by Marie York
Mine
Part One in
The Imperfect Chaos Series
By Marie York
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Marie York
Copyright July 2015
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Chapter 1
The slut I’d been training wanted me to go out back with her, and who was I to deny a horny female my dick? She’d been subtly hinting at it for weeks now. I’d tell her to stretch, and she’d purposely turn around and bend over so her ass was practically in my face. It was a nice ass too, thanks to me. Before she walked into my gym, it was a sagging mess. Now, it was tight and perfectly round. I couldn’t wait to see how my hard work paid off.
Hayley got to her car beside the dumpster in the dark corner of the parking lot and sat on the hood, grabbing me by the neck of my t-shirt. It was after nine, and there weren’t many cars left in the lot. Her lips crushed onto mine, and I pulled her ponytail to show her who was in charge. A whimper muffled against our mouths, and her body went lax as she began to submit to me.
“You want my cock inside you,” I said, pushing it into her center.
She went to kiss me again, and I wrapped her hair around my hand, and gave it another tug. I wasn’t here to fucking make out.
“Don’t you?” I demanded, grabbing her hand, and placing it on my throbbing erection. Her fingers cupped my balls through my shorts, and then moved up stroking my dick.
“Oh yes,” she moaned, her eyes hooded with desire. All these girls were the same. Pay a little attention to them, and they’d drop to their knees and suck your dick with little to no questions asked.
I got plenty of blowjobs in this parking lot, but tonight, I needed more of a release, and I knew Hayley was game based on her reputation, and the way she practically undressed me with her eyes.
I dragged my tongue across her ear, and then let my teeth graze her lobe. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.” I reached into her shorts, and with one swipe of my finger across her clit, she was leaking like a goddamn Civ.
She took in a ragged breath, her body shaking with desperation. “I want you to fuck me, Viper. Right here.”
Not one to disappoint, I turned her away from me and bent her over the hood of her car. I didn’t want to look at her face anyway. She was getting that look in her eyes that showed me she wanted this to mean something. It didn’t. She was a body and hole for me to stick my dick in. No reason to make it anymore than that.
Her ass pushed into me, and I ripped her gym shorts down to her ankles. No underwear. She was a fucking slut. I grabbed a handful of the toned flesh, admiring my work, and then I pulled my hand back, and slapped her cheek.
She screamed out, and I wrapped my hand around her mouth, leaning toward her ear and whispered, “Shh.” With a nod, I let my hand fall from her lips, and slip under the tiny little sports bra she was wearing. I pinched her nipple between my forefingers and as her body arched into me, I shoved my cock into her soaking wet pussy, not giving her a chance to adjust to my size.
“Oh my God, you’re so big,” she moaned, and her hands splayed out on the car.
I grabbed her tits and pounded into her, each thrust harder than the last. She whimpered like crazy, and I took hold of her hair again, pulling her back up to me. I didn’t want her slumped over the car like a fucking rag doll. I held her up with one arm, and my other traveled down her side. My finger slid to her clit and I circled it. “You like that?”
“Oh yes.” She licked her lips and wrapped her hands around my forearm that was holding her up. Her head landed on my shoulder as her body convulsed. Damn, this bitch was easy.
I slammed into her then, pistoning in and out of her wet pussy over and over when I heard the jingle of keys. I looked up from the round ass I was pounding, and spotted a girl with long brown curly hair coming our way. The girl was wearing a huge t-shirt, and I couldn’t tell if she had huge tits or was just fat. She was completely oblivious as she slipped her gym membership card onto her key ring. As long as we stayed quiet, she would never see us.
Just then, Hayley let out a moan, and the girl’s attention darted to us. The lights in the parking lot magically turned on at the same time, illuminating the girl. Her grey eyes that were the definition of fuck me eyes widened. Red crept up her cheeks as she took in Hayley’s bare tits beneath my hands and our naked bottom halves. She was frozen in place, her keys dangling from her hand, taking in our little fuck fest. Our eyes met, and I don’t know if I saw interest, embarrassment or disgust, but it didn’t matter, because it only made me want to fuck Hayley harder.
I winked at the girl, and her mouth dropped open in an O as I plunged in and out of Hayley. It must have unfrozen her because she jumped into her car and took off just as I came.
Chapter 2
Pain exploded in my face as my opponent got a blow right to my cheek. A smile tugged at my lips because, while he thought he finally got an in to take me down, he really was only getting me started. I thrived off pain. Took energy from each forming bruise and bloody cut. The harder you hit me, the more power surged through my veins.
I pushed him off of me, and bounced back on my feet. Surprise lit his eyes, and I couldn’t stop the laugh that came out. This asshole actually thought he was going to beat me? I was undefeated. I even sent Brian ‘Brick’ Johnson to the hospital for fuck sakes. There was no beating me.
Thoughts of that fight made my mind wander to the fucking shitfest that happened that weekend. Finding my fucking sister fucking my best friend. Anger built, and I used it to my advantage punching my opponent in the jaw. He stumbled back, and I continued to draw strength from my anger.
My sister and now ex best friend thought I was looking out for my sister’s best interest. Isn’t that cute? Little did they know, I was trying to set her up for failure. Destroy her perfect little life, and prove to my parents once and for all that she deserved to be dropkicked off the fucking pedestal they kept her on. Unfortunately, for me, it backfired. My sister wouldn’t answer my texts, and my parents still thought she was the golden child. Beckham, while once the closest thing to a brother I had, was nothing to me anymore. But fuck her. And fuck him. All I cared about was the fight. In the cage, I always won.
It was time to claim my victory. He went to kick me, and I grabbed his leg, twisting it behind him and dropping him to the mat with a single leg drop. I tucked my leg inside his and tightened it around his thigh, rendering his bottom half useless. He went to punch me, and I ducked out of the way. He hugged me to him, and my head was stuck in his sweaty chest, but not for long. He was gasping for air, and I wasn’t even breathing heavy. I pushed up, and took a swing at him, knocking him dead in the eyebrow.
Blood spewed from the nice cut I managed, and dripped into his eye. The ref came close as I mounted him, landing blow after blow. He put his hands up in defense, blocking most of my hits, but I couldn’t defuse the anger inside of me, and this guy was now my punching bag.
I finall
y got one good one in, and his head fell back. The ref came in, and pulled me off of him. I threw my arms up, and listened to the crowd scream their praise. This was the ultimate high. Who needed family when I had this?
***
The next morning, I headed into work. I had a new client, and liked to get there a little early to get a workout in first. Randy was at the front desk, and he looked up from checking his reflection in the picture frame that held the martial arts team champion photo, as I gave him a nod. “Heard you won last night,” he called out, and I stopped, turning to give him a fist bump.
“Guy didn’t have a chance in hell,” I said with a cocky grin.
“They don’t call you ‘The Viper’ for no reason. When’s your next fight? Maybe I’ll be able to make it.”
“Tuesday after next.”
“I’ll check my schedule, and let you know.”
Randy made it to most of my fights, and, afterwards, always swore he was going to start training. But, when he worked out, he spent more time looking at himself in the mirror than he did actually lifting weights. He talked out of his ass a lot, but who was I to tell him he didn’t have what it took?
“Your first appointment is already here,” he said, as I went to head to the weight bench.
I looked at my phone. It wasn’t even eight yet. My first client was scheduled in for nine. “Not me. My first isn’t for another hour.”
“Nope, it’s right here in the book. Looks like Cindy rescheduled someone so she can squeeze a Hayley in for the nine o’clock time slot.”
I rolled my eyes at the name. I didn’t expect that girl to be clingy, but I wasn’t really thinking with the right head. I was hoping, after I fucked her, I’d be done with her. Apparently not. If she was a good lay, I wouldn’t mind taking her for round two, but it was like fucking a corpse. She just lay there, didn’t even cup my balls, or dig her nails into my sides. “Whatever. Where is this new person?”
“She was wandering.” He stood up and scanned the place before pointing toward the leg press. “There she is. Brunette, big tits.”
“Thanks,” I said, and headed over to the girl. She was bent over the machine, looking at the weights, and I had a feeling she’d never stepped into a gym before. Her ass was covered by baggy sweatpants, and it was hard to tell if she actually had shape beneath them.
“Hey there,” I said, and walked toward her. “You ready to get started?” I put a smile on my face because girls always were intimidated by me and I wanted to get past the shy bullshit.
The girl turned around, and I laughed because it would be my fucking luck. Staring back at me was the girl with fuck me eyes from the parking lot the other night.
She had on another big t-shirt, but now, being closer to her, I could see it was more boobs than fat. She was a curvy little thing. I’d give her that. Her long hair was the perfect length to tie up and yank on while fucking her from behind.
Her pretty little lips that I could picture sliding up and down my cock, turned down in disgust. “It would be you,” she said, shaking her head in disbelief.
I shrugged, proudly showcasing my arrogance. “I know. How can you be so lucky?”
She rolled her eyes, and let out an exaggerated breath. “Lucky wouldn’t be the word I choose.”
Her hand brushed at her curls, tucking them behind her ear, and revealing more of her face. Her cheeks were clear, and I wanted to see her blush again like the other night. I stepped a little closer lowering my voice. “You don’t seem as embarrassed as you did the other night.”
Instead of blushing, she narrowed her gaze on me, and landed her hands on her hips. The gesture pulled her shirt in, revealing her hourglass shape. A few workouts with me, and she’d be on her way to being the next Kim Kardashian. “That’s because I realize I wasn’t the one fucking a skank.”
I laughed it off and leaned over to the weights to pull the pin out, brushing her arm with mine. She jumped back from me as if I hurt her. I held my hands up. “Sorry. I was just trying to change the weight.”
The feistiness she’d been giving off gave way to a more timid demeanor.
I placed the weights at fifty pounds and pointed to the machine. “Get on the machine and show me what you have.” I always liked to test my clients’ strength so I could design a workout that best fit their abilities.
She shook her head. “No, sorry. I don’t work with people like you.”
Was this chick for fucking real? People like me? I was a fucking God in the cage and this gym. Well known in this world. People would kill to be me and to fuck me.
She went to walk away, and for some reason I couldn’t let her go. I wrapped my hand around her forearm, and yanked her back to me. She smelled of flowers and pure sex. Her fuck me eyes glared at me, and I had the urge to bend her over the machine, and shove my cock deep inside her. Maybe later, but first I had to get her to stick around.
“Look,” I spat. “You’re obviously here because you want to get in shape, tone up, whatever, and I’m the best trainer you’re going to find. You don’t have to like me, you just have to listen to me. You do that, and I guarantee you’ll see results in no time.”
Curvy girls weren’t usually my thing, and neither were brunettes, not that I’d ever kick them out of my bed. I preferred rail thin blondes, but there was something about this girl that I couldn’t shake. I kept imagining what she would look like naked on my bed spread opened wide and waiting for me to fuck her.
I shook the thought off and watched as her lip lifted like she was about to tell me where I could shove it, but then it flattened back into place. She crossed her arms under her tits, giving me a glimpse of how big they were, “D” cups if I had to guess. What I wouldn’t give to bury my face into them. She lifted her chin. “Fine. What’s your name?”
“Viper.” I never told girls my real name, and they never cared enough to ask what it was.
“Viper…” she said as more of a question. “I’ll work with you on one condition.”
Normally, I’d walk away. The only conditions I worked under were my own. But I was intrigued. “Shoot.”
“I’m not and never will be one of your whores. Don’t ever expect to fuck me in the parking lot.”
I slowly moved closer to her, so I wouldn’t startle her again, and leaned in to her ear. “Oh baby, if I was going to fuck you, I’d bring you somewhere fancier than a parking lot.”
She jumped back. “You’re an egotistical asshole.”
I smiled. “And you need me. So what do you say?” Deal?” I held my hand out and waited, expecting her to hightail it out of there and never come back. It would be for the best because there was no way I’d be able to keep this promise.
She shocked the shit out of me when she grabbed my hand, causing my dick to harden at her touch. “Deal.”
Fuck, I was screwed.
Chapter 3
My phone rang, and I looked down, smiling, when I saw my agents name flash across the screen. It was about time he got back to me. I only had one fight on my schedule, and I wasn’t happy unless I had at least three to look forward to.
“Sal, talk to me, baby.”
“I got two fights set up for you. Both next month, one at the beginning the other at the end. One in Reno and the other in San Diego.”
“That’s what I like to hear. Who is it?”
“Tanker and Biggs. You’re going to have to drop seven pounds to go against Biggs so make sure you stop with the carbs and beer, two weeks before, so you make sure you hit weight. We don’t want to take any chances.”
“No problem.” I was used to dropping and gaining weight. I didn’t need two weeks. I could do it in a week, but Sal worried about every little fucking thing. I told him he needed to take some Xanax or he’d be dropping dead of a goddamn heart attack before he hit forty.
“There is one other thing,” he said, and his voice went serious.
“Yeah?”
“Seth "King of Kings" Kingston’s agent reached out t
o me. He wants to set something up.”
“And you’re just telling me this now?” Seth was the Brian “Brick” Johnson of the South, and I’d been dying to get in the cage with him. He was an arrogant douchebag that talked more smack than a twelve year old girl on the playground. I wanted to pummel his ass. Declare another victory, and get my name traveling across the circuit more than it already was.
“Here’s the thing. Seth is known to harass his opponents. Find their weak spots before a fight, and use it against you. And I’m not talking about a bum knee or a strained shoulder. He gets in their heads, and plays mind tricks, getting their focus off of the fight.”
No wonder people were so scared to fight him. Fucking pussy. If he needed mind games in order to win, then taking him down would be easier than I thought. “Lucky for me, I have no weak spots,” I spat into the phone.
“Everyone does,” Sal said. “Family?”
I practically laughed into the phone. “Hate them.”
“Girlfriend?”
“You’ve known me for over a year. Do you really have to ask that question?”
“A girl from the past? Some deep dark secret you’re harboring?”
Never had more than a casual fling with a girl, and I didn’t do secrets. “Book the fight, Sally D.”
“I’ve told you a million times not to call me that, Viper.”
“Then stop acting like a goddamn chick, and book the fucking fight already. Let me worry about the rest.”
“Alright, fine. I’ll call his agent back, and see what his schedule looks like.”
“Now, was that so hard?”
“Fuck you. I’ll call you when I have more info.”
I hung up, slid my phone back into my pocket, and headed into the gym. Brooklyn was first on my schedule for today, and I had to work out a meal plan for her before she got here. In our last session, she had told me she wanted to build up her strength, and shed a few pounds. I wasn’t sure how much she had to lose since her clothes were so fucking baggy and she refused to get on the goddamn scale. She swore it had nothing to do with me seeing because she didn’t care if I knew her weight, but she didn’t want to know what it was. I told her she made no fucking sense, but she wouldn’t budge.
