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You heaved a sigh as you adjusted your duffel bag onto your shoulder. This was it. You had just moved to Pennsylvania to train with Frankie Brite. It was nerve wracking though, you were for certain going to be the only woman there. You square your shoulders and open the door, stepping inside. Just as you suspected there was a range of men working out, fighting in the rings that were set up, and even one man in the corner who was reading a magazine. All eyes seemed to turn to you as soon as you stepped inside. You weren't sure if it was your pheromones or what, something screamed "Girl!" to these men and they looked up. You keep moving and walk up to the guy with the magazine.
"Hey, um, I'm here to see Frankie." you say. The man glances up at you then back to his magazine.
"Sorry, doll, the beauty contest isn't here." he says dismissively.
"Haha, very funny. No, I'm here for Frankie. I talked to him on the phone. He's gonna train me." you say, plopping your duffel down.
"I seriously doubt that. What does he want with you?"
"Hey, sweetheart, you lost?" another man asked, popping out of the ring.
"No, I'm not, sweetheart." you spit back.
"Well Frankie ain't here." the man with the magazine replied as the other man stepped down close to you.
"What do you think you're doing here?"
"Frankie pulled me from Jersey to train with him. I'm number one fighter in my city, never lost a match." you say quite proudly, and the man scoffs at you.
"Number one for a female maybe."
"Bet I could kick your ass-"
He gives you a look that says 'That's cute' and before you can even raise your fist a firm hand grabs your arm.
"You better let go of me before I-" you turn to see who has a hold on you. He was handsome, cropped hair and scruffy.
"Hey, hey, what's going on over here?" an old man you recognized waddled up to where you were standing.
"Wow, Mr. McDonnen, I didn't know you'd be here. I've followed your entire career, it's honestly what got me into it." you light up upon seeing one of your heroes. He waves you off, being modest.
"BJ let her go." he says. The handsome man, BJ, drops your hand. You give him a look out of the corner of your eye.
"This is my son, BJ. What are you here for?" McDonnen asks.
"Like I was telling them, I'm here for Frankie. There's a match in three weeks he was gonna train me for. It's important." you tell him. BJ laughs.
"Sorry, hon, he's not here." McDonnen shrugs. You let out a groan of frustration.
"I spoke to him on the phone. I literally moved here for this." you say.
"Yeah, Frankie doesn't do much hands on here. But y'know what, I got someone even better." McDonnen says with a glint in his eyes. You nearly swell, thinking that he meant himself. What a dream it would be to be trained by your hero. He claps a hand on his son's shoulder. "My son BJ. He's great. He trained me, and I'm certain he can do the same for you."
"Dad, I don't-"
"C'mon son, she's a fan." he replies. BJ rolls his eyes.
"Nah, he doesn't want to do it, that's fine," you reply, picking up your duffel bag. "It was an honor to meet you, Kid."
You reach out and shake his hand, then hitch your bag up onto your shoulder and walk out. You make it almost to your car before you hear someone calling behind you. You turn and BJ is walking in big strides up to you. You open your car door and shove your bag inside.
"What do you want?" you ask.
"Look, I'm sorry. I can tell this is really important to you and I'd love to train you."
"You sure? I mean training a girl is pretty embarrassing." you take the dig at yourself just to prove a point.
"This ain't even my full-time gig, alright? I'm doing it as a favor to my father." he explains.
"Fine. I guess we can do a trial run." you reply.
"Great, be here tomorrow 6 am." he tells you, offering his hand. You take it somewhat reluctantly and give it a quick shake. He grins boyishly at you before turning around and heading back to the gym.
The next morning you come in early like he said and he was already waiting for you.
"Morning, teach." you say, dropping your duffel where BJ was standing looking amused. The men that were there were already eyeing you.
"Let's get started." he tells you.
After running through warm up drills, he had you jump rope while he asked you questions.
"Do we really need to do the personal thing right now? I'm trying to focus." you breathe through your jumps.
"Yeah, BJ let her keep bouncing." a guy snickered from behind you. You stop and whip around.
"Excuse you?" you yell. BJ immediately stands in front of you, blocking you from attacking the guy. You drop the rope and wipe the sweat from your forehead.
"Shut up and stop staring at her." he tells the guy. He turns to you; you were craning your neck to look at who had said it. BJ turns around and grabs your face. "Hey, don't look at them, look at me. Don't worry about them. Let's keep pushing, c'mon."
"Come on, left, left, try again," BJ says. "Fix your stance, c'mon, attagirl. Keep pushing, let's go. Left, you're weak on that side. Try again."
You drop your hand and breathe heavily, turning around. It was a week and a half into training with BJ and you had to say, he was the toughest yet nicest trainer you've ever had. He ran you ragged, but he was so encouraging, actively making you want to be better just to hear his praise. You had ended up moving your training to after the gym closed, having gotten into a fight with one of the men who grabbed your ass while you were bent over. It was the first time BJ saw you fight for real and he wasn't ashamed to admit he let you get quite a few punches in before nearly throwing you over his shoulder.
Frankie agreed to let you keep training, because you were making such progress, but in order to keep you safe from harassment and to keep the men from having their teeth knocked out by you, he allowed you to train after hours.
"I need a break."
"Alright." he concedes, letting you sit down and chug water. He sits next to you, leaning his elbows on his knees. "You're doing great."
"Thank you." you reply. You knew you were. Truth be told, BJ was just a formality. You knew you could do it, but at this point you need his praise to continue. Every time he said "Attagirl" it lit a fire in you like no other. Not only that, you just liked looking at him. He was cute and you blushed every time one of your remarks made him do that crinkly eye smile. It was wrong though; you knew he had a kid, and you weren't quite sure what the wife situation was.
Still, it didn't stop you from thinking about him when you were in the shower after practice.
BJ arranged a match for you, just for giggles, to show off what you can do. It was a week before the big fight, and you felt more prepared than ever. This should be no problem. The girl you were fighting was squat, similar weight class obviously, but she held her weight so differently. You were a little nervous and looked to BJ for support.
"Hey, listen to me, you got this. She's a boulder, but you just gotta stay light, stay moving you got me?" he put his hands on your shoulders. You were dizzy from the contact. He was so close you could smell his cologne. You just wanted to lean forward and bury your face in his neck. You nod, and smile when you get the "Attagirl" you were looking for. Damn near high from his attention you get into the ring.
You can hear BJ praising you and it pushes you harder. You were getting tired, round after round, but hearing him say "Attagirl" brought you back to life. In the final round, you were feeling pretty good. It only took a second when you danced around your opponent, you were facing BJ and glanced over to him. You couldn't help it; your eyes were just drawn to him. Your opponent lands several punches and brings you down in a second, much to the displeasure of the crowd. The ref calls it and BJ is by your side in a second.
"I'm sorry." you say both to him and yourself as you were humiliated you let this happen.
"Hey, no worries, don't be sorry. You did good." he helps you out of the ring and makes sure you're okay, before letting you shower and change.
BJ watches you go and his dad, who had been watching the whole time, walks up beside him.
"You know why she lost right?"
"She just got distracted. I don't know. It happens." BJ reasons.
"You noticed how every time you praised her, she won the round? She got distracted by you, son. Right before she got knocked out, she was looking at you. I saw it." his dad smiles wryly at him. BJ looks at him like "You can't be serious."
"She likes you, son." Kid claps him on the shoulder then walks off to talk to some of the other people in the crowd. BJ just stares off toward the locker room, wondering if it was true.
The next day, you were already training before BJ even came in. You were so pissed at yourself for losing, so you were pushing yourself extremely hard.
"Hey, how you feeling?" BJ asks, leaning up against one of the pillars.
"I'm fine." you reply, hitting the bag three times in quick succession.
"Can you stop for a minute and talk to me?"
"You can talk. I'll listen."
He lets out a deep sigh. "I know why you lost."
This stops you. You turn around and take your gloves off.
"And why's that?"
"You got distracted by something. My dad saw it."
"What exactly did he see?" you challenge him. He rubs the back of his neck shyly.
"That you did better when you were closer to me, and when you saw me for that split second it distracted you." he shrugs.
"Are you trying to tell me you think I got knocked out because I was looking at you?"
"Yeah. My dad made a good point. You won when you could hear me, like when you got closer, and when you spun in that last round, you saw me and got distracted."
You stare at him, damn near ready to throw a punch at his stupid pretty face. You just roll your eyes and sigh.
"Maybe you did distract me," you turn around and start taking the wrap off your hands. You were done for tonight, "Your stupid cute face distracted me." you grumble.
"My what? What did you say?"
"I said you stupid fucking cute face distracted me! Alright!? Is that what you want to hear?" you were in his face.
"I feel like that's supposed to be a compliment, but you seem really mad." was all he could manage to say.
"Yeah, I'm mad. You wanna know why? I have never lost a match. Not one. I've tied, but I've never outright lost. And I come here and I lose my first match," you scoff. "All because you got in my head."
He can't help but smirk. "I got in your head, huh? And what am I doing in that pretty little head of yours?"
You blush furiously as he takes a step toward you, that stupid smirk on his face. You want to punch him.
"I just... I really like it when you praise me. Out of all the trainers I've had you're probably the best at it."
"Probably cause I'm the hottest trainer you've had, amiright sweetheart?" he asks, grinning his ass off cause he knows the answer. He's walking toward you and you step back until your back hits a pillar and you can't move. He places an arm above your head and leans into you, "You like it when I praise you, good girl?"
"BJ-"
"Shh, I asked you a question, sweetheart. You wanna be a good girl for me?" he asks. You blush and look away from him. "I'm gonna go in the locker room. Join me, princess." he squeezes your chin briefly before shoving his hands in his pockets and heading off toward the locker room. You watch him go and stand for what seems like an eternity before finally getting your legs to work. You walk slowly to the locker room and find BJ stretched out on one of the benches.
"BJ." you say his name as a statement, not quite sure what you were going to follow it up with.
"Get in the shower." he tells you, not looking up from his spot on the bench. You look to the showers then back at BJ who was humming to himself. You're not sure why, but you find yourself stripping and folding your clothes on top of your bag. You switch to your shower shoes and grab your toiletry case, turning your head to see if BJ was looking. He was still reclined with his eyes closed. You walk into the shower, which was fairly nice for a gym, and turn the water on. You stand underneath it and place your case on the shelf provided. You let out a shaky breath and start your shower routine, washing your face then moving onto your hair. As you were scrubbing down your legs you hear the curtain rings sliding against the rod and you want to be surprised, but you're not. You let the water wash the soap off your legs as BJ comes up behind you. His hands go tentatively to your hips; his lips to your shoulder.
"Don't say anything. If you want me to continue, turn around. If not stay where you are and I'll go." he murmurs against your shoulder. You let out another ragged breath and find yourself turning around slowly. He's grinning from ear to ear. His hand comes up to cup your cheek.
"That's my girl, c'mere." he pulls you into a deep kiss. His chest was bare, but you notice when you step into him that he's still wearing his shorts and shoes. You look down and then up at him questioningly. "I really wasn't planning for this." he explains. He pushes you against the shower wall then kisses you roughly, massaging your breasts with his hands as he continues down your body, licking the water off. He squats between you and spreads your legs for better access to your mound. He spreads you open with his fingers and licks at your clit gently. You moan loudly unable to help yourself as his tongue massages you. Your hands reach for his shoulders as your legs start to shake. His arms come up under your thighs. He continues to lick you out until you're nearly sobbing in his arms. He gets you to cum and you're gasping for breath. BJ doesn't give you a chance to recover as he stands up, hands still under your thighs, and slides inside you easily.
He must have freed himself when he was eating you out. You cling to him, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck. His lips meet yours as he begins to thrust. He wastes no time in setting a harsh rhythm, fucking you hard into the shower wall. You didn't see his cock, but by the way he was stretching you, you could tell he was well endowed.
"That's my good girl, moan for me." he tells you. You gasp and moan his name along with a few curses. He chuckles, "Attagirl, you like that don't you?"
"Jesus Christ, BJ..." you rasp.
"I bet you were already wet for me. Bet I coulda bent you over the ring and just taken you. What do you think?" he smirks. You don't answer, just moan as his thrusts hit a particular sweet spot that you weren't sure had ever been touched. "You ever touch yourself thinking about me in here?"
"Oh god, BJ, yes, yes..." you admit. He had been the subject of your fantasies for the past almost month. Suddenly, he sets your legs down and keeps you pressed against the wall while he shuts off the water. He leads you out of the shower and has you kneel on the bench where he already draped a towel over it. You kneel, pushing your ass up for him to take you from behind. BJ pushes into you again, grabbing your hips with his hands and thrusting sharply. You curse at the sensation, letting out a little moan as your face presses against the towel covered bench. He thrusts hard into you.
"You're so good at taking my cock," he groans, you whine in response. "I know, sweetheart, I know."
"Feels so good..." you moan out. BJ smacks your ass hard, and you whimper. He's murmuring soothing things as he pounds into you, mostly about what a good girl you are and how good you feel around him. He pulls out and steps sideways to move in front of you. He sits down and you get up.
"Get on your knees. Right between my legs, fold that towel down first, attagirl." he directs you. Once the towel is folded and you're on your knees in front of him, he takes your still wet hair in one fist and directs you to his cock. You finally get a proper look at it. He's thick, circumcised, with a thick vein running up the underside.
"Fuck." you can't help yourself.
"Put your mouth on it, sweetheart." he encourages. You lean forward and tentatively lick his tip, rolling your tongue over it. He hisses as you wrap your lips around him, the head disappearing into your mouth as your tongue massages underneath. "That's it, keep going. Oh, you look so good like this."
He had pushed his shorts, which were soaking wet, to his ankles, giving you access to all of him. You pull off of him, using your hand to stroke him. You look into his eyes.
"You want to cum down my throat?" you ask. His eyes widen at temporarily at the prospect.
"Yeah, sweetheart, you gonna swallow for me? Such a good girl, know exactly what I want." he eyes you as you continue to stroke him and lean down to lick over his balls, sucking each into your mouth and letting them roll around your tongue. You pull up, feeling his dick twitch in your hand and slip your mouth over him. You use your hand to guide your mouth with each dip of your head. "Attagirl, fuck."
You moan around him, loving each word of praise that dropped from his lips. His breathing gets more labored and he squeezes your shoulder signaling his release. He came quick and hot down your throat. You swallow it down easily and sit back on your heels.
"Let's get cleaned up and I'll take you home." he says, caressing your face. You lean into it. "You were so good, my good girl."