Limitless MC (Open for Ohia_Lehua)

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Jack (imagine longer hair and a stubble beard)



Jack 'D.A.' Murphy had wanted to be a member of Limitless MC for as long as he could remember. His dad had been friends with most of the members when he was younger and would often take Jack with him to visit. Jack used to love being at the club. He learned how to shoot pool and play darts there, plus he was always fascinated with the big Harleys that was always lined up just outside and couldn't wait to own his own and ride with the Limitless.

When he a few months ago at the age of 27 had finally been able to save up enough cash to buy his own Harley he had immediately contacted the President for Limitless, Rusty. Rusty was one of the original members and an old friend of his dad, and despite being nearly 60 years old he had an intimidating frame and was certainly not to be messed with. Rusty had told Jack that he would take it to a vote at the next meeting and that he would almost certainly become a prospect since they needed members. Jack had nearly hugged Rusty if it wasn't for Rusty suddenly getting in Jacks face and telling him with a lowered voice:

"Just don't expect any special treatment just 'cause I'm an old friend of your dad. You will go through all the shit that every prospect goes through, understood?"

Jack got voted in as a prospect, and even though Rusty had warned him he was stunned by the workload they placed on him. The bar was out of beer? Jack had to go buy more. Someone wanted a beer? Jack had to bring it. Floors had to be sweeped? Jack. Every day after work he went to the club to basically serve the other members.

There were 15 members in Limitless MC, including Rusty. Most of the members from when he was young had left the club and there were only 3 of them he recognized. Jack was surprised to find out that a woman was a member as he knew that was very rare. Jack nearly made a complete fool of himself when he first introduced himself to her as she was also sexy as hell. Rusty had noticed it and later told Jack that even though it wasn't against the club's rules it was not recommended to have an affair with another member. Or as Rusty had put it:

"You better keep your dick in your pants 'round here if you wanna become a member."

Jack didn't think he had a chance with her anyway, so it didn't really matter. He soon learned that she was really cool and fun to talk to when she wasn't barking orders at him like the other members.

But know that he was scrubbing toilets for the third time this week he really started to question if it was worth it. Being a prospect was much harder than he had expected. He knew that it was part of an act and that as soon as he was a member all the others would ease up on him, but he was really struggling right now. He still hadn't gotten used to his nickname, 'D.A.'. He got it from the other members when let it slip that he once wanted to become a District Attorney. One member had responded with:

"Hey, the only type of 'D.A.' you are is a 'Dumb Ass'!"

Everyone had thought it was hilarious and Jack officially became D.A. He tried to be cool about it, but after 2 months of busting his ass at the club it was all starting to wear on him.

Jack sighed as he finished scrubbing the last toilet. He went over to the sink and scrubbed his arms and face with soap. When he was done he looked at himself in the mirror. He looked tired. He was tired. Was this really worth it? He looked at his vest that was hanging beside the mirror. He looked at the patch that said 'prospect' sewn on it. He grabbed the black leather vest and put it on, standing up straight in front of the mirror. His white t-shirt was soaked with sweat and was basically see through by now. Jack noticed that he had lost some weight and also gained some muscle since he became a prospect.

"Well, something good comin' outta all this work I suppose." he muttered at himself as he smiled. His jeans were old and ripped, but it was the most comfortable pair that he had.

Still looking at himself in the mirror he realized that this vest looked good on him. And not only that, he wanted that patch on the back. He needed it. He nodded, now more determined than ever. He was going to get patched in, no matter what was thrown at him as a prospect. He put away the cleaning supplies and headed out to the bar. He was alone at the club, when he had gotten there after work there was only a note at the bar that read:

"Prospect! Sweep the floors, scrub the crappers, restock the fridge and wipe off the bar!"

Jack didn't know who had written it, but it didn't matter. He answered to all members of Limitless. He had decided to start with the floors and toilets, leaving the easy jobs for last. And since he was alone he could crank the stereo while he finished up. He went to the stereo that was behind the bar and pressed 'play'. The song came on and Jack started singing along as he started restocking the fridge. He didn't bother to keep his voice down as he was alone for all he knew.

 

[Ohia_Lehua]

It was only five thirty and T.O.F.U.'s was already packed.

"Can I get another beer over here?" Peter shouted from the end of the bar holding up his empty.

"Sure thing sweets." The bartender smiled grabbing an ice cold bottle from under the bar. She quickly popped the cap, tossed it in the trash and swapped the full one for the empty.

"Put it on my-"

"Tab. Yeah I know." She winked.

"Arabella Bartholomew." Whistled a big man with short cropped salt and pepper hair. From where he and his friend was sitting he was far enough away that the girl behind the bar wouldn't hear him but still close enough to watch her work.

"Who?" Questioned his friends sitting next to him at the table, his brows wrinkled with confusion. He was roughly the same height as his friend but slim with shoulder length dirty blond hair.

"Her." Nodded the big man. "They call her 'Siren'." He shook his head and took a long drink from his beer, his eyes never leaving Ari.

"Siren? Why?" The friend stared at the woman who was now shaking a drink in a shaker tin.

Salt and peppered just looked at his friend like he knew nothing. "Because she'll sing you a pretty song but it'll lead you to your death."

"She's killed people?" His friend whispered behind his beer glass turning quickly from the girl in case she spotted him looking and decided to make him her next target.

"God you're an idiot." Sighed the large man ignoring his friend's shocked and slightly scared face.

"Hey what are you still doing here?" Her Uncle Gerald owned T.O.F.U's and named it after his twin brother Leon's call sign; Technique only. Fuck you!

"We got busy." Ari shrugged.

"Get going. I've got it. It's already dark and you know how Al gets about people being there after dark." He lectured taking the rock glass away from this brother's daughter. "Now go on and get." His voice hardened as he all but shoved her from behind the bar and out through the back door.

Today marked the 13th year of her parents death. They had died in a motorcycle ride. Some asshole driving a car and not paying attention to his surroundings merged into the lane that her parents were in without looking and smashed right into them and killed them on impact. Arabella had turned twelve four days ago and now every birthday was celebrated with a heavy heart and shadows of memories.

"Hey Ari, going to see your parents?" Pony asked, a member of the Limitless MC.

"Yeah."

Pony nodded and patted the young woman's back. "Saw hi for me." He was one of the few guys who actually knew her dad and used to ride with him.

"I will." She smiled kicking a leg over her 2011 Norton 961SE Commando.

6:13pm Ari rolled into the cemetery. It was still light out and she sighed thinking about her uncle and his over dramatic nature, 'already dark' it was no where near to being dark. "Hi Al. How you feeling to day?" Al was an old back man with stiff shock white hair and a kind smile.

"Old but alive." He laughed with a raspy chuckle. "Your uncle just left here not so long ago." He reported.

"Yeah he's back at the bar."

Al nodded his head sat down on the rocking chair and closed his eyes, face tilted up to feel the sun. "Good kid, he is."

Arabella didn't say anything as she passed through the gates and made her way to the top of the hill by the old over grown grove. The tombstones were black marble and bore the names and dates for bother her mother and her father. "Hi Mom, Dad." Ari sat in front of the stone for a long while just remembering them. Her mother was a pin-up model and fashion editor and designer. She was short at 5'3" but could throw a mean right hook. Easy with smiles but not someone who would take any crap. While her father was a test pilot for the US Navy. He was cocky in everything he did. Blessed as one of those people who was good at anything they tried. Next to her mother Betty he looked like a giant at 6'4". The pictures of both of them together. The memory brought a smile to Ari's lips but tears to her eyes. "I miss you." She whispered reaching out to touch the tomb stone.

Several hours later Ari was back on her motorcycle heading to the club house. At this time of the evening everyone was more then likely to be at T.O.F.U.'s then there which was what Ari was hoping. The bar had a spacious loft above it and when Ari turned 18 she moved into it and never left and as much as she loved it there it was sometimes too noisy and there was sure to be people there that would want to talk to here. True only Pony, her uncle and Rusty knew what today was and were sure to leave her alone the rest of the club let alone bar didn't. So the club house made the perfect place to be.

Music could be heard through the door and from the gross hair band rock that was blaring from the speakers Ari instantly knew who it was, the prospect D.A..

"Is this what you call music prospect?" Siren gagged pulling the power cord from the wall. She quickly looked him over and noted his torn jeans and sweat soaked shirt. He had been here for a while doing whatever manor of chores the club had left him. Looking down at herself and today's outfit made her wonder if D.A. had a style outside of the club slave look. At least he wasn't being subjected to adult costumes while he worked around the club house. "So what was on the list today?" Ari asked picking up the note. "Bathroom duty. Nice." She cringed put the note back from where she got it. "What do you have left?"

 

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D.A. loved singing. It was one more thing he had dreamed of growing up, being the lead singer in a band that toured the world and played in huge arenas in front of thousands of people. But in his late teens he realized it wouldn't happen. He was an OK singer, but definitely not anything special. Plus, he sucked at high notes. His voice would always break on those. But when he was alone, like now at the club house, it didn't matter. He could sing as loud as he wanted to without bothering anyone. And now that the song hit his favorite part, he really focused on bringing the best out of his voice while singing along:

"I'm an American hairband
watch me rock
you can raise your hands
or you can suck my COCK
Heavy Metal God
I'm a pi-*"

The music suddenly stopped. Was there a scratch in the CD?

"Is this what you call music prospect?"

D.A. damn near pissed himself at the sound of that voice. He quickly turned around and saw Arabella standing there with the cord to the stereo in her hand.

"Oh, um... yeah, I like the hairbands, they, um... they we're all about havin' a good time... ma'am..."

D.A.'s voice was barely audible and he was fidgeting, not knowing what to do with his hands. He was almost always like this around Arabella and he hated himself for it. He had never been really confident when it came to women, but it was worse with Arabella. She was the most attractive woman that D.A. had ever seen, plus she seemed confident as hell in herself. D.A. liked that, but it also intimidated him somewhat.

There was also the problem with what to call her. Naturally D.A. tried to be respectful to all the members of Limitless as they all held his future in their hands. A few of them simply wanted to be called by their nicknames, but most of them wanted to be called 'sir'. But D.A. didn't really know what she wanted to be called. He knew that some of the members called her Ari, plus he had heard of another nickname that he had never been able to quite catch. Since he didn't want to accidentally disrespect her he had settled for calling her ma'am.

D.A. was a pretty big man, standing 6'3 and roughly 210 lbs. He had been a amateur boxer a few years earlier. He lost most of his matches but still had fun doing it. When he quit he gained some weight, but after working for the Limitless for the past 2 months he had lost most of it. He wasn't ripped, but he was definitely in pretty good shape. Which must have made the current scene look pretty amusing for an outsider looking on. This big man, looking nervous as hell and barely being able to speak up to the woman in front of him.

"So what was on the list today?"

"Uh..." D.A. didn't have time to answer before Arabella picked up the note on the bar.

"Bathroom duty. Nice."

"Yeah, it's... it's a crap job, but someone's gotta do it, heh." D.A. let out a nervous chuckle at the end.

"What do you have left?"

"Oh, I... I just have to finish restocking the fridge and wipe off the bar, ma'am." D.A. looked at the bar and realized it looked pretty nasty. There were peanut shells and dried up beer stains all over it. So much for leaving the easy part 'til later.

"Oh, um, would you like a beer, ma'am?" D.A. asked as he grabbed one from the fridge and held it out to Arabella. "It's cold."

D.A. then looked down at himself and realized he looked like shit, his t-shirt drenched with sweat, clinging to him. He also realized that Arabella knew what he had been doing earlier.

"Oh, don't worry, I washed my hands after... after scrubbing the... yeah..." His voice drifted again.

 

[Ohia_Lehua]

There was something adorable in the way that D.A. fidgeted in her presence. Sure it was mean of her to toy with him like she did but she couldn't help it. Like how failed to give him her name and left him clueless as to how to address her. Ma'am kind of made her feel older then her 25 years but she was willing to ignore it because of his facial expressions when he addressed her.

"Hairbands." She clucked her tongue and shook her head. But who was she to judge, she like rockabilly music and preferred black and white movies to modern day colors. "I get the good time thing." She smiled, showing him that she was just making trouble and didn't mean anything by her head shake. Some guys were really possessive and defensive over the kind of music that they liked and the last thing Ari wanted today was to fight with someone.

Arabella agreed fully with D.A. about it being a crap job but at least he didn't have to do it in a french maid outfit and she shared her past experience with him. "Be happy you don'e have tits or Clit as your sponsor. When I was prospecting for my rockers and patch the club made a game out of not only leaving me a chore list but also an outfit to do them in. Can you imagine having to do that same job but in a slutty nurse outfit or slinky french maid one?" She chuckled glad that had been thoughtful enough to create the 'Look but don't you dare fucking touch unless you want to deal with me' rule.

"No beer. And it's not that I know you just finished cleaning the bathroom it's more of the fact that I don't like beer." Ari shook her head waving away the beer. "But if you want to pour me a stiff Jack and Coke then feel free." She smiled.

At 5'6" Ari was a great deal shorter and smaller then D.A. and while it meant that normally she had to make sure to be careful with her trouble making being a full patch member kind of over ruled that general kindness. But just because he was a prospect that didn't mean she was okay with ordering him around just for the hell of it. Making him the bar back boy was fine but having him tie my shoes was a little too far, at least in her mind but she knew that not everyone in the club thought so. Some saw prospect and saw slave.

"So what are your plans after chores? You heading over to T.O.F.U.'s, going to chill here or are you heading home for the night?" Ari answer pulling darts from the cork dart board.

 

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"Hairbands. I get the good time thing."

Arabella smiled at D.A., making him realize that she had mostly been messing with him. It actually made him draw a sigh of relief. Arabella was after all one of the people holding his potential membership in their hands. D.A. knew that when it was time to vote on his membership it had to be unanimous, if one voted against it he was out. Sure, he could stick around as a prospect and hope for better luck next time, but if there was any bad blood between him and another member it could more or less destroy his chances of ever getting patched in.

"Be happy you don'e have tits or Clit as your sponsor."

D.A. blushed at her comment.

"When I was prospecting for my rockers and patch the club made a game out of not only leaving me a chore list but also an outfit to do them in. Can you imagine having to do that same job but in a slutty nurse outfit or slinky french maid one?"

The thought of Arabella in any of those costumes was a bit exciting, but the fact that she had to scrub toilets while wearing them really killed the image that D.A. had in his head.

"That... sounds kinda disgusting. Especially if their aim was as bad back then as it is now, ma'am."

D.A. looked down on his knees. He remembered the first time he was ordered to scrub the crappers and someone had somehow managed to completely miss the toilet and leave a puddle of piss in front of it. A puddle that D.A. managed to firmly place his knees in. That story was somewhat infamous among the members of Limitless.

"No beer. And it's not that I know you just finished cleaning the bathroom it's more of the fact that I don't like beer. But if you want to pour me a stiff Jack and Coke then feel free."

"Oh, comin' right up." D.A. smiled back at Arabella. He turned to the bottles lined up behind the bar and grabbed the bottle of Jack Daniels standing there.

"Good 'ol Jack." D.A. muttered to himself. He finished making the drink and noticed that Arabella was over by the dart board.

"So what are your plans after chores? You heading over to T.O.F.U.'s, going to chill here or are you heading home for the night?"

D.A. placed Arabella's Jack and Coke on the table next to the yellow line on the floor which showed where you were supposed to be throwing the darts from.

"Oh, I dunno really." D.A. looked at the clock above the bar. It was that close to 10 PM already? "I was thinking about beating up the sandbag for a while, ma'am." D.A. said as he returned to the bar and started cleaning it up. "Wanted to work up a little sweat before I call it a night." D.A. looked at his sweat-soaked shirt. "Not that THAT will be a problem, ma'am.

He did some quick math in his head and came to the conclusion that it would take him about an hour to finish working on the sandbag and taking a quick shower after that. He wondered what Arabella had planned for the night.

"What about you ma'am? Got anything fun planned for tonight?"

 

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"Fun." Ari thought to herself, other then drinking and hanging out with the club did she do fun? She thought about it for a bit and shook her head and came to the realization that she was kind of boring. "Nope." She answered throwing her first dart and hitting the 20 wedge. "More then likely I'll finish my game of dart, finish my drink then ride to the heights and watch the stars. Maybe take that bottle of Jack with me." She nodded over to where the bottle was with her chin and threw the second dart, landing again in the 20 wedge. And for the shower thing, there was going to be some kind of meteor show at midnight and she wanted to watch it.

Saying all that out loud though kind of sounded weak and lonely. Maybe that wasn't the best thing to do tonight. Thinking about it Ari threw her last dart and closed out the 20s. "You know what Prospect." She was going to barge in on his night. The bar would be too loud and filled with too many people, the club house would be filling up here soon as well and she didn't want to deal with that or get caught talking old time stories with Pony about her dad. "You're going to have to deal with me a little longer." She smiled pulling the 'you can't stop me because I'm a full patch' card. "I'm tailing your ass the this gym of yours." Working off some lagging feelings of sorrow and loss sounded like a good idea. "But I'm still bringing the Jack."

Ari pounded back the jack and coke that D.A. had made her and turned to the bar, forgetting about her game of darts. "I'll help stock the bar if you clean it." It wasn't a true barter because before D.A. could answer her she left the room and headed for the walk-in in the back. It wasn't a big deal helping the prospect out, she did this sort of thing at T.O.F.U.'s. She grabbed two cases of beer from the back and stacked them one on top of the other and truest that no one had moved shit or left crap in the middle of the walk way because she couldn't see over the boxes.

Luck was with her as she made it around the corner and back into the main room without tripping over something and spilling everything and making a mess. Quick like it was second nature, which it was, Ari cracked the cases open and filed the beers into the fridge behind the bar. And when that was done, left the room again and came back arms full of hard liquor to fill the blank spots on the shelves. It didn't take long before she was done and leaned back against the wall. Watching the prospect.

"I never asked but always wondered." She started toeing open the mini fridge to grab herself a cherry. "But why Limitless? I got that you know Rusty and some of the old timers but what's the history?"

 

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"Nope."

D.A. raised his head at her reply. The answer caught him off-guard for some reason. He looked at her back as she threw a dart and nailed the 20 wedge.

"More then likely I'll finish my game of dart, finish my drink then ride to the heights and watch the stars. Maybe take that bottle of Jack with me."

"Huh." D.A. thought to himself as Arabella once again hit the 20 wedge. For some reason he really thought her plans would be, well... grander than that. Not that he was judging her, he was planning on going to the gym for god's sake.

"You know what Prospect."

"Huh? What?" D.A. had been spacing out and snapped back into reality.

"You're going to have to deal with me a little longer. I'm tailing your ass the this gym of yours. But I'm still bringing the Jack."

D.A. started fidgeting again. His hands were all over the place as he tried to give her a coherent reply.

"Well, uh, I, eh, um... s-sure, of course, that would be nice, ma'am." D.A. finally managed to calm down and reply to her. He was still nervous though, sure he'd spent time alone with Arabella at the club, but the thought of showing her where he used to work out kinda freaked him out for some reason.

"Relax." He thought to himself. "It's just working out. Nothing will happen so don't worry, she's not into you anyway."

Arabella knocked back her drink. D.A. thought it was impressive.

"I'll help stock the bar if you clean it."

"Uh." It was the only thing that D.A. managed to say before Arabella left the room. "Oh... well, OK then." He said to noone in particular.

D.A. continued cleaning up as Arabella was restocking the bar behind him. He glanced back at her.

"Damn, she's fast as fuck!" D.A. thought to himself. "Did she do this a lot when she was a prospect? It would make sense."

D.A. focused getting rid of the beer stains on the bar. He heard Arabella finishing up behind him. "Jesus, she did that at least four times quicker than me. I would still be filling up the fridge with beer." He thought to himself. He wasn't jealous, but he was impressed.

"I never asked but always wondered."

"What, ma'am?" D.A. didn't turn to her as he was still trying to get rid of the beer stains.

"But why Limitless? I got that you know Rusty and some of the old timers but what's the history?"

D.A. stopped for a second. He looked down on the bar which was starting to get clean enough to show his reflection.

"'Cause... it's where I'm supposed to be." D.A. started wiping the bar again, still not looking at Arabella.

"I can't begin to tell you how much time I spent here as a kid. Every time my dad visited here I was right by his side. A member named Sid taught me how to shoot some pool, we would always play. Pony taught me how to throw darts right over there." D.A. nodded with his head towards the dartboard. "I learned dirty jokes right here at this bar. I watched violent movies here that my mom wouldn't allow me to watch. All this was before I had turned 9. It was like having 20 really cool uncles that didn't molest you." D.A. snickered at his own joke and finally finished cleaning up the bar. He turned to Arabella as he threw the rag he used to clean the bar in the trash.

"When I was 2... now, I don't remember this, this is something my mom told me. When I was 2 years old I was with my mom down at the post office. For some reason it was packed with senior citizens, I dunno why, maybe they were paying out pensions or something. Anyway, me and my mom were waiting in line when all of a sudden Rusty and Eightball walked in. Now, you know what Rusty looks like, just imagine him 25 years younger, with red hair and a red beard instead of the grey that he has now. Eightball was a member of Limitless that always had his head completely shaved, that's where he got his name from. Anyway, they walk in there with their vests on and all of the seniors there start pressing up against the walls, fearing that Rusty and Eightball might rob them or something. Me, on the other hand, see them and yell: 'Rusty! Eightball!' and run over to them and jump up in their arms. According to my mom most of the seniors there almost had a stroke from seeing this, they were afraid that Rusty and Eightball would bite my head off or something."

D.A. finished his story, laughing at it.

"So, there has always been this bond, ya'know? I've been visiting here before I can even remember. It just feels like I'm supposed to be here."

D.A. thought about this for a moment. He was sure of it. He was supposed to be a member of Limitless MC. He grew up here, and if he had it his way, he would die here. No matter what the other members made him go through he would get patched in.

"Also," D.A. said as he put his vest on, "I look damn good in this." He struck a pose and grinned.

"Anyway, let's get to the gym." D.A. and Arabella turned off the lights and locked up before they left. Their bikes where parked outside, and D.A. couldn't help but notice that his looked like shit next to hers. He had bought it cheap from some guy whose son had managed to almost total it on a joyride. D.A. had managed to clean it up quite a bit, but it was still very obvious that it had been in an accident. The orange tank had large marks on it from sliding on the asphalt and there were dents all over the bike. To sum it up, it was a mess on the outside, but it still worked pretty well. D.A. had spent at least 40 hours just to get it running again. But he had spent countless other hours on getting it to run as well as it did now. Didn't matter to him, he still loved that bike. And one day he would fix it up completely, making it as good as new.

D.A. and Arabella took off through the night. It was already dark outside and the streetlights cast their yellow light on the road beneath them. The air was cool and felt good.

After a 10-minute drive they arrived at the gym called Sully's. It was a small run-down gym, but it was cheap to work out there. Plus it was close to D.A.'s apartment, so that was convenient. D.A. took of his helmet and looked at Arabella.

"You still up for this? He asked her, thinking she might have changed her mind.

 

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Ari listened to his answer nodding her head when she agreed with that he was saying. She felt that way too about the club. The feeling of belonging. To her they were all big brothers a few honored with the promotion of uncles but still family. And while it didn't lessen the hole in her heart and life the death of her parents left having more people to turn to and rely on was reassuring.

She smile picturing the cute little boy running up to the big scary outlaw bikers and giving all the old ladies a good fright. "You mush have been a handful when you were younger." Ari laughed with him when he finished the story. When he slid him vest on and bragged about how good he looked she stepped up to him and tugged on the front of his vest getting close. "I don't know...." She sighed running her hand over the vest, from the top of his shoulders down to the bottom edges of the cut. She left her hands fall and stepped around him running the tips of her fingers over him. "For a prospect it doesn't look bad." She teased with a shrug backing away from D.A. with a wicked little smile.

Arabella didn't think anything of her teasing, she was like this all the time and everyone just played around treating her like the hot younger sister that they had to put up with but didn't mind checking out. The idea that D.A. would think more about it then it was didn't even cross her mind. To her he was just another person hoping to join the family. A little brother trying to prove himself, regardless of the fact that he was older then she was.

Lead the way." Ari nodded following D.A. out of the club house to their bikes. D.A.'s bike was a skid but she could see the work he was putting into the and had a feeling that when he was done with it it would be a beauty of this creation. "You know it you ever need help with that." She jutted her chin out towards his bike as she kicked her leg over hers. She had a degree in mechanical engineering and knew a little something about bikes. True she was better at the british and old iron stuff but if he needed a hand she wanted him to know that he could come to her for it.

It didn't take long to arrive at the gym, a place called Sully's. The place was small and old but seemed to be kept up as best as they could keep it. A quick look around also told her that the place looked empty. A few cars but none that looked to be parked in front of the building because they were inside.

"You still up for this?

Ari shot him a looked that said please with raised eyebrows. "Why do I look too frail to be beating up on some sandbag?" She acted offend as she got off her bike. "Is this place even open?"

A sudden thought came to her as she unzipped her jacket and pulled out the bottle of jack. She didn't have saddle bags on the bike and the extra set of clothes that she was planning on changing into the in the saddle bags of the 1999 hardtail HD deuce. 'Shit.' Ari thought to herself leaning up against her bike. She wasn't planning of caving and loosing face front of the prospect because working out in jeans were uncomfortable. No she was far too stubborn to give up.

 

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"You mush have been a handful when you were younger."

"Yeah, maybe." D.A. chuckled. "I don't think I did anything too bad, except for a couple of broken windows. I liked throwing rocks around for some reason, ma'am."

D.A. joked about how good he looked in his vest when Arabella suddenly got close to him.

"I don't know...." She lightly ran her fingers over his vest. D.A. was frozen and just looked at Arabella. "What the... is she?... is this really?..." He thought to himself as his heart started beating faster and louder until it was all he could hear.

"For a prospect it doesn't look bad." She was teasing him. D.A. forced a laugh and drew a quick sigh of relief. He didn't know if she noticed anything, but he thought he managed to act normal. Well, normal by his standards anyway.

D.A. and Arabella left the club and got to their bikes parked outside.

"You know it you ever need help with that."

"Thanks, I'll probably need it. Been able to get it this far, but it probably would've gone a whole lot faster if I had someone who knew what they were doing helping me." D.A. forced a grin, still a bit shaken by Arabella's teasing.

During the ride to the gym D.A. tried to cool down. "Jesus, she's too fucking sexy. But I need to stay the hell away if I want to get patched in. Plus, she's not interested. Just remember that, she's not into you." D.A. repeated that thought a couple of times. It worked. He liked Arabella a lot, but she didn't think of him like that. He just needed to stay focused on getting patched.

They arrived at Sully's after a few minutes.

"You still up for this?"

"Why do I look too frail to be beating up on some sandbag?" D.A. picked up on the joke.

"No ma'am, with muscles like yours I'm sure you could fight a tank." D.A. snickered.

"Is this place even open?"

"That's the beauty of Sully's ma'am, it's always open." D.A. opened the dirty glass door to the gym, Arabella following right behind him. They walked through a short and narrow hallway before they reached the actual gym. "You see, Sully is here whenever he feels like it and never locks the place up. He trusts that the people using the gym pay for themselves, which they do. Also, noone dares to steal anything from the gym because... well, because of that."

Just as they left the hallway D.A. pointed on the wall directly to his left. On it was a plaque made of steel, about 3 square feet big that read: 'SULLY'S SUPPORTS LIMITLESS MC'. Which basically meant 'keep your ass in line unless you want it stomped by 15 angry bikers'.

D.A. leaned in towards Arabella. "Sully knows Rusty from way back... and speak of the devil."

Just to the right of the plaque was a small office with glass walls facing the gym. The office wasn't anything special, just a desk, a few chairs, a filing cabinet and a bunch of signed photos of different fighters on the walls. And, as usual, with his feet on the desk was the man named Sully. He was in his seventies, with white hair and mostly bald. He was wearing his trademark red and green checkered pants, white shirt and red suspenders.

"How ya doin' Sully?" D.A. asked from the doorway. Sully turned to him.

"Hey there Jack! I'm just fine, how are you? Here to beat up the sandbag again?" Sully's voice was cheerful yet gravelly.

"You know it. Got a friend with me this time, I'll pay for her." D.A. slipped a 10-dollar bill into a jar next to the door. Sully gave D.A. a quick salute with his right hand. Sully then saw Arabella standing next to D.A.

"Hey, you're the girl that works at T.O.F.U.'s." Sully eyed Arabella from top to bottom. "Dang you're a beauty. You're the reason why T.O.F.U. remains my main watering hole. If I was 50 years younger I would treat you to the greatest steak sandwich ever made over at Lorraine's Diner." Sully let out a loud laugh like he had told the funniest joke ever written. He suddenly stopped and quickly licked his lips. "Dang, now I want a steak sandwich. I'm heading over to Lorraine's." Sully stood up, surprisingly agile for a man his age.

"I thought your doctor said you should be more careful with what you eat Sully." Sully grimaced at D.A.'s comment. "Ah, what the fuck does she know? I'm seventy-four years old, I served my country in Vietnam, I survived three marriages, and if I want a damn steak sandwich I will damn well have a steak sandwich." Sully spit on the floor as an exclamation point. "Sully, do you ever mop the floor in your office?" D.A. asked. Sully looked confused. "Why would I? The spit dries up after a few hours." Sully walked past D.A. and Arabella, giving D.A. a quick pat on the shoulder as he walked by. "You kids have fun now." "Take care Sully, say hi to Lorraine for me."

D.A. and Arabella watched Sully leave. When he was gone D.A. turned to Arabella. "And that was Sully, ma'am." D.A. then remembered something that Sully had said. "Hey, you work at T.O.F.U.'s? Oh, I guess that's why you seemed so experienced in the bar, ma'am."

 

[Ohia_Lehua]

No ma'am, with muscles like yours I'm sure you could fight a tank.

Ari laughed caught off guard by D.A.'s teasing comment and snicker. "Smart ass." She smiled nodding to his comment about the place always being open and following him in.

She listened to him as she took in her surroundings. The place was older then she would have thought by the looks of the inside. It was also dirtier then she would have expected but noted that the smell of rank musky man sweat was faint which meant there must be someone who cleaned but not thoroughly. Not that it really bothered her much, she was a biker who worked at a bar and loved to get dirty.

"Well isn't that nice." She smiled rocking back on her heels and tucking her thumbs into her front pockets. "How did I not know of this place before?" She questioned out loud more for herself then a question directed at D.A..

Sully knows Rusty from way back... and speak of the devil.

Arabella turned to look at who D.A. was talking about and saw a face she had seen more then once at T.O.F.U.'s. She had never learned the man's name but knew that he always have a smile for her that didn't drip with the creeps and tipped. So naturally she had liked the older man and was glad to have finally learned his name.

Ari stood there as the two men small talked before the attention was turned on her.

Hey, you're the girl that works at T.O.F.U.'s. Dang you're a beauty. You're the reason why T.O.F.U. remains my main watering hole. If I was 50 years younger I would treat you to the greatest steak sandwich ever made over at Lorraine's Diner.

"To hell with the 50 years!" Ari smiled waving away the imaginary years like they were nothing. "Catch me on my next night off and you can treat me to a steak sandwich and tell me what your 50 years can teach me." She winked at Sully flashing him a teasing little smile. She had been to Lorraine's Diner before and knew of their steak sandwiches and couldn't help but feel her mouth water as they talked about them kind of wishing that she could go and get one too.

As Ari imagined her sandwich piled high with onions and cheese D.A. got on to the old man about his unhealthy eating habits and poor hygiene concerning his office.

"And that was Sully, ma'am.

"Nice guy. I've seen him at the bar a few times and he always tips." She watched the old man leave and made a mental note to give him his next drink on the house.

Hey, you work at T.O.F.U.'s? Oh, I guess that's why you seemed so experienced in the bar, ma'am."

Ari shrugged with a slight raise to her eyebrows. "My Uncle owns the place and I've pretty much worked there since I was 12." Since my parents died, the voice inside of her head added. "So," Ari hopped up with her hands up as if she were boxing. "Going to show me what you got?" Her voice sounded a little tight and overly cherry as she fought within herself to push the memories of her folks and their dead away,

 

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"To hell with the 50 years! Catch me on my next night off and you can treat me to a steak sandwich and tell me what your 50 years can teach me."

D.A. watched Arabella give Sully a teasing smile. Their banter was amusing and D.A. caught himself smiling dreamily while watching them.

After talking some more Sully decided to head over to Lorraine's. D.A. turned to Arabella after he left.

"And that was Sully, ma'am."

"Nice guy. I've seen him at the bar a few times and he always tips."

D.A. thought about it and realized that Sully had mentioned something about a cute bartender working at T.O.F.U.'s a couple of times. D.A. had no idea that he had been talking about Arabella though. Then again, D.A. had never been at T.O.F.U.'s.

"Hey, you work at T.O.F.U.'s? Oh, I guess that's why you seemed so experienced in the bar, ma'am."

"My Uncle owns the place and I've pretty much worked there since I was 12."

Arabella made a pause that for some reason seemed out of place. D.A. was about to ask her if something was wrong when she suddenly spoke again.

"So, going to show me what you got?" Arabella put her hands up and seemed a bit more chipper than usual, but D.A. didn't notice the strain in her voice.

"Huh, well I guess she's fine." he thought to himself.

"Sure, let's start with the sandbag, ma'am."

Sully's gym wasn't big, but it had everything you needed to get in shape. Dumbbells, barbells, a couple of exercise bikes, a few treadmills, a handful of machines focusing on certain muscles, a sandbag, and in one corner of the room, an old boxing ring. The gym's walls was a light yellow with various scuff marks on them, just like the grey rubber mats on the floor. Those mats had once been black, but years of use had made the color fade.

As D.A. and Arabella headed over to the sandbag the door right next to it, which happened to be to the lockerroom, opened. Out came Marcus, his nose buried in his phone.

"Jesus, Marcus, don't you own any clothes?" D.A. said half-jokingly. Marcus was a african-american with a very impressive physique that he didn't mind showing off. Fact was that Marcus was wearing his usual gym clothes, a pair of white sneakers and a pair of short, very tight blue shorts that left very little to the imagination. In fact, you could easily see the veins on his huge dick through the thin fabric of his shorts.

Marcus looked up from his phone and smiled as he saw D.A..

"Hey Jack, how ya doin?" They shook hands and gave each other a quick hug. "I'm just on my way home, seeing my 'special someone' tonight." Marcus must have thought about what the night had in store for him as his impressive bulge suddenly twitched.

"Come on man, be careful with that thing, you could poke someones eyes out." D.A. said while covering his eyes and laughing.

"Bah, you like it. And I'm sure this beauty don't mind either." Marcus gently grabbed Arabellas hand and gave it a quick kiss as he bowed to her. "Pleasure to meet you." he continued.

"Arabella, the Adonis currently slobbering on your hand is named Marcus. Marcus, this is Arabella, she is a member of Limitless."

Marcus grinned as he heard that. "Oh, you are? Please tell me you have embarrassing stories about Jack. Like forcing him to wear lipstick and a wig while serving you beer." D.A. kinda panicked when Marcus said that, he knew that Arabella had a couple of stories about some of his mistakes at the club so he decided to quickly change the subject, maybe being able to save himself.

"Hey, didn't you have someone waiting for you?" Marcus looked at his phone again when D.A. said that. "Crap, you're right. I gotta run if I wanna get some lovin' tonight. Arabella, it was a pleasure to meet you, hope to see you again soon. Jack, you're still a weakling and you suck." D.A. chuckled at his remark. "Love you too, Marcus. Take care." Marcus left the gym. D.A. looked down at Arabella when they were alone.

"Good-looking guy, huh ma'am?" D.A. said as he picked up a pair of boxing gloves from a box on the floor. "He's also gay." D.A. smiled to himself as he took of his vest and threw it on a bench. "He's not in the closet or anything, he's very open about it. I didn't even notice. It took me a month, and then I only figured it out because we started talking about which celebrities we would sleep with if we got the chance. After he named the starting line-up of the Los Angeles Lakers I started to suspect that he might be gay." D.A. laughed while reminiscing about the first time he and Marcus met. He then turned to the sandbag and gave it a light jab, making the chains holding it up rattle.

"Yeah, I don't really bother with changing clothes days like these. These clothes are sweaty and nasty from the chores at the club anyway, so I'll just change them when I get home." It was a lie. He had forgotten his gym-clothes at home and simply couldn't be bothered to go there and get them.

D.A. continued giving the sandbag light punches while moving around it, trying to keep moving like he would do during a match.

"When I was boxing I liked to throw some weak punches to make my opponent think I didn't have any power. And when I noticed him getting cocky, BAM!" D.A. suddenly threw a straight right hand that rocked the sandbag violently, making it jump. D.A. got in close to the sandbag and threw a flurry of low punches that rattled the sandbag, making the chains protest loudly.

After about 30 seconds of pummeling the sandbag non-stop D.A. ran out of steam. He stopped, drawing in big breaths of air as the sweat dripped from his hair and forehead. He looked at Arabella.

"But then again, I lost 22 of my 28 matches, so my tactic was obviously shit, ma'am." D.A. laughed as he took of his gloves and threw them back in the box. He picked up a smaller pair and tossed them to Arabella.

"Your turn, ma'am." He said with a smile. "I'll hold the sandbag still for you." D.A. positioned himself behind the sandbag, pressing his chest against it and holding on to it with his hands. "Whenever you're ready." D.A. said as he slapped the sandbag.

 

[Ohia_Lehua]

Arabella eyed the muscular black man and while it was a nice view some kind of alarm in the back of her mind kept her eyes north of his impressive equator.

"Le plaisir est pour moi." Ari blushed and curtsied while D.A. introduced herself. At that moment she knew he was gay and it didn't bother her at all.

Please tell me you have embarrassing stories about Jack. Like forcing him to wear lipstick and a wig while serving you beer.

Ari laughed and nodded her head. "Ask me when you have more time and I'll share what stories I have about the prospect." She looked over at D.A. her eyes sparkling with trouble. "And I think I'll add the lipstick and wig bit next time he messes things up." The turn of her lips was of pure innocence but her eyes laughed at the mental picture of him in make-up.

Good-looking guy, huh ma'am?

Ari turned her head and got one last look at the black man and shrugged. "Sure it's a nice picture but I like my men hot for me, not another man." She turned back to D.A. catching him in the act of removing some of his clothes. Mainly the outer-most layer but after the midnight show of flesh before she was kind of expecting him to remove more then just his vest.

D.A. talked about his clothes, his fighting style and made a show of showing it to her before winding himself out. Ari watched him attack the bag wishing she knew more about boxing to know what to look for. The only thing she understood was he could hit pretty hard if the groan in the chains meant anything.

Your turn, ma'am. I'll hold the sandbag still for you. Whenever you're ready.

"Nm." Ari nodded once. Should I have held the bag for him? Her brows wrinkled at the worry that she had slipped up in some way.

"Give me a second." Ari took off her jacket and tossed it next to D.A.'s vest, followed by her shades and rings to be replaced by the boxing gloves.

When Ari was ready she got on the other side of the bag and give it a test hit. The bag didn't even move and more so there was an inflexibility to the bag that she hadn't expected. When she was younger she had take a few summers worth of taekwondo but it was more kicking if she remembered it right. Plus the things that they practiced on were the other students or a padded dummy that gave under hand. And these gloves- why were they so heavy and thickly padded. How did you feel anything under all this?

Ari wasn't going to admit that this was her first time in a 'boxing' gym and tried to switch her stance so it mimicked D.A.'s when he was at the bag but it felt weird and she flipped back to being goofy footed.

"So there is a celebrity list? Care to share, prospect?" She tried to distract him with a question she he wouldn't notice her discomfort as she tired to get relaxed behind the bag. She took a few more hits with it, left-right-right, straight on before giving the bag a nice hard left hook. It was one of the only hand strikes that she knew she was good at, thanks to her Mom. She really wanted to show off as well but her power weren't in her arms, they were in her legs but with as tight fitting these jeans were there was no way she was going to be able to manage a solid kick.

Unless...

Hadn't Marcus been wearing nearly nothing? The more she thought about it as she flirted with the bag the more it seemed like an okay thing that she take her pants off and rock it in her cotton boy-short cut panties. But something in her whispered that maybe that wouldn't be the best idea and she quickly pushed the idea away and worked on focusing her hits so they landed right and kept her breathing even.

 

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"Sure it's a nice picture but I like my men hot for me, not another man."

D.A. chuckled.

"Heh, then you would lo-" D.A. suddenly slapped both his hands over his mouth. "What the fuck were you just about to say?" he thought to himself. "'Then you would love me?' How much of a fucking idiot are you? Get it together, asshole."

D.A. tried to explain his sudden action.

"Sorry ma'am, I... got a fly in my mouth. I think I managed to kill it."

D.A. punched on the bag for a few minutes before giving Arabella a go at it.

"So there is a celebrity list? Care to share, prospect?"

D.A. was caught completely off-guard by that question. He briefly pondered if he really should tell her about which celebrities he wanted to sleep with, but decided to do it since he couldn't really find any harm in it.

"Well..." he began as he thought about it, looking at the roof while thinking. "There's Halle Berry, she's really hot. Amy Smart, and there's also Mila Kunis. But at the top of the celebrity list is... uummmm... aw, man! I always forget her name, I saw her in a movie once, but I think she started out as a model... um, dark hair, a bunch of cool tattoos, she looks a lot like you."

D.A. stared at the roof with his mouth wide-open when he realized what he had just said. He had just said 'I want to fuck a celebrity that looks like you.' Which meant he had basically said 'I want to fuck you.' D.A. was thankful that they were the only ones in the gym, but he was starting to freak out. Just when he was about to say something (that probably would've made the situation worse) Arabella nailed the sandbag with an impressive left hook. The impact made the sandbag jump into his chest and forced him to take a step back, surprised by the power in her punch.

"Whoa, that... good one, ma'am." D.A. tried to ignore what he had just said and hoped that Arabella hadn't made the same connection that he'd made. Instead he focused on Arabella and her technique. She moved well, but not really like a boxer. Her punches lacked power too, except her left hook which made him take a step back every time.

Even though he tried to focus on her technique, he couldn't help but notice Arabella's breasts. Sometimes he would get a nice clear view down the front of her tank top. Her bra still covered them, but the quick glances of her cleavage did excite him and he could feel the blood rush down to his groin. He managed to keep it under some control though, his dick only semi-hard. It did give him a noticeable bulge in his pants, so when Arabella finished beating on the sandbag he remained positioned behind it while trying to calm himself down. He looked at the clock hanging on the wall above Sully's office and noted that it was close to 11:30 PM.

"So, what do you wanna do ma'am? Wanna keep going for a while? Otherwise I'm considering heading home and take a shower, my clothes are soaked right now and my arms feel like spaghetti. I could do some kicks, but... I'm not really that good at them, especially when wearing jeans." It was sorta true. D.A. was bad at kicks and thought it was even more difficult to do them while wearing jeans. If he really wanted to practice kicks he could just take them off, but he was not about to do that. Sure he was wearing underwear, plain black boxerbriefs, but in his current 'state' that was not going to happen.

 

[Ohia_Lehua]

"There was a prospect who swallowed a fly. I don't know why he swallowed a fly - let's hope he doesn't die!" The nursery rhyme about an old lady went something like that as she sang it when he lied about killing a fly in his mouth. Which was kind of gross and embarrassing in itself so she let it go. If admitting that he would rather eat flies then tell her what he was really going to say that was all him.

There's Halle Berry, she's really hot. Amy Smart, and there's also Mila Kunis. But at the top of the celebrity list is... uummmm... aw, man! I always forget her name, I saw her in a movie once, but I think she started out as a model... um, dark hair, a bunch of cool tattoos, she looks a lot like you.

Ari's eyebrows raised at that and she took a slight pause in hitting the sandbag. "A lot like me... If I didn't know any better." She teased with a wink turning her attention back to the bag. The fact that some tattooed Hollywood glamour queen that looked like her was on D.A.'s list didn't even register. So what if he wanted to lay with some chick that looked like her, it wasn't her so she didn't put any weight into it.

Whoa, that... good one, ma'am.

Without meaning to Ari beamed at the praise. "Thanks." She hit the bag a few more times before pausing. Her arms were getting tired and she rolled her shoulders. Still had loosened up a bit behind the bag and moved her feet under her in regard to where the bag when but she knew it couldn't be called anything more then 'trying' and only a smidgen on the 'decent' side of good. But she was still feeling good about her little workout and stepped away from the bag with a smile.

"I could work in a leg work out." Ari hadn't worked out in forever and there was a nice sweat that covered her body, the sleeveless union jack shirt sticking to her body in places. "I was thinking about this earlier tonight and since you kind of brought it up..." Heading towards the nearest bench Ari sat down and started unlacing her boot, pulling it off followed by her sock and then the next boot and sock. Standing up Ari unbuttoned her jeans, pulled the zipper down and pushed her jeans down her legs. White cotton with pastel colored stripes in a boy-short cut pantie was all that covered her lower region now and she bounced on the tips of her toes feeling free.

Approaching the sandbag again Ari kick out in a perfectly executed roundhouse kick that landed about chest high that rocked the free bag wildly. "Now this I can do." She smiled bouncing out of the way of the bag and to D.A.'s side. "Come on. You're turn." She nodded at his jeans. "Off with the pants." With quick hands Ari reached out and flicked the top button of his jeans open. "You going to leave me here the only one without pants?" She gave his jeans a final tug then walked away and ducked under the ropes of the old boxing ring and laughing smile on her lips.

 

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"I was thinking about this earlier tonight and since you kind of brought it up..."

D.A. didn't get it at first, but it became obvious when Arabella started taking off her boots. He was about to tell her to stop, but he couldn't speak. Did she really trust him that much? Hell, HE didn't trust himself that much. But even so he'd be lying if he said he didn't want to see. He knew that Arabella had nice legs, but he'd never seen them without pants on.

Arabella finally took her pants off. "Jesus Christ," D.A. thought. "Does this woman have any flaws at all?" If she did, D.A. couldn't find it. "She's a goddess. She can't be a mere mortal, no human can be that damn beautiful."

D.A. watched as Arabella jumped on her toes, her sexy ass moving a little with every jump. He swallowed hard when Arabella suddenly kicked the sandbag with a perfect roundhouse. The sandbag jumped violently and would've smashed into D.A. if he hadn't managed to take a quick step back.

"Now this I can do."

"Holy shit!" D.A. was stunned. That kick was awesome! He couldn't kick that hard to save his own life and he doubted that he had any punches that could match it. Not only were her legs beatiful, they were strong as well.

"Come on. You're turn." Arabella told D.A..

"Huh? What, kick it?" He turned to Arabella who was right in front of him.

"Off with the pants."

"WHAT!?" D.A. thought. "Is she kidding me!?" He was about to make an excuse when she suddenly reached out for his pants and flicked open the top button.

"You going to leave me here the only one without pants?" She gave his pants a quick tug before she turned to the ring. With her back turned D.A. quickly shoved his hand down his pants. He was rock-hard, but he knew that. He had to do something about it. He tried giving his dick a quick pinch, but it didn't help. Instead he tried to force his dick to stay by his thigh by rearranging his boxers so they would press it against his thigh. It worked. If he only moved carefully then maybe Arabella wouldn't notice.

D.A. got his hand out just before Arabella turned to him. D.A. awkwardly walked towards the ring, nervous as hell.

"Um, I don't think I should, ma'am. I... I'm a bit shy, ma'am." he said as he climbed through the ropes and into the ring with Arabella. He had forgotten to button his pants though and they slid down an inch or two, showing some of his underwear above his zipper.

 

[Ohia_Lehua]

Um, I don't think I should, ma'am. I... I'm a bit shy, ma'am.

Ari arched an eyebrow and stared down D.A.. "Weak prospect." But she smiled and let it go. Some people were shy about their body and it wasn't Ari's place to force them out of it. In the back of her mind she guessed if she played the patch card he would do it but that felt wasn't what she was all about.

But standing there the only one without pants did feel somewhat strange. She looked down at herself to make sure nothing was out of place and she wasn't flashing D.A.. Everything looked fine, true she was in her underwear but when it came down to the amount of skin showing her bath suit showed more and she didn't think the fabric of one thing over another made that much of a difference. And she still had her shirt on and it was long and covered almost of her underwear clad parts. So again it was showing less then poolside.

When D.A. got into the ring she flicked out with her leg and tapped him lightly with the top flat of her foot on his hip. "Some me some of your boxing moves and I'll trade every punch that you teach me for a kick." She offered showing off her flexibility and balance with a high kick that reached over her head and made a perfect line from floor to the tips of her toes. She had a huge smile on her face even though she could feel the pull in her leg muscles. Without having properly stretched before doing that she was ricking sore legs tomorrow.

That in mind Ari squatted on the balls of her feet, extending one leg then the next as she bent her body over. It had been a while since she had made of show out of kicking stuff and had gotten lazy in the knowledge that her club family was there to protect her. There was a time when she could do a right to left as well as a front to back full out splits. She doubted she could still do it but saw no harm in giving it a try later on when her legs were more warmed up.

"So what do you say?" She jumped up and put her hands up guarding her face as she circled around D.A.. "It's late and you can go home if you want. I won't hold it against you." She fainted with some mock punches dodging imaginary opponents. Ari was half way certain she looked a fool but she was having a good time and had hit her second wind and was full of energy.

 

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"Weak prospect." Arabella smiled at D.A.and didn't seem to notice what state he was in. He drew a sigh of relief, maybe he would be able to get through this night after all.

"Y-yeah, sorry about that." he said while scratching his head.

"Some me some of your boxing moves and I'll trade every punch that you teach me for a kick." Arabella made an impressive high kick which made D.A. whistle.

"Damn, I don't think I'll be able to do something like that, not without pulling a muscle."

Arabella suddenly started stretching her legs. He looked down at her, his eyes drawn to her sexy ass. He swallowed hard at the sight in front of him. Arabella down on the floor, her butt up in the air as she stretched her legs. If there had ever been any doubt in D.A.'s mind that he wanted her those doubts were long gone by now. He wanted her. He wanted her now. He wanted to rip off her panties and fuck her right there in the ring. He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to hold her tightly. He wanted to feel her legs crossed behind his back. He wanted to feel her squirm in his arms. He wanted to hear her moan in pleasure. He wanted to fuck her all night until the sun came up.

But he couldn't.

As much as he wanted to, he couldn't. Arabella hadn't shown any interest in him, and even if she had, it would still get him kicked out of Limitless. His feelings for Arabella would always be just that, feelings. It couldn't go any further.

"So what do you say?"

"Huh? What?" D.A. had been spacing out again.

"It's late and you can go home if you want. I won't hold it against you." D.A. watched as Arabella circled around him and fought invisible opponents. She looked adorable and D.A. couldn't help but smile. He realized that this was it, this was as close they were ever going to be. And he was OK with that. He would always want her from afar, and that would hurt him, but the thought of not having her in his life at all was worse.

"You know what?" D.A. said as he pulled his t-shirt over his head and threw it at the ropes. "You got yourself a deal, ma'am. I teach you some punches, you teach me some kicks."

D.A. started circling jokingly with Arabella as he threw some mock punches in the air, laughing while he did so. After a few seconds he stopped, beginning the lecture.

"We'll start with... I dunno, let's start with the uppercut. It's simple in theory, you come with the punch from below, like this." D.A. demonstrated the punch by throwing it in the air. "The difficult part is maintaining your guard so your opponent doesn't get a free shot at you. You wanna keep your other hand up by your jaw so you still protect it." D.A. demonstrated the punch a few times while Arabella tried to mirror it.

"That's pretty good ma'am, just a few minor things. Wait, I'll show you." D.A. positioned himself behind Arabella and grabbed her wrists. He also bent his knees so he could be at about the same height as her. "Now, you wanna do like this." He moved her arms with his hands, going through the motions. It worked well and Arabella seemed to get it.

D.A. looked down Arabella's back. He could see her butt right in front of his still rock-hard groin, but as long as he kept a bit of distance it would be OK. Her scent also aroused him, it was amazing that she could still smell so good even after working out.

"Now," he said while trying to remain calm, "you can also step into the punch by moving your foot forward, giving you some extra reach. We'll do it together, 1, 2, 3."

Just as D.A. moved his foot forward, his unbuttoned jeans fell down around his hips. To make things worse, Arabella wasn't prepared to take a step forward, which lead to D.A. pressing his hard cock up against her butt.

"Uh..." D.A. froze. He tried to say something, but couldn't. There was no explanation for this. Arabella must've known what was pressing against her ass. It couldn't be anything else.

D.A. didn't know how much time passed, but it felt like an eternity. He finally managed to let go of her and step away. "I... I'm... that...." he said while pulling up his pants. They didn't really cover anything right now as his dick made a huge tent in his pants.

"I'm... I'm sorry..." he finally managed to say, but still not knowing what to do about the situation.

 

[Ohia_Lehua]

Ari smiled brightly when D.A. agreed to teach her some punches for some kicks.

"Okay what's first?"

She listened and tried to do what he was saying but as she concentrated with the uppercut she knew that her guard hand kept dropping. D.A. demonstrated and she mirrored him as best as she could. The movement had a nice flow to it and Ari felt like she had a pretty good grasp on the technique but apparently not when D.A. stepped behind her to tweak her punch.

His hands felt warm and she could feel their heat through the thin cotton of her shirt. He repositioned himself behind her and guided her arms through the motions. The slight rotation of the of the hips with more of a follow through. "Okay yeah." She nodded going over in her mind the way it could feel.

Now you can also step into the punch by moving your foot forward, giving you some extra reach.

Ari looked down at her feet missing the second part of what D.A. said even thought she could feel his breath on the back of her neck. "Do I lead with the front foot or the-" She was in the middle of asking when D.A. stepped into her with a hard on pressed against her ass.

Without thought her body reacted and her ass tilted out and her back arched with a jolt. Her head twisting to the side to look back and over she shoulder. It seemed that D.A. had lost his pants along the way and was sport some serious wood. My, my, my... The voice inside her head purred. Is that for me? Her lips turned in a devilish grin, her eyes sparkled and her heart pounded in her ears.

Arabella nodded at is his apology waiting for him to shut up. But he's a prospect. Her mind reminded her as she took a step towards him. It was enough to stop her from taking another step but not enough to look away. "I think we can call it a night. I'll owe you that kick when your in a less vulnerable state." She winked turning and ducking out of the ring.

Ari dressed quickly her mind racing with what had just happened. D.A. got hard. Her assumption was it was due to her but there was nothing that backed up her thought other then her being the only on there. That didn't mean that he wasn't someplace else in him mind. She quickly replayed their conversation tonight. Was it her? And what was with her physical reaction when he bumped against her. Thrusting her ass out and arching her back. Had it been that long? But she knew the answer to the question and it had.

Well fuck doesn't this just make things all messed up? She sighed zipping up and buttoning her jeans.

Her sock and boots were quick to follow and she didn't bother on lacing them. "Have a good night Prospect." Ari waved sliding on her jacket and all but running from the sudden and surprising want in her body.

 

[Trucken]

D.A. didn't remember how he got home. He had a brief memory of Arabella leaving the gym, but after he pressed his dick against her it was mostly a blur. When he snapped out of it he found himself in his shower, fully clothed, leaning with his forehead against the cold tiles and his arms dangling straight down.. The water was running and he was soaked, his short clinging to him and his jeans feeling a lot heavier than usual. The water hitting his vest made little sounds.

His vest. He looked down at it. Was he going to have it for much longer? Probably not. How the fuck did he manage to fuck this up? He knew what was at stake and still he screwed it up. If only he'd stayed the hell away from her, instead of pressing his dick against her ass. Her nice, firm, sexy ass...

D.A. realized he was still rock-hard. It was starting to become painful. He hesitantly unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper. His wet underwear was clinging to his dick, hugging it. He pulled down his boxers a bit, exposing his cock. It was pointing up at the wall, covered with precum and water. Jesus, had he ever been this hard before?

He grabbed his cock and slowly started stroking it. His heart skipped a beat from the pleasure and he knew this wouldn't take long. He made slow strokes, all the way down to the base, and then all the way up to the head. He grit his teeth, trying to last a little longer. But then he got a vision of Arabella stretching in his head. Her smooth, strong legs and her sexy ass up in the air. The same ass that had been pressed against his dick. He remembered how good it felt and it became too much for him.

"Shit!" he screamed as he came, his sperm shooting out from his dick and down on the shower floor. His knees buckled and he fell down on all fours, gasping for air after that intense orgasm. He saw his semen mixing with the water and running down the drain, removing all evidence of it ever happening. He stared down at the floor for a while, and a sense of dread hit him. The sense that he was soon going to get kicked out of Limitless, that he would lose Arabella. That he would lose the two most important things in his life right now.

"FUUUUUUUUCK!!!" D.A. screamed as he smashed his fist into the wall, crushing the tile beneath it, the shards cutting his knuckles and fingers. "How can I be such a fucking idiot!? How can I screw things up so badly!? How can I... how..." His voice cracked and he started crying. He fell over on his side and curled up in the fetal position, his tears mixing with the water falling from above. The blood running from his right hand mixed with the water as well, making a red trail on the floor running down the drain.

It was after 1:00 AM when D.A. fell down naked in his bed. He normally didn't sleep in the nude, but he was too emotionally beat to look for a clean pair of underwear. He dreaded the next day. Limitless was going to have a meeting about their annual Summer Bash that was two weeks away. D.A. wasn't allowed to be a part of the meeting, prospects never were, but he still had to be there and serve the members drinks when the meeting was finished.

That is, if he didn't get kicked out right after the meeting. What if Arabella told them what had happened? He would be out before he knew it.

D.A. sighed while staring at the ceiling above his bed. He felt a small pain in his right hand and he lifted it up from the sheets. The cuts hadn't been too deep so he had simply cleaned them and taped his hand. Still hurt though.

D.A. didn't sleep well that night.

 

[Ohia_Lehua]

Ari broke speed limits going home, red light meant nothing to her as she flew through them. There was no one around and she sure as hell wasn't going to wait on a light to change if there was no one to wait on. Plus she felt the need to put space between her and the prospect.

What she was running from would say she didn't know but deep down she knew. Jack, on the Prospect was a tall handsome man with hard on for her. What a waste! Her body moaned as she turned off her bike and gas before using the fire escape to get to the second story of T.O.F.U.'s. The window was unlocked, why lock it? She knew what the ground level looked like. It was surrounded with motorcycles, trucks and old muscle cars. If someone was stupid enough to steal from this place then what was coming their was would be their fault and in the end she would get back her shit anyways.

The studio loft was chillingly cold and just the way she liked it but tonight it turned her stomach. Her body was on fire and the sudden 68 degrees shocked her system with goosebumps and shivers. A trail of clothes followed her from the window to the bathroom and Ari started a hot shower.

Steam filled the small bathroom as Ari washed the last of the soap off her body. She had used the hot bath to sort through her thoughts and bodily reactions. What it came down to was this, she needed to get laid and not from Ja- the Prospect. He wasn't the object of her desires just the match that lit the fire and the fire was any other man she could think of. It was also because she was vulnerable. Those two things did not directly point at the Prospect just his cock.

Ari felt comfortable that she had figured herself out and that there would be no further problems with her body or anything else. She was a big girl and this wasn't a problem.

As solid as she felt about setting her mind at ease when she fell asleep that night she dreamed of what would have happened had she stayed in the boxing ring and her body woke up wet and hot and in dire need of things she was trying very hard to ignore.

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By the time the meeting started to go over the Summer Bash, Arabella was in a foul mood and was taking it out on everyone. Her body felt hot and the bike ride from home to the club house had just stirred the embers into a healthy fire. She had tried to fix the problem by herself but nothing she had was what she wanted. She had tried a cold shower where she tried again but it didn't work and just got her pissy.

"Hey what's got your panties in a wad." Joked Clit when Ari walked into the club house with an angry frown.

"Fuck off Clit!" She snapped going straight to the bar and pouring herself a tall glass of jack. She didn't mix anything with it and Clit raised his eyebrows.

"You okay there Siren?"

Ari wanted to yell and shout and pick a fight but his voice was full of genuine concern that it dampened her mood to start shit. "Just didn't get any sleep and woke up with a kink in my neck." I was a full out lie but she wasn't going to tell him it was because she was horny and really needed to get herself some.

Pony walked in a few seconds after Ari and listened to the two of them talk. "You sure that's all it is?"

She knew what he thought it was and it shamed her that her sexual need presided over the loss of her parents. "No but I'll be okay. Promise." It was the truth this time but she felt worse having told a half truth then she did a full lie. She knew Pony would take it to mean her parents and she abandoned her drink on the bar and gave the old man a half hug.

"Hey do I get one of those? I care too." Clit pipped up witnessing the hug.

Ari gave him the finger and laughed feeling better despite the fact that her body still burned with want.

 

[Trucken]

It had been a long day for D.A.. After getting very little sleep he went to work at the local lumberyard. He usually enjoyed working there, but today was rough. He was tired, his hand shot pain through his arm every time he strained it and he couldn't stop thinking of Arabella. He had to meet her today, it was unavoidable. And it might be the last time he met her.

When work finally was over he rode to the Limitless clubhouse. He really didn't want to go, but he knew he had to. He took a longer route to get there, but considering that he lived in a pretty small town it didn't make a whole lot of difference. He arrived at the clubhouse about 10 minutes before the meeting started. He parked his bike next to the others. He counted them and noticed that there were a few missing, meaning that there were a few members missing. He also noticed that Arabellas was there.

"Shit." he muttered to himself. He got off his bike and walked over to the entrance to the clubhouse. He grabbed the handle but froze as he did so. He was nervous, if not down-right scared. Would this be the last time he entered the clubhouse? The last time he would wear his vest? The last time he would see Arabella?

D.A. took a couple of deep breaths to calm himself down. "Calm down Jack, it's only your life." he said to himself as he opened the door. The first one he saw as he went inside was Arabella. "Of course." he thought. "Hello, ma'am. Hey Pony." D.A. greeted the other members that were there and tried to act normal, but he kept glancing back at Arabella. He wasn't sure if anyone noticed, if they did they didn't tell him.

"Hey Prospect, we're dyin' of thirst over here!" Standing by the bar was Otis, a huge man with a long grey beard. He was the VP of Limitless and one of the older members along Rusty and Pony. Next to him was Dante, a skinny man with crazy eyes, and Norris, a short but very muscular guy who always seemed to be looking for a fight.

"Comin' right up." D.A. said as he got behind the bar. He pulled three beers out of the fridge and lined them up on the bar after he opened them. "Here you go Otis, Dante, Sir." Norris was one of the members that wanted D.A. to call him Sir, and D.A. wasn't going to challenge him on it. Even though D.A. was a lot taller than Norris he really didn't want to get in a fight with him as he knew he was strong as hell. Norris just grunted at D.A. after he got his beer.

The last members arrived after a few minutes. "OK, everybody, in the Courtroom now." Rusty said as he finished his beer. The Courtroom was where Limitless held their meetings. Noone remembered how it got that name, but it had stuck and now there was even a wooden sign above the doors to it that said 'Courtroom'.

"Hey Jack, while we're having the meeting I want you to sweep the floors out here." Rusty said to D.A..

"You got it Rusty." D.A. looked at the members as they were heading into the Courtroom. He saw Arabella and looked at her back. He wondered if she would tell the others and get him kicked out. He didn't know, and he couldn't really blame her if she did.

After the doors closed D.A. started sweeping the floors. His hand still hurt and he looked at the white tape on it. It reminded him of last night and he let out a heavy sigh.

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The Courtroom had a long table in the middle of it, big enough to seat 20 people. There was a shelf in one of the corners where they kept various important papers. The walls were covered with different photos and items, some had been given to them by other clubs.

Rusty was seated at the head of the table. To his left was his VP Otis, and to his right was Pony, the treasurer of Limitless. The other members were seated in their chairs.

"OK," Rusty said as he hit the table with a gavel, "Let's get this meeting started." The meeting went pretty smooth as they discussed various things concerning the Summer Bash, like hiring a sound system, booking bands, buying food and drinks to sell.

"So the stage out back is good to go?" Rusty asked Dante.

"It needs some work, the roof is leaking. But it's 2 days work, tops. Otherwise it's nothing wrong with it, the bands got nothing to worry about."

"OK, good. We need someone to mowe the grass on the field as well. Norris?"

"Not a problem, I've already talked with my boss and we can borrow the big riding lawn-mower we usually borrow." Norris replied.

"Great." Rusty made a pause after that, like he hesitated about what he was about to say next. "Now, the tournament..." There was a collective groan going through the room. "Alright, settle down. I know how you feel about the tournament..." Rusty was interrupted by Clit.

"Look, I don't mind watching some guys beating the shit out of each other, but the other clubs are always mocking us for not entering a fighter of our own, can't we just skip it this year?" Many of the members agreed with Clit, but Rusty slammed his hand on the table to get their attention. The room became silent as everyone looked at Rusty.

"The bare-knuckle boxing tournament has always been a part of the Summer Bash and I will under no circumstances cancel it. Is that clear?" The other members nodded in silence. "Now I know we don't have anyone in here that wants to enter, so unless someone decides to step up to the plate I wan't you to shut up and quit bitching."

 

[Ohia_Lehua]

Arabella didn't say anything to D.A. as he walked in and greeted her. Her foul mood was back in the blink of an eye. It was his fault she was in this mood. She wanted to scream and shout it at him but chose instead to ignore him like she was her body's wants, which she wasn't going so good at so she put extra effort in ignoring the prospect.

She did notice that his hand was bound in white tape and she watched out of the corner of her eye. Okay so she wasn't doing so good of a job ignoring D.A. either but she felt concerned for him. When did he hurt his hand? She couldn't recall him hitting something last night that would have hurt his hand. The sand bag sure but they both had gloves on when they did that. In the ring maybe? No, it couldn't have been then because they had been working on kicks and when they did get around to the uppercut...

Ari's face caught on fire and her body burned with a greater need. "Thanks." Ari couldn't help but growl at D.A. as she stormed past him and to the Courtroom. Sure Rusty hadn't called for the meeting yet but she had to get away or at least out of the room before she did something stupid.

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Oh sure Siren was listening to the meeting. Blah-blah-fucking-la-di-fucking-blah. See nearly word for word.

Everyone who knew Ari knew something was up and was smart enough to leave her alone as she worked it out on her own. She was deadly accurate with those throwing knives she had hidden on her somewhere and no one wanted to bleed today.

Rusty slammed his hand on the table and it made Ari jump a foot in the air. The room was silent and everyone was looking at Rusty. Ari had no fucking idea what was going on and turned her attention to the Pres as well.

"The bare-knuckle boxing tournament has always been a part of the Summer Bash and I will under no circumstances cancel it. Is that clear?"

This old fight again? Every year they had this fight about not running the boxing match and every year Rusty got more and more touchy about it. Ari figured it was because he was tired of getting ass about it from the other clubs.

"Now I know we don't have anyone in here that wants to enter, so unless someone decides to step up to the plate I wan't you to shut up and quit bitching."

Ari was shaking her head no and spoke up without meaning to. "Make the Prospect do it."

All eyes were on her now and Rusty folded his arms over his chest waiting for her to continue.

"D.A.." She went on regretting her lack of focus or control today. "He boxes or used to. Still does I guess if you count the personal training he does at Sully's boxing." She lifted her shoulders in a lazy shrug.

"How do you know this?" Rusty asked narrowing his eyes at her.

"Went to Sully's and worked out." She answered as everyone relaxed and all started talking at once.

Ari wasn't sure if they heard what she had said because from what she was picking up from the three or four conversations that were going on she had somehow became this boxing know it all.

Rusty let the full patch members talk it out for a few minutes before he told everyone to shut up. Everyone was instantly quite.

"Seeing as this is your idea, Siren,' He stressed the girl's name to make himself clear to her. "You're in charge of making sure D.A. wins this tournament, you got me?"

"Wha! Wait a minute!" Ari jumped to her feet waving the responsibility away. "He's not my Prospect!" She was in a bad enough mood that picking a fight with Rusty even sounded like a good idea. "Last time I checked-" Ari started pointing her finger at Rusty.

"Last time I checked-!" Rusty bellowed over Ari's voice. "You did whatever the fuck I say. Has that changed here that I am unaware of?" His voice dropped to a dangerously low tone and everyone sat back in their seats wanting no part of this fight.

"No, but-" Ari was realizing what a bad idea this had been and dropped her hand to her side and sunk into her chair.

"Fuck your but and just do what I say. No questions asked and no fucking PMS girl shit. You hear me Siren?"

"Yes Rusty." She tucked her chin to her chest and felt like a child that had just been yelled at by their Dad in front of all their friends. It shamed her and just added to her bad mood.

"Now that we got us a contender Clit can stop his bitching and we can get on with this here meeting."

Ari was just as involved with the rest of the meeting as she had been with the start of it. She had gone and opened her mouth and Rusty had made her swallow her word and heel. God it was so embarrassing but no one said a thing when the meeting was over. At least not to her.

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"Prospect." Ari called out as she made her way towards him. "You're in the Summer Bash bare-knuckle boxing tournament." She informed him. "I've been given the pleasure of making sure you win and kick everyone else's ass." The way she said the work pleasure told D.A. about her feelings at being put in charge of this task. "So write me out your schedule so I can work my to fit yours because you're going to make Sully's your second home." She ran her hand through her hair in a irritated gesture. "When you're not at work or at the club house doing chores I want you at Sully's. Find a way to fit sleeping and eating and all that crap when I'm done with you."

It wasn't fair to be so mean to the prospect but she was cranky and the idea of spending more time at Sully's alone with him wasn't her cup of tea. She also realized that this was the first time that she was being mean to him. Her closed off body language and her tone of voice was short and gruff. It was hard but Ari had to take a deep breath and convince herself that it wasn't D.A.'s fault she was horny.

"Look." She sighed letting her arms fall to her side. "We haven't had anyone in the club fight for us the entire time I've been part of it. This is kind of a big deal and I just want you to do the best that you can." Ari voice was softer and closer to normal then it had been before. "I'll try and do my research about boxing and we'll find time to tweak your bike because I said I would help." She looked at her watch. "Tell me when you're done here and I'll call off work and we can head over to Sully's, okay?"

Ari hadn't really given D.A. a chance to voice his opinion about being thrown into the fight and she was giving him an out right now if he wanted it. It wasn't much of an out but she would take the blunt of Rusty's anger if he didn't want to participate. After all it had been her mouth that had tossed him in the middle of this and it was his right to pass on it.

 

[Trucken]

D.A. was wiping off the bar when the meeting ended. He looked at the members as they left the Courtroom, looking for Rusty. When he came out he headed straight towards D.A..

"Well, fuck." he said to himself as his shoulders dropped. This was it. He was out.

"Hey Jack!" Rusty said as he leaned against the bar.

"Yeah Rusty?" D.A. didn't even look at Rusty.

"Get me a beer, then wipe off the table over there, it looks like shit."

D.A. suddenly looked at Rusty, surprised.

"Wait, what?" D.A. just stared at Rusty who looked at him, one of his eyebrows raised.

"Get me a beer then wipe off that table. You gone deaf?"

D.A. couldn't believe it. He was still a prospect? He wasn't getting kicked out? How the fuck was this possible?

"Uh, sure Rusty, hold on a sec." D.A. opened a beer from the fridge and handed it to Rusty. He grabbed a rag from the sink and went over to the dirty table, still confused about what had just happened.

"How the fuck am I still in? Are they fucking with me? I should be out by now, it was one of the first things Rusty told me. This doesn't make any sense, she must've told..."

D.A. stopped wiping the table. He stared blankly at the wall behind the table, just realizing what was going on.

"She... she didn't. She didn't tell them. Why didn't she..."

"Prospect." D.A. jumped from the very familiar voice behind him. He spun around quickly and was more or less at attention.

"Y-yeah? Ma'am?"

"You're in the Summer Bash bare-knuckle boxing tournament. I've been given the pleasure of making sure you win and kick everyone else's ass. So write me out your schedule so I can work my to fit yours because you're going to make Sully's your second home. When you're not at work or at the club house doing chores I want you at Sully's. Find a way to fit sleeping and eating and all that crap when I'm done with you."

"Shit, she's pissed as fuck." D.A. thought to himself. It was very clear that Arabella didn't want to train him and it also seemed that she was mad at him. D.A. couldn't really blame her though.

Wait, the tournament? D.A. was entered in the tournament? He hadn't fought for at least 3 years, and that was with gloves and helmet, now he was going to fight bare-knuckled!?

"Look." Arabella suddenly said, her tone closer to normal now. "We haven't had anyone in the club fight for us the entire time I've been part of it. This is kind of a big deal and I just want you to do the best that you can. I'll try and do my research about boxing and we'll find time to tweak your bike because I said I would help. Tell me when you're done here and I'll call off work and we can head over to Sully's, okay?"

D.A. hesitated about this. Spending more time with Arabella seemed like a very bad idea, especially after what happened last night. Plus he wasn't sure about fighting again, he had been pretty crap at boxing a few years earlier, would he really be any better now?

But if the club said he would enter then he better damn well enter. Sure, they couldn't force him, but it would most likely piss off a lot of members which would hurt his chances of getting voted in.

Also, spending time with Arabella might give him a chance to make up for what he did. He didn't know how, but he would try.

"I'll... I'll be ready to go in about 20, ma'am."

D.A. turned to the table again, wiping off the last stains.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Two weeks later ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

D.A.'s alarm clock woke him up at 6:40 AM. In his confused state he reached for it and after a few seconds of searching he managed to find the button to turn it off. He let out a big yawn and stretched his entire body, lying on only his shoulders and feet. He felt a familiar sensation in his crotch and opened his eyes, blinking rapidly to adjust to the light. He was pitching a tent in his boxers. He sighed, annoyed.

"Really, again? Are you fucking kidding me?" he said to, well, his dick. This had been the story every morning for over a week now and it was starting to get annoying.

D.A. got out of bed and headed towards the bathroom, muttering under his breath.

"Arabella... doesn't she have any fucking clue what she's doing to me? Fucking bi-*" D.A. stopped himself. No, Arabella wasn't a bitch, but she had made the past two weeks very difficult for D.A.. She had still been nice to him, even though she had seemed a bit tense around him. The problem was something else.

It had all started out OK, Arabella was making him train hard and had put together a good schedule. Heck, she even managed to convince some guys at the gym to spar with him. And when they were finished at the gym they went back to the clubhouse to work on his bike. He didn't have a whole lot of time to himself, but he was expecting that.

What he didn't expect, however, was the outfits Arabella would start wearing to the gym after a few days. One day she suddenly showed up wearing nothing but a pair of very short, very tight spandex shorts and a sports bra. D.A. had dropped the dumbbells he was using when he saw her and very obviously stared at her. As if that wasn't bad enough, she had started doing yoga while he was working out. Every day as he was lifting weights or running on the treadmill he could see her in her tight and revealing clothes, bending her body and giving him a great view of her ass and cleavage. He wasn't the only one who noticed it though as there was suddenly a huge increase of people at the gym who, coincidentally, worked out the same hours as D.A. and Arabella did. D.A. was certain that T.O.F.U.'s business had increased dramatically as well.

As if that wasn't bad enough he also noticed that she rarely wore a bra these
days. This became obvious when they worked on his bike and he one day noticed her nipples pressing against her shirt. And the few days she actually wore a bra it always seemed to be a bit too small. How did he know that? Because she somehow always managed to lean forward in front of him when she was going to show him something on the bike and gave him a nice clear view down her shirt. To say that D.A. mostly sported wood when he was around Arabella would be an understatement.

D.A. was frustrated. For nearly two weeks he had been subjected to this, and he was horny as hell. He wanted to fuck something or masturbate, it didn't matter, but he had always been told by his old coach that when you're preparing for a fight you should never have sex or get release in any way. D.A. didn't know if it would make any difference, but he was definitely more aggressive right now than he had probably ever been. When the bell rang tomorrow night he would without a doubt be prepared.

D.A. got dressed and left his apartment. His bike was parked just outside the building and he hopped on it and headed straight for the club house. He normally worked on fridays but had taken today off to help prepare for the bash tomorrow. Some of the members had been working for days, but D.A. and Arabella had been spared from it so they could focus on his training.

 

[Ohia_Lehua]

One of the first things Arabella did was get the copies of the Summer Bash fights. She didn't know what she was doing and she went to Sully for help. He looked over the tapes with her and helped her set up a work out plan that'll help D.A. in his fight against these people. He was also kind enough to get a few of the other guys that worked out at his gym to help spar with D.A.. On her own time Ari read books, surfed the internet and watched the boxing matches on tv to better understand the game. She believed she had a pretty good grasp on the game and it had only taken the first few days.

She was well behaved these days because her mind was busy learning about techniques and watching to see what D.A.'s strengths were and how he could use them against his opponents' weaknesses. Her And Sully stood around the rig and they tweaked D.A. here and there but when Sully though he had everything down he suggest that she just work on D.A.'s stamina and strength. It was mindless work and Ari hated to admit she was getting bored, which was leading to a mind that started to drift and focus on other things. Like D.A.'s body and they way his muscles rippled when he lifted weights or how his clothes clung to his sweat drenched body.

Needless to say Ari was going home each night and "spending time with herself" but it wasn't helping. She wanted more and her body started to rebel against her. It was too long after that, that something in her mind snapped and she found herself wearing the tightest, smallest pair of spandex shorts she owned to the gym with nothing but a matching tight sports bra. The outfit left little to the imagination and she set up shop to do her yoga, which she was rather new to, and 'worked out'. No mater what she told herself she knew that her work outs were more for D.A.'s visual pleasure then whatever it was that yoga could possibility offer.

The truth was she wanted D.A. as riled up as she was sexually as she was. It wasn't fair what she was doing to D.A. but it made her feel good knowing that his eyes were on her body as she stretched and worked out with what was at Sully's. As mean as she knew she was being she started to go braless when she wore her tank tops and when she did wear a shirt that was see through she knew her bras were too small and barely held her breasts in their cups and threatened to spill them with every one of her movements. They never did but she liked they way they pushed and spilled out of her bar and only covered her nipples.

Tomorrow was the Summer Bash and Arabella stepped out of the shower panting. She had run out of batteries but it didn't matter, nothing she had was good enough or what she wanted but it did help in keeping her from jumping D.A. when they were together. There was something about seeing him hard for her that got her body warm and wet. It was crazy how one dick bump could get her going like this but it was what started all this. Sure she had thought that D.A. was attractive but he was a Prospect and it was frowned upon. But she was a big girl and could see past his good looks, strong and tall body and just see him as a friend. It was hard at first but she was able to ignore her guttered thoughts and made him a friend, that was until she knew how she felt about her.

She quickly dressed and used the fire exit to get downstairs. Today would be an easy day for D.A., she didn't want to work him too hard and him be tired for the fight but she didn't know what to do. She was getting tired Sully's and the crowd that was always there now. She hopped on her bike and raced over to the club house, she was running a little late today having been unable to get her's and lingering to try to climax. Maybe they could just help the club where they needed it or if D.A. had an idea they could do that.

 

[Trucken]

D.A. arrived at the club house just a few minutes after he left home. Most of the bikes seemed to be there already and he could hear the other members working on the other side of the club house. He parked his bike and walked around to the back. The field, which was usually covered in tall grass, now looked like it could house a small festival. The stage had some people on it setting up the speakers and lighting. D.A. didn't recognize them, but he guessed that it was them they hired the equipment from. There were two large tents raised on the field which would serve as beer tents, and in the far corner of the field was an area where the visiting clubs could park their bikes and set up their tents.

D.A. stood next to the stage and noticed Dante working on the roof.

"Hey Dante, need any help?" D.A. shouted at him. Dante looked down when he heard him and gave him a quick wave.

"Nah, it's cool Prospect, I got this. Go and talk to Veteran, he knows what needs to be done. He's over by the first beer tent."

D.A. gave Dante a quick thumbs up and walked over to the beer tent. Veteran was good at organizing and was usually the one that gave orders when they prepared for the Summer Bash. Despite his nickname he had never been in a war and wasn't even that old. He was just in his early forties and had gotten the nickname Veteran because he was a veterinarian. He was also one of the more normal-looking members in Limitless, with short hair that was starting to grey and being of average height and build.

"Hey Veteran, got anything for me?" D.A. said when he found him. Veteran was looking at a checklist when he Heard D.A.'s voice.

"Hey D.A., how are you?"

"I'm fine." D.A. gave a quick thumbs up while he said it.

"Good to hear." Veteran replied and looked at his checklist. "Now let's see... ah, here's something. You know that we usually have a bar and grill just outside the bar? You can start setting up the tables there, and when you're done with that you can set up the grills and the refrigerators for the drinks. All that stuff is in the storeroom between the bar and the Courtroom."

"You got it Veteran, see you later." D.A. turned and started walking over to the club house. He got a pretty easy job, probably because they wanted him to be prepared for tomorrow. He didn't mind doing it alone either, it would give him some time to clear his head.

"Hey, D.A.!" He heard Veteran behind him. "I'll send over Ari when she gets here to help you."

"Oh for fucks sake." D.A. muttered to himself. He gave Veteran a quick wave over his shoulder. He knew Veteran meant well, but he didn't know how the past 2 weeks had been for D.A.. He had really hoped that he would be able to put some distance between himself and Arabella today so he could try to focus mentally on the tournament tomorrow. But, appearantly, it wasn't meant to be. Most likely it would be another day of sexual frustration.

D.A. walked through the bar and opened the door to the storeroom. It was filled with tables, grills, refrigerators and other stuff. He sighed when he looked at it. What had started out as an easy job now felt like it was going to take forever now that he would be doing this with Arabella. He sighed again and grabbed one of the folded-up tables and started carrying it outside.