Chapter 98 - Training (1/2)

Sometimes, life throws you a warning sign that isn't too clear. 'She seems like a great girl but she's been in trouble with the law before. Should I not get close to her?' Other times, we choose to ignore those warning signs. 'Well, he cheated on my best friend with me, but I'm sure he will be loyal to me.' And sometimes, while waiting in a large, wooden laced and intricately designed dojo, you see a rather hot, mature woman with brown hair and a decent tan walk in in only a black spandex top and booty shorts carrying a duffel back in one hand and a rather sinister looking device with straps and buckles in the other. At this point, you have to figure out that you might have fucked up somewhere.

Laz just couldn't figure out where exactly he had fucked up. But if he had to guess, it might have been coming here.

Kat had a rather pleased expression on her face. Seems like she gotten what she wanted as far as her dad's restrictions go and now she had the chance to have the perfect training partner. Her bright smile only served to make Laz feel a bit more chilled than before.

In truth, Kat was hot in a wild sort of way. Her wild brunette hair combined with her tan skinned, finely toned body and ample proportions would lead any normal man on a mad dash to want to conquer this exotic animal. The problem was that this wasn't some gentle kitten but a wild jaguar

who would rip your face off for looking at her funny. Her fairly unusual fetish also meant that even the heartiest of guys would find themselves lacking from her perspective, causing her needs bar to far exceed the quality of guy she could find in this fairly small town.

That is, until one poor soul walked through her front door.

”Hey, Crys-alot!” Kat called to the front desk after stopping in front of Laz.

”Yes boss?” The blond haired male replied, looking up from his phone.

”Cancel the day's classes and get your ass out of here. Better be here tomorrow though.” Kat yelled as though she was some type of mafia boss.

”Sure thing boss,” he answered without another word. After logging into the network and sending out a quick notification on the computer, the blond quickly got his jacket and walked out the door. Although Laz was pretty far away from him at this point, he almost thought he heard the blond hair man say 'May god have mercy on your soul,' as he walked out the door.

Laz, surprised by all this, turned and looked at Kat. She just looked back and him and shrugged as though it was no big deal before setting down the duffel bag and 'torture' device. She went through the duffel back and after a moment and pulled out something that looked rather like the black colored spandex top she was wearing.

”Here, put this on.” Kat said, passing it over.

”Uh...” Laz was speechless as he accepted them.

”Relax, they are work out shorts. No worries. You can go get changed in your room if your afraid. But hurry up, we're wasting time,” Kat ordered while pointing at the hallway that led to his room.

Moving quickly, Laz mad it back to his room and locked the door. He quickly took off the gi that he had just put on and put on the shorts. At first, he had left his boxers on, but then he figured out that it wouldn't work that way. Sighing, he finally put them on correctly and then wore a tee shirt as well. Looking down at himself, he soon figured out another problem. Being that they were basically skin tight spandex that only went as low as his upper thigh, his little friend was able to hand a slight bit lower than that if he wasn't tucked away carefully. Even after completing that task, it still looked like he literally had a snake wrapped around his leg. The shorts themselves only came up to slightly over his crotch area and even though they were spandex, he couldn't pull them any higher. Apparently, they were designed this way.

Laz's only saving grace was that his tee-shirt was rather long and loose, so he was able to cover up his crotch area and hide everything.

After grabbing his key and nothing else since he had nowhere to put anything, he walked out of his room and out of the hallway, only to find Kat staring at him like a beast observing it's pray. The worst part was when she frowned at bit as he walked towards her.

”Yeah... no. Hell no.” Kat moved quickly and before he knew it, Laz's shirt was removed from his body at a speed he didn't think possible. Standing there, exposed as he was, he started feeling a bit like an abused school girl from one of those special online comics he had enjoyed reading in the past. As someone who had always been a bit dominate in his relationships, he just didn't know how to act.

”MMM, hehehehe....Much better,” Kat commented as she circled around Laz, occasionally reaching out and stroking various parts of his body. Her eyes seemed as though she was going to devour him at any moment.

”Ahem...” Laz cleared his throat.

”Right, right.” Coming back to herself, Kat regained her focus once again. She had agreed to a few things with her dad, hence why she was being given this chance to train him how she wanted. And she wasn't going to waste it.

”So first things first. You are strong, but I'm wondering how good your stamina is...” Kat said with a questioning look on her face.

”S'cuse me?” Laz blurted out.

”That's right. No matter how big and strong you are, you need to be able to go the distance. Otherwise, it's just wasted flesh,” Kat replied.