agreed to attend. She went out into the backyard, which she was surprised to see had a rather large BBQ grill in the corner. Her father and a man she initially took to be the caterer were standing around it, laughing and talking sharing a beer. Her father never held her mother's snobbish attitudes towards anyone that worked for him, which was one of the attributes that Cadee held very high on her list of parental preferences. Three large boys that Cadee took to be the caterers' sons were wrestling around on the ground. The oldest was about Cadee's age, while the youngest was just out of adolescence. While technically the oldest one was a man, in her experience males that age were still boys and the present behavior of the male was not helping. One of them, the largest anmd whom looked like the youngest, broke off wrestling and came running full-tilt towards Cadee. The other two, seeing their brother was not with them, swiftly located him and started running towards the tow of them, but it was obvious that they would not reach them before this behemoth of a person arrived. What happened next was so unexpected that Cadee nearly burst out laughing. The giant boy skidded to a stop a few feet away from Cadee, held out his hand and said, "Hi, my name is Ben, will you marry me?" Hard-Won Attraction Ch. 02 Cadee was momentarily stunned. Images flew into her mind, if her mother had put the boy up to this, or if this was some prank on her dad's part. Then she saw a look of utmost expectation on his face and realized that the boy sincerely meant what he said. She decided to be merciful and shoot down his little fantasy gently. "Well I don't know, how old are you?" she asked amusedly. "13," he replied proudly. "Well I'm 23, are you sure that you want an old maid like me as your wife? Wouldn't you prefer someone your own age?" she verbally parried. The boy's honest face screwed up in concentration, before finally coming to another conclusion. "No I guess not," he finally concluded, shuffling kind of dejectedly. Just then the other two boys arrived, taking up flanking positions on either side of the one who called himself Ben. It looked to Cadee as if they were going to protect her from him, although the demeanor when they stopped to size up the situation made it seem like they were about to protect him from her. The younger of the new arrivals, a tall, slender kid, spoke first as he tried to steer the larger one away. "Well, Ben, did you ask her to marry you?" he asked teasingly. "Yes," replied the younger Ben, deadpan. "Well what did she say?" he prodded. "She said she was too old for me," Ben replied as he was led away. The oldest one, who was still standing in front of Cadee, started laughing hysterically, a deep melodious laugh that surprisingly Cadee did not find unpleasant. When he finally wiped the tears from his eyes, he turned to Cadee with laugh lines still etched around his eyes. His face was expressive, slightly high cheek-boned with lines etched around the mouth, forehead and nose. His eyes Cadee noticed were a deep blue that twinkled when the light hit them just right. The teeth beneath his smile were, while not perfectly white, nice and even, a relic of either good genetics or time spent in braces, one of the few expensive personal vanities that Cadee approved of. The short dark hair that framed his face was ruffled and a little sweaty from his time spent wrestling his brothers. Overall it was a face that Cadee grudgingly approved of. "Sorry about that, Ben's kind a special like that. Sorry if he offended you in any way, but that was a brilliant way of defusing him, thanks" the gigantic boy/man said, still chuckling in a voice filled with sincerity. Cadee had spent her life surrounded by her mother's circle of acquaintances, and could detect bullshit at a half mile, and there was none in his voice now. "That's alright, at least that was one that actually took the hint when I gave it to him." she replied easily. "This is true, at least with Ben you know exactly when you stand. He's a pretty straight-forward guy, no frills and not effort at subtlety, so you know exactly what he's thinking." The old boy was not even looking at Cadee as he spoke, which annoyed Cadee a little until she saw that he was watching the two figures walking over to the BBQ like a hawk. No, not like a hawk, Cadee realized with a shock, like a mother bird, a protector. It was kind of cute to watch, until he swung those deep blue eyes to Cadee, and she realized just how piercing those eyes could be. Although Cadee was tall, especially with her heels on, she was dwarfed by this monster. If Ben was large, this, man, she was forced to conclude, was even larger, thick and muscular and towering at least 3 inches over her. She could feel his eyes mentally taking her in as well, before he shook himself out of his trance and remembered his manners. "Where are my manners, Evan Watters, pleased to meet you," the giant said, grinning widely. Cadee smiled back, amused at the openness of this caterer's son, and mentally counting down the seconds when her mother would come over and escort Cadee away like she had countless times "from the riff-raff". Cadee had actually made some of her best and funniest friends by determining that her mother hated then. To her astonishment, her mother was at a table near the BBQ just sipping a drink with a rather sour look on her face, but otherwise not interfering. Well, at least she was fee to talk a bit more with this friendly giant, but alas it was not to be, she could see. The other two boys had banded together and were poised to jump onto Evan's broad back, she saw amusedly. "Excuse me, but I think I'll step this way for a sec," she said, giving a broad go-ahead wink to the boys behind Evan who grinned back at her in approval. ""Wha-umphf!" Evan;s face was a look of equal parts hurt, consternation and suspicion until the boys crashed into him, which brought a look of understanding to his face as he grappled with the other two. Cadee watched for a few seconds with a bemused smile until she went over to sit next to her mother at the table. She really just wanted to get this over with, and get out with her real friends. Her mother, watching her mixed emotions and frown clouding her face, thought she was frowning at the boys roughhousing, and smiled conspiratorially at Cadee. She just rolled her eyes and watched her dad talking with the caterer. Apparently her dad knew the guy as they were chatting quite amiably. Maybe he's been hired to serve before, Cadee thought, I just wish this family that my mother wanted me to meet would hurry and show up! As it began to dawn on her that there was something not right, the caterer called "Grub's on, come and get it!" Immediately the boys quit wrestling and ran towards the grill. Cadee thought that this was not right, kids being made to work when the others weren't even here yet, and was about to open her mouth to protest, when she saw that the boys were taking the plates of food and sitting at the table with her and her mother and eating. Now Cadee was momentarily confused, weren't there restrictions against servers eating on the job? As the truth began to dawn on her, her mother spoke up "Howard, you should have let us cater this.." she began, but the caterer, Howard, let out a belly laugh reminiscent of Evan's and shushed her down. "I rarely get to cook nowadays, being so busy, and if you can't cook for your friends, especially ones that left you a booming business, who can you cook for?" he easily replied. The last piece clicked into place in Cadee's brain. This was the Watters family, the ones that had bought out her father's half of the business. These were the people that her mother wanted her to meet? Cadee' brain spun in confusion, until she saw her father's hand in the dealings. He must have only told her that it was a small get-together, and she must have interpreted it as a more formal thing, like her "small get-togethers", she smiled inwardly. No wonder mom had such a sour look on her face when I was talking to Evan, since she really can't stop me from talking to one of the main guests of the party. Score another one for Evan, and he doesn't even know it, she smiled. Dinner went well, the food was delicious. Apparently Mr. Watters used to cook all the time but with the appropriation of the entire business, he was seldom home now. Evan was newly graduated from college and trying to get a job or career somewhere. Ben was apparently still in Middle school, although Cadee suspected that he was in a different program. The other boy, Mark, was still in HS. As the eating was winding down, the conversation stayed pleasant. The boys readily interrupted their father and Cadee's father's conversation with their own interjections, most of which were relevant or hilarious, and Cadee laughed along with some of the most ribald comments made. Her mother's face was turning even more like a dried prune, Cadee noticed, and she was glad of that. A little fun would never hurt her. As the evening wore down, the conversation centered a little more around Evan. Apparently, he had just graduated college after 4 years, playing football as well, and his father wanted him to take over the business, or at least take part in it. Evan steadfastly refused, unsure of what he really wanted to do, but Cadee was sure he was trying to be his own person, away from his father's influence at home. In this, she could identify with Evan. As the night was about winding down, the talk turned reminiscent. Even had been away for the past 4 years, and quite a bit had changed along with him. His father and Cadee's father brought up new locations that might interest a young man now. Wanting to be polite, Cadee mentioned that there was a new swing-dance club on the main street. Her mother took the initiative then and said,"Why that's a great idea Cadee, why don't you and Evan go tonight and check it out?" Cadee silently cursed the woman as Evan was surprised and replied that he would like to go if she wanted to. Cadee, with her mother's stare piercing the back of her head, reluctantly agreed, although she had planned to go out that night with her friends. Oh well, mom's on the hostess path now, nothing I can do to knock her off it now, she thought. Hopefully this evening won't be so bad, at least he's not a "boy prince" that her mother was setting her up with, she thought... Hard-Won Attraction Ch. 03 It was two days later, and Cadee was in her element. She was walking along the club walk with her friends in stiletto heels, a dark red mini skirt that showed off her prominent long legs, and a tight top fashioned like a corset that displayed her breasts quite prominently. It was an outfit that was bound to provoke and it did, eliciting catcalls and wolf-whistled down the street, which Cadee reveled in, buoyed by the fact that she was with a dozen like-dressed friends and they could go anywhere they wanted with only a shake of their top or bottom. Life was good, she thought, now the only question was to what bar they wanted to grace with their presence. "Hey, let's go to the Blue Piranha," suggested one. Immediately, it was nixed by many in the group, as it was a little further away and catered to a rowdier crowd from the normal bars. It was also the most packed and usually the most fun, with many different special events going on. Cadee was feeling adventurous, and convinced the nay-sayers to change their minds. She needed the excitement after her "date" a few nights ago. Not that it was bad, it was just a little boring from what she had originally wanted to do that night. They had gone to the club, gotten in, and while Evan didn't know exactly had to swing dance, he made a valiant effort, until his knees were aching from the unexpected exertion. Even Cadee was a little winded, as he had lasted longer than she had expected. They had then sat at the bar, sipping mild drinks and talking. Apparently Ben was in fact in a Special Education program in his school and Evan hadn't seen him or Mark for a while since he had been at school, and had first seen them again that day. That explained their exuberant roughhousing. Cadee smiled, inwardly and externally, as it sounded cute. At least he was not the arrogant sort that she usually was set up with, and when he took her home for the night, she was a little sad that their time had to end, although she was also a little tired from the entire day, so she pecked him on the cheek and gone into the house. If only he was a little more interesting, he might be worth investing something more in, Cadee decided. But now was time for some fun, she decided, pushing these thoughts from her mind. Now it was time to do some heart-breaking. Evan wasn't thinking, he was only feeling now, and what he was feeling was an indescribable force pushing him, taking hold, taking possession of his body and forcing it to do incredible things. The adrenaline rush sated for the moment, he checked his surroundings, doubled checked his taped gloves, and checked again with his friend/manager for a signal on when to begin. At first sign of his longing, his friend flashed 5 fingers, indicating 5 minutes left. Evan sighed, then growled hungrily. Although he was a little nervous about doing this so near home, he felt like he had to get out and do something. It was nice being back at home, but it was too laid-back for his taste. And that date a couple nights ago with that girl, that was cool, but it had been a little boring and by rote, as if she had been forced into it. Probably the mother's doing, as his dad had warned Evan that the mother was kind of snotty. Still, he had had a good time talking to her once the dance options had been exhausted. He ginned, as it felt she had opened up more once she knew more about him. He would like to get to know her more, but overall she didn't seem too interesting, and those clothes that she wore didn't flatter her at all. Maybe if she had worn a little more daring clothing, then she would have been a little something. Still, he had been wrong about people before, but he couldn't worry about that now, it was too close to go time... As Cadee and her friends found their way inside, she noticed that the place was packed with an assortment of people that were of a noticeably rougher quality than even the Piranha usually catered too. The majority of men wore jeans and t-shirts, unheard of up the street, and the women were in various stated of trashiness. Cadee and her friends were probably the most well-dressed people in the place. They stood horribly out of place for a few minutes until spotting a table next to the DJ large enough to hold them all. Cadee reflected at least here they would be close enough to the bouncers protecting the video equipment that they wouldn't be messed with. The reason for this new crowd became apparent to Cadee when she saw the banner overhead that read "OPENNING 2NIGHT, ROUND ROBIN ULTIMATE FIGHTING!" Some of her friends were a little shocked and a few were put off with the imminent display of violence. But Cadee and the rest were curious and eager for it, and, Cadee admitted to herself, a little turned on at the prospect. She had gone to some boxing matches with her friends before, when one of their Boyfriends had been on an under-card, and a few times one of the other girls had a martial arts tournament, and they all tagged along to support her. Cadee had enjoyed every minute of it, especially the actual fight. The thought of those sweaty, near-naked bodies grappling for domination and pounding one another until one of them had to submit was arousing to her, representing a primal world as far from her mother's circle as possible. Her crotch tinged in anticipation, as she allowed herself to fully forget about the circle that her mother and her friends were in and only allowed herself to visualize what would happen The only thing that would make this better, she thought as she sipped her drink, is if someone that we know would be fighting. When her friend's boyfriend was boxing she had only needed one look at him in his fight gear to be in fantasy land, watching his every punch taken and thrown. He had been a secret fantasy as long as he had fought, until he had been in a car accident and had to retire from injury. Still, the thought of 2 men savagely competing against one another was thrilling, and she, the former boxer's girlfriend and the one that did martial arts convinced the rest of them to stay and watch, as in their words, if nothing else they would see two fit, muscular men without their shirts on. When the dancing music dies down, the DJ came on the mike and announced the beginning of the tournament, and if everyone would please not throw anything on stage, otherwise the newly hired security team would happily take the offenders outside. Cadee looked out around the room and saw a few squads of some of the biggest, hardest looking men that she had ever seen mingling through the crowd. The ring, or cage as that was almost exactly what it was, was wheeled into place. It was like the common UFC Octagon, only the walls were 7 feet of chain link instead of the usual 5. No escape for the combatants except through victory or defeat. Cadee felt her breath start to quicken as she saw what was to be the battleground of the evening. Before she could get over this feeling, the DJ went on,"We have brought in some of the fighters from all over, but there is a good showing of local fighters as well. Please welcome one of them, 'Dangerous' Danny Mathers, now!" The DJ dramatically turned on "When Worlds Collide" by Powerman 5000 as the first fighter walked in. Cadee and her friends anxiously looked and saw that it was one of the local College gym-rat muscle heads. He did look good with his 'pecs and deltoids glistening in the spotlights, and although they knew him as a kind of airhead, Cadee and her friends drank in the sight as the other fighter, a big, overweight trucker type, was introduced. A moment later, the fight was underway, although it didn't last long. The gym-rat looked like he had never been in a fight before, and he tried to punch the bigger, fatter trucker stand-up, which the trucker just shrugged off and kept coming in, raining powerful rights and lefts. About 4 minutes into the first round, the trucker tagged the gymrat with a good left to the jaw that put him out for good. As the trucker celebrated with some big posturing, Cadee and her friends applauded with the adrenaline fueled audience. Although it was too one-sided to be much of a contest, Cadee appreciated the effort just the same. The next match was between two out of town fighters, both more grapplers than sluggers. It ended 3 minutes into the second round, with one managing to trap the other in a nasty arm lock. The man tapped out before any permanent damage was done, and the entire audience cheered both competitors. The 3rd match was clearly a mismatch, with one out of town fighter towering over the other and outweighing the local fighter by at least 50 pounds. The fight went 2 rounds of the bigger and more experienced fighter playing cat and mouse to the other. It ended with the bigger fighter putting the smaller in a sleeper hold that the younger one, out of pride it seemed, didn't tap out of. Cadee thanked god that the refs were right there watching, since as soon as the smaller man lost consciousness, the refs were there to pull them apart and rouse the fighters. As the bigger man strutted around, Cadee and the girls cheered instead for the spunky defeated fighter that had not given up. At first he was sullen, but after seeing that a group of a dozen attractive females were cheering his determined efforts on, he held his head a little higher and managed to give them a wry smile. Cadee and the girls gave him a bunch of wolf whistles as he went back into the locker room. The DJ picked up the mike shortly after the competitors were gone. "And now, ladies and gentle men, for the last fight of the first round of elimination, please welcome 'Big' Boyd Grambling, and Evan 'Raging' Watters!" Cadee's head snapped around at the sound of the names. Her girlfriends noticed her instant change in demeanor and asked what was wrong. Her surprised reply was "I think I'm dating one of these fighters!" This got an immediate frenzied response from the cadre, and Cadee was forced to relate the entire situation. "Do you think he knew that you like men who fight, and did it just to impress you?" asked one after Cadee had told the story. "No, so far we've only gone on one date and he just got back in town recently," replied Cadee, still stunned by the unexpected intrusion and clash of her family and personal life. "Is it even the same guy?" wondered another girlfriend, oblivious to Cadee's still dazed expression. That question snapped Cadee out of her reverie. "We'll have to wait and see," she said, although she hoped beyond hope that he was... Lion roaring. Waves crashing. An A-bomb exploding. That was the closest imagery that could be seen in Evan's mind at the moment. He was deep, deep in what is known to professional athletes as the ZONE, disregarding all else save the immediate task at hand. His muscles flexed knowingly, his steps became a little more sure-footed, and his awareness of the task was second to none. His manager led him to the ring from the locker room, nodding grimly as he made sure all obstacles were moved out of the way. Then Evan was in the ring, where he needed to be, where he wanted to be. The ref's pleasantries were heard and duly noted, then filed away for the end of the fight, one way of another. Now there was only one thing to do, fight! and win.... "Holy crap! Is he fast or what?" exclaimed one of Cadee's girlfriends, the martial arts one. Cadee could only nod in agreement, transfixed as she was by the spectacle before her. Evan was VERY fast, she had to agree. If she hadn't been staring at him intently, she might have missed the speed of the flying front kick that he landed on the opposing fighter. Now as the fighter staggered, Evan's fluid transition from flying kick to stand up stalking allowed him to successfully rain punches swiftly and accurately down on his opponent. Cadee's breath caught in her throat. He was even more gorgeous than she had expected. HE had looked muscular under his t-shirt at the BBQ. Now he looked positively ripped. The fluid motion of his fighting style highlighted the muscles contracting themselves under his skin and seemed to offer Cadee a new, sexy glimpse of his body with every move he made. His face had the fighter's mask of concentration, and on him it only made him look better. The deep blue eyes, so deep and intense when Cadee looked into them, seemed to reflect a raging ocean tempest now, his mouth pulled down in a set grimace, to protect his mouth guard Cadee realized. His hair was even shorter than she remembered it from their date, and his new crew cut only added to his determined look. A trace of a goatee completed the look and she was about to approve of the whole package when the action stopped. She blinked, confused, then realized that the fight was over. Evan had stalked the other fighter all over the ring for a minute and a half, all the while raining punches, until the other fighter slipped during the onslaught. Evan had then been able to apply a successful chokehold, which had gotten his opponent to tap-out almost immediately once he realized it was unbreakable. The ref then presented the winners to the crowd, raising Evan's hand in victory. The crowd erupted into cheers, as it had been the most action-packed fight so far, and Cadee and her girlfriends cheered the loudest. Strangely, Evan seemed not to take notice of it all, and was the quietest fighter she had seen so far leave the ring, with barely and fanfare of acknowledgement of the cheers from the crowd. The DJ came up then and announced the next fight, a battle between the big shot and one of the grapplers from the previous fights, Cadee still couldn't get over the fact that Evan was a cage fighter. It seemed like such a role-reversal from his gentlemanly act during their date. It was a different side of Evan that completely turned her on. Unthinkingly, she dropped her hand to the front of her skirt and with a start realized it was damp. She looked down, thank god she was wearing dark in a dimly lit room. Her panties were soaked through as well, and Cadee realized just how VERY turned on she was. Still, she still had to at least appear composed and calm in so public a place, so she excused herself and went with a girlfriend to the bathroom to go get cleaned up as the next fight got underway. Evan's mind was still racing, the haze only slightly lifted as he waited back in the locker room. His body was aching in a few places, but he knew from experience that in a around robin tournament like this, that wasn't quite as big a factor, as everyone was hurting as well. He sat down and was immediately lost in his own world. His manager noted where he was and went to check on the status of the next fight to see when Evan was up next. Near the ring the crowd roared as it seemed one of the fighters had triumphed. Evan didn't notice, still lost on feeding the raging torrents, stoking the fires of intensity within him... Hard-Won Attraction Ch. 04 Just as Cadee came back from the bathroom, she saw the end of the fight, in the most dramatic way. The big shot from the first fight had an arm-bar on the grappler and the grappler refused to give. Just as Cadee got back to her seat, the grappler's trapped arm broke with an audible POP. The entire audience winced in sympathy, then some of the sadists in the crowd began cheering along with the supporters of the big shot. The rest of the crowd, including Cadee and her friend's began booing them and the big shot's dirty move. As the medics came in to take care of the grappler, who was mercifully in a state of shock, the big shot strutted around the ring, to the cheers of his fans and boos of the rest. Cadee's group booed as loud as anyone. His brutal display of dominance was completely unprofessional, as Cadee knew from seeing Ultimate fights on TV. In those situations, you gradually increase the pressure and the pain, giving the trapped opponent at least a chance to surrender before ratcheting up the pressure. Cadee thought it was a cheap move to take out a fighter that just might be better than him and only felt disgust and revulsion when the big shot noticed the table full of beautiful women and blew them a kiss. Cadee and her friends only booed even louder as the big shot strutted off to the locker room, laughing. Now Cadee was angry. She found herself hoping that Evan made it to the final round and turned that guy into hamburger meat. As if by command, Evan's entrance music rang out and she found herself turning towards it. Interestingly enough, it was The Offspring's "Come Out Swinging", and she was surprised, as she really liked that song, mostly because her mother hated anything by that band. Evan had to fight the trucker, and it looked like another mismatch to everyone in the audience, including Cadee. The trucker was at least a few inches taller than Evan, and outweighed him by at least 70 pounds. The trucker looked faintly amused as well, and seemed to be contemplating facing the big shot in the finals more than the present match. Cadee only hoped that Evan wasn't hurt in the match... Evan smiled as he saw whom his opponent was going to be for this round. The big fat, and most importantly, slow trucker. Dimly perceiving the crowd's cheers through his adrenaline-fueled brain, he discerned that they were expecting him to get his ass kicked. Now that got him smiling. He was the underdog here, and that suited him just fine. The ref got the pleasantries out of the way and the fight was underway. The trucker came lumbering after Evan, trying to go for an early knockout so he could get onto the next round. Evan smiled as the beast approached and then when the time was right, neatly plotted his course, and moved... Cadee blinked as the trucker lumbered forward to take Evan apart, as she couldn't watch this sexy man get destroyed, but in the next millisecond forced herself to watch, and that was all the time it took to miss Evan's attack. She blinked again, trying to comprehend the sudden change in status. One moment the trucker was lumbering in for the kill, the next he was on the ground with Evan staring over him. Now Evan dove at the stunned fighter, smashing him with rights and lefts, the trucker from his present position could only take most of them and fire back with a few well-placed shots. Evan took those and kept on coming. The two fights stayed on the ground, Evan because he was keeping the fight on the ground and the trucker because every time he tried to get up he was tripped or tackled by Evan. By the time the bell rang for the end of the first, the trucker was huffing furiously. Evan looked slightly battered, but nowhere near as out of breath as the other. Cadee looked on anxiously as his corner sponged him off. The water made his muscles shine even more with the accumulated sweat, and she found herself licking her lips. Many of her girlfriends were starting at Evan with looks of lust as well, and Cadee felt strangely jealous and protective of him right then. She wanted this man for herself. As these strange thoughts flitted through her head, the second round started. This time, she noted, Evan seemed to be trying to keep the fight standing. The trucker, who was more at home fighting stand-up looked relieved and moved in towards the kill. Evan was dodging most of the shots and getting back some of his own as well, but whenever the trucker managed to land a haymaker, Cadee flinched, thinking Evan would be flat on his back the next second. But Evan shrugged off all attempts at knockdown, even the trucker's clumsy attempts at grappling, and concentrated on hitting. Then towards the final seconds of the round, he unleashed a flying roundhouse kick that caught the trucker of the side of the head and dropped him like a stone. Cadee and the crowd went wild as the medics rushed in to take care of the downed trucker. Cadee and her friends cheered the loudest, wolf-whistling and shouting, hoping to be noticed by Evan. Strangely, he still seemed not to notice them at all, just starting around the ring with a thousand-yard glare at anything and everything before he went into the locker room. Cadee didn't care, she only wanted to finally meet her fighter after this was all over She stopped suddenly. Since when did he become hers, she questioned. Sure, they had gone on a date, but didn't she think he wasn;t right for her? No, she thought he was too boring, she remembered. Well, she certainly didn't think so anymore, she thought. And he's only just got back in town, so he might need a friend to show him back around some more. Cadee smiled as she imagined the fun she could have with this sexy, dynamic hunk. Yes, the future seemed bright, and as an added schtick, her mother couldn't do anything about it, as she had practically introduced them! A few minutes later, the final fight of the evening got prepared. The big shot versus Evan, Cadee couldn't stand it, it was the match up that she really wanted to see, and she was looking forward to seeing it. A chill shot shoot her spine down to her pelvis area in anticipation. She smiled, win or lose, this would be a victory for Evan in more ways that one, she thought. Hard-Won Attraction Ch. 05 As she was contemplating the after party, the big shot's "Pimp juice" entrance song began to blare. She snorted when she looked at him, as during the break he had changed into an even skimpier pair of shorts than he had worn in the first matches. His struts around the ring were met by assorted boos and jeers, the loudest of which were made by Cadee's group. Big shot realized this and did a couple of pelvic thrusts for good measure towards them. The looks of disgust on their faces made him angry Cadee could tell, but he tried to laugh it off just the same. Then Evan's music came on, which as far as Cadee could tell was the only change in that now it was "Kryptonite" instead of "Come out Swinging". The crowd roared for him, with Cadee and company the loudest. If he wasn't the eventual champion, then at least he was the most popular one there. Big shot seemed to get more and more pissed off, Cadee could see, and she hoped it wouldn't affect the match. The 2 fighters came to the center and the referee went over the rules one more time again... IN the state he was in, Evan could read body language easily, as it allowed him to anticipate attacks. Even in his hazy state, he could see the other fighter was mad as hell. Evan smiled, it made no difference how angry some of these guys had gotten or worked themselves into, inevitably they burned themselves out psyching themselves up for a match, while his rage just smoldered. But as he looked closer, Evan could se it was not him the guy was mad at, he kept glancing to the side of the cage as the ref was listing instructions. The mystery was solved when a very pretty leggy brunette in a seductive mini skirt and tight top appeared to be booing the other fighter. Evan smiled, girlfriend trouble maybe, is this why the guy was fighting, good distracted was good, makes them easier to out-manuver, he thought. Even as he thought this, a small corner of his brain winked into play. Evan took a look again. Yep, she actually did look kind of familiar, but from where? He had seen her somewhere, but exactly where? His mind was still jammed in unnecessary concentration when the other fighter tried a wicked opening sucker punch.... "Ugh, that had to hurt," observed one of Cadee's girlfriends. Cadee had to agree, although silently as her vision and thoughts were concentrated on how well Evan came through this. The opening punch while not catching him flush managed to clip Evan on the side of the head, staggering him and losing the psychological lead that he had gained in the first 2 matches with the first punches. Cadee was worried, as Evan was not responding as if his head was in the fight. He seemed....distracted somehow. Evan was reacting almost as an afterthought, not even trying to go offensive, even Cadee could see that. The entirety of the first round was Evan trying to fend off the other fighter and get back on the offesnsive. When the bell rang, everyone was ready for it, including Evan, Cadee and the crowd. Evan slumped back to his corner, looking dazed. Cadee sat down in her seat, worried that Evan might actually lose. Her girlfriends had never seen Cadee so down, they all tried to make encouraging marks about how Evan was just conserving his strength and so forth. Cadee just sat there with a frown, wishing she could get inside Evan's head and straighten out whatever confusing was there... "C'mon Evan, you could take this guy apart if you wanted to, I've seen you handle bigger, what's wrong?" asked his manager friend while the trainer worked on trying to stop a few cuts that sprang up on Evan's face. Evan's brain took a second from not obsessing about the girl's identity to register the question and spoke carefully before he answered. "See that girl in the tight top and mini skirt? I know I've seen her recently, I just can't think of where, and it's driving me nuts, off my game," he confessed. His manager, far from thinking this was frivolous, had been with Evan a long time and knew how all-important it was that Evan have zero distractions to help him concentrate on beating the opponent, so he decided to play along and get the issue settled and out of the way. "Well think, was it very recently, like in the past month, or even the past week..." the manager prodded. Evan nodded suddenly in recognition. "YEs, week, good, narrows it down a bit, where did you see her, anything related..." the manager kept prodding, knowing how much this fight depending on the mystery being solved. "I think...dancing, and..... Food, and... wait a minute, did I go on a date with her? But the only person I went on a 'date' with this week was Cadee Mc......Holy Shit! Is that her?" Evan gasped, the answers coming fast and furious to his muddled brain. Even after reaching this tentative conclusion, his mind still whirled. Was that really her, supposedly just another spoiled heiress whose family his father had only mad richer by buying out? She didn't look the part, in fact she looked like exotic beauty now, easily Amazon-like in those stilettos and that miniskirt, in fact, she looked more at home here than she was at the BBQ or on their date. But now he could see life in those brown eyes, and it excited him. He motioned to his manager "Go over and ask her if it is, I have to know for sure," he said as the bell rang for the next round. "You got it," his manager said, used to the quirkiness of the demand. He was used to the tangents Evan;s mind could set upon, and more often than not it worked out eventually for the better. And besides, going over to a bunch of hot chicks and playing wingman for his friend was not the worst task in the world. He hastened over to the group as the fighters engaged with punches and kicks..... Hard-Won Attraction Ch. 06 Cadee was so engrossed in the fight that one of her friends had to tug on her sleeve to get her attention as to what the strange man had said. She broke out of her reverie to hear "....said my friend in the ring there wants to know if you were the girl he took swing dancing a few nights ago?" "Really? He went dancing with you? That is soo hot, I would not expect that from him, seeing him as I do now," one of her friends piped up. "There is a lot not many know about him, why...." started Evan;s manager before he was bluntly interrupted by Cadee. "Why is he doing so badly out there? He wasn't losing this badly before? What changed this fight?" she asked as Evan took yet another punch to the chest. "Well, uh, this is kinda weird, but Evan is a straight no frills guy, he can focus utterly on one goal and easily achieve it, but give him multiple targets or a distraction and he can't handle it and fails at both..." the manager went on before he was interrupted again. "Then what is he so distracted about? It should be on the fact that he's getting killed out there," she cried, getting tired of this roundabout talk. "Well, to put it bluntly, you. He wasn;t sure if you were the girl that he went on a date with, you were so different then as from now, and that is driving him crazy." hastily explained the manager. Cadee was stunned. Evan was getting distracted during a physical pummeling because he was thinking about her? A part of her reveled in the romance, but the logical part was horrified that he was losing and it could be easily preventable. She quickly replied,"Yes, of course its me, tell him that, anything to make him stop losing," shooing the manager back to the ring as the bell rang for the second round. He left and Cadee was left with her girlfriends, most of whom were overcome with how romantic this had all turned out to be. Cade just hoped that Evan cleared his head before it was too late.... "It is her, you're sure?" questioned Evan between breaths. His friend could see that he was taking a beating her, usually his matches were a round of intense action, not a stalemate of attrition, and he was coming out the worse for the exchange. His face was openly bleeding now and he moved with slowness on his right side. Although he had managed to avoid the worst, the other fighter was fresher than him and he had the psychological advantage. If this fight did not turn in this next round, then Evan would surely lose. "Yes, she described the swing dancing and everything, and hoped this would clear your head," replied the manager, acknowledging that while this was not precisely what she had said, she HAD specified anything to help him win the fight. "Really? Wow, she looks totally gorgeous right now," Evan said trailing off and looking at Cadee in the audience. "Yes, but now I think its time to concentrate on the match before..." the manager started before he was interrupted by Evan. "Go ask her if she'll go out with me again, only this time more like the way she is now," he said. The manager was stunned, Evan had never been this hung up on a girl before. "I don't think..." he began.... "Go ask her!" Evan pleaded as the bell rang for round 3. The manager shook his head and hurried over to the girls, before it was too late.... "...go out with him again only more like you are now," the manager finished. Cadee's attention was torn between two points, watching Evan getting hit and his manager's message. Her girlfriends were mostly no help, as they all thought by now that it was hopelessly romantic. Well, she Cadee was more of a realist, and she could see a way to turn this around and still have her fighter at the end. She though quickly, and ordered the manager to get a mic from the DJ's table, sending one of her girlfriend's over as distraction and female coercion. With that she strode to a nearest point to the cage where she could be see easily and waited for the mic. Although it was a relatively short amount of time to get it and persuade the DJ to turn down the background music and get the vocal audio turned up, it was an eternity to those in the cage, and by the time it was set up, Evan was on the ground in a scissors with a partial shoulderlock set by the big shot. Cadee grabbed the mic when it was handed to her and prayed this worked in time.... Hard-Won Attraction Ch. 07 ".....OUT WITH YOU, BUT ONLY IF YOUR WIN!" a voice unfamiliar to most of the audience surprisingly cried out over the speaker. The rest of the crowd was puzzled and some angry that the ambience mood was in disarray. To Evan, it was like a clear view of the sky after the clouds parted, and a mental kickstart at the same time. The confusion was gone, replaced by fire, and something else, something more, a burning desire to see her again, and realizing the only way to do that was to win here. He coiled his legs under him to get his balance, awkwardly pulled himself into a squat with the other fighter's legs still around him, and in one move.... "Holy Crap!" exclaimed one of Cadee's girlfriends on seeing Evan's sudden break from the leg and shoulderlock. Cadee smiled inwardly at big shot's stunning turn of events. Well, if he didn't want to get hit in the face like that, then he should have made sure that Evan couldn't have gotten his balance, stood up and used the shoulder lock as leverage to land a haymaker to the chin while big shot was busy trying to hold onto the shoulder, she thought. Now she was smiling openly and cheering her heart out, as Evan pounced on the now stunned big shot on the ground and started landing blows, most of which were scoring on the face. To his credit, big shot took it for more than a minute after the break out, and it was only the ref's stopping the fight since he was offering no defense that the fight was called. When the winners were trotted out to the center of the ring, both battered fighters looked exhausted, Big shot's face looked like hamburger after the last few minutes, and Evan's earlier bruises were starting to darken. Cadee didn't care, he looked stunning anyway. Vaguely she remembered a quote from history class about a man's finest hour is when he lies exhausted on the field of battle, victorious, and she had to agree with the author right then. Evan's tired eyes showed so much depth and experience right then that she could feel herself losing her concentration in them even now as he stood staring at her from the ring. She felt arousal on her moist panties beneath her as she sat down, but had eyes only for Evan as his manager slipped away from their table to go escort his fighter to the locker room. The girl that had accompanied him to the DJ's table was now jabbering away with the rest of the group. Only after Evan was out of sight behind closed doors did she turn her attention to what she was saying. "........gave me some backstage passes to go visit the locker room area and see the fighters, if we wanted to, which I do, if only to see him again, he;s a funny guy," she finished. "Wait, you mean that we would get to go see the fighters maybe au natural?" asked one of the girls. "I'm definitely in." "Me too," replied another "I kinda want to see that spunky little fighter that fought the last fighter first." "Alright, who's the last one going to?" asked the de facto leader redundantly. No one really had to ask, it was obvious that Cadee was going as well, and the look on her face showed it. They went around to the side door and showed their passes to the burly security guards flanking the entrance, who merely glance at the passes and them before letting them through. The "locker room" it turned out was really a passageway with series of individual rooms, sort of like what showgirls or different acts might use to change between shows, and judging from what acts the Blue Piranha usually did, that was entirely possible. One of her friends spotted the fighter from the first match and went over to console/congratulate him. Another caught a glimpse of the shower room and made a beeline for it. That left Cadee and her friend the manager took a fancy to going to Evan's room at the end of the hallway. The manager was standing outside the door and appeared very glad to see her friend. Before they went out to the bar to get a drink, he motioned he to go right into Evan's room. Her breath and arousal quickening, Cadee wasted no time in going in stealthily. Hard-Won Attraction Ch. 08 Inside, she saw Evan face down with a towel wrapped around his waist on a massage/training table being iced and worked on by the trainer, who it looked like was trying to gently massage some of the swelling from the fight out of his joints. Evan's face was looking away from her, so Cadee didn't know if his eyes were open or shut. The trainer looked questioningly at her and was about to comment, till she quieted him and he recognized her from Evan's in-ring ramblings and seeing her near the cage. She stood there for a few more minutes, gazing at Evan's prostrate form and imagining what he was wearing underneath that towel. His shoulders, while red, were well defined with just a hint of hair on his back, while his legs looked rippled and even larger than usual, with tendons and veins making an impression under the surface, even though he was relaxing. His arms, especially his elbows, were covered with icebags, but his forearms stood out nice and defined, and his hands were still covered with some ripped tape. All in all, he looked like a warrior just come back victorious from the battlefield, which in a way he was, and this just pushed her to new heights of arousal. She unconsciously rubbed the front of her skirt to adjust her now thoroughly soaked panties. The trainer, bless his heart, if he saw didn't comment. Cadee asked with her hand motions if Evan had his eyes open or closed, and when the trainer showed closed, she got an idea. She fished a 50 out of her purse, along with her registered nurse's card, handing both to the trainer, who took them both questioningly. She pantomimed that for the 50 she would take over the massage and to prove that she could do it right pointed to the nurse's card. The trainer only hesitated for a split second before taking the money and handing her back the card before slipping out. Moving over to the prostrate form, she checked to make sure that he still had his eyes closed before resuming the trainer's massage with the icebag that she had interrupted. She moved the bag all along the darkest blotches and most sensitive spots about Evan's surely aching joints. When she came to the traditionally sensitive spots on the back of his knees and lower back, Evan shuddered a bit, giving Cadee a curious feeling of power over this muscular man. Her nipples tingled under her top in anticipation, and naughty idea came to her. She took off her top, putting her 34Ds on display for the first time, set it aside on another table and began rubbing her nipples with her ice-cold hand to further increased the sensation, making them harder and longer than they had been many times before. She grinned at what Evan would say if he were to only open his eyes! When Evan's backside was done, she slapped his right butt cheek in a signal to turn over. Evan slowly, gingerly, turned onto his front, and Cadee was pleased to see a pleasant bulge decorating the front of his towel, showing that he was indeed naked underneath the towel. It didn't even look fully erect yet, and she liked it already. She resumed her icebag massage on his front, making sure not to go anywhere near his crotch with it. When she was done, and Evan was sighing contentedly, there was a feeling of pent-up lust inside of her and a feeling of burning desire to touch her fighter with her bare hands. She rubbed her still cold hands all over her warm breasts, increasing the stiffness and warming up her hands to at least body temperature. Slowly then, very slowly, she slipped her hands underneath his towel from the bottom and finding what she wanted, began to massage it from the base all the way up to the head in long, sensual strokes..... Evan became aware of the new sensation gradually as he was dozing on the table. After his usual ice massage, the trainer usually just left him alone, but now there was something different, something pleasurable but unexpected. He liked it, liked it a lot in fact, but a portion of his mind was screaming something was wrong. He didn't care, as long as the sensation continued rubbing the most precious part of his anatomy. Then the tip of his penis suddenly felt cold and a second later, warm and wet. Now he started to question what was going on, he was obviously getting a blowjob, then the logic portion of his brain kicked in and screamed that the trainer was male! He jerked himself half upright on the training table with a start, ready to tell the trainer off and defend himself if need be, but instead his eyes fell upon a very beautiful brunette in a short miniskirt and high heels with a very skimpy bra on with a hand around his dick, still massaging it to full hardness and a smile playing around her sensual mouth as she realized the effect that her ministrations were having. When she saw he was awake, she took her mouth off his dick and smiled blindingly at him while continually pumping with her hand. "Good, you're awake, I though I was gonna have to do this forever," she said, still smiling. This was just too much for Evan, his brain was torn between pleasure, confusion, and a little bit of anger. "Wha-," he started, before he took in the top lying on the table next to them, the full measure of her facial feature and the familiar smile that played across her face. IN a flash he recognized Cadee, and the new look she had dressed in hardened him even more. Her eyes widened in surprise as she glanced down and saw what effect this recognition had on his anatomy. As she was turning her eyes back to his face, his right hand came up and fastened around the back of her head, pulling her lips closer to his. Her eyes widened again when their lips met, but then closed to fully feel the sensations racing out from their meeting point. Her pussy actually started to drip fluid down her leg, and her breath came in shorter gasp and they only broke lip contact momentarily to breathe. After a minute of this intense make out session, she climbed on the table with him and sat straddling his thighs, all the while never breaking contact with his lips or letting go of his rod, which felt like warm steel in her grip. His other hand came up to gently caress her bra encased tits, and within the kiss she moaned deeply in arousal. They broke the kiss, out of breath, and changed targets, his teeth started nibbling her earlobe with the hand on his head moving to her lower back, while her other hand clutched his shoulder blades, digging in and not letting go. The only thing that stayed constant was her hand pumping his cock and her moans, which were rapidly turning into shrill sounds of pleasure, her eyes squeezed shut. He could feel her wetness leaking through on his thighs and decided to do something about that before she emptied his cock first. He grabbed both hands underneath her skirt, feeling her warm, muscular butt, kneading in it to get a good feel. She moaned as his fingers moved closer to her slit, making the juices spread even farther around her crotch. From behind, he probed her swollen lips and hole, feeling her juices follow his hand with every caress. His mouth had now gotten level with her breasts now, and he nuzzled them through her bra before she got the hint and took it off entirely. His mouth then slipped over to entirely engulf her right nipple while he sucked and caressed it with his tongue. She moaned and felt herself melting into him, grabbing his shoulders to steady herself. When his dual middle fingers actually penetrated her pussy for the first time, she gasped and tensed her whole body up, making her vaginal walls clamp around his fingers. His eyes openned from his titsucking and he gazed down in amazement at the pussy locking down his fingers. Gently easing his left hand out while remaining with his other hand, he stroked her clit from the front to get her to release her finger. The pink nub of flesh quickly grew longer and longer as he rubbed it roughly, and she visibly sqirmed from his finger ministration. As he backed off a little, she sighed contentedly and a little in sadness, which caused him to he smile wickedly, it was time. Taking a hold of either side of her butt, he gently lifted her crotch up to his face and displaying his athletic strength, held her there the whole time he was administering to her needs. His fingers moved in concert with his tongue, moving aside the thin black thong panties while reaching with his tongue to trace the line of her open slit down from clit to hole. His talented tongue moved back to her clit and started a further exploration, first caressing around the folds nears the base, then moving up to the tip gradually, sucking occasionally to bring pressure and insistence to Cadee's increasing moans. Finally Cadee's clit was protruding out from her pussy, enough to make the pink nub of flesh easily visible to the naked eye. In disbelief, Cadee lifted her head from its position thrown back in ecstasy to see its previously unbelievable present length jutting out in all its glory. Her eyes widened unconsciously as she continued to imagine the last time she had been able to see her clit, and imagining the things that she thought Evan would like to do to it. She closed her eyes in a shudder at the mental image, and Evan smiled beneath her, realizing that her body was his to do, to play with, as he wished. He could bring her to the highest heights of ecstasy, or implant the most manifest demonstrations of pain, her senses were that heightened by the point of arousal. The only thing that would be criminal would be to do nothing right now, to let her gradually slip off this pedestal of chance for pleasure and kill whatever dream she had for this night. Never one to want to disappoint a lady, Evan chose the most direct path. With his lips first, he dived onto her erect clit and sucked like it was an extra sensitive nipple. As soon as Cadee felt the familiar arousing sensations on her most sensitive patch of skin, her body convulsed with remembered heat and arousal, unifying itself into a fluid form straight from her pussy. The orgasm came in waves, drenching her in a sea of emotions, causing her to lose consciousness briefly while she shuddered atop Evan, held captive by his skilled tongue and movement. For his part, Evan was drenched with Cadee's pussy juice, a further indicator that he was doing it right. He smiled, waiting for her to come down a little from her orgasm, then attacking her clit again, trying to bring her to new heights. Cadee, through her post-orgasm haze, was just beginning to come back to consciousness when she felt the orgasm build in her loins again, and she reached back with her arms to steady herself on top of Evan prone body. Her left hand accidentally brushed against his hard cock on the process. Evan's mouth gave a shudder at this unexpected contact, which Cadee felt run through his tongue up to massage and stimulate he still-erect clit, causing them both to moan. A naughty idea took her fancy. Leaning back even farther while still keeping her pussy within reach of Evan's mouth, she maneuvered to get his hard cock over her right shoulder while beginning to pump with her right hand and leaning on her left. Evan;s already large cock grew even more engorged, till she thought there was no way for it to get any bigger except to explode. Leaning her neck back even farther, she craned until her mouth was at the tip of his dick in a perverse kind of 69, with him eating her pussy from the front and her mouth was leaning back to suck his cock, which once she had accommodated for the position, began to greedily gulp down as much as she could. Evan's lower half began to respond with such intense signals that were transmitted up his tongue to stimulate her pussy with such abandon that her gasps were amplified to the arousal around his dick, making in porn what is called an orgasm circuit, both partners arousal leading to simultaneous orgasms. As Evan's tongue increased its pace on Cadee's clit, Cadee's mouth increased the vacuum-like grip on Evan's cock, sending both further into the heights of orgasm. Cadee, with her recent arousal, was the first to go off, filling Evan;s mouth with pungent female cum, which like then gentleman he was Evan lapped down greedily. His liquid proof of his sexual control over her in this one contest of will sent him into spasms of ecstasy, which Cadee swallowed down as well, returning the favor. They both lay in their current positions for a minute, gasping for breath, totally spent, until Cadee started to get a crick in her neck from trying to turn over her shoulder and needed to move. Evan, sensing this movement, gathered his hold on her butt and slowly eased it down his body, until her prostrate body lay comfortably atop his. They slowly took deep breaths to steady themselves and their bodies, closing their eyes to steady themselves. When they opened them, they realized that unconsciously they had synchronized their breathing to be in synch with the others'. Their gaze turned to the other persons', taking in the other's bodies in the meantime; Evan's beaten and battered physique, yet ultimately triumphant, and Cadee's long, yet proportionally sensual body, looking so right lying atop Evan;s toned one. Their eyes met, Evan;s deep blue ones looking deep into Cadee's dark brown ones, and each held the other;s gaze as long as they could . Finally, Evan cracked a smile, earning him a return smile from Cadee. "So, interested in finding out what I REALLY do for a living?" he asked....