Badass (4 page)

I remind her of this factor and she leans over as we both sit in the car and says, “I love you, Alex.” 

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I
t’s Wednesday morning and the start of a brand new day.  The ladies are having breakfast, so I’ve got a little time to just jump in the shower.  I don’t feel like eating this morning, because I had a rough night. 

My cabin has a king-sized bed and closet, as well as a couple of weights and a desk where I can plug in my laptop and connect with Tina. The girls may not have access to the Internet, but I do. The room’s nothing fancy, which is all I need at camp.  It helps me focus to keep it simple.

I drove back late last night and as soon as I arrived I heard a noise outside my room just as I was preparing to hit the sack. First, I thought it could be wild animals or something, since we’re in the middle of nowhere, so I kept checking outside, but saw nothing.

Shoot, did someone try and break in here last night or what? I found pins on the floor by the doorway as if someone had tried to pick the lock.  I had security walking up and down throughout the night, so maybe they got startled.

The clients were supposed to have left their purses in the bags provided for them, which I put on the bus. How did they get pins? Shit, some women are just plain stubborn in their ploy to get what they want.  Then, again they could have had them in their hair when they got here.

They have all they need in the cabin: hair bands, dryer and shampoo. I don’t remember there being pins. Maybe there is and I wouldn’t know it because I’m not the one who sorts out their rooms. Tina does that shit. I’ll ask her if she puts anything other than band in there. If not, I need to go through their rooms while they’re in one of their sessions to see what else they’d managed to sneak in.

Tomorrow, is another day. I´m whacked.  So, I lock my door, hop in the shower, change and get ready to have the first official training session. 

Their alarm goes off at seven, as it will for their entire stay. They have thirty minutes before they line up in their uniforms, ready to go.

As I make my way outside to where they’ve formed a line, I’m in heavenly shock.   They are standing in numerical order.  What the fuck?

Both numbers three and six are buck naked.  What fucking size are they?  I can’t take my eyes off those big fucking tits on number six.  Shit, they could suffocate a man to death.  I have visions of her riding me and smacking me into tomorrow with those things hitting my face.

Did they go to breakfast that way?  I don’t give a fuck.  I contain my anger and carry on like I haven’t noticed.  I march up and down in front of them like I’m their sergeant and we’re in the fucking army.

I guess they think they’re smart.  I laugh to myself. I’m going to make them pay for not listening to my instructions.  This is my camp and I’m not taking any shit.  Their schedules are up on their wall in big bold letters, so they know what to wear and when.

“Good morning, ladies. First, we’re going on a three mile jog through the woods.”

Some of them gasp.  Number three’s hair looks like it’s on fire.  Some of them look like natural joggers, so they should be able to keep up.  Let’s see if number six  can keep up with her big tits bouncing up and down... or the redheaded number three.  Nope, they don’t even ask for a minute to get changed.  They’re going to regret it.

I jog in front of the line in silence and they keep pace.  As soon as we leave, number six is slightly embarrassed.  Shit, this is so fucked up.  The redhead is jogging like the ladies do at the start of Baywatch or something similar.  This shit’s unreal.

“Continue,” I shout as I slow down and let them pass by me.  Number six’s holding her tits, running by, smiling while trying to hold on to them for dear life.  Number one shouts, “Serves you right!” There must have been a discussion about it earlier.  Shit, that’s not my problem.

Once we get to the trenches numbers one to four look like they’re going to die.  Not only are they exhausted, but they’re also wailing like whales.  I give them a minute to catch their breath.  Some of them look like they need to lie down.

“Ladies, you need to get used to this.  Every day is going to be tough.”

Yes and no. I purposely made today the toughest ever.  They were supposed to go on the run, but not all the way to the trenches. I figured that some of these women had other ideas, so I switched today’s program around a little.  Sometimes, you need to be flexible, it makes things more fun.

“Mud? Mud!  Are we? Do we? Mud,” number six keeps screaming, over and over again.  Some of the ladies start to panic.  She’s fucked.  Mud will be right up her ass and round those big tits; serves her right for coming out naked.

“Did you not read the program?” number five, the pretty Asian, asks. “It clearly said fitness program, boot camp, trenches, and classes.  What did you think we were going to do all day, Pilates?” 

Number five has her hand on her hip and looks sexy as hell when she speaks.  She has a soft voice that even when she shouts, sounds more like a squeak than a grunt.  Unlike number two, who is your typical all-American girl.  She looks like she could knock most of these women into December.  She has long legs. Shit, she is nearly as tall as I am.   Today, she has her hair tied up in a ponytail, ready for action.  She has the longest eyelashes I have ever seen on a woman and the deepest blue eyes.

“What the fuck were you two thinking, coming out naked today?” Number two blurts. I’m going to have to turn up the asshole dial, because they´re not taking this camp seriously.

Shit, now World War three’s going to start.

“We’re starting now. Line up in pairs. My assistant, Carl, will meet you on the other end.”

They start to line up in numerical order.  Then, the bitchy comments begin left, right, and center about the order they are lining up in.  Fuck, when did grown women stop being able to count to six?  Seriously, what is so hard about lining up in numerical order?  I’m getting pissed.

I blow the whistle signaling the start and they’re off.  Numbers one and two start walking through the mud slowly. I huff. I don’t have time for this shit.

“Speed is key,” I scream while they’re taking their sweet-ass time.  They’re gasping and trying to make sure their hair doesn’t get wet, which is near impossible when there’s a big fucking log in the way.  The only way to get past it is to either go under or over it and it’s guaranteed at minimum that their hair will get wet.  I try not to laugh as they get to the log and stop, puzzled about how to continue.

“Move forward, or you’ll do it again!”

They both scream. Number one goes under, screaming before she holds her breath.  Number two slowly climbs on top of it, but with number one moving the log as she goes underneath it, number two falls into the mud and cries like a baby as she makes her way to the net.

I blow the whistle a second time for the next pair to start.  Now, this is going to be interesting, because number three is naked.  I strive to concentrate on everything but number three, with her nakedness, running through the mud. My cock starts playing tricks on me.   She embraces the situation and I admire her for making more of an effort than numbers one or two, who are still stuck halfway up the net.

“The first four have to repeat the whole thing. I’m not taking this shit.  It’s a fucking boot camp, not a beauty pageant.”

Speed and adrenaline start to take over as they race for their lives.  I watch as number three arrives at the net. I thought she would start crying when one of her nipples got burned by the rope.  Her body’s covered in mud, but she keeps striving forward, unlike when I blow the whistle and it’s number six’s turn.

Number six can’t stop crying.  She’s covered in mud and holding on to her breasts.  Her tits are so big they get stuck in the net as she climbs toward the top.  I shake my head as I walk over, climb partway up the net and fucking push them out. 

They finally reach the other side of the course, and Carl looks like he wants to die from laughter.  The women also look like they want to die, but from exhaustion.  I pick up the hose and spray them down with cold water. “Again,” I command.

They stop and gaze at me. 

“Again!”

I’m waiting for number six to complain and quit.  Fuck, I know she wants to.  Her pride or something stops her. Regardless, I don’t play around. Maybe now they know I’m serious.  They’ll never think about trying to get one on me.  Or fool around again.  This isn’t a fucking joke.  They need to... 

Stop.

Look.

Listen.

“L
adies, now we’re on to the fun part; sexual education.”  Number six looks like she wants to push me to the side and take over the class, she’s so excited.

Luckily, after the trench course yesterday, numbers six and three had a long shower, ate, and pulled their shit together.  They even came back to apologize.  Number two said she had sores on her ass, like I wanted to know. Some things are best kept private.

“I’m going to be very blunt.  I want you to tell me, starting with number one, why you’re here.”

They all look nervously around the room, eyeing each other up and down, wondering whether to tell the truth or lie.

“There is no wrong, right, or embarrassing answer. You spent a lot of money on this trip.  If you want things to get better, then you’d better start talking.”

I’m tired, fucking whacked. I spent most of yesterday trying to get number six’s tits out of the net. It’s still beyond me how that even happened.

The other part of the day was spent trying to get number one out of the net.  Shit, I hope she isn’t anorexic or something, but she’s as big as my little finger; stick-thin, and she just looks like she’s about to drop any second. Did Tina fuck up on orientation? How the heck did she get past it? I told her to eat at lunch. Fuck, I demanded it, because she’s too small.

The girl is around five two and must be a size zero.  She makes Scarlett Johansson seem obese and could be her twin sister, if she wasn’t so thin.  I wonder what her story is.  She needs attend to an eating camp, not a sex camp.

“So... let’s hear it.” Their silence is starting to irritate me.  Still nothing. Not a peep.  We’re in one of the cabins. They’re all in the right uniform and some of them even look half awake.  Shit, I wear the same uniform as them, to give them a bit of team spirit.  I stand in the same khaki shorts and white shirt. 

“My name’s—” number one starts to talk, but I have to fucking interrupt her. 

“This isn’t a damn dating hotline, girl.  The answer is simple. You can’t fuck, are single, lonely, or have no confidence in the way you perform. Shit, just tell me why you’re here.” I take a few deep breaths because this shit is just taking too long. I swear this group is hopeless.  I don’t remember other groups being so painful, or maybe it’s Tina’s scare or number four, Mia, getting to me.  Maybe Tina’s right and I am a bit of a prick, like Steve.  Not completely, but maybe I should cut them some slack.

Carl is sitting at the back, giggling like a girl.  Well, I’ll show him a different side of Alex.  The one who needs to wake up and realize women are human, not objects.

“My husband says I’m shitty in bed,” says number one. “This is the last option before he goes looking elsewhere.”

“Damn, you’re married, and he told you to come fuck Alex? What a dick.” I watch as number six speaks out as if she just woke up. 

“Speak when, and only when, I tell you to.” Who’s she to criticize? Who goes on a cross-training exercise naked and then judges someone else?

“Number two,” I command because this is an hour session which is starting to drag on to become a three-hour session, and I need a fucking nap.

“I’m a virgin,” she retorts.

I shake my head at that one.  She’s a virgin, so she’s decided I’m her first. She licks her lips. Shit, I better make Tina do a cross check on her.  Paying to lose your virginity is pretty fucking insane to me. There are plenty of men who would sell their dicks for a chance to swipe someone’s V-card. She’s one of those who come to get with me.

I move on.  I liked her at first, but now I’m damn nervous.

“My mom sent me here,” number four (Mia) says and then I do a double take. Now I know why I’m drawn to her.

Memories of how her mother came to me as soon as Mia said the reason why she came here...

“I’m here to see you, Alex Sinclair,” Mrs. Watson had purred, approaching me.  I was shocked because this woman took my breath away with her beauty. I hadn’t seen anyone as beautiful as her.  Her skin was pale with auburn hair, which was wrapped in a bun.  This emphasized her cheekbones and all I could think was, bet she knows how to suck. 

She wore light and subtle makeup that wasn’t over the top.  She was a natural beauty. She had a body most women would die for, the perfect figure eight.  Eat your heart out J-Lo. This one has booty and tits. She was a little shorter than me; maybe five foot eleven, but then again she had heels on, so maybe five nine.

I’d actually stared at her, which rarely happens. Her body was just as beautiful as her face. She had the kind of chest that I wanted to put my head against, to get lost in, letting them comfort every inch of my face. Her nipples were hard.  The thin, red wrap dress she had on didn’t conceal what was going on underneath, and it was making my cock stir to attention.  Staring at me with her piercing blue eyes, she cleared her throat while standing close, too close to me.

This hot lady was dominating me. I didn’t think she was trying, she was so cool and collected in her stride, her posture and everything it was unnerving.

“Can we go to your office? My name’s Mrs. Watson,” she said, interrupting my train of thought.

She held out her hand for me to lead the way as if it wasn´t a question, more of a demand.  I caught a glimpse of her butt as she stood sideways. I wanted to have her bent over my desk with those perky cheeks bared to me. Her ass was round and firm. I wanted to slap, pinch and most of all fuck her while holding on to it.

What did I do? I walked in front of her. I had to. I couldn’t contain myself with her in front of me. I would’ve made a move. I could feel my cock growing and straining against my pants. My dick’s always under my control until I take the girls to the room. I looked down and wondered why it was out of control today.