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  Elsie can’t wait to tell John.

  Hey Mountain Man, busy? she texts him.

  Nope, Angel,just working out and thinking about you

  That makes Elsie smile and her heart flutter.

  I’m starting the Under The Dome gig tomorrow, I’m so psyched! She squeals as she types in the words.

  Congratulations Dollface! We need to celebrate

  Sounds wonderful, anything in mind?

  Heat and trembling course through her body, as erotic thoughts fill her mind. She knows that anything is possible with him, and the idea makes her loins clench.

  Lol, oh, yes, lots, Angel. I think you’re ready. Friday night, after work, you come home with us. A celebratory night of ‘activities’. ;) Tonight, I’m taking you someplace after we finish at the gym.

  You two do know how to make a girl ‘celebrate’.

  You ain’t seen nothing yet, Angel. ;)

  Later then.

  Can’t wait!

  Elsie sets the phone down and stares at the screen, re-reading the words over and over again, each time she does, it takes her breath away. She collapses back across her bed and hugs herself, trying to imagine what might be in store for her on Friday night.

  These two men obviously have skills she’s never imagined before. She’s read books and watched videos to quench her curiosity. All they did was heighten her desire for more. She’s fantasized, for so long, about a man who she could submit to, someone who could fulfill this hunger inside of her, a man who would take her and know what she needs, and give it to her. She’s not sure what she needs, she just knows she’s never gotten it. Not until now. John and Brian have whispered to her with their bodies, their mouths, their hands, that they know what she needs and they have every intention of giving it to her. She’s already gotten a delicious taste.

  It’s been a long time since she cut herself, but there are still days when she has the desire to do it again. There is a certain feeling that she gets when the blade slices through her skin. The stinging pain is almost euphoric, heady and intoxicating. Sure, it started out from self-loathing and disgust, but it gives her something that nothing else can. Like a drug seeping through her, setting her on fire. Cutting was her heroin, and once an addict always an addict, whether she picks up the blade or not. When the desire to cut becomes really strong, she will lie on her back and run her fingers across the naked scars along her flesh, and remember the feeling. That got her through her withdrawal period, till she started to want it less and less. She may not cut herself anymore, but it’s always lingering in the back of her mind, like her own personal ghost, that still haunts her.

  Maybe this is what she yearns for, this feeling she’s missing from not cutting. Maybe this is why she was never truly satisfied with any other man before, not that there were so many. Maybe this is why she finally gave in to being with John and Brian, having two men at the same time. It wasn’t perverted with them, she didn’t feel like a whore, like she had always envisioned it would be with two men. On the contrary, it was beautiful, they made her feel beautiful, adored, wanted, and sexy. They made her believe that they wanted to pleasure her beyond what she could have ever hoped for.

  They saw her scars and seemed to understand. They accepted that the scars were a part of her. They’re not just markings on her skin but as much a part of her as her breasts, her eyes, her desire. And if they want her, not only regardless of her scars, but because of them, then she will give herself over to them completely. She has found what she’s been yearning for in John and Brian’s promises.

  She knows that they are going to give her what her soul has been hungry for, and the thought of it alone makes her want to cum.

  *

  “So, guess who’s the new Wardrobe Supervisor for Under The Dome?” Elsie offhandedly asks Elizabeth and Janie.

  They’re in the studio room at Evolutions gym waiting for class to start. No one else has arrived yet, so they have the space to themselves. John and Brian are working out on the bags again, tonight Brian is spotting for John. Marco is over at the weights, waiting for his turn on the bag. The ladies are starting to feel like they really belong here now, like they’re part of the family, almost as much as the men out there are. The men have shown an amazing amount of support and respect for them, and the number of men who showed up at Janie’s 5k run with gifts in hand was beyond generous.

  “Hell yeah, girl, you went in for an interview?!” Janie asks Elsie happily.

  “Yep, I got an email from them this morning asking me to come and meet with them today. So I went, and they offered me the job right there on the spot, and asked me to start tomorrow,” Elsie squeals enthusiastically squeezing Elizabeth’s and Janie’s hands.

  “I know you totally rocked it, Elsie. They are lucky to have you,” Elizabeth says then turns to Janie. “Have you ever seen any of her work?”

  “Not yet but I will be stalking you immediately. Why have you been holding out on me, Girl?” Janie jokingly reprimands Elsie.

  Laughing, Elsie replies, “I haven’t been, I guess I just never got around to showing you any of my designs. We’ve been in to other things.”

  “Good evening ladies,” John greets the three women, as he enters the room.

  He’s a big sweaty Neanderthal right now, from pounding mercilessly on the body bag. Brian is right behind him, looking sexy and, as usual, up to no good.

  “I’m going to be teaching the class tonight, because we have a special treat planned for you,” Brian announces to them, smiling, his eyes resting on Elsie a couple of seconds longer.

  Janie leans over to Elsie and whispers, “Oh yes, Darling, you will have to tell us everything you got in to this weekend.”

  Elsie pokes Janie in the ribs with her elbow, shutting her up.

  “OW!” Janie exclaims, laughing.

  “What’s the surprise?” Elizabeth asks Brian, as she glares at her two friends, trying not to laugh.

  “We can’t tell you until everyone’s here,” John says smiling. He has a pretty good idea of what the girls are whispering about.

  “Not fair, you know we’re your favorites,” Janie pouts.

  “In here, everyone is equal,” he says. Then he glances at Elsie as a smile lifts the corner of his mouth, and winks at her.

  “Yeah, right…,” Janie says sarcastically, rolling her eyes.

  “Just be patient, the others are starting to arrive now,” Brian says looking out the window to the front of the gym.

  Bambi walks in, along with a couple of others. She’s swaying her ass so hard, as she walks by every man in the gym, they can’t help but notice her. Rico has just arrived as well. He’s talking with Scott, at the front desk, and the both of them look towards the back, into the room. John nods his head towards them, as a stern expression slides over his face. Rico smiles broadly back at him, and his head dips in agreement to something, but it doesn’t look like it’s meant to be friendly. Whatever communication just passed between these two men, it looks like it’s on. Suddenly Elsie feel a little uneasy.

  “Looks like it’s all good, Bro,” Brian says, smiling at the glass.

  “Yep, sure does,” John replies, almost absentmindedly.

  John turns his face, away from the glass, towards the women. There is someone else there in his expression that she’s never seen before, but has a sense it always lingered below his surface. It sends a shiver up Elsie’s spine. This being is fierce, cold, and dangerous. John’s jaw tenses, and his fists clench and unclench at his sides. John’s eyes focus on Elsie and it makes him soften.

  “I’ll see you later, Angel,” he says, and smiles before he walks out of the room.

  “Alright ladies, you know the drill. Warm ups to get ready, and like I said, we’ve got a surprise. I’m picking the music tonight, to get us in the mood for it,” Brian says, as he moves towards the system.

  The first song that comes over the speakers is Cowboys From Hell by Pantera. Well, if that’s any indication of how t
onight’s going to go, we all had better strap ourselves in, because things are about to get very interesting.

  John meets Scott and Rico up by the front desk.

  “So, Tonto, we’re sparring tonight,” Rico says, turning to John, with a smug look on his face.

  John doesn’t flinch at the taunting, racial slur, he only smirks.

  “Yep, you’re gonna be my bitch in the cage, Boy,” he smiles, sickeningly sweet, at him.

  “Hah, you think so, ok,” Rico laughs.

  “Yes,” John says flatly, calm, cool, and collected.

  Scott stands quietly, watching and listening to what’s transpiring between the two men in front of him. It’s not his place to say anything, it’s not his fight, and John is more than capable of taking care of himself, both verbally and physically. Scott notices someone waving to him, from inside the main room, out of the corner of his eye.

  “Now you boys play nice, save it for the self-defense exhibition. We are all gentlemen here,” Scott says, looking back and forth between them.

  In their minds, they’re already circling each other, sizing each other up, looking for their opponents’ weak spot, where they’ll go in for the kill. They might be standing tall, and perfectly still, face to face, but make no mistake, the battle has already begun.

  “Tell me something, Tonto,” Rico says, looking down as his finger strokes his chin, “What’s up with you?” Rico looks John up and down. “You act like your shit doesn’t stink,” Rico tells him, cocking his head to the side, looking into John’s face, and examining it.

  “Excuse me? Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?” John answers him, he’s clearly trying to reign in his anger, from Rico’s insult, as he moves one step closer.

  “Yeah, you walk around here like you’re some kind of big shot, all holier than thou,” Rico narrows his eyes at him. “What are you exactly, Wolfe?” He takes a step closer. “You’ve got to be in to some kind of serious shit. I know you’re hands are dirty as hell.”

  John’s blood is boiling, rage is pumping through him, leaving the skin it touches engulfed in heat. Not because this non-entity street scum attempted to call him out.

  It’s because Rico just ripped open every wound John had managed to plaster a makeshift Band-Aid on his whole life. Exposing all of his demons, and letting them out to wreak havoc, searing him, each gash deep and gaping.

  “I’m only going to tell you this once, Boy, so listen to me carefully,” John begins to speak, his voice so low and menacing, it’s barely above a whisper.

  “Speak up, Tonto, or are you afraid that someone will hear me calling you out for what you really are?” Rico taunts him, sneering into his face.

  “No, I just don’t want to embarrass you anymore than what you’re doing yourself,” John grits out, through clenched teeth.

  It’s all he can do not to grab him by the throat and squeeze until his windpipe disintegrates in his hand, not allowing him to ever utter another pathetic word.

  “Don’t think for me, Tonto, that would be making a huge mistake.”

  “Shut the fuck up and listen to me now. You will not come in here and insult me, or anyone else. You will not make any derogatory or defamatory insinuations or statements about anyone in here, or about them outside of these walls. If you cannot present yourself as a gentleman, you will be asked to leave, and will not be allowed to return. Understood?” John stares at him menacingly making his point very clear.

  “I understand, but this isn’t finished,” Rico responds, smirking at him.

  “Not at all, I’ll see you in the cage,” John grits out, before turning and leaving Rico standing at the desk.

  He passes Scott on his way back to the bag.

  “You ok, Dude?” Scott asks him.

  “Yeah, I’m going to enjoy putting that piece of shit in his place. Too bad it’s just for show,” John rumbles as he passes him.

  John’s adrenaline is pumping through his body at full speed, he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to. At this precise moment, he’s focused on one thing, one objective, and that’s pulverizing the bag so he doesn’t kill Rico in the cage.

  Brian saw the whole exchange, from the back of the room. It was obvious what was going down but he knew nothing would get out of hand. Some fighters like to taunt their opponents before a match, they think it unsettles them and makes them sloppy. He stayed where he was and let his friend do what he does best; control. Even this, and Brian didn’t know exactly what this was, wouldn’t push John to lose control. He was pissed off, absolutely, but he would never lose control.

  John is the best fighter Brian knows. Maybe it’s because of his military training, maybe it’s his heritage. But Brian has a strong feeling that it’s much more than all of these. Brian had seen it first hand when they served side by side. John has this sixth sense, a calm, quiet, primitive knowing, like the unseen were whispering to him without words. He is, and always was, fully aware of his surroundings, of every nook and corner, what was behind every door and window; nothing was beyond John’s sight. And if there was anything which Brian had no doubt of, it was that John could kill Rico with his bare hands, he’d seen John do it before. But more than that, Brian knows John would never do it again.

  Elsie, Janie, and Elizabeth all exchange glances.

  “What was that?” Janie asks no one in particular.

  They were all watching the scene between John and Rico, as well. And they’re watching John annihilate the body bag, which Marco’s holding for him. Every muscle in John’s body is rippling and moving with the force of his emotions, that are being unleashed on the bag.

  “I don’t know,” Elsie says with uncertainty, as she shakes her head slowly, “But I have a feeling that shit just got real.”

  The room has steadily filled up with all of the women in class, and of course Bambi is in her usual spot, at the front of the group, all decked out in her designer Ho-Bag style workout clothes. Elsie’s almost certain Bambi keeps a camel toe just to show it off.

  “Alright ladies, we have a special treat for you tonight. I’m going to be teaching the class,” Brian says, pouring on all of his boyish charm, with his cheesiest smile.

  “Mmmm, nice to have you teacher,” Bambi purrs at Brian, jutting her probably silicone breasts at him.

  “Thank you, Bambi. But seriously, there is something special planned for you tonight. We are going to have a demonstration, which John will be participating in. We will highlight your defensive maneuvers in a real-life situation, so that you can see them all in practice. Rico will be the attacker and John will be the victim. Please keep in mind, although this is a demonstration, we will try to make the moves as realistic as possible. This way, God forbid, if any of you should ever have to use these techniques, you will have a clear picture of how they look in motion,” Brian says, standing in front of the group, with his hands clasped behind his back, and his feet spread shoulder length apart. He looks sexy as hell with his sun streaked blonde hair, tanned skin, black nylon sweat pants, and body-hugging, black Evolutions Gym t-shirt.

  Elsie, Janie, and Elizabeth all look at each other wide-eyed and open-mouthed, ‘Oh, shit!’ as if on cue.

  “Now,” Brian continues, “While Scott briefs Rico on the attack moves we’d like to see exhibited in the cage, we will go over them in here as well. I’ll call you up, one at a time, to demonstrate each move. Janie, let’s start with you, after everyone has finished their warm-ups.”

  “Absolutely, Big Boy, I look forward to taking you down,” Janie flirts with him.

  “And I’m sure, if you do, I’ll enjoy it,” he winks at her.

  Brian has a less formal attitude with the class than John does, but there is never a doubt that every little thing in this class is dead serious. He can smoothly switch from easygoing to hard and controlled, in a single breath, oftentimes combining the two.

  When John and Rico are ready, the class moves out of the room and circles the cage. The mood is heavy with anticipation. Ev
en if it’s unspoken, it’s glaringly clear that these two men have an agenda which they are about to confront. They loosen their shoulders and rotate their necks, while staring each other down. They are both wearing tight fitting shorts and their hands are taped but they have nothing else on, except for a mouthpiece. Brian gets in the cage for the self-defense exhibition. He begins to explain, again, what we’ll be watching, then he takes a moment to introduce John and Brian, stating their fight rankings and personal information, such as height and weight, as if it’s a real match.

  John and Rico separate, and Brian announces the first technique that will be displayed. Rico moves on John quickly and with precision. He’s good. He grabs him from behind and John stumbles. But he’s ready for him and dismounts Rico. Rico grins broadly, showing his mouth guard, and nods his head. They take their positions again and Brian moves on to the next maneuver. Rico acts swiftly, and John struggles but removes himself from Rico’s hold. Brian is explaining the moves as each man is going through them.

  Elsie, Janie and Elizabeth are holding tightly onto each other’s hands, their knuckles are white from the vice like grips. Tensions are high for everyone, but Elsie knows there’s more going on here than what’s supposed to be on display. She can feel it rolling off of John. Brian is very methodical in his explanations. Some of the men have gathered around the cage as well, including Marco. They know that these two warriors are teetering on the verge of battle. Any moment now, all hell could break loose.

  Brian announces the last move. Rico moves in close to John and whispers in his ear. A sick smile spreads across John’s face and he nods. John looks over to Brian and jerks his head slightly. Brian moves to them, and all three talk quietly. No one speaks a word, no one moves, they’re waiting to hear what’s going on inside the cage.

  “Ladies and gentlemen, we’re in for a surprise tonight. John and Rico will be sparring right after this final exhibition maneuver,” it was obvious this was coming, “And I know none of us have seen anything like what’s going to go down in a very long time.”