“When I see you, I see opportunity. I’m sure you’ve heard of the underground fights in town. My gym hosts them.”
So that’s who this asshole was. The guy who got fighters so beat up in underground fights that they could never go legit again. There were no rules. That wasn’t the type of reward I was interested in.
“Yeah, I’ve heard of them. But I’m strictly legit, man,” I attempted to hand the business card back to him. I looked over to my right and saw Leo eyeing me closely. I could tell he was preparing to intervene, chase this guy off.
“I’m not saying you’re not. I’m just saying that there’s a ten grand payout on Saturday night if you’re interested.”
He didn’t move to take the card back.
“Ten thousand? What’s the payout for the fighter?”
He lowered his voice to a whisper, “Eighty percent, bet that’s better than what you’re making here. You keep that card. Call me if you’re interested.”
He turned and walked away just as Leo arrived next to me. I slipped the business card inside into my left hand. Eight grand was more than I made in a month, if I could make that from one fight that would set my mom up for the next few months. She could finally take a break.
“Who the hell was that?”
I rolled my eyes and played it off. “Nobody important. Just some guy who might want to do some advertising with me. I don’t need another sponsor, though. It’s just more time away from the gym. Nothing to worry about.”
He studied me closely. He knew I was lying. He always did. “You listen to me son. You stay in this cage at this gym, you understand that?”
I shrugged. “What happens when I’m too big for this gym, Leo?” I flashed a smile his way.
He shook his head but couldn’t contain a small smile himself. “I swear to God kid, your ego is bigger than any gym. I’m surprised it can even fit in here. Go hit the showers, you smell worse than the locker room.”
I walked away thinking about how dangerous the card in my hand was. And how I was a sucker for risk.
EIGHT
DILLON
On Thursday night I couldn’t help but look for Berkley in the crowd. Even Leo could see that I was distracted after the fight. Media and girls were swarming me, but I looked over their heads and scanned the crowd for those piercing blue eyes. I didn’t see her anywhere. I guess that was the end of that.
“How does it feel to be the number one fighter in the city?” A reporter asked me I sucked down some water before answering her.
“Number one in the city? I’m the number one in the whole damn state. Soon the country. And don’t you forget it.”
“Well that sounds like a winning attitude.”
I spun around to see Berkley right behind me, her friend just off her shoulder. “Attitude is what wins fights.”
“I thought it was fists and knees that did.”
I waved off the media and grabbed her hand, pulling her along with me. I heard her call back to her friend that she would see her later, and I hoped that she understood how much later that was going to be. She’d shown up in a cute little cocktail dress, the black fabric hugging the tops of her thighs. I licked my lips as I thought about bending her over my lap, my hand touching her warm flesh covered by the thin fabric that restrained it. I couldn’t believe she had come.
We walked back into the locker rooms. None of the rookies were here anymore and the place was empty. I turned and shut the door behind her with a loud crack.
“What are you doing here?”
She looked surprised herself. “I don’t really know. I just wanted to see you again.”
“You know there’s a hundred girls out there who come to see me every fight.”
“But how many of them have you brought back here? It looks pretty empty to me.”
“You just left the other night. You hardly said thank you.”
She looked embarrassed. “I wanted to, but I didn’t know how. What do you mean I just left? We were never supposed to be together in the first place.”
“But I wanted you to stay.” I couldn’t believe the words coming out of my mouth. I never told girls what I really wanted, except in bed.
She looked surprised. “You never said that.”
I pushed my body against hers and lifted her hands up next to her head intertwining my fingers into hers. “I’m telling you now.”
She chewed on her lower lip seductively, drawing me into her. I could feel my cock rising, desperate to get under that dress.
“Don’t tell me, show me.”
“You shouldn’t have said that.”
Her blue eyes were filled with hungry lust—I could see myself reflected in them. “Show me.”
Done.
NINE
BERKLEY
Dillon shoved me back against the concrete wall, the scratches of the bricks giving me chills. He assaulted my mouth with his own, and his hands massaged my tits. He began kissing his way down my body, unzipping the back of my dress and blowing hot air onto my panties that shot heat straight through to my pussy. The dress fell to the floor and he licked a trail from my panty line up to my breasts, stopping only to circle his tongue in and around my belly button.
Unclasping my bra, he put one of my taut nipples in his mouth.
“Oh, Dillon,” I moaned.
He chuckled slightly, his lips still on my breast, and I couldn’t take not touching him anymore. I ran my fingers over his head, but he pulled away.
“I don’t think so, Berkley,” he said with a smirk. “I’m in charge here.”
He flipped me round so that my breasts were against the wall, kneeled down, and began nibbling and licking my ass cheeks, running his hands all over me.
Standing up, he pulled my hair to the side and attacked my neck, sucking and kissing it until I was sure there’d be a bruise. He turned my head back towards him, and lightly licked my top lip to get me to open up and let him push his tongue in.
Our lips met feverishly, and all the passion I had been feeling was unloaded into that kiss.
He spun me back around so that I was facing him and ran his hands lightly down my legs, and lingering just a sec over my soaking wet mound.
The teasing was pure torture. While my legs distracted him, I kneeled down and began tugging at his shorts, licking my lips as I went.
“What did I say,” he began, but before he could finish his sentence, his cock was out and into my mouth.
“Ahh!” he hissed.
I slid him deeply into my mouth, to the point where his dick hit the back of my throat. I hummed a little, making his balls vibrate with pleasure.
He put one hand behind me, gripping the wall, as I pulled him out of my mouth slightly, lightly licking and playing with the tip. I nibbled slightly on it, biting gently on his soft spot underneath before shoving him back inside my mouth and sucking hard and fast.
“You have to stop or I’m gonna come,” Dillon nearly shouted.
I began tugging on his balls and pulled him deeper and faster into my mouth. I could feel him tighten up, and then he emptied himself into my throat.
I stood up, feeling pretty proud of myself, and scanned the floor for my dress.
“You think this is over?” he growled.
I looked over at him, and he was already half-mast again. He pulled me towards him and pushed my underwear down. His fingers were inside my pussy before I even had a chance to respond. He twirled them in and out of me, his thumb circling my clit the entire time. Just as I was about to climax, he pulled them out of me, and put them into his mouth.
“Mm, you taste good.” He grinned before kissing me, hard, so I could taste my own juices on his lips.
He put three fingers back into me, and began pumping them back and forth inside me. My wetness ran down his hand, and he moved his thumb from my clit to my ass, lightly running his finger around the hole. I had never done this before, but it felt forbidden and good.
“You like this?” he asked.
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br /> I nodded, so he took his fingers out of my pussy, and then slid one into my ass. The fullness of just one finger made me gasp.
The moisture from my pussy on his fingers allowed him to slide two fingers inside my rosebud.
“Oh my God,” I moaned, and that made him smile.
He leaned down, and, with his fingers still in my ass, began licking my clit. The combination of the two sensations brought me close to orgasm. He stuck his tongue inside me, and began tongue fucking my pussy, and fingering my other hole at the same time.
“I’m so close!” I gasped, and he began to move even faster, which caused my orgasm to explode on his tongue.
He stood up, and mashed my mouth onto his. Our tongues danced furiously, and I could feel his erection pressing against my bare thigh.
Not removing his lips from mine, he lifted me up and pressed me against the wall, slamming his cock into me. I gasped at the sudden intrusion, and he began to pound. My back scraped against the wall, but it felt good in a sadistic sort of way. There was nothing for me to grab onto behind me, so I wrapped my legs around his torso, gripped his thick shoulders, and let him take me for a ride.
He lifted me higher and pushed deeper into me, repeatedly hitting my g-spot.
“Oh, Dillon!” I screamed out.
That only made him go faster, pumping and fucking me harder and faster. Just as I was about to reach my second orgasm, he abruptly pulled out… again.
“Dude, what the hell?” I asked.
He didn’t respond, just flipped me around so that my hands were braced against the wall this time, and slid back into me, tugging on my dark strands.
I bent all the way over and moved my hands down to my ankles, which forced him into me even deeper.
He groaned, and began a frenzied pump, slamming his cock into me over and over. I pulled one of my hands up from my ankle, and began rubbing my clit in tune with his cock.
He turned us around so that his back was against the brick, and so I could take over for a bit. I began slowly and agonizingly sliding him in and out of me, stopping just for a second with only his tip inside me.
“I give you control, and this is what you do?” he asked. “Fuck it.”
He picked me back up, and slammed into me, furiously pumping. I laid my hand on my clit, and fingered myself to the same rhythm. I could feel my orgasm building.
“Oh, shit!” I yelled, and came so hard that I couldn’t feel my legs for a good two minutes.
Dillon slammed into me twice more, and then I felt him spill himself inside me.
As we parted, I found my underwear and slipped them back on. Someone could come in at any moment. I had never done something like this before. I didn’t want to get caught now, but hell if it didn’t feel good.
I wrangled my body back into the little black dress that had gotten me into this situation. Naomi had been right—it was a total winner. Dillon threw on a t-shirt and his shorts and picked up his bag, but something fell onto the floor. I reached down to pick it up as I was putting my heels back on. It was a business card for another gym with a handwritten number on the back.
“What’s this? I thought you only fought here?” I had to admit I didn’t really know much about the fighting world. Maybe he fought at a bunch of different gyms.
He snatched it out of my hands. “That’s none of your concern.”
“What does that mean? Why are you being weird? If we’re doing something here, I need to know what you’re involved with.”
He shook his head at me. “You know nothing about what I’m involved in.”
I put my hand on his shoulder, “Then tell me. I want to get to know you, not just sleep with you.” It was true. I wanted everything Dillon had to offer, good and bad.
He crumpled up the card in his hands. “You want to know what this is all about? Underground fighting. No rules, huge rewards. This guy wants me to fight this weekend and make ten thousand dollars.”
I remembered Josh saying something about underground fighting and how it was super dangerous. “So will your manager be there? Or is this something unrelated?”
“No, he won’t be there.”
“Does he know you will be?”
He didn’t look happy having to answer my questions. Figured he probably didn’t answer to anyone.
“I haven’t made that decision yet. I’ve a lot of other shit going on that you don’t know about.”
I put my hands on my hips, taking a confident stance. “Like what?”
I could see the thoughts swirling around in his mind as mixed emotions crossed his features, but he didn’t respond right away.
“You know what? I think this was a mistake. I’m used to being on my own, and better that way. You’re better off without me anyway.” He looked at me with disdain.
I had just had mind blowing hot sex with him not five minutes ago and he was brushing me off? I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “What the hell does that mean?”
He gave me a steely glare. “It means that you should just go. And forget about tonight, just forget about me. I can make my own decisions, I don’t need someone else to dictate my life.”
I protested, “If that’s what you think I’m doing…”
“That’s exactly what you’re doing. And I don’t need it.” He opened the metal door and extended his hand for me to go through it. Long gone was the mysterious fighter from the pizza shop, and in his place was a much more demanding, self-preserving man. He looked directly at me as I walked past him, completely unaffected by how he had hurt me. He didn’t care, that was clear. I would have to learn how to not care either.
TEN
DILLON
“Is this Georgie?”
I heard the man’s greasy, car salesman voice on the other end of the line. “Dillon, I’m so glad you reached out. I’m guessing we can expect you on Saturday then?”
“I’ll be there. Alone. No one at my gym can know.”
“Of course, of course! We’re all about the ultimate discretion around here. So you won’t be bringing anyone with you, then?”
“No. Just me.”
“Wonderful, we’ll see you around six. The fight’s at seven, purse remains the same. Best of luck to you.”
He hung up before I could even get in a thank you. My mom had taught me manners, even for creeps like Georgie. I’d given her the money from the last two fights. It had been enough for a down payment on a new car and she was happy as could be. But eight grand? That could change my life. Get me out of the crap apartment had been staying in for a little over a year. Or at least some nicer furniture. I could stay at a place that a girl like Berkley belonged in. Shit, Berkley. I hadn’t been able to get her out of my head since Thursday night. Fucking her was the best sex I had ever had. Why did she have to find my card? Why couldn’t she just leave it the hell alone? Nosy girls couldn’t stick around. They find out too much. I looked over at my bag. The item that I’d been hiding in my locker I’d moved back to my apartment, but I kept it locked up in the safety of my gym bag. Away from prying eyes, and away from me. I was my own worst enemy.
I couldn’t let a girl like Berkley get in my head. I was glad I’d called things off with her. As much as I wanted to screw the living daylights out of her every chance I got, I couldn’t be with her. Girls like that don’t stick around for guys like me. I’d seen it a million times at the gym. I wasn’t going to let a girl get in between me and my dreams. No matter how hot she was. No matter how much she could be good for me. It didn’t matter now anyway, because I’d never see her again.
But down deep I needed to admit to myself that it killed me a little bit. Somehow she had put a spell over me in such a short amount of time. Her smile flashed through my mind again. The way she tasted, the smell of her hair.
But I couldn’t think about Berkley now. I had to focus on the upcoming fight. I had to win. If I didn’t win, I had lost her for nothing. And I’d risked my entire career on top of it. I grabbed my bag and walked out t
he door. It felt heavier than it ever had. It was time to go to the gym, work out some of my pent up energy.
ELEVEN
BERKLEY
“Where are you going?”
I sighed as I pulled a shirt on standing in our joint closet. “I told you, I’m going to that fight.”
Naomi rolled her eyes at me, “And I told you that you’re not. That is a super dangerous part of town.”
I’d memorized the address on the card and it looked it up as soon as I got home. I was going to see Dillon fight, and I prayed with every fiber of my being that he wasn’t there. I’d googled what these underground fights looked like, even found a couple Facebook pages dedicated to them. These guys were beat to a pulp, only inches from death. There was no way I was going to let Dillon throw away his career, just for a little bit of money. I didn’t care if he didn’t want me around anymore. I had this incessant need to save him, just as he had saved me.
“I will be fine. I have my phone, and if I get into trouble I’ll call 911. I’ll even keep a cab running it makes you feel better. I just have to go and make sure he’s not there. Because if he is…”
She looked at me seriously. “What are you going to do if he is there? You can’t just stop the fight. Especially with these guys. You remember those dudes in the alleyway, Berkley? There’s going to be a hundred or more guys just like those assholes that this place.”
I had thought about that, but I’d brushed it off. I hadn’t been careful that night, but tonight I would be. I had to be.
“To be honest, I don’t really know. I guess I’m hoping he’ll let me talk him out of it. And then if he wants to be done with me, that’s fine.” I’d resigned myself to this, if he really wanted it to be over as fast as it had begun, fine. But I had to repay my debt. It was the right thing to do.
Naomi shook her head at me and left our room. I could tell that she was still pissed and worried, but she knew she couldn’t stop me. Once I had set my mind to something, I always made it happen, no matter how stupid it was.
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