I thought about that for a moment, but couldn’t really come up with any way to refuse her. At least not without making her parents, the client, angry.
“Look ... This is not like driving a bicycle. First of all, you’ll need someone to train with. Then you’ll need someone to continuously train with. That’s actually the really important part. If you want to utilize any of this when you’re being attacked, taken by surprise and afraid, you’ll need to be able to rely on muscle memory. The key for that is endless repetition.”
“So take Jacky with you!” Nora suggested, placing her hand on his arm. “He’s a big and strong guy. He’ll be the perfect partner for Mia to train with. Exactly the type she needs to learn to fight off.” I had to suppress a laugh when I heard her unintended characterization of her son. “He’ll be here for a few weeks, and I’m sure we can work something out after that.”
Well ... shit. I was banking on Mia bailing out once she realized this wouldn’t be a one-and-done commitment, but now I was out of arguments. I didn’t like Nora’s suggestion at all. I know, he is her son and she will always see him as her little angel. But, to me, that was the guy who spent his entire high school career as a bully and borderline sexual predator, and now she wanted me to show him how to be better at that!? Was that woman nuts!? Of course, there was no way to actually explain that without potentially causing trouble for Bill. At least Jack looked just as enthusiastic about joining us as I felt about having him join us. However, since ‘Jacky’ would be playing the aggressor for Mia, maybe it would be fun to watch as he got his ass handed to him by his little sister.
So, I sighed, nodded, and made my way to the car to wait for them. On the way to the gym, Ava and Mia continued their gossiping on the backseat, while Jack spent his time admiring the car, asking questions about its performance and how it handled. Apparently, driving around in an armored car was a noteworthy experience for him.
I started the training very much like it started for me, showing them proper stances, posture and testing their strength. Surprisingly, Ava and Mia were in much better shape than the football player Jack. Especially when it comes to flexibility. Unsurprisingly, however, Jack challenged me on almost everything I said.
“That’s bullshit!” he called out when I explained what an effective defensive stance looks like. “You need to get your hands up and cover your head! Not hold them at chest height!”
I sighed.
“Look, Jack, I’m not teaching boxing here. What we’re training is how to deal with an actual attack, not how to win a damn competition in a ring! When you’re in a boxing spar, you’re welcome to block half your field of vision with your fists, because you only have one single opponent who’s ideally in front of you. In a street fight you need to be able to see his friends coming at you from the sides. And since real fights have no rules about not punching you in the nuts, you’d do well to keep your hands at center. This way, your hands travel an equal distance to block, no matter where the next attack is aimed at.”
“That ... actually makes sense.” Ava remarked with a thoughtful expression, while Mia nodded along. That shut him up, as he seemed lost for arguments.
“Now, that cheerleading of yours seems to be quite the exercise. You’re both in great shape and super flexible. That’ll help you a lot when trying to get away from an attack. Let me show you the next thing. Mia, get on your back in front of me, please.” I asked, and waited for her to lay down before I continued. “Most of what we’ll do will be grappling, because that’s essentially what guys will do when they’ll try to have their way with you. So...” I continued, as I reached forward and spread Mia’s legs to position myself between them. “ ... Jack and I will act like actual attackers. You Okay with that?” I asked, looking between Mia and Ava.
Ava looked at me kneeling between Mia’s legs, then at Jack, and thought for a moment. I got the impression that she was not too keen on the idea of having him handle her, but after a moment she nodded her head. Luckily for her, I had no intention of letting that prick touch her. Mia, on the other hand, acted differently than I had expected. Seeing me between her legs seemed to affect her. She was excited! As I spoke, I let my hands wander almost casually and she was looking at me with a slightly opened mouth, her eyes growing bigger when I squeezed a little. Her breathing also grew in intensity. Little did she know, this was going to get much more intimate. Seeing her react like this had an effect on me as well. An effect she would get to feel soon.
“Also, that question wasn’t just directed at the girls.” I said, without breaking eye contact with Mia. “You need to be comfortable with being close to them as well, Jack. If this is meant to teach them anything, they need to train these movements in a realistic setting.”
With that, I let my hands slide to the hollow of Mia’s knees, turned my palms up to cup the underside of her soft thighs, and pushed my hands all the way up to the bottom of her buttcheeks. The look she gave me was pure surprise, but I greatly enjoyed how she would just let me feel her up like this. Though, I wasn’t sure whether she enjoyed my touch, or my boldness had just stunned her.
Done with the slow and casual movements, I strongly grabbed her hips and roughly pulled Mia’s body into my groin like she weighed nothing, even lifting her butt a few inches off the ground for maximum impact, and her legs came to rest on my shoulders. She felt my hardness slam against her center, the force of the impact traveled through her body and caused her breasts to jump. Her eyes widened to the size of saucers as she let out a mixture of a surprised shriek and an involuntary moan, but she made absolutely no attempt to protest in any way. She just stared at me and she knew, had we been naked, I would have slammed myself balls deep inside her.
Despite teasing her for days about secretly having a thing for me, I was still somewhat surprised when her chest was now heaving and, to my greatest satisfaction, saw her chewing on her bottom lip. I would have expected her to chew ME out for that stunt. I finally turned my head towards Jack, but refused to let go of Mia’s hips, or even ease up on pressing her covered mound against my hard cock. It even seemed like she enjoyed the feeling so much, she didn’t even care about her brother standing six feet away watching us.
“This won’t work if you keep your distance from her because you’re embarrassed, or want to respect her personal safe space, or some other crap. When some guy attacks her, he’ll be up close inside her guard. So she’ll need to train with a partner that’s up close inside her guard as well. Otherwise we can’t be sure her tendons, joints and muscles will cooperate when she’s in real danger.”
“Are you serious!?” Jack protested, obviously uncomfortable with what I asked of him, and obviously tempted to set me straight for manhandling his little sister. I doubt he ever saw my erection, I had long since learned to conceal my ‘wrestling boners’, as Tess used to call them. But he certainly saw the way Mia reacted to me. “It can’t make that much of a difference if I keep a few inches of space between us!”
“Do you hold back on your tackles during football practice as well, so you won’t hurt your teammates?” I asked, and he shook his head. “Of course you don’t! Because they need to learn to deal with it before it happens in a real game. If you see the need for that, when it’s just about playing with your balls on the field, why wouldn’t you acknowledge that need when we’re trying to prepare your sister for actual assaults? Trust me, a few inches make one hell of a difference! If she is to actually learn how to move in a situation like that, you can not make it easier for her while she trains.” I assured him.