Wench With Wings (7 page)

“Okay, now that you ladies have a taste, there is a few things that need to be said. First and for most; I ask that you demand respect from men. We are to fight them yes, as a way of showing them that we should be recognized as strong.
But
It is not our only strength. We as women need to stand up for ourselves in every way possible. I set fights with women against men not because we are stronger but because we can fight smarter. Brains with beauty can beat all...”

“Oh, oh and to take a hit by a man is about control,” Jos piped in and Trey shook her head with a smile. “Yes! Jos is right, I’ll elaborate. Taking a hit is about controlling your pain. Working through it in a mind over matter way. If you think it hurts; it will hurt, if you think it will fuel your fire; it will fuel your fire, or if you think it’s pleasurable than that it is.
But
it is more about how smart you are and how you use your knowledge. If you want it to fuel your fire you can’t get too pissed or the anger
will
control you and you
will
misstep, if you think it pleasurable you
will
get lost in seduction and the man in front of you fighting, you
will
want him to touch you, next thing you know you’re on your back knocked out. You have to keep perfect balance with your control and your smarts. Being smart is the key to everything. So pull as much knowledge in school and life into you. The more you know, the more you fill and work your brain, the better you will be. Being smart enough to avoid blows from a physically stronger man is the key. Watch people move, watch people fight, it will strengthen you.”

“Now to get back on track, Jos. It is not only physical strength that makes you strong. We might be standing tall in these fights with men but it is not the only way to earn respect. When was a women ever president? Never, only a first lady. Why? Because men have always ruled, the kicker; those men where only as good as the women who stood behind them. It’s time men realized we can stand alone, we can control our feelings enough to control an empire because we
are
smart. I’m not doing this to control an empire, I’m doing this to get men to respect us and see that we don’t need to stand behind them, we
can
stand next to them or alone without them.”

“My purpose with you all is to have you realize this and make the man you want to be with
know it
. If they cannot respect you enough to have you stand next to them when
you
want and stand alone when you
need to
than they are not worth being with. Oh, and every man you encounter make them give you the respect too. I’m here to help in every way whether it be with training, guys or just to vent. I want to see more women stand tall is all. I want to see you guys be in control of every aspect of your lives because if it is not you with the control who would it be? Puppets on
strings
is no way to be. Demand the respect that you deserve and only you can create the amount you deserve. You control it with every choice you make.” Trey gestured to Jos to take over.

“So, we will be meeting every day except Saturday and Sunday for the next two weeks than we will drop training down to just a couple days a week. When you get a text for fight night, show up within the hour, no later, more will be discussed there because we
do not
talk about those nights other than on those nights. Are we good with that?” Everyone gave their nods and yea’s. “Good, we run back and meet here at the same time tomorrow, try splitting up or taking different routes so that it is not a big group running to and from here. Thanks ladies, have fun!”

“Back to the shop then?” Jocelyn asks Trey and Gwen.

“Ah, my car is at the school, I’ll just walk in tomorrow. Let’s go!”

“You gonna show us some of that crazy stuff you do?” Jos asks.

“What, you haven’t been working on it?”

“Oh, I have but I just love to watch you do it! You’re better at it!” Jocelyn’s tone was one of admiration, sarcastically.

“Truly you are an ass Jos!” Trey laughed.

“No, you both are asses! I’m heading back to the school than I’ll be over, do you want me to grab your car?”

“You just want to drive my bad ass car, Gwen!” Trey threw the keys to her smiling than turned to Jos and smacked her upside the back of the head, yelling as she ran, “Tag, you’re it!”

“Smart ass!"

Trey enjoyed the run to the shop. She was in complete control today. It took her a minuet to gather herself from him this morning but he soon faded into the background noise. Out of sight, out of mind was working but he still was present in the back of her head and would jump to the front only a half a minute at a time. She would quickly put him back in his place and let the day go on.

With his epiphany that staying away would do him some good, he text Dane. Meet me at the gym when you can,
than he readied himself and off he went. He worked himself harder than he ever has. He needed to be ready when that text came in even if he wouldn’t fight the first time. He needed the fight and hoped that his name was close to one on this so called list he heard about. “Hey man, what’s going on?” Dane said when he first walked in.

“I need a fight, a good one. They got my number from me.”

“Yeah, me to. Do you think you’ll be on the list?”

“I hope so. In the meantime let’s spar.” They went to it for a good ten minutes before Dane stopped him.

“Seriously, you’re taking it a bit hard on me and when the hell are you gonna stop? I’m dying here!”

“Sorry, I just gotta be good.”

“You
are
good, you’ve been fighting your whole life.”

“I know but still. What do ya say we run back to the house, get ready and go to a bar?”

“Sounds a hell of a lot better than you kicking my ass for longer!” Dane laughed and they ducked out. Ayden sprinted while Dane fell behind. He reached the house feeling finer than he was this morning. He managed to keep Trey far in the back of his mind enough to concentrate on the task at hand; being better.

They pulled up bar stools and order a shot and a beer from a black haired beauty. Ayden liked the way she looked, she had survivor eyes and strength in her stance. She would be a hard one to get and he didn’t need the challenge. With that thought, Treys eyes flashed in his mind. ‘Goddess, I can’t even check a girl out without thoughts of her,’ he thought shaking his head in disbelief. Dane and him traded thoughts on a few girls that walked by and talked about how school was going. While doing so two
chics approached him and he turned them both down. “Really, Ayden! You’re turning down easy girls now?”

“I just have more important things to do and right now I’m gonna have a few drinks with my buddy than go home, sleep and get up to go to school, study and train.”

“Alright man, as you wish! What else is up?” They went on hanging out and drinking beers for a while.

“I’m going crazy without working, I’m gonna need a job.”

“Can you bartend?” The beauty behind the bar asks.

“I know enough drinks, been at a lot of bars, I’m sure I could pick it up quick.” Ayden said a bit shocked at the automatic response to his dilemma.

“Get behind the bar, I’ll use it as an interview.” He walked around and started taking the orders of customers and was having a good time doing so. He did pick it up quick and he did impress the beauty enough to get the job. He was glad he didn’t try to hit on her. By the end of the night he was feeling better than fine and leaving with some chic that didn’t even bother to say a thing to him, she just grabbed his hand as he was walking out and walked him to her car than into her house. He was feeling good when he passed out back at his place.

The next few days went on about the same for them both. They did not cross paths at school even though he walked past where he saw her at lunch under the tree a few days back. He didn’t go to her shop and was without the tat pain he could have used, but he did agree to give her some space even if she wasn’t aware of it. He went to school, studied, trained, ran as much as he could the way she ran and was at the bar working or drinking.

She went to school, studied, trained the girls, went to the shop to work and ran. If he was as good as Pay said he was than she would have to build her strength, she had a feeling she was going to need it because he held himself with true confidence. With that thought she needed a fight, yes he would be there and she hasn’t seen him in four days which did her some good but a fight would be better at keeping her on her toes. She didn’t like setting a fight on a Friday, less would show up and the ones that did were drunk but she called the fraternity house that was most likely already having a party to see if the place was good for the time and sent out the text tree anyway.

Comhrac ~ 12 ~ FH2 ~ FG & PR ~ DM & TL ~ BK & TS

No new blood was on the list yet and it would be the first fight they attended so the safest place she picked; Fraternity House 2. It was pretty much guarded from the cops, the warning to stop the fight and just party would come in way before they showed up. It’s always a perfect cover, they were always partying. She set up to give the last guy she fought his rematch figuring, ‘Hell, why not?’ Gwen text her back asking, What the hell, Trey? Her only response was, Its good, mom!!!

That first text finally came in while he was at the bar and working to boot. He begged the other bartender that was just hanging out there to fill in for the night. He was sure he was going to be late and that was something he could not do. He grabbed Dane and flew to the spot the fight would take place. He knew he wasn't on the list tonight but to see the fights would do him some good. When he arrived he was glorified, he saw the ring
, the people and then looked up at Trey. This was him all the way, he had to be a part of this greatness.

She sighted Ayden who winked at her while she was giving her starting spiel. It didn’t catch her up but she did end her speech shortly after. Instead of standing close to the fights, she sat where she was standing and let the feel of the crowd around her engulf her mind, their amped up energy fueled her drive. She stood to walk to the ring and smirked at the guy in front of her knowing she gave him what he wanted but would not give him all of it; he would not win. And she would whisper, ‘Meet me by my shop,’ this time because she needed that as much as she needed the fight. She did not give the best show like last time, she only took him down quick to get on with it. Or was it to impress Ayden? She threw that thought out quicker than any. Denying the thought to stay for long.

Impressed, disappointed it lasted only a few minutes, turned on, motivating. He went down a list, stuck in the same spot physically and emotionally; he had to have her. Dane was spitting words to him that he didn’t really hear and then they went walking around to find out more about what went on with the fights and about the list. He tried looking for Trey but couldn’t find her until she was back on her ‘throne,’ he though, giving her closing argument. Fight night was over. He followed her with his line of sight not noticing he took every step after her.

She walked out with joy for the fight she just won and the next ‘go on’ in her night. She motioned her head to the front door of her shop to Brian, the guy she just fought. They went upstairs and she grabbed the bottle out of the freezer, the joints off the table and headed back to the hot tub without a word. She set the stuff down on the edge, took the top off and stripped down. Brian stood there for a minuet a bit thrown off by her naked body. “You gonna get in?” Trey asked sarcastically. Really the guy just fought her but was scared to get naked with her, ‘
unbelievable,’ she thought as he finally started to undress.

She motioned for him to sit in front of her with his back to her and handed him the bottle as he settled in. She lit up the joint and traded with him. After a few hits and a couple shots she began to work her hands all over him. When she felt him relax she stood up and got out dragging him with her to her bed, laying him down and crawling on top of him. She kissed him softly and touched him seductively before gliding onto him. She rode him slow and whispered in his ear, “feel it,” as she got off, knowing the feel of her muscles pulsing on him would send him into a frenzy. She looked to his eyes to see them change from lust to love as he gripped her hips to go deeper, closing his eyes with the relief inside. She kissed along his collar bones and up his neck as she moved from him onto the bed to lay on her back. He turned to his side and propped himself up on an elbow to touch and look at her. Then she spoke before he could. She gave him the same talk she had with them all than sent him away.

Ayden walked behind her all the way to her shop then saw her go in with the guy she just fought and thought, ‘what does she do,
brand
them after she wins a fight with them?’ He laughed to himself shaking his head and turned to walk away then he caught a glimpse of her on the upstairs balcony pulling her shirt over her head. He saw red; red rage. His vision; blurred. He was pissed, he wanted to kick that guy's ass. He wanted to head up there. What would Trey think? He wanted to wait until he came out so he could beat the guy senseless. What would she do if she knew? What would he do? He had no clue.

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