The work was breathtaking. I want mine done, to jump the queue, maybe sneak it in without the boss knowing.
‘Bruiser, and the nosey, are waiting at the gym, come.” I escorted her to the gym, a room she had never been to yet, although Sticks would have given her a good tour; this room was men only until now, so it was doubtful Sticks would have brought her here to look.
Bruiser was dressed in shorts, a T-shirt, and joggers, ready to spar with Maxine. My stomach plummeted at the thought of her getting hurt. When Bruiser asked her to change out of her jeans, none of us was prepared for the strip tease we got. My mouth went dry, and I had trouble swallowing, as I watched her remove her joggers, jeans, and blouse, then sat to put her joggers back on. Thank goodness she sat to do that; if she had bent over, I think all of us would have c*m in our pants.
Maxine stood before Bruiser, looking tiny against that solid muscle. To me, she didn’t stand a chance against him.
“Ready?” Bruiser asked when Max stood before him. She stretched her arms over and her head, then rolled her neck a few times, then nodded.
Bruiser moved fast, but not as fast as I had seen him go before; he was holding back as he sent his fist her way to gauge her reaction. Maxine dodged his fist and gave him a quick jab in the ribs as she dodged out of the way. His face showed only a light twitch, nothing more, but that twitch to me gave away that he was as surprised as we were that she managed to land a hit on him.
He picked up the pace, throwing wild punches and quick leg sweeps, judging her with each deliberate move.
Maxine never faltered. I have never seen a female move and defend like she was; it was impressive. Even the guys watching cheered when she landed a punch or avoided one of his.
“Stop,” Bruiser called an end.
“Impressive, you do a form of martial arts, and whoever trained you did a great job. Your footwork was a little sloppy sometimes, but nothing that can’t be improved with practice. If you are interested, we can do some one-on-one training, get your feet working as good as the rest of you.” That was a huge compliment coming from Bruiser.
“If one-on-one means you won’t be holding back, you are on. I don’t need to train with you if you are going to keep holding back.” She smiled back, tempting him to have another go.
“Today was to make sure you can handle yourself, no good calling you a bouncer, if you can’t bounce,” he said, like it was a joke, but Max didn’t seem to laugh or smile about it and waited for him to answer her question.
“Three days a week, Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, six am, before you eat. We dance for an hour.”
He took a bottle of water, one of the men handed to him, and he handed Maxine one too.
“Thx.’ She murmured to the guy, who gave her the water.
“I will be here.” She replied after sculling half the bottle of water. That’s my girl.
“Party nights, we will work as a team in the beginning, once you get on your feet, and know the rules we have, then I will leave you on your own. Until then, stick by me.” Bruiser said and walked off, not waiting for Maxine to respond.
“You did great, Bruiser. It doesn’t offer anyone private tutoring.” Stinky said as he picked up the discarded towels and empty water bottles.
“He could do with some training, too. He got sloppy, letting me hit him a few times.” Max shrugged as if it was nothing to her, and possibly it wasn’t; she was wet from perspiration, but didn’t look bushed. My little woman was strong, smart, and fast. I have less worry about her now. If a girl got a hit in, then Maxine could take it. After seeing Bruiser land a couple, she just shook it off and got into position, ready to go again.
“Want to shower before dinner, getting a bit late to be returning to the workshop,” I suggested. I also want to see the bruises she would have gotten, even if she didn’t show them; they must have hurt.
“Sure, you going to check me out?” She said it with jest, but she knew what I wanted, and wasn’t going to fight me on it.
Picking up her clothes, she didn’t bother putting them on, but carried them back with her. As we walked inside and to our room, she placed them on a chair, and I got the impression she would put them back on after the shower.
Maxine removed her shoes and walked into the bathroom, pulling her sports bra over her head as she walked in. Once inside, she didn’t close the bathroom door, leaving it as an invitation, if I wanted to check out her bruises.
I grabbed the first-aid kit and placed it on the bed, then followed her into the bathroom. I was tempted to join her in the shower. Still, I refrained. I am not sure we are quite ready for that yet, although standing here, looking at her body, I wish we were. I haven’t wanted a woman as badly as
I like her in a very long time.
“Want me to turn around so you can look me over?” Maxine smirked as she lifted her arms above her head and slowly turned around.
I hissed when I saw two rather large areas, red and changing darker, that were going to be two nasty bruises.
“I have some spray for those bruises,” I announced, trying to keep my concern out of my voice.
“Gotcha, I have the same in my bag, but happy to use your up first.” She chuckled.
Maxine POV
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.