The Fighter's Girl by Unknown

smirked, seeming to know exactly what she was thinking, like always. Izzy was thankful the other fighters weren’t paying them any attention. No way did she want them to see her land on her ass, which would most likely be the outcome. He rolled his head back and forth on his shoulders, and his grin widened.
    Rein it in, Izzy. Pressing her thighs together, she reminded herself now was not the time or place for her to get worked up, especially since they weren’t alone, and Phillip and London were watching.
    “Okay, so you turn around, and I want to see what you’ll do when I come up behind you.” He put her into position, and a soft moan only meant for him to hear slipped out of her mouth. He was just so close, smelled so good, and the image of them in the shower just this morning played through her head. His voice was low when he said, “You better behave, baby, because I’m not afraid to take you right here with everyone watching.”
    The growl of his voice had her whole body tingling. Come to think of it, he made her being bad sound very tempting.
    “On second thought, I’m not gonna take you where all these assholes can see, but I’ll make sure you regret being a bad girl in the gym when we get back home. Maybe I’ll spank your ass until it’s nice and red.” He smoothed his hands down her arms, but stepped away from her before she could say or do anything. “Just pretend I’m a bad guy.”
    Izzy took a deep breath and nodded. She sensed him come close to her, and right when she thought he was behind her, she spun around and brought her fist toward his stomach. He caught it easily, used her momentum to spin her around so her back was to his chest, and placed his hand in the center of her chest.
    “If I was the bad guy I could have done anything to you right now. You’re moving too fast, not thinking about your actions, and hoping to just hit the target on chance.” He let go and took a step back. “Now this time I’m going to put my hands on you and show you what to do, okay?”
    “Yeah.” She felt him move behind her again, but this time she stood still when he wrapped his forearm around her upper chest.
    “Grab my forearm.” She did what he said. “You’re going to use my strength against me. When I reach for you with my other hand, I want you to pull my arm on your chest down, spin out of my grasp, grab my shoulders, and knee me in the balls.” Izzy raised her eyebrow even though she knew he couldn’t see her. The first attempt was useless, and the second had her on her ass at his feet.
    “Baby, you have to concentrate and really use my strength against me, yeah?” She stood, wiped her butt off, and turned around again.
    All right, she could do this. How hard was it to kick some guy in the nuts? He reached around her, and she grabbed his arm. All of her focus was on the way he moved behind her, and she concentrated on that. When he went to grab her with his other hand she spun around, grabbed his shoulders, and brought her knee up. Right when she knew she would have connected with his junk, he blocked her move and pulled her toward him.
    “Good job, baby.” His eyes were on her lips, and the outline of his cock was pressed to her belly. He wasn’t hard, but he was still very impressive. “I knew you had it in you.”
    “But I didn’t get you.”
    His chuckle was deep and short. “Izzy, I train to fight for a living. I also told you what moves to do, so I knew it was coming. Any other schmuck would be on his knees right now.”
    She felt good from his praise, and didn’t feel like such a failure now, but the way he was looking at her had everything inside of her heating quickly, and to a boiling point. His flaccid cock started to stiffen, and she gave him a knowing smirk.
    He cleared his throat and shook his head, but she didn’t miss how the corner of his lips tilted up in amusement. “Maybe we should practice on the punching bags, get some of that extra energy out?” He sounded