gift! Take it. Or are you a liar as well as a pussy? You stepped up here. Now really step up!” The chief slapped Sanjay hard on the back of his head.
Tracy watched the pack mentality set in. A potential rival was getting his dick knocked in the dirt. It was too good an opportunity to pass up. The other males whipped out theirs, figuratively speaking, and the measuring began.
“Little performance anxiety there, Jay?”
“You offered,
hijo
.”
“You going to cry too?”
Tracy watched as a frown furrowed the boy’s brows. He shot a furious glance at his tormentors. Then the blonde girl made doe eyes at him. The young man’s jaw tightened at the attempted manipulation.
“That’s torn it,” Tracy muttered.
“Oh, no,” Mercedes breathed. “Sanjay’s got a temp—”
She was interrupted when Sanjay growled, “I’ll give you something to cry about.”
His fist lashed out and took the girl full in the face. Her nose smashed against her cheeks, blood flew in all directions. The blonde screamed as the force of the blow drove her backwards onto the mat. The girl’s hands were at her face, blood welling from between her fingers, both her eyes already blackening. Her sparring partner turned assailant lunged toward her, fist upraised, clearly ready to strike again.
Tracy moved to intercept, but not as quickly as Mercedes. She interposed herself between the sobbing girl and the furious boy. Tracy saw her hands close into fists, but she didn’t swing. Instead her right foot flew up and took Sanjay in the crotch. He shrieked in pain, and bent forward to clutch his abused privates. Mercedes danced from one foot to the other and lashed out with her left foot, connecting with Sanjay’s descending chin. Sanjay’s head snapped back, and he collapsed moaning onto the mat.
Mercedes was hopping on one foot and clutching her toes. “Ow,” she panted. Tracy tried to choke back laughter and was only marginally successful. “You try kicking a jawbone with your bare feet!” Mercedes flashed at him.
“Looks more like that jaw was made of glass,” Tracy chuckled. A rueful smile told him he was forgiven. Then he was forgotten as Mercedes whirled and rushed to the whimpering girl. She dropped to her knees next to the blonde.
“It’s all right, Dani. It’s all right.” She pinned Deal with an imperious look. “She needs to see a doctor. Now!”
Deal stepped forward. “The medicos are on the way.” He held out a broad, blunt hand. “Well done you, Cadet Princess. I think I know the fighting style that will suit you. We’ll make you a big damn hero yet.”
Mercedes ignored the drill instructor and held out her hand to Tracy. He hustled forward and assisted her to her feet. For a moment they stood face to face, her hand in his. He knew he was beaming. She gave him a tiny nod. He gave one back, released her hand and stepped away.
* * *
The scent of sweat, farts, soap, hair pomade and aftershave mingled with the steam from the hot water pounding from showerheads. The locker room was crowded with students and their batBEMs. Donnel was waiting at a locker, a towel draped over one of his arms, a bar of soap and a bath sponge in one hand, shampoo in a second, shaving gear in a third. Only Tracy had a servant so rich in appendages. The other batBEMs carried their cadets’ toiletries in small shower caddies.
Tracy stripped off his sweat-soaked gym clothes, took the towel from Donnel’s arm, wrapped it around his waist and joined the gaggle of men heading to the showers. Donnel trailed after him with his odd lurching walk. The tile floor beneath Tracy’s bare feet was almost hot, and heat lamps set into the ceiling bathed his shoulders with warmth. There were no stalls, just a long row of showerheads throwing water onto the tiles and drains to carry it bubbling away. Mirrors were set on the back wall between the showerheads, made from some material that kept them clear of the clouds of steam that obscured the naked
Tracy watched the pack mentality set in. A potential rival was getting his dick knocked in the dirt. It was too good an opportunity to pass up. The other males whipped out theirs, figuratively speaking, and the measuring began.
“Little performance anxiety there, Jay?”
“You offered,
hijo
.”
“You going to cry too?”
Tracy watched as a frown furrowed the boy’s brows. He shot a furious glance at his tormentors. Then the blonde girl made doe eyes at him. The young man’s jaw tightened at the attempted manipulation.
“That’s torn it,” Tracy muttered.
“Oh, no,” Mercedes breathed. “Sanjay’s got a temp—”
She was interrupted when Sanjay growled, “I’ll give you something to cry about.”
His fist lashed out and took the girl full in the face. Her nose smashed against her cheeks, blood flew in all directions. The blonde screamed as the force of the blow drove her backwards onto the mat. The girl’s hands were at her face, blood welling from between her fingers, both her eyes already blackening. Her sparring partner turned assailant lunged toward her, fist upraised, clearly ready to strike again.
Tracy moved to intercept, but not as quickly as Mercedes. She interposed herself between the sobbing girl and the furious boy. Tracy saw her hands close into fists, but she didn’t swing. Instead her right foot flew up and took Sanjay in the crotch. He shrieked in pain, and bent forward to clutch his abused privates. Mercedes danced from one foot to the other and lashed out with her left foot, connecting with Sanjay’s descending chin. Sanjay’s head snapped back, and he collapsed moaning onto the mat.
Mercedes was hopping on one foot and clutching her toes. “Ow,” she panted. Tracy tried to choke back laughter and was only marginally successful. “You try kicking a jawbone with your bare feet!” Mercedes flashed at him.
“Looks more like that jaw was made of glass,” Tracy chuckled. A rueful smile told him he was forgiven. Then he was forgotten as Mercedes whirled and rushed to the whimpering girl. She dropped to her knees next to the blonde.
“It’s all right, Dani. It’s all right.” She pinned Deal with an imperious look. “She needs to see a doctor. Now!”
Deal stepped forward. “The medicos are on the way.” He held out a broad, blunt hand. “Well done you, Cadet Princess. I think I know the fighting style that will suit you. We’ll make you a big damn hero yet.”
Mercedes ignored the drill instructor and held out her hand to Tracy. He hustled forward and assisted her to her feet. For a moment they stood face to face, her hand in his. He knew he was beaming. She gave him a tiny nod. He gave one back, released her hand and stepped away.
* * *
The scent of sweat, farts, soap, hair pomade and aftershave mingled with the steam from the hot water pounding from showerheads. The locker room was crowded with students and their batBEMs. Donnel was waiting at a locker, a towel draped over one of his arms, a bar of soap and a bath sponge in one hand, shampoo in a second, shaving gear in a third. Only Tracy had a servant so rich in appendages. The other batBEMs carried their cadets’ toiletries in small shower caddies.
Tracy stripped off his sweat-soaked gym clothes, took the towel from Donnel’s arm, wrapped it around his waist and joined the gaggle of men heading to the showers. Donnel trailed after him with his odd lurching walk. The tile floor beneath Tracy’s bare feet was almost hot, and heat lamps set into the ceiling bathed his shoulders with warmth. There were no stalls, just a long row of showerheads throwing water onto the tiles and drains to carry it bubbling away. Mirrors were set on the back wall between the showerheads, made from some material that kept them clear of the clouds of steam that obscured the naked
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