Back in his element - the boxing gym - Frazer was rediscovering his confidence. His psyche may have been rocked and his day to day feelings changed during his meeting Cassandra and Lucy, but no matter how they managed to make him feel at the time, he was still a deadly fighter. He just needed to remind himself.
He smirked to himself as his crisp, powerful punches cracked against the punching bag. His shots were fast, powerful and sharp. He was back in the zone and he could only shake his head thinking about how he'd allowed Lucy to intimidate him so much. It was utterly ridiculous how some girl in blue booty shorts had got so deep in his head so swiftly. He was just shaken from Cassandra's lucky shot, he told himself. Some insta thot wasn't going to make him think he was anything other than the baddest guy around.
He'd meet her today at the agreed time, but only to tell her he'd got his sanity back and that she could fuck off.
He rattled off more punches. Jab, jab, cross, hook, roll under, hook, cross. BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG, his red gloves slammed against the blue...the bright blue punching bag. The blue material of the bag, filled to the brim and almost bursting at the seems. He stared at that color for a moment and felt his regrown ego draining away.
No matter how much he worked, at the end of the session his red gloves were still bouncing off the bright blue bag and it still looked down at him, undamaged and unconcerned. His eyebrows drooped as he looked up at the punching bag and realised the depth of Lucy's influence to him spread even into the sanctuary of the boxing gym.
The blue material of the bag may as well have been those overworked shorts, stretched near-translucent around her plump, toned hips and thighs.
He was on round three of a supposed five but as the bag gently swung on its chain he felt like it could simply come down and crush him if he dared to hit it. He tapped out. Even when he wasn't in her presence he was submitting to her.
He only felt relieved that he'd done his session in private earlier than usual so that he could reach Lucy's gym in time to assist her. None of his gym mates had to witness him defeated by a colour.
As Frazer left the gym he glanced back to see that the vast majority of the equipment was in colors like red and black, but amongst it all, the bright blue bag stood out and dominated the space around it.
His moment of self belief ate away at him as he went to catch a bus. The truth of how he felt when Lucy's lips were against his ear. The reality of her words was unavoidable. He'd tried to continue his tough guy fantasy in the boxing gym but he couldn't escape the truth she had made evident to him: He was far more vulnerable than he'd ever realised, and it didn't even need to be a woman of Lucy's athletic calibre to exploit his weaknesses.
He sat at the bench at the bus stop and tried to clear his mind.
"Excuse me," a voice called to him as he sat, looking at the floor. He looked up and saw a middle aged woman with some shopping bags.
"Could you move over so I can take a seat please?" she asked.
Frazer froze momentarily before his eyes darted down and seeing her jeans were hugging her wide legs. He felt the pang of pain in his side from his time locked between Cassandra's thighs.
"I'm sorry," he said abruptly.
"It's fine honey, I just need to-"
"I'm sorry," he said again, "you can-", he stood up quickly from the bench and speed walked away. His heart was racing. Not long ago he would've sighed and moved an inch if he felt polite, and told her he was't moving if he didn't feel so pleasant. What a mistake that could've been.
In the gym, Lucy was getting warmed up. She wanted Frazer to be around for her heavy compound moves so she was warming up using machines. This one was the quad extension. A man had been trying to hit a PR on it before she'd told him to vacate it, so she added a considerable amount of weight for her warm up.
She took the reps slowly, making sure she could feel the muscle contracting throughout, then holding it at the top of the rep. Some people seemed to dread this feeling and thought it was painful to put a muscle through this kind of strain, but all she felt was power and pleasure. The blood rushed to the muscles she was warming up and they visibly swelled with each slow, painstaking rep.
As she executed her warm up, Chun and Tabby watched, admiring Lucy's flawless form.
Chun was a student travelling from China, and had an accomplished background as a gymnast, however with her athleticism and flexibility already at an amazing level, she was keen to learn the methods that were giving Western women such great rewards. As weight training was new to her, she immediately made impressive gains in both strength and appearance. Still very lean and athletic, she suddenly had glutes where they had never been before and she loved the feeling of power she got from her growing strength.
Tabby was another story. She had the appearance of a slightly chubby girl who listens to too much death metal, but she was one of the strongest girls around. At only 5'2 but weighing around 180lb, she was a compact powerhouse. Makeup wasn't just for going out, she had her white foundation and black eye shadow and lipstick on even for her toughest workouts. And she worked hard. Despite her height, she'd packed serious power onto her frame, and while she was happy for a layer of fat to hide it, she had trained and powerful muscles that meant her lifts garnered an audience.
What those who paid attention to her training also couldn't help but note was the intensity with which she worked. She pushed herself with the kind of masochistic drive that made people question what motivated her, and if they were working hard enough. If anybody didn't see this from her work ethic, when she looked people in the eye with her steely gaze, they saw a darkness that made most crumble. Only people she saw as peers were able to look her in the eye.
Tabby didn't have the most typical gym girl physique, but she took pride in the body fat that hid her powerful muscles. Many girls whose stomachs weren't flat chose to hide them, but she purposefully wore a loose, black top that exposed her soft midriff.
Tabby had always enjoyed playing with male expectations of themselves. They weren't supposed to find an exposed belly sexy but here she was, showing off what she'd been told was an imperfection and getting males worked up wherever she went. Perhaps it was the aesthetic, perhaps it was the ass or perhaps it was the way her fishnet stockings clung to her thighs.
Lucy, continuing her warm up, got off the machine to engage in some mobility work. She engaged in a frog stretch. In this position, she began on her elbows and knees with her spine neutral. Her feet pointed outwards and she allowed her knees to slide outwards, lowering her hips towards the floor. She was well versed in mobility and could continuously lower her hips down with her knees pressed out to the side until she was nearly flat on the floor. At this point, her already hugely developed glutes were pressed upwards by the angle of her hips, and even her trusty blue shorts began to creep further up her ass exposing more of her body. She entered this challenging position with a smooth ease to simply limber up for more strenuous activities ahead.
This display of physicality was the first thing Frazer saw as he entered the gym in a fluster, knowing that he was late and that he needed to get his mind together enough to end this subordinate dynamic before it even started.
Seeing him enter, Lucy effortlessly went from deep into a frog stretch to stood up and placed her hands on her hips. Her freshly warmed-up quads already pumped up, powerful and domineering were seemingly staring at Frazer and his legs immediately quivered beneath him. Any fantasy of standing up to her was instantly exposed as just that, a fantasy, as the mere sight of Lucy's bronze pillars of power reminded him of his inherent fragility and his place in the world.
Having broken Frazer simply by standing up, Lucy stepped away from Chen and Tabby and closed the distance on Frazer. He was slightly taller than her, but her approach had cowed his posture and he felt 2 inches tall in her presence, and increasingly in the presence of many women.
He looked up at her bright blue eyes and she flashed that pretty smile like the innocent love interest in a movie before calmly saying, "look at the floor when I speak to you."
His head bowed without him having a moment to mentally process her words. He couldn't look at the floor without her prominent quads dominating his vision.
