Dale has decided in the last couple of weeks that since Chase has retired he needs a brand new fucking project.
Lucky me.
Yay.
Let me throw a fucking parade.
My body is shaking with achy muscles and drained stamina. The man is the fucking devil, I swear to it.
I hear a groan coming from somewhere at my side. I can’t see who since I am way too tired to move my head but I am pretty sure it’s Chase.
“Is he ever nice?” I moan out as I try to sit up. My abs are refusing to work it seems.
Motion beside me tells me Chase is trying as well. “This is him being nice. This is his more gentle side.”
“Fuck me.”
“Yep,” he agrees.
Dale is evil. Like I swear each and every muscle of mine he works into miserable pain gets him off. He acts as if it is a personal attack if I don’t break down and cry every couple hours.
I haven’t cried yet, but I know I have thought about it.
Thursday, for an hour, was the only time I saw him actually be nice. Grace and Hope showed up to watch us work out. The fucking bastard was all smiles and gentleness with them. But every time they weren’t paying attention, he would look at me and I swear he was giving me the stink eye. Fucker is crazy.
That was kinda cool though that my girls showed up like that. I really liked it. Hope was so excited to see me she ran right into the ring where I was working with Brett on speeding up my kicks. She yelled at Brett for hitting me then gave me this giant bear hug.
Kid is awesome.
Brett even looked chastised by the yell. Fucker kicked me pretty hard after she left but it was worth it.
But now… Now I am hurting, barely able to breathe, and wondering if I would be able to tap out. Probably not.
Dale has been running us as hard as he can. He says Chase is getting fat in retirement and that I have been going too easy on myself. I won’t say it to his face, but yeah I can feel my endurance going even higher. But damn this shit is hard.
“Really, ladies? You want to stay on the mat longer? Wow, you really do like my six inches. Well, take it all ladies, take it all. On your backs!”
“Fuck that! I am gonna punch him!” I say as I let my body fall back to the mat.
Lifting our legs into the air six inches off the mat, we count out to thirty then drop ‘em back down.
“One!” we shout in unison.
“Gotta build those abs up, wouldn’t want your girls thinking you are pansies now, would we…. Up!”
This is his way of making sure we don’t walk right. He is fucking us so hard right now and he didn’t even have to take his pants off.
We do this for another twenty reps. Thank god, twenty-one might kill me.
“First one up wins!”
Shit, I am standing and pushing Chase back down as fast as I can and he is trying to do the same to me. I don’t know what we win, but I sure as hell don’t want to lose.
“Aw, would you look at that. You guys are winners now. I am proud.”
Looking over at Chase, he grins at me. “I tap, I gotta get going. Need to get ready for the next class coming in.”
Patting my shoulder as he walks out of the cage, my mouth falls open.