Author's note: The beginning of this series represented a number of challenges for me, one of which was writing the story entirely in the first person. However, I find that I want to introduce more information than Sarah can know, especially the thoughts and impressions of certain transient characters, thus making it possible to juxtapose her experiences with those of others. So with this installment, I introduce some splashes of third person into the mix. For those who have been reading the series so far, I apologize if this change upsets the flow, but I hope it deepens the enjoyment for you, my readers.
Special thanks again to Etaski for editing and supporting my prurient efforts.
Chapter 3 continues a few weeks after the events of chapter 2.
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I was keyed up, alert, and ready for it, but still the attack came so hard and so fast that I barely saw it. The power of the blow knocked me literally off my feet, and only my years of training prevented me from being hurt badly by the fall itself. Even so, I saw stars as my breath was knocked from my body. I had thrown out my arms to the sides, and my feet came down wide at the same time, breaking the fall. Still, as I lay there dazed, my arms flopped uselessly down to the floor, and my naked, sweaty thighs fell open. For several moments I didn't even care that about a score of men were standing around looking at me, and I didn't even know were my assailant was standing just then.
The thought passed through my mind that it usually takes a series of three mistakes to get myself in such an unfortunate predicament. Before I proceed with my story, let me back up and tell you how I got here.
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Still very much in the middle of my 'journey of self-discovery', I maintained my room at the nice hotel where I could enjoy the luxurious facilities whenever I needed them. I also spent a great deal of my time, especially nights, at a roach-motel in an "appropriately seedy" part of this town. Anything I needed I pretty much had to go buy.
I had found a good gym that boasted a little Chinese guy who called himself Jimmy Long (though he was a good inch shorter than my 5' 7") and ran a regular Jeet Kune Do school which I had already attended twice. I found I had a paucity of sports gear to wear so I went shopping.
One of the leotards I bought was a very light brown; for me, almost flesh-colored. I knew it would give me a bare look, but I'm not sure what I was thinking at the time I chose it. I guess I had some vague idea in the back of my mind, but I really gave it no real thought. It wasn't a mistake
per se
, just a possible waste.
The first mistake I made was deciding to wear it today. I mean, really, I had no reason to do so. It was Tuesday and I was going to the gym about ten o'clock. At that time there would pretty much be only women there, so it wasn't that I meant to flirt, and the JKD school did not have classes at that time. Moreover, the hems of the leotard were almost invisible; it was made more like a body suit excepting only that it was not in the least see-through, but the whole effect really did look nude at a glance. It had a full bottom and was cut high on the sides. Short-sleeved with a round neck. Short thick socks and comfortable runners completed the outfit. My legs I left bare; I had no reason to think I'd have to worry about guys staring at my crotch today while I did leg lifts, so I really hadn't seen a problem.
Of course, we know Fate is a fickle Lady, and Her brother Murphy is ever looking for ways to make things go wrong. I arrived at the gym to see far more cars in the parking lot than there should have been. As I pulled in, I saw a sign advertising some special sing-up offer for the JKD school combined with a gym membership. Apparently it was working, as the place was busy if not packed. I parked my car but just sat in it reconsidering.
Hell, you know what, screw it! So what if some guys get their jollies watching for a gap between the fork of my 'tard and my pussy. Not really what I had in mind today, but I'd be damned if I'd be scared off because of it. Besides, I figured if I went back home thinking to get changed I'd just stay there. Thighs and butts don't tone themselves, right? With that thought, I climbed out of my car and headed inside.
Strike two.
Remarkably, it seemed like the session would be more or less uneventful after all. I was getting more looks than usual, more leering, but nothing really creepy. One or two dirty looks from a couple of women. No biggie.
Even the time I spent doing weights went okay. Lying on my back with my legs parted either side of the bench while doing pectoral work did result in a mysterious need for dumb bells from the male patrons. I'm sure the fact that the weights were stored directly opposite my bench had nothing to do with that phenomenon. To their credit, they all tried very hard to be discreet. At least, they thought they were being discreet, and that effort on their part kept their presence from bothering me.
I neared the end of my workout, thinking I had "gotten away" with my poor choice of attire, when I felt someone standing close behind me. This was my last exercise, a set of lat pull-downs, and all that would remain was stretching and cool-down. Crap, I had almost made it cleanly through my session. I finished my set and turned, ready to fend off whatever line was about to be delivered, when I saw it was Jimmy Long.
"Hi Sarah," he said.
Ah, in case you are wondering, yeah, I used my real first name here. You see, this wasn't my first rodeo, and I had learned that my first name didn't give anything really dangerous away. At the same time, it prevented those awkward little mistakes like forgetting what name you had made up. See, keep to the truth as much as you can, and you have less to remember and less chance to screw up.
"Hey Jimmy. I see you have classes today."
"Yep. Special promo deal we got going this week. Package deal between my school and the gym. But listen, I came over to ask you for your help. You are one of my most advanced students, and it would really help me a lot if you'd come over for a few and help me do some demonstrations."
Oh shit! If my outfit was wrong for gym, it was really a major bad idea for sparring with a room full of guys. I really didn't think this was a good idea. "Jimmy, I'm really not dressed for sparring."
"Come on Sarah, you look great, and it would mean a lot to me. Just a few short bouts, and I'll owe you big."
I liked Jimmy, and I wanted to help him. I've been doing this since I was six, so I guess I could make a professional demonstration. It was really hard to say no. So I didn't. "Okay Jimmy, just for you," I said with a slightly irritated edge just to let him know he really would owe me a favor.
"Great, come on, let me introduce you to the group."
"Whoa, let me grab a water real quick. I'll be over right behind you, okay?"
"'Kay. Don't be too long." With that he hurried off towards the training room.
And there was the hat trick, folks. Third mistake was the charm.
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John, or Big John as his friends called him, was truly a large man. At 6' 2", he was about two-hundred and thirty pounds of hard muscle. He was an impressive sight, and he knew it. Recently moved to town, he had looked for a gym before he even chose an apartment -- a man had to keep his priorities straight -- and he liked the setup here. He had come this morning meaning to sign up for gym membership when he saw the deal including the martial arts lessons. Figuring it wouldn't hurt to have some aerobic content in his routine, he decided to check it out.
The place was run by a little runt of a Chinese guy, Jimmy something, and John wasn't really impressed. He figured strength and street smarts would win over fancy who-flung-dung shit every time. Still, it would be good for flexibility, so he hung around watching the demonstrations, but not really paying much attention to what the Chinaman said.
After a time he saw the Chinaman head over towards the gym side, and thought he might leave himself and go hit the weights. Two guys were sparring and going at it pretty hard though, and he decided to wait and see who won. He was a little impressed that this was full contact, even if they wore protective gear. It was always entertaining watching two guys beat the shit out of each other. Finally, a solid redhead with a buzz cut creamed his opponent with an elbow to his solar plexus, followed by a solid shot to the side of his head. The unfortunate recipient sank to his knees, dazed, and yielded the bout.
The Chinaman was back and saying he had an experienced student coming over from the gym who would help him give a few more demonstrations. John waited for a few seconds then got bored and turned to leave. Just then he came to a dead stop, and his jaw literally fell open at the sight that walked in.
In the first instant, he thought she was naked but then realized she was wearing some skin-colored thing that clung to her body like a second skin. And what a fucking body! First looking to her pussy, he stared hard at her mound and was a little disappointed there was no camel toe evident. Then his eyes followed the line of her leotard as it arced high over her hip, revealing that part he found so sexy where thigh became body. Fuck, he felt an almost irresistible urge to go over there and slip his hand behind that flimsy material and run his fingers straight down to her cunt.
