Am I being stalked?
So dear reader if you have followed my exploits thus far you may know that a little rock chick, called Emma, set me up some months ago to take a pounding in the wrestling ring ( this part of my life is entitled ‘Set up or what ?’) . She then arranged for me to go to America, without me knowing she was behind the subterfuge, where I had a mixed wrestling bout (see ‘Well I need the money‘). This was another attempt to put one over on me. Later, after the bout, she came on to me in my hotel where I ended up sleepered, stripped and tied up (see ‘After the bout was over’). This little bitch is getting to me, not least because every time we met she always ended up getting the better of me.
The rest of my stay in America was fairly uneventful, as was the flight home and my preparations for work the next day. I was quite looking forward to work. My answer machine informed me that my new ‘student’ would be picking me up from my house at 8am on Monday morning. Tony would be with me for the usual eight weeks for me to pass on all of my expertise.
I work for ‘The Firm’, I can’t say more than that otherwise I would have to…(well you know the saying). My main role is to train new operatives and pass on my field experience.
However, I can’t get that bitch outta my mind. She’s under my skin, an irritation that won’t stop itching. Shit I don’t even know where she lives. Why is she out to make my life difficult, what have I ever done to her to deserve this treatment. Yes, I know, I’m a bastard with the ladies, fuk I’ve been told that so many times. I know okay, but I never did anything to her, did I?
Monday morning 8am I see the car pull up, grab my jacket, keys, phone and wallet and go out to the nervously waiting Tony, only it’s not the guy I’m expecting, it’s Toni and he’s a her.
My usual day starts at about 6am with a good run, shower, coffee and fresh fruit, scan of the newspapers and relax before, what is usually, 10 to 12 hours work. This day was no different. My run was good except for my mind churning over that little bitch and now here I was starting the day with Toni.
Toni! Huh, I was ready for some boring bloke for eight weeks and here was a green eyed, blond haired, good looking, 25ish year old girl, who obviously worked out to keep her figure that good. She saw me coming and was out of the car in a flash, a big smile on her face showing perfect white teeth. Standing around 5’10’’ in flat black shoes, she wore a very smart trousers suit and white shirt. The suit hugged her figure in all the right places and the shirt was unbuttoned enough to see the start of a very generous cleavage. The blond hair hung straight to her shoulders and there was a determined look to her that was very sexy.
Why oh why did I always get the good lookers?
She thrust out her right hand and took my hand in a very firm handshake. ‘Good morning Sir, my name’s Toni with an I, pleased to meet you, I’ve heard soooo much about you’.
The extended so made me nervous, what had she heard, and who from?
I smiled back, and held her hand perhaps a little too long, then walked around to the passenger side of the car, adjusting the bulge in my crotch as I went, and saying ‘Good to meet you Toni, but please don’t call me sir, it’s Duke’
As we climbed in the car she gave me another smile which appeared a bit more seductive and said softly ‘they told me you’d say that’
I picked up the briefing notes from the seat before I sat down, opened the seal and began to read our instructions for the assignment as we set off. My mind was not on the job, it was on Toni. I was thinking how long will this one take before she gets my body. Oh, fuk Duke, you really are a bastard I think, the smile in my mind getting bigger.
It was an interesting first day, we got on well and I bought her a drink in a little bar I use regularly in the High Street where I live. Then I made my excuses and parted outside and made for the gym. Yes, I know, I would have loved to take her back to my place and give her some extra curriculum activity.
However I hit the gym. I always keep some kit in a locker there and was soon changed and going through my usual warm up routine. Then my heart sank, walking towards me across the gym, it was her. That fukin little bitch Emma…is she stalking me?
She was wearing a white sports bra, black jogging bottoms and trainers. The tattoo’s on her arms and the top of her ample firm breasts proudly on display. Her short black hair was damp and the visible parts of her skin were covered in a thin layer of sweat. She did not miss the fact that my cock sprang to attention on her approach and with a seductive grin and a sweet voice that seemed out of character said “Hi Duke you look pleased to see me”
“Pleased to see you, you fukin bitch” I hissed a little too loudly, causing a few stares from other gym goers.
“Oh Duke don’t get upset, I’m sorry I left you like that in Arizona, but you were being unkind to me” she purred whilst running her right index finger down across my pecs.
“I’d like to grab you now and thrash that ass of yours and teach you the lesson you deserve you little shit” I reply.
“Duke, anytime you want to take me in the ring you can try, if you think you can manage it” she taunts.
Now hang on, she’s 5’3’’, that’s nine inches shorter than me, half my weight and about 20 years younger. Ok she is fit and very toned, but I could break her in half. The bitch is trying to set me up again. What is wrong with me? I can’t say no, I need to teach this cxnt a lesson, perhaps then she will leave me alone.
“Whenever you want I’m ready” says I, rashly and against my better judgement.
“The ring room is empty let’s do it” she retorts.
Fuk this is definitely a set up, but I’m ready this time.
I follow her to the ring room, go in and lock the door behind me, check the room, under the ring, then the changing cubicles and store room. We are alone. Watching me from the centre of the ring with an amused smirk on her face she drawls “Duke you’re becoming paranoid” then throws back her head and laughs.
I kick off my trainers and socks, shrug out of my shirt and enter the ring in just my shorts. Go to a corner and stretch out a bit. The bitch stands and watches every move. Then, when I turn to her, she slowly peels off the jogging bottoms, bending seductively her cute little ass facing my way, then tosses them and her trainers from the ring leaving her dressed in a white sports bra and red bikini bottoms. She definitely had this planned.
Her body is amazing and she treats me to a few stretches including a standing splits with each foot in turn ending on the top of the corner post. By this time I am adjusting a very large bulge. ‘Come on Duke’ I’m telling myself ‘engage brain, disengage cock‘.
Looking my way with that engaging smile she taunts “Well big boy, no rules, fight how you like, first one to three falls or subs wins that ok?”
“Yep” is my curt reply.
We move towards each other and circle, why do I feel so nervous? Lock up and I push her easily back into the corner. Being a gentleman at heart I make my first mistake and break straight away. As I step back the bitch flashes her right foot into my gut, I had forgotten how lethal those feet were, and , of course, she had said no rules. The pain was deep and stabbing I reckon she hooked a toe round my spine she went so deep.
The look of surprise on my face must have been a picture as I dropped to my knees. The bitch put on her ‘innocent’ look, shrugged and sent her left foot to connect with my right ear. I went down sideways with all of the grace of a stunned bull in a china shop. My ear was ringing so loud I think Quasimodo would have been proud. I’d hardly touched her yet but this little shit had ME grovelling on the floor. Using the ropes to pull myself up facing out of the ring, just about upright when she hit me in the back with a drop kick, it was painful but I managed to hold on to the top rope my head hanging over the rope gasping for air. Within a split second she was sailing over my head, grabbed my hair and wrenched my throat down onto the top rope as she landed on the floor outside the ring. I thought my head was severed from my body, but the pain in my throat told me that could not be so. I hit the canvas hard on my back unable to breath and trying desperately to focus on my surroundings.
The focus returned quickly, in fact quickly enough for me to see her heading my way from the top of the corner post, unfortunately not quick enough for me to avoid her knees meeting most of my mid-section as she crashed on me. My whole body jolts on the canvas and the small amount of air I had left was expelled in a whoosh that rekindled the pain in my throat. Her speed was such that it felt she was on my gut and behind me at the same time as her arm wrapped my throat in a sleeper and her strong legs attacked my ribs in a scissor hold. I could not gain sufficient air to stop this sleeper taking effect and was soon in total darkness.
A sharp slap to my left cheek brought me back to life. I had died and gone to heaven, as my eyes opened a sexy girl stood over me. Then reality hit it was her, the bitch was smiling looking down at me “One nil to me Duke” she whispered.
I slowly got to my feet and took a drink of water from the bottle she offered. I don’t believe this I thought the cxnt has done it again. I took in some lungs full of air breathing better all the time. There was the bitch smiling not even slightly breathless.
Her sudden movement across the ring was designed to take me by surprise but this little fukr had surprised me enough and I moved sideways and blocked her attempted kick with my arm, she spun quick as a top and I blocked the second shot by grabbing her ankle. Looking her straight in the eye I saw her surprise. I twisted the leg and sent her smashing face down onto the canvas hearing a satisfying “AAAGGGGHHHHHH FFFUUUUUCCCKKKK” emit from her lips. I kept a firm hold of her ankle in a very high single leg boston. So high in fact her foot was on my shoulder and I wasn’t bending that much. In addition I had my left foot pinning her other ankle to the floor thus causing her to do the splits, well almost.
Pounding the canvas with her fists was either caused by pain or by the fact I had spoilt her little game, but I suspect it may have been a combination of both things. As she pounded the profanities got louder. “You bastard, you fucking bastard, shIT YOU SHIT YOU cxnt, YOU FUCKER LET ME GO” followed by “AAAAARARARRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH”
Hey this is better I’m thinking, and with a smile I ask “you wanna give bitch?”
“Never you fucking bastard, GO FUCK YOURSELF” the reply.
“Emma you are such a lady” I tease as I lift her leg higher and push my weight into her back, bending her small frame almost in half, “Now give you bitch before I snap you in two” I growl.
“I give” she whispers
“Sorry did you say something?”
“I GIVE YOU BASTARD” she screams and after a short while I releases the hold.
I take a sip of her water and go back to my corner, I watch her from the corner of my eye as she struggles to get up and sip some water. Her pain is obvious but she is trying to put on a brave face. “Would that be one each now” I taunt. Her face scowls and she moves out ready to start again.
I move a bit quicker than she expected and grab her in a bear hug squeezing that weakened back. I can see it’s hurting her but she’s meaner that a rattler in a corner, and strikes at my head with two head buts, one in my eye and one landing square on my nose. They both smart, so, taking no chances, I take her down with a belly to belly suplex, trying hard not to let all of my 245lbs land on her. She is a bitch but I don’t wanna kill her.
Her toned torso takes quite an impact and I hold her there, she can’t move as I count out 1...2.…3... For a successful pin. “Two one to me I think” I mutter as I see a look of grim defiance on that cute little face.
“You waana give up now little girl” I taunt “Before you get badly hurt?”
“Fuck you Duke” precedes an immediate attack as her shoulder hits my gut and forces me into the corner post. She grabs the middle ropes and barges her shoulder in again and again pressing the air from my lungs. The force she manages to apply is admirable from someone so small, and it hurts, it hurts like fuk.
I need to do something so I bring a heavy chop down onto the back of her neck and she crumples. I bend down and pull her to her feet by her hair, I decide to send her across the ring for a posting but I am too slow. Her right hand plunges into my crotch and, grabbing my balls she twists them violently and a smile comes to her face.
“ARRRRGGGGHHHHH U FUKN BITCH” I scream. After a few seconds I’m in agony so I grab her throat in desperation cutting off her air supply. She twists, I squeeze, she squeezes, I shake her. Then her grip starts to slacken but I keep hold, she is losing it, I can see her eyes clouding.
I release the hold before she blacks out, this bitch is gonna pay, I ram her head between my thighs lift, hold, piledriver into the canvas.
I cover her small frame she’s out cold and do an academic 1..2..3 count.
I stand and say out loud 3-1 to me you bitch.
Taking the rest of the water I pour it over her face then leave the ring.
As I put on my top and trainers I hear her coming round, she gets up slowly, says nothing, leans on the top rope and watches me as I head for the door.
I look at her as I leave and see a smile spread across her face and in my mind I know, that bitch enjoyed it.
Thanks for reading the latest of my exploits, I hope you enjoyed it, please leave me a message if you did, or if you did'nt, always appreciate constructive criticism.
