Disclaimer: Like all lit stories this one would fit in multiple categories. This story has exhibitionism, group fun, multiple females, and some light bondage. If those aren't your things, stop now and find another story.
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(Rayner)
I pushed through the last rep of the set I was on for bench press.
Sitting up I took a drink of water and looked around the gym. I was stationed at Camp Pendleton Marine Corps Base in California. It was a beautiful August afternoon, and the gym was partially filled with fellow Marines and civilians running around getting their sweat on.
The main side gym was the largest on base and had all new equipment, it was a breeding ground for fit men and women serving their country.
I moved to dumbbells to start another set of chest presses and idly noticed a couple fit girls next to me working on the heavy bag.
One was white, medium length blonde hair, short and very fit, with thick thighs and a large chest. The other was medium height, had a light brown complexion from tanning, brown hair in a ponytail, toned body with a flower tattoos on one arm and what looked like otters and turtles on the opposite leg. Both were beautiful and wearing black skintight shorts and sport bras.
The blonde was holding the bag while the brunette was punching away. She moved her feet well but was opening and closing her fists with every punch as she danced around.
I snorted but ignored them, picking up my dumbbells and starting my own set. As I was about to finish the two girls walked over to me and stood still for my last rep.
Frowning I set the dumbbells down and sat up.
"Can I help you?" I asked.
"What was that smirk for?" asked the blonde.
"Excuse me," I said.
"The smirk, you looked at us on the bag and smirked your face," the blonde said making a gross exaggeration of my face into a sneer. "Don't tell me you didn't, I saw you."
"It was nothing," I said, waving an arm to downplay it.
The brunette looked at the blonde and rolled her eyes, "Told you it wouldn't matter, why are we wasting our time?"
"Fuck him, I saw him and I hate Marines like that, like we can't work the bag or fight or do things they can do," the blonde replied turning her back. The brunette did the same as they started to walk away.
Now my blood got working, "Excuse me."
They both stopped and faced me.
"You don't know me, why you talking trash?" I asked.
"Cause you can't man up," the blonde said while shaking her head. This close I could see her blue eyes glittering with anger. "I saw what I saw and it annoyed me, you don't even know us and you judge us."
I scoffed, "Look who's talking, judgy much? You don't know a thing about me, yet you think I'm judging you in some way."
"You can't tell me I didn't see what you did," she replied.
I held up a hand, "Fair enough, before this goes any further, I'm Staff Sergeant Rayner, and who are you two?"
The brunette looked at me, "I'm Staff Sergeant Laren, she's Staff Sergeant June."
"Fine, I did SMIRK," I said emphasizing the word.
"Told you," June said.
"Not sneer," I said making my own exaggerated face in mocking of the face June made to me.
Laren giggled but June narrowed her eyes.
"Why?" she growled.
I could see June was pretty annoyed, and I knew from experience that many Marines treated female Marines differently, mostly in the manner she spoke of, but still her reaction to me seemed over the top. Maybe she was having a bad day.
In echo to my thoughts, Laren spoke up, "My friend here got overlooked for a meritorious board that was given to a male staff sergeant that just got to our unit and she's a little cranky right now."
My rising temper deflated, I knew from experience what that felt like. Even though mine wasn't gender, sometimes favorites do come into play. I was an exceptional Marine, but I'd never win any popularity contests. I was kind of a nerd and kept to myself, I also lacked social skills on almost every level.
"Look, sorry I smirked, I happen to be a martial arts instructor and your form had some serious problems," I said, looking back and forth between them.
"Really?" Laren asked, June kept looking at me with narrowed eyes.
I nodded.
"Show us," June said.
"W...what?" I stammered.
"Show us," she growled through gritted teeth. "If you're for real, show us what she was doing wrong."
I looked down at my weights and picked up my water bottle, I was almost finished with my workout anyway, might as well help them out.
I walked back to the bag and they followed. I motioned for June to hold the heavy bag and got into a fighting stance next to Laren.
"The biggest thing you were doing wrong is keeping an open hand," I said.
I demonstrated how she had her hands open and then as she punched forward she'd close her hand into a fist every time.
"This telegraphs your intent, but even more than that it gives your opponent and easy way to beat you," I said.
June snorted, "That's it, an open hand is her bad form? Oh my god," she said rolling her eyes.
This girl was getting on my nerves, "Look mighty mouse, you want to listen or talk trash?"
Laren barked a laugh then covered her mouth while looking at June, who's eyes went wide then narrowed as she silently fumed at me.
"She's sensitive about her height," Laren whispered.
I rolled my eyes, "The reason it's such bad form, is because it's a good way to break your hand."
June stepped up and growled, "Show me."
She dropped into a fighting stance with her hands open.
"You sure you want to do this?" I asked.
In response she snapped out a punch.
I sighed but moved my own hand forward to meet hers. She hadn't closed her grip yet, so when my open palm met her hand her wrist collapsed and she yelped. Gritting her teeth she took a step back while shaking her hand. I stepped forward and brought my hands up and touched a finger to her nose, then grabbed her arms and swung her down to the ground.
"What the fuck dude?" she cried out from the ground.
"You said you wanted to know what was wrong, I just showed you," I said, raising an eyebrow. "It took me less than three seconds to cripple you, then I would've broken your nose and slammed you to the ground. What, did you think I'd stop after you hurt your hand? Real fights don't stop because the other person got hurt, that's kind of the point."
She scowled and looked at Laren, "I'm either going to marry him or kill him, I'm not sure which."
"I was definitely thinking you two need a room," Laren replied deadpan.